On Friday morning Alecia awakened to find the sun streaming in through the bedroom window.
For a long moment she lay still, luxuriating in the coolness of the sheets between which her naked body was situated. Larry must have gotten up very quietly, she thought to herself. Usually she heard him he padded about the room getting dressed.
Then she ruled over.
"Larry!" She burst out in surprise. He was still asleep next to her.
"Mmmmmmm!" he responded, not opening his eyes.
"You're late!"
"No'm not."
"Yes, you are. It's nine-thirty."
"Not goin' in. Go back to sheep."
Before Alecia could answer him, he had flown the covers over his head and was breathing deeply and steadily.
Well, Alecia thought. This was a change. Larry the workaholic taking a day off. He must have decided it wasn't worth it to drive in to the city for just half a day's work.
At any rate, he could afford to do what he wanted to. As the senior partner in a major law firm, there was no one telling him when to work and when not to work.
She went back to sleep, just as she did every morning. Ten or ten-thirty was a much more fashionable hour to get up. Maybe even eleven. But it was getting a bit warm, so she pulled the sheets down, exposing her body to the warmth of the room, just as sleep once again overcame her.
For another half hour they both slept, but then Larry awakened. He yawned, stretched and smiled.
He was about to swing out of bed when he caught sight of Alecia lying naked on top of the sheets next to him.
He paused.
Damn, she was beautiful!
Even after five years of marriage he never got tired of looking at her. One thing that was especially nice about her was that she looked good in the morning. Her face looked relaxed, and as he watched her smooth, firm breasts rising and falling gently with each breath she took, he found himself beginning to get excited.
His gaze traveled down her smooth brown body, taking in its curves and softness, stopping finally at her crotch. In all the years he had known her, he had never really gotten used to her snatch.
The hair of her pussy was blonde, as light as that on her head, and it was as soft as satin to touch. Now, with her legs spread carelessly apart in sleep, he could see the rich, pink lips of her cunt. Even in her sleep there was a trace of sticky moisture gathered at the entrance.
He no longer wanted to get up so quickly.
Instead, he put his arms around her sleeping form, rubbing his swollen cock against the side of her leg as he kissed her cheek gently.
How long had it been since he'd taken the time to make love with Alecia? Too long, that was for certain. He suspected that she had other lovers; was almost certain of it in fact.
But it didn't bother him.
Long ago he had decided that the only way to keep a woman with the looks and cravings that Alecia had was to give her enough freedom to let her do what she wanted to.
So far, it had worked out admirably.
And besides, that sort of arrangement also gave him his own freedom, which he too exercised a much as possible. In the end, he always came back to Alecia, but it was stimulating to sample other wares swell.
But not this morning.
This morning it was Alecia that he with and Alecia whom he wanted.
Slowly her eyes opened.
Alecia had been dreaming about Jim, something vague and nonsensical which involved making love with him in the cockpit of an airliner while closed-circuit television cameras broadcast the sight of his cock descending into the warm depths of her sweet cunt, then reappearing once again covered with the honey from her willing quim.
As consciousness returned, she became aware that Larry had his arms around her and that something hard was pressing against her hip.
"Mmmmmmm…" she purred, when she realized where his cock was. What had gotten into him? This was definitely out of character.
Still pretending to be half asleep, she let her hand snake down across his flat, hairy stomach until it finally came to rest on his smooth, hard prick.
Not as big as Jim's, she thought, but definitely one of the nicer cocks she had ever seen.
She began to slowly move her hand over the smooth, hard skin in her grasp, opening her eyes and responding to the kisses that her husband was spreading all over her face.
"Nice way to start the day," she murmured, turning so that his cock was rubbing against her stomach, still half covered by her hand.
"I thought so," he whispered back, letting his lips travel down the velvety smooth texture of her neck, stopping when one of her tight, straining nipples was firmly implanted in his mouth.
"Mmmmmm…" she responded, shoving her tit against his smacking mouth, feeling his tongue as it worked lightly, expertly over her sensitive bud.
Her cunt was beginning to tingle.
Then, with a single motion, Larry rolled over until he was straddling her, towering above her naked, prostrate body.
She leaned back against the pillow, enjoying the growing sensation of submissiveness that we descending on her. It had bees a long time since anything like this had happened with Larry, and it boded well for the weekend ahead of them.
She spread her legs, opening the depths of her ever hungry pussy for his cock, hoping he would slam it into her without making her wait any longer.
But he didn't. He had something else in mind.
As he looked down on her splendid body beneath him, another thought a beginning to take shape in his mind. He knew it had been a long time since he had last had sex, and he knew that he had a tremendous store of cum inside him just waiting to come shooting out of his cock.
Why waste all of that inside her?
Why not, instead, enjoy the sight of his hot, sticky essence shooting out on to the beautiful, suntanned body beneath him.
The idea appealed to him.
Raising a finger to his lips, he began to move forward until he was straddling her perfect tits.
There, that was better.
Then he took her hands and placed them on his prick. She looked surprised at first, but then seemed to understand. Alecia always understood. She began to jerk him off.
With both of her hands around his cock, Alecia knew what was going to happen. In a way she was disappointed, but she wasn't really bothered that much by the entire affair. After all, her cunt was pretty tender after what she and Jim had done yesterday afternoon, and she further suspected that the coming weekend was going to tax her resources even more.
It was better this way.
Besides, the thought of his hot cum splattering against her skin was a turn-on. It was something that she always liked.
Above her, Larry had leaned forward, supporting himself on his hands.
She increased the tempo, slamming her hands up and down his thick meat, puffing the skin nil the way over the top, then stretching it back down with each stroke.
Larry couldn't stand it.
He began to pump and thrust, driving his cock through her supple fingers, watching below her tits bounced and jiggled each time her arms flew up and down his shaft.
"Aaaaaahhhhh…" he groaned as he felt the hot cum beginning to bubble up inside him. It wouldn't be long now.
"Come on me, Larry, come on my tits…" Alecia gasped, knowing it was what he wanted to hear, but knowing also that it was the truth.
She could hardly wait for it to happen. Harder now, she pulled up and down on his meat. The muscles in his leg and ass were tensing violently with each thrust.
He could feel it growing, building inside himself, fighting to shoot out of his prick. Yet he never once took his eyes off her body beneath him.
"Come… come on me… ohhhh, please…" she begged, dying for it now, unable to stand the pressure much longer.
She wanted to feel it.
Wanted to see it.
Then, just when she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, it happened.
"Aaagggghhhhhhh!" he groaned, feeling his cock suddenly expand, then explode in the next second.
The first spurt was gigantic, flying out of his prick, landing with a resounding smack in the valley between her fleshy tits.
But that was only the beginning.
For the next thirty seconds he continued to pour his seed onto her, hot cum practically covering her tits and neck by the time he was at last finished.
But still she kept puffing on his cock.
She wanted more, more. She wanted to drown in his cum, wanted it to cover her. Already she felt as if she were half inundated in the stuff, and reluctantly she realized that he was finished.
She let go of his cock.
But she wasn't finished. Far from it, in fact. Slowly, as he watched with glassy eyes from above, she began to rub the hot cum into her body, sliding her hands all over her sticky tits and neck, pawing occasionally to lick the excess seed from her fingers.
Larry could almost feel himself getting hard again at the sight of what she was doing.
She was fantastic!
There was no other woman quite like her. At least none that he had never met.
But then he hadn't yet met Mavis Feschild.
During the long drive up the coast highway, Merril was quiet. There was much to think about.
In front of her, sleeping part of the time, taking the rest of the time, was Alecia. Merril's feelings toward Alecia were mixed.
In one sense, she liked her. She was an open, friendly person who was easy enough to get along with. But there was something else about her, a catlike quality, that made Merril feel uneasy.
It was this last aspect of Alecia that seemed to have the strongest effect on men. Always at parties, Merril had noticed, the other woman was surrounded by a bevy of excited males. Even though she would never admit it, Merril envied Alecia whatever it was that caused this to happen.
It wasn't looks; at least not entirely.
It was more an attitude.
Still, it was to Merril's credit that even though she was frustrated and envious about all this, she had never allowed resentment to gain a foothold in her attitude toward Alecia.
Part of this, she realized, was for political reasons. Larry was a senior partner in the firm, while Dick was farther down in the pecking order. Thus it would do no good to feed shy antagonism between herself and Alecia as far as Dick's career was concerned.
But there was more to it than just that.
Alecia, Merril had to admit, excited her.
When she saw her move, talk, or do anything physical at all, she found herself wondering what Alecia would look like beneath her clothes.
Merril, even now, was half trying to sneak a look over Alecia's shoulder at her half-exposed tits. She could see almost to the nipples.
It would be perfectly in keeping with Alecia's personality for her to make certain that she had an all-over tan with no strap marks or anything else to break up the continuity of her smooth, dark skin.
The thought excited Merril even more. And this weekend, she realized, it was likely that she would get the opportunity to see what Alecia's body looked like.
Well, at least that was one thing she could look forward to. She wasn't as optimistic about the other aspects of the weekend.
She had tried to get Dick to explain exactly what she could expect, but he had been vague, either because he really didn't know himself exactly what to expect, or and Merril suspected this was probably the case he knew but didn't want to tell her.
It didn't matter.
At least that was what she kept telling herself. She was ready for whatever was going to happen. Last night had changed her attitude in a way that she didn't fully understand, but which was nevertheless significant.
Why did Dick's animosity turn her on? She should have been hurt, angry, but instead she was aroused and angry. At the same time.
It made little sense to her.
But she had almost had an orgasm… she was certain of it! Think of it; after all these years of trying (and finally giving up) it had taken a near rape to open the doorways within herself.
Even now, as the image of Dick's erect cock sprang into her consciousness, she found that the tenseness which had always accompanied such an image wasn't there.
Instead, she was excited by it. Aroused, even practically carried away by it.
But that wasn't enough.
She suddenly realized that the cock she was envisioning wasn't Dick's at all; it was someone else's. She didn't know whose it was, but it didn't seem to matter.
Merril smiled.
She had a feeling that she was going to surprise a lot of people this weekend. And Dick would appreciate it; maybe not at first, but in the end he would.
She was becoming, at last, the woman he had always wanted her to be.
Or so she thought.