Carole's fingers shook as she dialed Bill's office number. She would feel like an absolute fool if Cora had misinterpreted the whole thing. It wasn't like Cora to be alarmed over nothing, though. Cora was a good friend and she had sharp eyes when it came to watching Phil.
Ten minutes later she was on her way to a downtown bar to meet Bill. He had been politely surprised over the phone and she hadn't really told him anything… just that she wanted to meet him to talk about Rhonda. She knew that he was probably as curious as hell.
When she first caught sight of Bill McGrath sitting at the end of the bar where he said he would be, she couldn't believe that Cora was right. Bill was a beautiful hunk of man. She couldn't imagine why his wife would go out on him. He was gorgeous.
Carole walked to the bar and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Carole Underwood," she said quietly. "Let's get a booth where we can be a little more private and I'll tell you why I called you."
Carole led the way to a booth across the other side of the room and Bill followed her. He noticed the way her asscheeks wiggled and the natural sexy way she walked. He couldn't imagine how she knew Rhonda. She didn't look like she would be a friend of Rhonda's. She was much more sophisticated and sexy than any of Rhonda's friends that he knew.
"I suppose you're wondering who I am," Carole said as soon as they were seated. "I'm Phil Underwood's wife, the man that your wife Rhonda works for. How would you feel, Bill, if I told you that I think your wife is about to start an affair with my husband?"
Bill had his drink halfway to his lips. He set it down on the table so hard that, it sloshed over the rim of the glass.
"What?" he replied, not believing that he had heard her correctly.
"I think that your wife, Rhonda, is meeting my husband tonight and I think that Phil is going to try to fuck her."
Bill threw back his head and roared with laughter. "You've got to be kidding," he sputtered. "Rhonda and your husband? That's the most preposterous thing I've ever heard. Rhonda would never do a thing like that. I think you're imagining things, lady."
Carole reached out and put her hand over his. "I'm very much afraid that it's true," she continued. "I'm almost positive that your wife is going to end up in bed with my husband tonight."
Even after Carole had explained her suspicions, Bill still couldn't, believe it. He was sure that there must be some mistake.
"Why should Rhonda do something like that?" he asked. "She's perfectly happy married to me. I give her all the sex she needs."
"I'm sure you do," Carole answered, her eyes falling unconsciously to his crotch. She could see his prick was bunched up in the front of his pants and he was definitely hard. She wondered idly what he would do if she were to reach out and take hold of it and squeeze.
Bill saw her gaze shift to his crotch and he felt his prick pow harder. It was poking straight out in front. She was bound to notice. She couldn't very well miss it. He was a little embarrassed and he laughed self-consciously.
Suddenly he sat upright and glanced at her curiously. "You're really a strange woman, Carole. You've been sitting here telling me all about how my wife is going to have an affair with your husband and you don't seem really upset about it at all. I thought a wife who thinks her husband is cheating on her is supposed to be mad. Doesn't it bother you?"
"No…" Carole replied slowly. She met his eyes steadily. "As a matter of fact, I wish I could catch him fucking another woman," she confessed. "If I find out for sure that he's cheating on me, then I can do something about it."
"Oh, you mean you want to divorce him."
Carole laughed. "Oh, no. Of course not. I wouldn't divorce Phil for the world. I love him. It's just that if I catch him out fucking, then I'll feel perfectly entitled to go out and do the same. That's what I really want. I want the freedom to fuck around, just like Phil does."
Bill gasped audibly. This was really strange. Carole's idea of what was fair was pretty strange, but now that he thought about it, it seemed to make perfect sense. Why shouldn't she go out with someone if her husband did? Turn about was fair play.
Bill laughed right along with her. He hadn't ever heard anyone actually come right out and say something like that, but it seemed reasonable.
"That's really a good way to look at it," he said, patting her hand which was still resting on the table between them. "I always thought that Rhonda would be hurt and mad if I cheated on her. If she had the same attitude you do, I wouldn't worry about it at all."
Then a frown crossed his face. "I really don't think that Rhonda is going to fuck with your husband, though. I'm almost sure of it. I'd be willing to bet that if be makes a pass at her, she'll come running home in tears."
Carole smiled smugly. "You'd be willing to bet on that, hmmmm?"
Bill nodded, very sure of himself.
"Alright, I'll bet with you," Carole agreed. "Let's make the stakes high so it'll be interesting. If Rhonda doesn't do anything with Phil tonight, I'll take both of you out to dinner. How's that?"
"Pine," Bill agreed. "Now, what if you win? What if Rhonda actually fucks with your husband."
"Oh, that's easy," Carole giggled. "If Rhonda fucks with Phil then I demand equal time."
Bill looked puzzled. Then he began to grin. He hoped she meant what he thought she meant.
"That's right," Carole said, giggling harder. "If Rhonda fucks with Phil, then I get to fuck with you. Have we got a deal?"
Bill laughed right out loud. "You bet your sweet ass we do," he replied, squeezing her hand tightly.
"Here's my home number. Call me the minute Rhonda calls you and gives you some excuse why she can't come borne until late. Then we'll decide how we'll catch them."
Bill put the slip of paper with Carole's number on it in his pocket. He wasn't exactly sure whether he hoped Rhonda would be a wife and come home or whether he wanted her to lose the bet for him…
He was home by four-thirty. He mixed himself a stiff drink and lit a cigarette. Then he sat down close to the phone to wait. He thought about Carole's large titties and the way she wiggled when she walked. He wondered if she would be good in bed. Maybe he'd get a chance to find out. In a perverse sort of way, he almost hoped that Rhonda would call with some excuse. Carole was just what he had been longing for… a new, exciting woman to fuck. He could try out all those things he read about but didn't dare to try when he was fucking Rhonda.
The more Bill thought about Carole, the more excited he got. His cock grew hard and throbbed lustily. He longed to sink it between Carole's silky thighs. She sure looked like she'd be a hot piece. Maybe she would be the type of woman who would let him experiment a little. Maybe he could put his tongue in her pussy and wiggle it around. The guys at work said that tongue-fucking was just great.
His cock lurched up and pressed against the front of his pants. He looked around nervously. Then he got up and pulled the drapes. He'd never be able to stand it this way. He had to do something about that hard cock of his before it split the seam in his pants.
Bill pulled his cock out and looked at it appraisingly. It was good and hard. It was long too. He knew that he had a big cock. The guys at the steam bath used to tease him about it.
"It's going to take a hell of a good pussy to take that monster of yours," they used to say. "You've got a real whopper, Bill."
Maybe Carole would do that other thing he had been thinking about lately. Maybe she would lick, and suck his cock for him. He knew that Rhonda would never do anything kinky like that, but Carole might. The way she was talking made him think, that she would do that and more. She sure was a sexy lady.
Bill touched the head of his cock and felt it twitch under his finer. He was really horny. He hadn't been this horny for a long time. He grabbed his stiff prick and slid his hand up and down tightly. That felt good. He could pretend that Carole was sucking on it and he could pump it up and down until he came. It was one hell of an exciting thought.
Bill began shaking his fist up and down a little faster. He thought about all the things he'd like to do to Carole and all the weird, exciting things that she could do to him. His hand began to clutch and shake, faster and faster…
Carole Underwood was thinking of exactly the same thing. She wondered how it would feel to fuck Bill. He looked like the kind of man that needed a good lay. She was sure that she could give him that Phil always said that she was the best lay around. She didn't really blame him for cheating on her. She knew that it wasn't anything personal. He still liked to fuck her. He just wanted something new and different… that was all. She could understand that only too well. That was exactly what she wanted too. If he could only make it with Rhonda, she would feel perfectly justified in fucking with Bill. This was one time when she hoped that Phil would score. She could use a little excitement in her life.
Carole thought about the bulge that she had seen in the front of Bill's pants. She wondered if he would have a big cock. It certainly looked like it this afternoon. If the way his pants were bunched up was any indication, Bill had a real whopper. She felt her pussy cream hotly as she thought about unzipping Bill's pants and pulling out his stiff, long cock. Mmmmmm… that would be so good.
Her hand slipped to her pussy unconsciously.
She patted the silky mound of her cunt. Then she grabbed it and shook it firmly. God, she was hot. She would have to do something to get some relief. She didn't think that her hot pussy would let her wait to see if Phil fucked Rhonda. She was going to have to take care of it right now.
She stood up and started taking off her clothes. She would take care of her hot pussy in the shower. That way she could do two things at once… take a shower and get off.
Cora Peterson's cunt was feeling good. She lay back on the bed and spread her cuntlips with one hand. The other held her little vibrator and she ran it lightly over her glistening pussy groove. The gentle whirling made her heart beat faster. She brought the head of the plastic vibrator right up against the sucking mouth of her pussy and groaned quietly. That felt so good. It was so much better than a nasty old cock. The vibrator slipped and slid up her wet cuntslit.
She made it go slowly, nosing its way through her delicate tissues. She wade it go higher and higher. It was almost there now… almost touching the livid pink bud of her joy button.
"Aaaaaaaah," she sighed. She pushed the vibrator up just a little bit higher and it pressed against the trembling bump of her clit, whirring steadily.
Cora could feel the gush of her steamy cunt cream. It ran out of her clutching pussyhole and filled the sweet cleft between her puffy soft cuntlips. Her clitty throbbed fiercely, captured by the whirring head of the plastic vibrator.
"Ooooo," she moaned. She didn't know why she was so incredibly horny. Her clit felt like it was on fire, throbbing and burning in excitement.
Her pussy mouth spumed wildly, begging to be filled with the little plastic cock. She shoved it down, almost roughly, and buried it in her steamy cunthole, groaning and tossing her head in passion.
She held it in place with one hand and reached for her throbbing clit with the other. Her fingertip pressed against the little love bud, flicking it eagerly. Oooooh, that was it. Just a little more and she would come.
Her body jerked upward. Her hips trembled wildly. Her legs splayed out and shook obscenely. She could feel the vibrator slashing in her wet, horny pussyhole.
Her fingers tweaked at her joy buff on, nipping at it sharply. She rolled it between her fingers and her pussy creamed hotly. She felt the wonderful, familiar waves of orgasm start to build, higher and higher. She opened her mouth and her tongue stabbed out at the empty air, searching for something.
Her pussy trembled and ached. She felt like her whole body was on fire, burning with a white-hot lusty heat.
Her pussyhole snapped wildly. It clutched and nipped at the whirling plastic cock, sucking it in, deeper and deeper.
She panted. Her heart pounded wildly. Her whole body was poised on the brink of orgasm.
She gave her straining clit one last roll with the tip of her finger and her pussy exploded. Juice shot out around the still-whirring vibrator, leaking out of her pussyhole wetly, drowning the plastic cock in her hot, steamy love juices.
Cora sighed deeply. She felt so much better. She was so glad that someone had invented the little plastic vibrators. It was so much nicer than anything else she could imagine.
Carole had been in the shower for a long time.
She had already washed her hair and soaped her lovely body. Now only one thing was left to do. She could hardly wait to take care of her horny pussy.
She adjusted the showerhead so that the water rushed out in a steady, warm stream. It was just perfect for her horny purposes.
She stepped close to the splattering water and let it run down over her swelling titties. It felt so good that she trembled all over. The stream of water was pointed directly at the tips of her tits. It streamed out at her rosy nipples and splattered against them, making them swell up even fuller. It felt like magic fingers, caressing her sensitive nipples until they throbbed hotly.
She stepped back and pulled the shower head down lower. Now the water was aimed straight at her hot pussy. All that she had to do was to step under the warm stream of water and hold her pussy open. She trembled just thinking about what the water splattering against her hot pussy would do.
She stepped closer and held her pussylips open with her hands until all of her glistening pink cunt groove was exposed. The water splashed down in a thrilling steam, pouring over her hot pussy flesh, making her cunt feel like it was on fire with passion.
She wiggled her hips lustily. The water was just the right temperature. It filled, her cunt with sweet, hot thrills. She giggled softly. Then a new thought struck her and she felt her pussy throb wildly. Maybe she could get Bill to fuck her in the shower. She had always wanted to do that. It would be nice and warm and steamy and slippery. Just thinking about it made her pussy come close to exploding Carole reached up and narrowed the stream of water a little. Now it was rushing down, full-force and needle sharp. She tilted forward with her hips so that her trembling clit was directly in line with the sharp stream of water.
"Aaaaaaah," she sighed. "Mmmmmmm… feels so good. The only way it could be better would be with a cock sliding in my hot pussyhole."
She moved slightly back and forth. Her little chit was butted this way and that by the rushing water. It strained upward, turning bright red and becoming terribly stiff.
Carole giggled excitedly. She hoped Phil wouldn't come home to change clothes. She was in a pretty ridiculous position, thrusting her cunt up to the stream of water and leaning back against the tiled wall. Phil would get the shock of his life if he came home now and found his horny wife in this position.
She started thinking about Bill's cock again and her clitty throbbed wildly. Maybe she could even get him to try that new exciting thing she had read about. If she coaxed and got him hot enough, he might just stick his cock in her tight little asshole. She shuddered wildly. That should be fun. At least the girls in the sexy magazines Phil had hidden under his side of the bed looked like they were enjoying it. The thought was terribly exciting.
She let go of her pussylips with one hand and reached around behind her. Her finger rimmed the tiny opening of her ass and she shuddered again. That felt really good.
She pushed her finger in a little way. God, it was tight. It felt wonderful, though. Thrills shot through her whole body. Between the stream of water on her clit and the tip of her finger pressing into her pink asshole she was almost out of her mind with lust.
She wiggled the tip of ha finger and pushed it in a little farther. It slipped right in, right up the narrow channel of her ass. She felt her clit strain upward and then she was coming. Wild, wet thrills shot through her pussy and her whole body trembled.
"Aaaaaagh!" she gasped. "Aaaaaagh, yes! Ass-fuck me good. Ram it up my little titter and fuck me hard."
Waves of pleasure ripped through her pussy. She felt like she was drowning under the rushing water and it was wonderful. Yes, she knew for sure now. She was going to talk Bill into ass-fucking her. She was positive that she'd love it.
Bill's eyes were glazed. All he could think about was Carole and her soft, red lips. It would feel so wonderful if she would swallow his cock with her wet, hot mouth. Maybe she'd let him come that way… his prick would explode inside her sucking mouth. His cum would fly down her throat and she would swallow eagerly. She would love the taste of his cum. She would beg for more and more and more.
Bill's hand flew faster. He whipped his fist up and down and thought about filling Carole's hot throat with his cum. Her hair would tickle his balls and she would swallow him completely, sucking and licking and moaning out her pleasure.
He stiffened. His cock was almost ready to shoot. He grabbed the handkerchief he had beside him on the couch and covered the head of his cock with it. Then he was back in Carole's mouth again, imagining her pleased surprise at the amount of hot cum he would squirt right down her throat.
"Aaaaaagh!" he yelled wildly. "Here it comes, baby! Drink my hot cum! Swallow it all, every drop!"
His prick stiffened and shot its hot load right into his handkerchief. He groaned and wiped it off carefully. It wouldn't do to leave cum stains all over the couch. Rhonda would be sure to ask what had happened and he really wouldn't know what to tell her. He couldn't very well say that he had been thinking about fucking Carole Underwood and had gotten so horny that he had to beat off like some sex-starved teenager. No… he certainly couldn't tell her that.