The game was in a comfortable townhouse on Riverside Drive. Tom had played there a few times before, but usually stayed away, from it. For one thing, the stakes had a habit of going out of sight in a hurry. For another, the players there were usually too sharp for him.
But he was, at least, well enough known there and among the regular players to be able to gain admittance and bring a friend. And it was a gentleman's game. No chips were purchased. It was simply understood that you paid up either afterwards or within twenty-four hours. No one welshed. It would be suicide.
Gilson's eyes gleamed as the first hand was dealt. And as Tom had expected, once he settled down, Gilson was a hell of a poker player. Most of the players lost fifty or sixty.
Except Tom. He lost two hundred and twenty dollars.
By next morning, the full impact of what he was into hit Tom – hit him hard.
His legal credit was at its limit. He had a debt to a loan shark. He'd last another two hundred plus – on credit – to the shark's organization's card pine. And then there was the phone he'd promised Penny.
The only positive thing pending was that it looked like he'd successfully gotten Gilson's account sewed up.
"Are you all right?"
The change in Allison's attitude from haughty coolness to overt solicitousness was obvious. Perhaps, he thought, I should fuck hell out of her once a week.
He snapped his mind back to his troubles, scheming. He needed to make a payment to the shark – soon. How to raise. He had it. First, he called his friends and persuaded them to move the poker game up to that very night. Then he had a bouquet of apology – for his lack of consideration – sent to his wife. Then he started to leave, to go to the bank for a loan against his house and soon-to-be-increased income.
Gilson called just as he was leaving. He was going out of New York for two days, and was favorably inclined on the deal.
It was starting to look like he'd made it. Until about six-thirty. Then Janet dropped her little bomb. The bank had sent an updated credit statement.
Tom had no choice but tell her the whole story, except about the loan shark and the debts owed there. And he pointed out what was happening with the Gilson account, finishing by saying, "And if it works out – and I've got that gut feeling it will – salesman's instinct – this could put me over the top at the company."
Janet wanted to believe him, wanted to understand, wanted to hear that it was exactly what it was a major problem to come between them, because nothing else could. She seemed eager to help.
So he decided to drop hip little bomb about the game he'd moved up to that night.
Her face was blank with amazement for a moment.
"Call it off, Tom. Call them and cancel it."
"No," he said decisively. "I have to bring some of that money back so I can keep my promise to Penny."
"Tom, I don't want any gambling in my house!"
"It's our house," he said firmly. "After tonight, no more. But tonight I have to play – for Penny."
"Tom," she said coldly, "if you play tonight, so will I!"
He chuckled. "You don't know a damn thing about cards. And besides, what will you use for money?"
She stood, eyes flashing. "I'll think of something!" And stalked out of the room.
Tom stopped her with the tone of his voice, a tone she had never heard used before, at least not with her as the object. "You push it, Janet," he said coldly, angrily, "and I'll make you regret it like you've never regretted anything in you life."
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" she snapped, whirling on him with bands on hips. Her breasts heaved out towards him, taunting him with the reminder of his neglect of her youthful passions and succulent flesh.
But Tom was angry. What the hell did she want of him? He'd already confessed everything to her – everything he dared – and humiliated himself for her? Just what more did she expect.
"I don't think you'd enjoy finding out," he said and picked up a newspaper.
Janet stared at him, eyes flashing for a moment, ten turned and stalked up the stain to the bedroom.
For some reason, everyone drank more than usual that night. Maybe it was the suddenly oppressive June heat. Maybe it was the change from the regular night. Maybe it was merely that Tom drank two beers in a hurry and the others picked up on it.
But whatever it was, by ten-thirty, everyone was a little high.
It was then that Sid Koenig rubbed his balding head and asked the question all had been soiling about in their beery heads.
"Hey, where's Janet tonight, Tom?"
The others mumbled similar sentiments.
And at that moment, as if on cue, Janet appeared. And if the eyes of the men usually followed her hungrily, tonight there was downright lust in their expressions.
And that was precisely the way she'd planned it.
She paraded into the room, wearing a T-shirt of Tom's that was anything but concealing. Beneath it, her breasts moved and bobbled, nudging each other softly on the huggable expanse of her ribcage. Her nipples were dark spots behind the pale cotton, and there was a hole at one armpit that moved and tantalized with every step she took.
She wore an old pair of blue-jean cut-offs that had shrunk in the wash once and had since lain in the back of a drawer. They were far too tight for her, exhibiting every fluid swell of her rounded ass as she strode languorously into the room. She wore no panties beneath them. That was obvious by the way the seam of the shorts pressed up between her pussy lips, compressing her pubic thatch so that the hairy forest was clearly evident behind the tight fabric.
The friction of the rough jean fabric against her exposed clitoris sent a rush of blood to her pussy lips, making them swell and become the more sensitive for her arousal.
She was acutely aware of the eyes of the men on her, of the way Koenig, in particular, was watching her cunt move within the jean material. George and Russ, both once lean, now paunchy, former college athletes, had their eyes fixed on the moving spot of bare flesh exposed by the tear beneath the armpit, hoping, wishing, praying for a glimpse of Janet's tit, bare and exposed.
She was aware of their eyes and their thoughts and of the bulging cocks in their pants. And it excited her, challenged her. She glanced pest and trough her husband, as if he weren't there, aware of the arousal beginning to flicker in his eyes as well. Tom had his eyes on her strong, smooth, evenly tanned thighs, and he was thinking of what it was like when she opened them to him, with the gash of her cunt gaping in wet, hot, yearning for his cock, exposed and waiting for him to shove it in.
But tonight, she was putting on a show for the other men, a show that she wanted to use to impress upon her husband just how lucky he was to have a woman like her as his wife.
She stood between her husband and Russ. Russ' eyes never left her tits; neither did George's.
Koenig was directly across the table from her. He put his cards flat on the table, then twined his fingers and leaned forward, resting his chin in his hands.
Leaning forward that way, he was able to see past the edge of the table to the tops of Janet's full thighs, where the edge of the frayed blue fabric was tight on her flesh, where the lips of her juicy cunt were clearly spread and outlined.
She saw his eyes move slowly down over her, starting with her slightly dismayed chestnut hair, moving down over her finely molded facial features to her graceful throat to the great, wonderfully rounded swells of her lovely breasts, with the mountain peak tips of her nipples beginning to harden and point with her arousal, to the taut, trim intake of her tummy, to the tight stretch of fabric over her flat abdomen, to the swell of her cunt mound and the spilt of her cunt.
His eyes moved over her add she knew that in his mind, it was his hands or his lips or his tongue, and she tried to picture Koenig naked, aroused. What, she wondered, would his penis look like?
She had a momentary mental image of a great, huge, fat cock, purple and swollen and throbbing with lust, jutting out into the dimness over her while she lay on the bed beneath him, waiting anxiously for him to separate her cunt lips and drive the length of his broad cock into her yearning slot.
She banished the thought from her mind. She was, after all, just out to tease a little bit and remind her husband which side his bread was buttered on.
But then her eyes met Koenig's and she flushed hotly. For an instant, it seemed to her that his eyes were looking inside her head and seeing the fantasy her overheated mind had concocted, seen it and laughingly approved and encouraged and read in it a sign of her submission to the lust growing inside him even as that huge monster of a dick of his swelled in her hands as she pressed her lips to it.
She drove away the thoughts again.
"Well, aren't you boys going to ask me to join you?" she purred seductively, letting her hands slide down her sides to her hips. Her pelvis came forward slightly, thrusting her already prominent pubis aggressively forward and heaving her breasts out for all of them to see and note and think of and wish for.
"We sure are," Koenig said, starting to push aside to make room for her beside him.
But already Russ had shifted his chair to one side, reached back with one arm and brought forward another. "Why, thank you kind sir," she said softly, taking the chair. Her eyes taunting Koenig as all of them shifted positions to make themselves more comfortable.
"You need money," Tom said. He'd already deduced what she planned to do, and in that exhibitionist's delight of an outfit she was almost wearing, he would have been able to spot any money she carried on her. She carried none.
"Well now, who's the big winner so far tonight, boys?"
"So far, Tom is up about fifty bucks," George said immediately. George was a CPA. He'd always had an excellent head for figures of all kinds.
"Well, then my man won't mind lending his little sweetheart a few bucks," she said throatily, and suddenly reached over and plucked a few bills from the pile in front of her husband.
The men around the table chuckled, and Tom had no choice but to chuckle right along with them.
"Well, what's the game, boys?"
"Ladies' choice," Russ answered immediately. His gaze was centered on her breast.
She shifted her arms on the table and both breasts jiggled in harmony as they moved within the white cotton.
"How about…" she looked around, meeting the eyes of each man in turn; she let her gaze linger on Koenig's an extra instant. "How about five card," she suggested. "Draw."
Koenig's face hardened and she wondered how hard his dick was, how hard and how thick and how long.
"I'll deal," Tom announced and took the cards. Quickly, he shuffled them.
George opened, Koenig saw and it came around back to Tom. His wife had covered the bet. He did as well.
They all drew and Janet held three in her hand. The betting went around again and she played it conservatively.
Tom didn't, though. He raised the bet by two bucks. And Koenig saw him. Russ and George folded.
Koenig took it with three nine's. Janet had a pair of Queens and an ace. Tom had nothing and folded down. He passed the deck to George who announced seven card.
After six hands, Tom was just about even. Koenig had taken four of those hands and one of the pots was big – almost twenty bucks.
Janet was down to four dollars. She hadn't taken a hand.
The betting went-around again and this time Janet leaned towards her husband.
She put one hand on his forearm as it rested on the table and let her fingers slide up to his shoulder then down over his back and on down out of sight along his side to below the table.
There, her hand moved unerringly across Tom's thigh to his groin and she let her hand rest on the bulge there. His cock jerked and so did Tom. The other men at the table smiled knowingly. "Won't you lend me a few dollars, lover?" she cooed.
He wanted to make it a joke, to turn it around on her, but he couldn't. Instead he quietly handed her ten dollars from his shrinking stake.
"Is that all you think I'm worth, lover?" she asked insinuatingly.
Without a word, Koenig pulled his wallet and peeled off a fifty, tossing it over in front of Janet.
She picked up the bill and held it between thumb and index finger, flicking her forefinger back and forth over the crisp edge of the bill. Somehow, the movement was incredibly seductive in the suddenly charged atmosphere.
She looked up and caught Koenig's smile and in that instant decided to play Koenig's naked lusts for all they were worth. "I see that Sid, at least, has an eye for quality."
She handed Tom his ten dollars back and then took his beer glass, tilting it tack and chugging almost half of it.
"Bravo," George said appreciatively. His eyes had followed the lifting of her tits within the shirt when she'd lifted the glass. Russ immediately reached over and replaced Tom's glass with his own, nearly full glass in front of her.
She looked from George to Russ and back again and then lifted the glass, emptying it with a few healthy chugs.
Just a faint tinge of froth remained around her lips and she licked it off, enjoying thoroughly the way the men leaned eagerly forward to follow every twitch of her tongue.
She smiled, and then flushed. She felt suddenly warm and was distinctly aware that the crotch of her jeans was becoming soaked with her pussy juices.
Alcohol had always had the effect on her.
"It's your bet, Janet," Tom said. He was going to show her that she couldn't rule him with her cunt. He reached deliberately down into his lap and removed her hand.
When he looked into her eyes, he saw defiance. "I'll make it five bucks," she said and plopped a one on the table.
Tom promptly raised it to six. They all saw him. When it came time for cards, all drew two except Koenig. He took one.
The betting began again. "Eight," Koenig said. "See you," said Russ.
"Janet?"
She looked over at her husband as if he'd just wakened her. "Oh, ten," she said.
Tom made it twelve.
George saw it. Koenig took it to fourteen. Janet to fifteen. Tom saw, George saw.
Koenig took it to seventeen. Russ folded. "This is going out of my league," he said and slipped his cards face down out into the center of the table.
Janet went to eighteen. Tom saw. George saw. "Twenty," Koenig said.
"Twenty-five," Janet snapped. Tom saw.
George folded.
"Hey, Sid, you tying to buy the hand?" Russ growled. He leaned towards Janet, eyes peering hungrily at the collar of the T-shirt, wishing it would move just enough to give him a glimpse.
Janet reached for George's beer. He got his gimps part way down one creamy, golden tanned swell of tit flesh.
"Sid," Russ confided, "tries to bet everyone up till they can't match him."
"Thirty-five," Janet said.
Tom saw. His pile was now gone.
"It's a sure sign that Sid hasn't got a damn thing," Russ continued. He glanced over to catch Sid's reaction. Sid was staring fixedly at Janet as if she were a piece of meat.
"Forty," Sid snapped. Tom groaned and folded his hand.
"Fifty," Janet barked defiantly and threw the last of her money into the pile.
"Fifty-five," Sid said, smiling evilly.
He was waiting for Janet to react. He didn't dare hope of getting the reaction he got.
Janet leaned over to Tom, hand going to his groin again. He thrust it away. She gave him a furious look. If that's the way you want it, she thought, letting it dangle in her mind.
"I'll see you," she said coolly.
Koenig smirked and pulled one of the long, fat cigars out of his pocket, slowly unwrapping it and snipping off the tip with a penknife he produced from the same pocket.
He leaned back in his chair and lit the cigar, turning it slowly as he puffed.
Then he blew a perfect little smoke ring, watched it slowly settle in the motionless air.
"You don't have any stake left," Tom said, not yet understanding.
Janet deliberately put out one hand and removed forty-five dollars from the pile. "I'll see you," she repeated, eyes meeting Koenig's without wavering.
"Wha…" George began.
"Mr. Koenig seemed to think I was worth fifty dollars before," she explained, eyes never leaving Koenig's.
Tom was as expressionless and unmoving as a statue. He was going to let her play the little game out and then make a fool of herself when it comes time to own up.
"Would you like to back down on that, Sid?"
"The only problem I can see," he said calmly, "is how to collect."
"If your hand is good enough," she said.
Koenig just waited. Then he nodded. "When?"
Janet cocked her head prettily, tilting her chin. She arched her eyebrows as if to say, Check back with you.
"Tonight, then," Koenig said. "All right."
"Let's see that hand."
Koenig hesitated an instant, as if to give her a last moment in which to call it off, to take it all back, to make it a kidding little charade. He was a sport, a good sport, and he wasn't a cruel man.
But he hesitated only a moment. For Koenig was also a lusty man, a horny man, a man who hadn't had a woman in more than a month.
And he'd lusted after Janet Jamison for some time.
He turned his cards over. Three kings. A pair of jacks.
Russ whistled, low and long.
Janet paled, then regained her composure. She turned over her own cards. Three Queens. A pair of nines.
She'd lost. Koenig had won, and he thought of having this seductress, hot and curved and fully fleshed, ripely molded breasts and strong hips, tight little waist and wanton thighs, mouth wet and luscious, cunt gaping and receptive. He thought of her feminine wetness closing over his rigid cock and he sighed deeply in anticipation.
Coolly, Janet took the cards and began shuffling for the next hand. Koenig lifted his glass and toasted her quietly.
"All right, now," Tom said hoarsely. "Enough of this fucking around and…"
At that moment, Koenig could have cared less about Tom's objections. Janet was willing. He could see that in her eyes and face and attitude and the way she watched him.
The words to answer Tom were on the tip of his tongue, but Janet spoke first.
She turned her upper body completely towards her husband, making it a taunt and a reminder and a reproach for all the nights when he'd left her alone and frustrated in their marriage bed, waiting vainly for him.
"Why, Tom," she said softly. "Don't tell me you expect me to welsh on a debt."
And she made her tone recall to his mind his own words earlier that evening, when he'd confessed his own growing gambling debts.
Tom looked furiously from Janet to Koenig, and back to her again. He could see on both their faces the animal lust, the need, the imperative to couple.
"You wouldn't dare," he said, though his voice betrayed his certainty that they not only dared, but intended to.
When no one spoke, Tom stood suddenly, his chair toppling behind him.
He stalked out of the room without another word, without looking at any of them. He went on out the door and a moment later they heard the car engine race and then the unmistakable wail of tortured rubber burning as he spun the tires before tearing out of the driveway and off down the street.
A tense, nervous silence settled over the table. Seconds crawled by.
Finally, Russ stood. "Well, I think this would be a good time to call it a might. What say, George?"
George nodded and began gathering what cash he had left. The others stood as well and began clearing the table off.
Janet took a double handful of glasses and began carrying them out into the kitchen. Russ and Sid finished clearing the things off while Janet began filling the sink.
George folded the table and chairs and put them back into the deep closet.
There was certain relaxing in doing the familiar things.
But soon, all was done except for the actual dishwashing. George left after brief good-nights.
Then Russ left his place drying the dishes and went into Sid, who was emptying the ashtrays. "Hey, Sid?"
"Yeah?"
"About ready to call it a night?"
Sid paused and gave Russ a strange look. As if Russ had just announced that he was pregnant. Then he resumed his doings.
"Sid?"
This time, Russ' voice was more urgent.
"What do you want, Russ?" Sid demanded impatiently.
"Sid, you're not really planning to…"
"And what if I am?" Sid snapped angrily, in a tone of voice he'd always reserved exclusively for his competitors, a tone and attitude he'd never shown his friends. Sid was a commodity trader.
Russ was shaken by it, but still angry. "Some fucking friend of Tom's you are," he grumbled and stalked out of the house.
Some fucking husband of Janet's, Tom is, he thought.
He went out into the kitchen and took up the place beside Janet, silently taking the dish towel and drying the glasses and snack plates.
She said nothing. But she was aware of him. And she exuded an uncertain fear and excitement.
And Janet was afraid – afraid of this brutish man, always so quiet and easy going, always quick with a joke and ready to help, who had suddenly revealed another side of himself to her, the side that lusted and wanted and desired.
And that fear set off a certain pulse of excitement in her, a pulse that made her think, in turn, of the fantasies that had flitted through her mind that night, images of Koenig, naked and roused, his big cock sticking out like a weapon, a dub, yearning for her frustrated slit.
And she was frustrated. She didn't think of her husband's flare of anger. She thought of the nights she'd lain awake, wishing he'd put aside the cards and come upstairs and take her with the passion and hunger that she loved to feel in her man.
At that stage though, she was almost willing to feel that lust in any man.
She was suddenly await that she'd stopped washing the dishes, that she'd been holding one in her hand for what seemed like endless seconds.
There were no more in the sink.
Koenig reached over and took the dish from her and set it down on the counter.
Janet automatically reached out and unplugged the drain. The water swirled quietly, rapidly down out of the sink.
She picked up the spray attachment and began rinsing the suds out of the basin.
"I'll do that," Koenig said, reaching for the sprayer. Somehow, it slipped and she sprayed herself. That brought her out of her reverie as the cold water quickly soaked through the front of her T-shirt and hit her warm, golden flesh.
She laughed, and so did Koenig, and the sexual tension grew as they quieted.
And then she was aware that he was staring at her. At her breasts, which were clearly visible in all of their ripe, firm, fully curved glory beneath the clinging, transparent cotton.
"Poor Janet," he murmured in his gravelly voice. "So lonely, never gets enough attention. Poor, poor Janet, all she wants is a little tenderness, a little loving from a man."
He went on and on. The sudden beers, the disagreements with Tom, the tension of the night – they all rolled up in her. As if mesmerized, she let Koenig take the sprayer, now forgotten and only dribbling, from her hand. He dropped it into the sink and turned off the faucet with one hand, while the other reached out and went around her trim waist.
He led her out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards the guest room, still murmuring softly to her, barely able to restrain himself from taking that hand from her waist and using it to tear off the T-shirt and shorts and open his pants and shove his throbbing erection into her hot snatch.
Koenig reached out and opened the door to the guestroom. She stepped in at his gentle urging and he flipped on the little night-light on the bedside table, as the door swung softly shut behind them.
The light was dim. He turned her to face him with her back to the bed.
Then Sid reached out with trembling hands and took the bottom of the shirt between his thick, strong fingers. He lifted it, peeling the wet cotton away from her flat belly and heaving breasts, exposing the luscious mounds of sensitive flesh to his lusting gaze.
Her breathing quickened as she let him lead the shirt up over her head. As her arms rose, her breasts heaved out towards him, tilting upward. They seemed to beg for his hands and lips and tongue to caress them and afford those rich curves all the attention they'd deserved and been denied for so very long.
Her arms came away free and she let thorn fall back to her sides. Her breasts echoed the movement with little ripples of soft flesh, little movements, shock waves, that only emphasized the pliability of those resilient mounds.
Koenig took her hands in his, pressing his thick, wide lips to her palm momentarily before guiding her fingers to his shirt front.
She began undoing the buttons.
Koenig released her hands and slid his own along her arms, savoring the touch of her soft, smooth shoulders under his fingers, then slipped both hands down inside her arms to rest lightly on the great, warm slopes of her breasts.
He moved his hand round and round her tits, letting his fingers know the joy of those full curves, before finally letting his hands come up beneath them, lifting and testing the heft of her breasts.
Her nipples were already stiffening, but under his touch, they blossomed into great, inviting buds of dark red, almost brown lust.
His shirt fell open, and her hands rested on the waist of his pants. Her fingers moved, and he felt the waistband open.
Koenig sucked in his breath as her hands then moved upward again, trailing through the thick mat of dark hair over his broad, muscular chest. Koenig was heavyset, but there was hardly an ounce of fat on him. He simply had a big frame, and he was solid with muscles. Even his stomach, which seemed at first to an excess, was almost flat – it was simply so wide that it seemed fat. It wasn't. His stomach was crossed with hard muscles just beneath a layer of flesh and hairs.
Janet pushed his shirt back off his shoulders, her eyes closed as if she did not want to see the man with whom she was doing this.
But that was all right with Koenig. He wanted her body, not her heart.
As her hands moved back down to his waistband and her fingers lowered his zipper, Koenig began moving slowly towards her.
She had his pants open and pushed them down, hooking her fingers into the waist elastic of his briefs as well. Both garments went lower, lower, as he drew nearer to her.
And then he was against her just as they dropped around his ankles. His prick popped free against her as his arms went around her, pulling her close to him. He kissed her lightly on the temple, then let his lips move slowly down the side of her head to her ears.
His tongue explored the inner windings as his teeth scraped over the shell-like edge. Finally, he nibbled gently on her ear-lobe.
He felt her suck in her breath, her breasts pushing against his bare chest, her swollen nipples like fiery points dining against him.
And then Janet became aware of something pressing, throbbing urgently against her. At first, she was confused by it, unable to comprehend what it could be so hard and throbbing and hot against her bared thigh, and then she realized it was Koenig's cock.
It's too big! No one can be that big! she thought.
But as his lips and tongue and teeth nibbled and kissed and licked down the side of her neck to her shoulder to lave the sensitive softness of her smooth shoulders, as he twisted his head to continue moving his mouth down towards the yearning flesh of her tits, she knew she wanted his cock.
But it was so big! She could feel it's thickness, throbbing against her through her shorts from just above her pubis down past the bottom of the leg of her shorts. She could feel the glans, fat and hard as a child's fist, pulsating against her thigh halfway to her knee.
His knees bent slightly and he brought his mouth down to her breasts even as his hand found and held her full, firm ass cheeks.
He traced his lips down along the gentle upper slopes of her tits, moving them as if he were speaking directly to her raw, overexposed nerve endings.
Koenig brought one hand up from behind her and with it lovingly lifted one abundant breast to his lips. He fastened his mouth over her nipple, sucking and licking it enthusiastically. Her nipple blossomed fully in his mouth, pulsating with arousal.
Janet groaned and shivered at his knowing caress of her sensitive tit-flesh. With one arm still wrapped around her, Koenig guided her backwards until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed.
He eased her gently down till she lay supine, his mouth remaining glued to her resilient richly curved breast as he bent with her.
Koenig went to his knees beside the bed and kept up the telling movements of his lips and tongue an Janet's tits, working his way from one to the other and back again.
She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling magnificently under his ministrations. Her belly rippled, contracting with the pleasures the Koenig was giving her. Her hips rolled slowly from side to side, her elegantly farmed legs opening and closing in slow motion preview of orgasmic jerks to come.
Koenig slid one hand down over her bare stomach, past her navel, across the waistband of her faded, shrunken shorts to glide across the flat, taut expanse of her abdomen.
Janet brought one hand up to hold his head against her, to press his mouth more firmly into the soft, flowing flesh of her ripe, full tits while the other hand slid slowly down the hairy, heavily muscled length of his arm, finally coming to rest over his hand just as his fingers and palm slid between her thighs.
She arched her hips up in earnest, pressing her pubis firmly against him, reveling in the sensation of his hand on her cunt lips through the fabric.
Koenig began moving his hand, grinding his palm down on her clitoris through the tight fabric.
He slid his hand back up, running one fingertip beneath the flap of her zipper until he came to the end and deftly unhooked the snap at the waistband. Slowly, he drew the zipper down.
The flat, smooth expanse of her lower abdomen came into view between the ever widening zipper, and as more of Janet came into sight, Janet became more aroused.
She was completely lost in her lusts and desires, utterly abandoned to the need for a man's hands on her, a man's lips over her, a man's cock driven to the hilt in her.
The zipper reached bottom, and already some of the luxuriant bush of her pubic mat was visible. Long, smooth tendrils of chestnut brown fur, silky and curled, soft and inviting to a man's lips, poked out.
Koenig slipped his hand inside the tight fabric, wedging his thick fingers lower till they encountered the wet folds of her pussy.
His fingers immediately moved between those luscious extensions of blood-swollen, sensitive flesh, sliding down the length of her labia. His fingertips traced down until they came to the wrinkled, delicate flesh between her pussy and ass. Then he began bringing his hand back up, again skimming lightly over the soaked slot of her twat till they reached her clitoris.
He stroked her love nub, gently caressing the tip of the stiff, throbbing little shaft.
Janet gasped and jerked upward hungrily.
His head turned and he began kissing his way down between the sweet mountains of her breasts, in the warm valley of her cleavage while his fingers continued to work expertly at her pulsating clitoris. He kissed down over her belly, running his tongue into the tiny, dimpled depression of her navel, then continued to her abdomen.
Koenig slipped both hands up to Janet's hips, catching at the fabric of the open shorts and pushing it lower on her. She bowed upward, lifting her soft ass cheeks so the lusty man could finally remove that last article of clothing. Then she brought her legs up so he could pull her shorts off.
The shorts gone, Janet let her legs fail wide apart, offering herself without reservation to Koenig's hotly working mouth and hands.
His lips moved down still lower on her, and she could feel them moving in the upper reaches of her pubic forest. Again, it seemed to her as if he were speaking into her flesh, but whatever he was saying, it was working marvels inside her already overheated, long-frustrated body.
Koenig nipped at the crease of her thigh and Janet automatically bent her legs at the knees, pulling them still wider apart. Then she slipped one arm off the side of the bed and let it trail down over Koenig's powerfully muscled chest and hard stomach, down to the wiry growth above his shaft.
Her fingers finally reached his dick and she sucked in her breath at the size of it. It was every bit as large as she'd imagined it would be.
As she thought of having that rigid length of cock driven all the way into her hungry cunt, Janet let go another low groan of pleasured anticipation. She began jerking her hips up towards Koenig in short, sharp spasms just as his lips were working over inner thigh flesh to her quim.
"Oh, yes, that's it, that's it!" she cried as his mouth moved to cover her cunt. He sucked her blood-gorged pussy lips into his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the length of them. The tip of his tongue flickered over her thrusting little clit and Janet shivered at the shock waves of ecstasy he was sending rippling through her.
She felt Koenig's knee nudging her shoulder and she eased herself over on the bed.
Koenig climbed atop her, his thick, hard prick bumping against her tits, nestling in the softness between them and sliding back towards her face as he positioned himself once again for his muff diving.
She looked up and saw his hairy, dark balls throbbing over her face. Janet drew in a deep breath, savoring the musky male odor. She brought her own hands up to his hips and guided him still farther back over her.
He knelt with his thighs to either side of her, great, thick, strong columns of hairy muscle and sinew that led upward to his throbbing, swollen cock.
Janet felt his mouth again move to her cunt, but this time he thrust his lips between her cunt lips, his tongue reaching out to lap and explore inside that wet, warm passage. She felt his mouth muscle delving into her tight quim and groaned in fervent appreciation.
Janet grasped his broad hips, and guided him down lower above her. The underside of his broad shaft was within reach of her mouth, and she eagerly began tracing every vein, every sensitive bump along the length of it with her tongue.
It seemed to swell still larger and grow yet harder at her touch.
She brought one hand up and grasped the shaft of his cock, halfway down, and bent it towards her. She opened her mouth wide, tilting her head back. His prick was thick and at first, she could do no more than press her lips over the glans and suck at the little slit in the tip of it, working the tip of her tongue at the tiny opening. Koenig shuddered and jerked over her, sighed deeply into her honey hole.
But she kept wetting the knob of his dick, then opened her mouth to its widest and took the glans between her lips, sucking and working at it till her lovely, full lips were closed about the depressed ring of the flange behind the head of his cock, along the shaft.
She sucked at his dick, sending flames of pleasure shooting through the already aroused man. Koenig reciprocated, moving his mouth till his lips were fastened over the thrusting nubbin of her clitoris. He moved his lips from side to side, tightening and loosening them about the shaft of the erected little bud. His tongue whip lashed the tip of it, and Janet began writhing beneath his touch.
She continued sucking and working at the glans of his cock, pulling it more deeply into her mouth. Her tongue rasped over the velvety soft flesh, pressing and testing it till she could feel the steel-like stiffness behind the soft outer flesh. She worked her hand up and down over the rest of the shaft as if to masturbate him, her fingers light enough to glide easily, yet tight enough on him to squeeze and milk his prick.
Koenig pushed his loins down towards her and Janet just barely suppressed a moment of panic as she felt the knob of Koenig's prick press against the back of her throat. But she arched her head up towards him still more, swallowing and sucking till the head of his dick began driving down between the wet, warm, convulsing walls of her throat.
He nearly came on the spot. Only a few women had ever been able to give his cock the oral loving care it needed, but Janet was swallowing it whole.
He restrained his impulse to jam the entire length of it down her throat in a single, immediate lurch of uncontrollable passion and instead continued feeding it into her slowly, by fractions of an inch.
At the same time, Koenig brought both hands around beneath Janet's ass, digging his fingers almost brutally into the yielding mounds of firm flesh before slipping them between her thighs from behind.
Koenig's fingers moved along the furrow between her lovely buttocks, hesitating for a moment to prod and work at the rubbery tight pucker of her anal opening before moving on over the sensitive flesh between her legs to the lower readies of Janet's pussy.
All the time his lips and tongue continued their movements on her hard clitoris, sucking and licking and occasionally nipping gently at her sex nerve.
Janet gasped in shocked pleasure as she felt this thick thumb suddenly come up between the lower folds of her pussy lips. She'd been growing ever closer to an orgasm as she felt inch after inch of that thick rod slipping between her lips, over her tongue, bending about the slight curve in her throat and then throbbing down inside her. She could feel every spasm and jerk of his powerful prick inside her and still she wanted more.
Koenig worked his thumb inside her cunt, spreading the tight passage with his thick digit. She felt it rotating, moving slowly deeper into her till the knuckle was buried between her tightly clasping pussy lips.
Janet tried to open her legs still farther, and pulled all the harder on his hips. Another inch, then two, of his prick slid into his throat.
She couldn't quite believe what she was doing. She'd never before been able to take so much of a man in her mouth. Koenig's cock was only slightly longer than her husband's, but it was far thicker and harder. But here she was, with fully seven inches of Koenig's cock buried inside her mouth and throat. And not only was she able to do it, she was actually getting off on it!
And she wasn't satisfied. She wanted all of it, every last inch of that thick, hard prick, throbbing and twitching down her throat and inside her mouth. Janet gulped and swallowed again and again.
The last inch of Koenig's prick went between her lips. The base of his cock was thick, but she had it – every inch of it! She could feel his pubic hair tickling up against her nose his abdomen pressing. She could feel his balls inside their hairy sac draped against her chin, every jerk of ecstasy easily discernable. Her lips were pressed back tightly by the weight of his body driving his dick into her willing throat.
She could feel his cock throbbing on her tongue, against the back of her throat and somewhere, deep down inside her in the vicinity of the base of that lovely, flawless throat, the head of his dick shook and throbbed in delighted rapture at such warm, wet imprisonment.
Koenig's thumb was moving like a rotor inside her cunt, pressing and testing and exploring the walls of her quim. He was stunned and aroused more than he'd been in years by the way the woman had eaten him alive. He could feel her lips, tongue, tonsils and throat doing their separate, convulsive little dances over his broad, long shaft and he knew, even as she sucked, that it would only be seconds before he flooded her with his pent-up cum.
And he wasn't ready to shoot. Not yet. He wanted to hold off as long as he could. For one thing, he'd had the hots for the sexy young wife for a long time and he wanted to draw this first encounter out as long as possible, savoring every moment of it.
For a long moment, he held his loins still, just feeling the way her inner muscles moved over his cock. But then, slowly and carefully, he began to pump the long, hard prick, in and out of her mouth.
Koenig's hips jerked and his shaft was thrust between her lips. The head of his prick hit up against the back of her throat and she started to gag for an instant, but then she forced herself to relax. She was calmed by the certain knowledge that she could handle even such a huge dick as Koenig's with her mouth, and she sucked all the harder on it.
As Koenig felt the wet, hot tightness of her throat on his shaft, as he felt his prick being slowly swallowed down into Janet's throat, he was overcome with the sudden need to jam his penis up into her hot cunt. He knew that it would only take a few minutes of the kind of treatment she was giving him with her well-trained mouth to make him lose his load and he didn't want to flood her throat and stomach – at least not yet. He wanted to shoot his cum deep into her cunt, hard up and all the way into her womb.
He pulled his prick back, and Janet groaned as she felt him taking it away from her.
Janet sighed deeply with the satisfaction of knowing that in moments that huge prick would be dipping into her well of female secretions. Koenig turned around and soon had his cock pressing at her cunt.
She rubbed that thick glans up and down between her cunt lips, letting her juices cover and wet it and then spread the lips of her cunt as far as they would go.
"Now," she moaned, and Koenig pushed forward. The head of his dick pressed between her pussy lips and slipped halfway into her.
His dick was thicker than her husband's by far, but she knew she could handle it never the less. She wanted it, she needed it and she meant to have it!
Janet brought her legs up around Koenig's thighs, locking her ankles almost about his ass cheeks. She dug her heels into his flesh even as she brought her hands up around his broad back.
He pushed again and this time the knob went all the way inside before her ten so cunt clamped down on the shaft behind. She continued digging into his legs with her heels, jerking her hips up at him in her haste to have his cock inside her.
Koenig kept up the pressure, driving his prick into her by slowly torturous fractions of an inch. Gradually, bit by bit, she could feel her cunt absorbing his cock. It was as tough she had and her mouth down there, and she were slowly eating the length of his prick whole.
His dick head was pressing apart the walls of her vagina, straining at them, making way for the great, stiff shaft that followed in the tight passage. Janet felt every pulsation, every throb that went through his cock as if it were her own, and she loved the sensation.
Still more of his cock slid into her, burrowing ever deeper into her female heat. She felt the head of his dick come up against her cervix and sucked in might breaths of air.
Again and again the glans prodded her cervix.
"Oh, gawd yes, yes! Fuck me, damn it fuck me with that big cock, you Goddamn stud!" she gasped.
Koenig was even further inflamed at hearing such hard language from the lips of this woman who had always been so proper and cool that he'd wondered if she was even aware of the effect she had on men.
With a last grunt, he drove the final two inches of his dick into her cunt, feeling the stricture of her cuntal muscles, the length of her vagina, and the pulsing tightening of her cervical opening, all working their separate wonders on his prick.
He knew that no matter how much he wanted to hold off, it would only be a matter of seconds, perhaps minutes, before the boiling load of cum swirling in his balls overcame his self-control and blasted loose.
He pulled back, feeling the tightening of her cunt on his dick. When the knob of his prick finally caught in the compression of her cervix, he lunged forward onto her again. His balls swung up and hit her soft ass cheeks and Janet let go a long mewling sound of pleasure as her clitoris was pressed by the bony ring at the base of his cock.
His dick was so thick that her pussy lips folded in with each thrust. Her labia were pulled tight against her clitoris and the little button was tugged downward to rub against his shaft.
Her cunt lips were stretched tightly about his prick, the inner, sensitive nerve endings rubbing tightly against his cock as he speeded up his stroking. Each heave of Koenig's loins brought an answering surge from Janet. They battered their hips at one another almost as though they were fighting, crashing together as he slammed downward and she thrust upward to meet him.
Their fucking continued faster and faster until Janet felt the orgasmic frenzy rising in her. It started as a numbness around her clitoris and cunt lips, and gathered slowly outward from there. She clenched her inner muscles powerfully, as if she meant to lock Koenig's huge dick inside her forever, and arched up with an almost demonic strength that lifted Koenig's greater bulk atop her.
Koenig was unable to hold it any longer. With a grunt of passion, he let loose his self-control and great torrents of his semen blasted their way along the tube running the length of the underside of his huge prick. Bolt after bolt of thick cum shot out of his broad knob, splashing deep inside her. Janet could feel every swelling pulsation of his cock as it strained against the constriction of her cunt.
And she could feel every blast of his heavy, creamy goo splatter home inside her. His cum filled her and began to back, up along the shaft of his prick, crawling back up her tight-fitting vaginal sheath to spill out and drool from her cunt.
Janet could feel Koenig's balls, the flesh sac holding them pressed tightly against her smooth, soft ass cheeks, jerking and throbbing as he let loose the load he'd been carrying for over a month.
She thought he'd never stop coming. With each jolt of jism he sent spurting home inside her cunt, she reached a new, higher peak of release.
Finally, Koenig's spasms began to slow, then to become irregular. He lost the frantic, battering drive to send his masthead deeper into her and his cock began, slowly, to shrink inside her, shriveling, becoming limp. She gave a little moan and shivered, relaxing her muscles, and slipping back onto the bed.
She shuddered slightly, mewled in her throat, as she felt Koenig's shrinking cock slipping out of her cunt. The sensation made her tense slightly.
Finally, Koenig lay atop her, breathing slowly and regularly – asleep.
Disgusted with his thoughtlessness, Janet put her hands against his broad, muscular, hairy chest and pushed him as hard as she could. He rolled limply off her onto his back. Janet swung her feet over the edge of the bed and stood, cum still dribbling from her matted pubic hair and wonderfully abused, aching cunt, down the insides of her thighs.
She looked down at Koenig's softly stirring form, and was overcome with a sudden uncertainty. What had she done? Knowingly, she had gone into that card game, half-sure that it would lead to such a situation. And she'd known, right from the start, that if the situation – and the man – arose, she would go through with it.
With one of her husband's best friends!
But then she became newly aware of the spunk drooling down her legs, and she remembered how it had felt when Koenig had poured his abundant load deep inside her cunt, the way it had felt when that huge cock, now so defenseless-looking, had been driven between her pussy lips.
Her hand went down over her pubis and her fingers touched her cunt. She felt her still swollen pussy lips, now covered with the overflow of Koenig's fuck slick and slimed with his cum and her own juices.
She felt the place where his dick had gone, and remembered the way it had stretched her, crammed her.
She pushed her misgivings angrily out of her mind. After all, she was more than half-sure that Tom was fucking that bitch of a secretary in his office, that Allison cunt. And besides, with all his messing off with gambling, throwing away the money they'd so carefully nursed into an adequate, comfortable income.
Janet grabbed her clothing, not caring if the meager garments were wrinkled or creased by her careless handling. The shorts and top didn't have to look good at all. Their sole purpose was to show off what she had to exhibit.
She shook Koenig. "Out, Sid, out. Party time is over. And keep your mouth shut – understand?"
He nodded, still partially asleep, and began hoisting himself out of the bed.
"You won't mind that I don't see you to the door," she said. "You know your way around here pretty damn well, at least, you do now."
She turned to the door and left him there, slowly dressing. Yes, I know the score and maybe I should score some more before I'm done.
But even as she thought that, she felt a pang of guilt creeping up on her. If it didn't get her before she slept, it would when she awoke. She knew herself. And she knew that when all was said and done, she did love her husband.