The minute Bill left for Ohio, Sally felt as tough she had been given a new lease on life. Just knowing that Bill would be gone for a week was like a vacation for her. She wouldn't have to worry about getting dinner ready for him, or being interrupted in her love-making with whomever happened to be in the house. It was a sense of freedom she hadn't experienced in a long time, and Sally was as grateful as she was horny.
She decided to go out. Going to a bar was a pleasure not often available to Sally. How on earth could she explain her absence? But now, knowing how long Bill would be gone, she could find someone to suck and fuck with to her heart's content. She considered inviting Lisa to join her, but Lisa would never be able to leave either her kids or her husband. Sally would have to go by herself.
The night after the morning that Bill left, Sally dressed carefully. When she had put the finishing touches on her make-up, she surveyed herself in her mirror.
Sally, you look good! she told herself without modesty. I could almost eat you myself! And she laughed at the impossible idea. Don't worry about getting your box eaten out tonight, honey, she chided herself. There'll be someone more than happy to do it for you! With one last fond smile at her image, Sally got into her car and drove towards The Den.
Though she felt a little self-conscious about going to a bar by herself, Sally had enough confidence in her appearance to carry her project through. She had been to The Den before, but with Bill. Tonight was the first time that she had attended the place unescorted.
When she entered the bar, some of the men turned to look at her. Sally accepted their stares in good grace. After all, it was a compliment to her appearance. She sauntered towards the bar, her tight slacks accenting the high roll of her ass.
The bartender perked up as Sally slid onto her stool. "Hi," he began. "What can I get you?"
Sally toyed with the idea of saying a big, fat prick and changed her mind. Though she was obsessed with sex, she knew everyone else wasn't. Why, she didn't know. But she still wasn't about to come on too strong in this bar.
"Give me a Beefeater Martini," Sally said at last. "Very dry."
Pete turned away to mix a pitcher of martinis, and Sally lit a cigarette. She wondered how long it would be before the pianist showed up. She knew the minute live music filled the room, people would start to get bold. Just then, Pete set her martini in front of her.
"Enjoy," he advised.
Sally smiled at him before taking a sip. He was handsome, but that did not surprise her. Very seldom had she seen an ugly bartender. It wasn't good for business.
Sally sat sipping her drink, trying not to look too obvious. Pete returned once and placed some cheese and crackers in front of her. Soon the martini began to go to her head, making her personal problems fade into an alcoholic haze. She began to feel competent again, sure of her femininity and anxiously confident that she would meet someone that very evening who would dispel the loneliness of her life and make her feel alive again.
She no longer felt self-conscious sitting at the bar. She felt as though she belonged in The Den as much as anyone else. Let them assume she was meeting someone there. She was, in a way. Though it was not prearranged.
Several couples were moving on the tiny dance floor now and Sally watched them, smiling. She saw how the women brushed against the men and how the men in turn rubbed against the women. It was all a kind of ritual, and Sally enjoyed watching it. She only wished there was someone who she wanted to dance with. But a quick appraisal of the room disappointed her. She turned back to her drink, polished it off with one neat swallow and ordered another one from Pete.
He was busier now, and it took him a few minutes to mix her a fresh drunk. Placing it in front of her with a smile, he also put her tab down. Not having anything better to do, Sally flipped the bill over with her fingers and glanced at it. As Sally sat idly staring at her bill, she became aware of someone sliding onto the next booth. She could smell his masculine scent even before she heard his deep voice ordering a drink. Not daring to look directly at her new companion, Sally stared straight ahead, sipping her drink daintily.
"When you're through with that, let me buy you another one," the voice offered.
She turned with a wide smile. She liked men who were generous before, not afterwards!
"Why thank you," she replied brightly. "That would be very nice!"
She was relieved to see that he was very handsome. She gauged him to be in his mid-forties, but he had the kind of well-kept body that turned her on.
His smile provided a white contrast to his tan, and she assumed he played golf or tennis. His hair was black, but beginning to grey at the temples. Sally liked that, also. There was something so irritatingly boyish about her husband Bill, that she welcomed the presence of authority, even if it only meant age.
He raised his glass towards her and said: "To the young lady on my left. Whomever she might be!"
They drank deeply of their poison.
"I haven't seen you here before," the man went on. "By the way, my name is Ziggy."
"Sally," she demurred, careful to leave off her last name.
She noted that the suit he was wearing was expensive and grey. The idea that this man was wealthy turned her on. Though Sally had nothing against fulfilling her insatiable sexual desires with any attractive person that was available, she always flashed faster on people with money.
Pete approached them then, and Sally noticed how Pete seemed to defer to this man. Ziggy merely pointed to Sally's glass and Pete was quick to whisk it away. When he returned with the fresh martini, he made no move to either pick up her tab or ask Ziggy if the treat was on him.
Just then, the pianist entered the place. Shortly after he had set up his music sheets, the small bar was filled with the kind of tinkly music Sally thought went out with cocktail parties in the forties. Even the pianist nodded to Ziggy. As Sally sipped her drink, she felt as though she had met someone who could take care of her. Not only in bed, but in other ways as well.
She was facing him now, having swiveled around on her, stool so that her legs were between his spread ones.
Ziggy put his hand on hers as she went to take a fresh cigarette from her pack.
"Here," he offered. "Let me."
Sally wasn't about to argue with him. She welcomed the fact that he was so willing to run the whole show. She could feel her panties getting wet with cunt-juice.
Not only did he reach for her cigarette and light it, he inhaled deeply on the slender white stick before placing it between her lips. Sally looked long and deep into his eyes. She knew the cigarette was only a symbol for his own prick. Though she could have saved a lot of time by advising him she would be happy to suck him off, she enjoyed the game as much as he did.
"I know it sounds corny," he began in his deep voice, "but what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
Silly laughed. "What's wrong with this place?" Now it was his turn to laugh. "Nothing," he agreed. "I own it!"
Far-out! Sally thought, though somewhere deep inside her she wasn't surprised.
"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked delicately, his dark-blue eyes boring deeply into hers.
Sally shook her head. "You don't mind if unescorted women drink alone in your bar, do you?" she countered.
Ziggy smiled. "Not when they have as much as you!" he told her.
Sally's legs began swinging slowly back and forth between Ziggy. "You sure have a knack for making a woman feel good," she told him, lowering her eyes.
"Did you eat yet?" Ziggy wanted to know. He looked around as though to catch the eye of a waiter.
"I'm not hungry right now," Sally admitted. She wanted him to ask her more questions. She liked men to take their time with her, if she had plenty of time. And now, with Bill gone for a week, she had plenty of time.
"Maybe later we can have a bite to eat," Ziggy offered. He let his voice trail off.
"Sure," Sally said.
She took another sip of her drink. This was it, she thought to herself. If she had another drink, she'd be on her ear. She had a real good buzz on and that was all she sought. She didn't want to become soddenly drunk. She wanted to be a complete sex partner. Especially for someone like Ziggy!
"Look," Ziggy said, "I don't like to make time in my own bar," he admitted. "Too many people notice my behavior, if you know what I mean. Do you have a car?"
Sally said that she did and Ziggy suggested they meet someplace else. Sally was disappointed that he didn't suggest his own place, but figured that he was as married as she was and that they would have to make it in a motel.
She left shortly after that and drove to the designated restaurant. Ziggy joined her a short time later and they didn't exactly dawdle over their meal. He was quite frank about his status, confessing that he was, married to a woman that he no longer loved, but felt obligated to stay with, for the sake of their two sons.
Sally explained her situation, and the two of them felt secure in the knowledge that neither one was better off than the other.
Sally considered the possibility of inviting Ziggy over to her house, but nixed that, idea on the rare chance someone might stop by. But Ziggy solved their dilemma by suggesting they spend the night at the Motel on the Mountain.
This was one of Sally's favorite places. To begin with, the motel was situated on a mountain high over Suffern. Discretion was one of the hallmarks of the place and chances of anyone seeing her car were so remote, they would have to be guilty parties themselves!
Sally followed Ziggy's Mercedes up the long winding road that led to the motel, seeing the lights of the New York Thruway beneath. She parked outside the office, watching as Ziggy flashed his credit cards at the manager. In a few moments he appeared at the window, and Sally opened it.
"Room 1400," he said briefly.
Sally started up her car, thrilled by his curtness and wondering what kind of fuck he would be once the two of them were locked limb to naked limb in bed.
Once the two of them were inside the lavishly appointed room, there was a knock on the door. Sally's eyes flew to Ziggy's face in alarm, but he laughed.
"In ordered a bottle," he told her. "Don't get all panicky!"
While Ziggy mixed their drinks, Sally retired to the bathroom to prepare herself for some heavy fucking. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Several drunks and a good steak dinner had given her face an unusual flush. Also, she thought, the idea of getting a stiff cock shoved up her cunt turned her on, too!
Sally smiled in anticipation. Then, stripping out of her clothes, she waited until she heard the door slam and the lock snap in place. Ziggy had turned on the radio and soft music now leaked under the bathroom door. When she made her entrance, she was shocked to see Ziggy sitting nude on the bed.
"Here," he said, gesturing towards the drink he had poured her. "Drink up!"
Sally smiled and took the proffered glass. Drinking half of it down in one gulp, she sat on the edge of the bed, next to him. Sue could feel her clit jumping up in excitement, and squeezed her legs closer together. This kind of squishing movement only served to increase her clit's desire to be stimulated by something else – like a warm, fat tongue, or a stiff, hard, prick. Sally knew both options were available to her, so she thought she would torture her hungry clit awhile longer.
Just then, Ziggy placed his drink on the night table and made a move towards Sally. She welcomed his desire, as it coincided nicely with her own and she, too, placed her drink aside. She no longer desired any artificial stimulation, she wanted the real thing!
As Ziggy's arms drew her to his chest, her arms went around his broad back, thrilling to his muscled body with its hairy chest and nudging prick. His mouth opened to cover hers, and Sally gladly gave up her tongue to battle with his own.
They were swapping spit, their bodies mashing against each other, their minds racing with the joy that was in store for both of them.
Sally could hear Ziggy's breath rasping in his throat and knew from the hoarse way he was blowing in her ear that he wouldn't be able to sustain this kind of temptation any longer.
His hands seemed to be everywhere on her at once and Sally wished he would slow down, though she welcomed his passion. As she explored the outlines of his frame, so did he seek to know her curves better.
Now he had her on her side, his broad hands tickling her as they moved from her cunt to her ass. His mouth was on her tit, sucking its perky pointedness.
Sally's hands traced the magnificent outlines of his body, thrilling when she felt her nails catch in the pubic hairs that surrounded his full balls.
"Oh!" he moaned, loving the gentle, yet insistent way she handled his sensitive nuts.
Sally was torn between sucking his joint off and letting him go down on her. Ziggy solved this with one swift move of his body.
Before Sally even had to think, she found herself staring at his swollen prick, a few inches any from her mouth.
She gazed at its broad mushroom shaped head with its piss-slit that seemed like an all-seeing eye to her. She noticed his thick shaft, almost eight or nine inches long it seemed to her, and then took his full balls into her hand.
"Suck me!" he begged, pushing and groaning as he strained to get his cock in her mouth.
Sally didn't hesitate forever. Cock-sucking was one of the things she enjoyed the most and she could hardly wait to get on with it! She opened her mouth wide, and Ziggy's prick slipped inside as easily as a hot knife into warm butter.
"Oh!" he gasped once more, prior to wrapping his down eager lips around her prominent clit, full now with blood and desire.
Sally felt his first lickings and lappings on her cunt and almost came right there and then. With each new tonguing of her box, she squirmed more in delight. There seemed to be no apex to her pleasure, though she knew it would all end with her orgasm. Therefore, she concentrated on giving him head, hoping to postpone her own enjoyment until he was ready to come with her.
Ziggy felt his cock casing its way into her warm, wet throat and almost creamed right there and then. But he controlled himself and began thrusting deeper and deeper into her throat. Though it had occurred to Ziggy on many an occasion that he might possibly choke a girl to death with his huge prick, he never stopped. His pleasure was so keen, so intense, that he decided he would create whatever havoc was necessary if it felt this good!
Now they were writhing on the motel bed like a snake that had turned on itself, both carried away by their own sensations and pleasure.
Ziggy was a skilled cunt-lapper, there was no doubt about that, Sally thought wildly to herself. She could feel each new dip and twist his tongue gave to her cunt as it battered away at her clit and then went deeper to penetrate her hole.
His tongue seemed to be everywhere, and it was. He flicked her on her clit, buried his tongue in her hole and then continued on down until he was licking away at her asshole.
Sally could never remember feeling this sensational before. But that was always the way she felt when she was in bed with a man who really knew how to muff-dive.
The more he sucked and lapped away at her cunt and asshole, the more she tried to show appreciation for his technique by pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her own throat. Though she felt there was a very real possibility that she might choke, she no longer gave a fuck. All that mattered was NOW!
But Ziggy knew he was about to shoot his sperm into her mouth and he wanted to fuck her first. Rudely he jerked his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. Turning, he quickly mounted her, forcing his cock into her well-lubricated cunt.
Though Sally would have preferred him to suck her off to climax, she couldn't complain about this turn of events. Ziggy's cock had turned her on so much, she longed to feel it battering against her womb.
Ordinarily, she would have helped guide the prick into her cunt, but her twat was so slippery now, Ziggy needed no more than one powerful push to jam his cock balls deep inside her tight fuck-hole.
Now Sally began squeezing her cunt muscles on his prick, as though trying to milk the cum right out of his balls. Ziggy responded to this kind of special treatment by rotating his thrusts and withdrawals in a method designed to make her cry out for more.
Sally was well aware of what he was trying to do. She had fucked around enough to realize there were few techniques she hadn't already been fortunate enough to experience, but she appreciated the effort just the same. Wa teasing method resulted in contractions along the walls of her cunt that cried out for more and more stimulation.
Ziggy began battering and ramming away at Sally's cunt as though he was trying to break down the walls of her pussy. Sally was so turned an, her legs flew high in the air, offering Ziggy even closer access to her cunt.
Meanwhile, her hands were clawing at his back as her heels pounded on his ass, and Ziggy closed his eyes. His body began shuddering and shaking. Sally knew he was about to explode inside her cunt and this increased her excitement even more. Her body took on such a frantic heaving and bucking that Ziggy had all he could do to keep his cock in her quivering cunt.
"Oh, baby!" he shouted. "I'm going to come!" And he sent load after load of hot sperm gushing inside her slit. So much, in fact, that spoonfuls leaked out and stained the sheets.
As for Sally, one last brush against her clit by Ziggy's thick cock, and her body went into uncontrollable spasms. She gasped and moaned and seized Ziggy so fiercely, he felt sure her nails would leave long trails for his wife to see. Fortunately, her clawing and animal-like behavior didn't last too long and the two of them subsided into a contented silence that lasted for almost fifteen minutes.
Ziggy was the first to speak.
"You're some little wildcat," he told her. "I'd like to fuck and suck you a lot more!"
"Tonight?" Sally asked. She really hadn't planned on spending the whole evening out, just in case Bill should call.
Ziggy gave a grunt. "You're a lot younger than me," he told her. "No, not tonight. But I would like to see you again."
They dressed, and Sally left her number with Ziggy with careful instructions on when was a good time to call.
"Here," he offered, giving her his card which was wrapped inside a hundred-dollar bill. "Let's not lose touch with one another."
No chance of that! Sally thought as she drove back down the mountain towards her house. Gosh, she had enjoyed the shit out of herself this evening. More than ever she was grateful that she was married and had the kind of freedom, yet protection most single girls didn't enjoy. She knew when she took the money that Ziggy had reduced her to the status of a whore, but this was not at all offensive to the horny Sally.
That night, as she lay alone in her marital bed, fingering her sore cunt and remembering what a great fuck Ziggy had been, Sally vowed to keep her marriage up as long as Bill remained in the dark. He was necessary to her survival. But not in the usual way most husbands were.