Fran and Bill were riding back on the plane from Ohio. Bill put his hand on her thigh and gave a warm squeeze.
"You were dynamite!" he told her. "Just fucking wonderful!"
Fran smiled. "You weren't too bad yourself!" she told her account executive.
It was hard to tell whether either one was talking about the client meeting or the time they spent in bed! Actually, both of them were referring to both encounters.
Although Bill had expected a long series of meetings to convince the client to promote their new product, their presentation the first day had been so overwhelming, there was no further need to stay in Ohio. Bill was aware that Sally wasn't expecting him back for a while. He planned on spending more time with Fran in New York, if that were possible.
As for Fran, she was thrilled that the meeting had gone so well. It was another feather in her creative cap and Fran was at the stage in her career where these things could mean big bucks to her later on. Having Bill in her corner was an asset not to be treated too lightly and she had no intention of doing so.
Though Fran wasn't too keen on having an affair with a married man, she remembered the night they had had dinner with an old Army buddy of Bill's. The way Bill had talked to this man made Fran wonder exactly what the hell kind of marriage he had with Sally.
They were in a restaurant famous for its steaks, and flushed with the success of their client, meeting, both of them were in good spirits. Suddenly Bill had stopped his praise of her performance to say: "See that guy at the bar?"
Fran had swiveled her head around.
"What guy?" she had giggled. "I only have eyes for you!"
Bill smiled in appreciation at her flirtatious manner. "That guy there," he said. "The one with the blond hair."
"Oh, him!" Fran said. "Wow! He's really cute!"
Bill grimaced in annoyance.
"I think that's Jason Hedges," he said. "An aid Army buddy of mine. Excuse me. I'll be right back."
And he left the table for the bar. Fran took another gulp of her Tequila Sunrise. She was higher than a kite and she felt nothing could spoil the way she was feeling.
In a few minutes, Bill returned to their table with the blond man and introduced him to Fran.
As they ate, Bill and Jason yapped about their Army days, much to the annoyance of Fran who preferred the conversation to center around her. But despite her alcoholic haze, she did gather that Jason was up for a construction job not far from where Bill and Sally lived.
"Here!" Bill announced. "Take this key. Stop in my house and make yourself at home. If my wife hassles you, just set her the fuck straight!"
Fran sobered up instantly at this remark. Bill had possibilities!
"Gee," Jason was saying. "That's very generous of you." And he pocketed the key.
For the rest of the evening, they continued their man-talk and Fran was relieved when Jason finally split.
"I'll be seeing you back home," he told Bill. "I hope your wife doesn't mind me being there too much."
"Fuck her!" Bill said raucously. "You think I'm going to worry about that bitch? She's lucky I feed and clothe her and keep a roof over her Goddamn head!"
Jason left shortly after that, nodding at Fran and telling Bill he would catch him later.
"Your wife sounds interesting," Fran said as they enjoyed their after-dinner brandies.
Bill snorted. "Maybe to you she does!" he said.
Fran was smart enough not to pursue this conversation in-depth, but she was anxious to take advantage of the fact that Bill had had too much to drink and might therefore reveal his true situation.
"Come on," she said softly. "You must love her if you're married to her."
Bill laughed shortly. "She's the coldest fish I've ever known!" he said.
Fran listened, with both ears flapping, while Bill recounted how hot his wife had been prior to their marriage and how she had turned out to be frigid.
"I'm not worried about sending Jason there," he said. "She doesn't fuck around at all. Believe me, in the town I live in I'd hear about it."
Fran doubted this. She knew how many long hours Bill worked in the agency. In fact many times she had wondered why he was so reluctant to go home when the other men did. But she didn't comment. She was just pleased as shit that the two of them seemed to have something going that might be promising.
Now, riding back on the plane with Bill, she nestled closer to him. Bill thought how differently they were relating to each other now compared to the flight out to Ohio, but he was too grateful for the change to comment about it.
"Are you going back into the agency tomorrow?" he wanted to know. "We could just pretend we were still out in Ohio and have some time together, you know."
Fran knew this, but she didn't want to appear too easy.
"It's something to consider," she said.
Bill looked around the plane. They were flying first class since the agency was picking up the tab. Hardly any other passengers were sharing their cabin.
"I'd like to fuck you right here and now," he told her. "What do you say?"
"I say you're, out of your mind," Fran shot back, but the idea had appeal for her.
"Come on," Bill insisted. "If you don't want to fuck, why don't you give me a blow-job? I'll just cover your head with the blanket!"
"You're crazy!" Fran said, but the idea of sucking on his cock while they flew 22,000 feet in the air struck her as exciting.
Bill was already covering the two of them with the brown, scratchy blanket.
"If the stewardess comes by, I'll just tell her you're taking a nap," he assured her. "Come on. Don't be such a fucking prude!"
Fran allowed him to cover her head with the blanket and found herself snuggled next to his cock.
"Take it out," she told him. "I want you to present it to me as though you were nursing a baby!"
"And you said I was crazy!" Bill said. But he was happy to do as she asked.
Now Fran's mouth was being brushed by the head of Bill's prick. Though it was dark under the blanket, she found the roar of the engines comforting in her ears and she opened her mouth to receive his prick. It slipped in easily enough and Fran began sucking and nuzzling his cock like a child starved for a lollipop.
"Oh," Bill groaned. "You're the best, baby. The fucking best!"
Fran wondered how this might appear to the stewardess or any other passenger that might be passing by. She knew her head was bobbing up and down under the blanket and it was all she could do to keep from moaning aloud in enjoyment.
She was holding his cock in her left hand now, pushing it in and out of her mouth faster and faster. It tasted so fucking good to her, she had to restrain herself to keep from biting its head off, but that would defeat her whole purpose so she fought against this cannibalistic tendency on her part, contenting herself with the rubbery, velvety taste and feel of his prick. Meanwhile, her own cunt-juice was growing, her twat itching for a cock to plow through it, but, this she knew was impossible. At least here in the seat.
Meanwhile, Bill was trying to maintain same expression of normalcy on his grimacing face. He jerked open his day-old issue of the newspaper and tried to cover his lap and Fran's bobbing head with it. Just then, the stewardess came by.
"Oh," she said. "Where is your companion?"
At that particular moment, Fran (under the blanket) had taken both his nuts into her mouth and was sucking and licking away at them furiously.
"My WHAT?" Bill shouted.
"The young lady who was riding with you," the annoying stewardess insisted.
"I guess she's in the john," Bill croaked. "Why?"
"I just wanted to see that everything was all right," the stewardess replied. "Here," she added, grabbing for the blanket. "You don't need this, do you?" And she tried to jerk it off his lap.
"Yes!" Bill practically shouted. "I DO!" And he found himself engaged in a tug of war over the blanket with the stewardess.
"Well!" she sniffed. "Some people!" And she waltzed down the aisle.
Fucking bitch! Bill thought to himself. Her interruption had almost cost him his hard-on, but Fran's busy tongue and lips soon had his cock twitchingly erect once again.
This had to be the best, Bill found himself thinking. Getting a blow-job by just anyone wasn't his cup of tea. But getting this brilliant young copywriter to suck his cock off, fist-class, was something else!
"I'm going to come!" he told her in a choked voice. "I'm going to come!"
Fran heard his strangled voice and sucked his cock even harder. Come! she wanted to shout, but she held her peace. In a few moments she was rewarded by Bill's hot, tasty fuck-sauce shooting deep into her throat. Swallowing his sperm in quick little gulps, Fran stayed close to his withering prick. When she was able to stuff it back into his pants and zip up his fly, she emerged into daylight once again.
"That was nice," Bill told her in a weakened voice. "Real nice."
Fran wiped her mouth and gave him a great smile.
"I enjoyed it, too," she told him. "Really!"
It was true, but Fran was now so horny, she was glad it was a short flight to New York.
"Why don't you have dinner over at my place this evening?" she suggested. "That is, if you're not in any hurry to get back to Sally and Jason."
"Fuck Sally and Jason!" Bill said. "I'm coming with you!"
"Good," Fran said, straightening herself up in the narrow seat. "Because you have to do me now, honey. I want you to eat my pussy until it's raw!"
"It'll be my pleasure," Bill assured her. "My pleasure!"
After they had landed, Bill was able to get a taxi to take them both to Fran's East Side apartment. As he entered the apartment, he thought to himself that suburban living sucked. He decided right then and there to spend a tad more time at Fran's place.
"Do you want a drink?" Fran asked when they had set their bags down in the foyer.
"Not unless you do," Bill said. He was tired of drinking. No longer did he need an artificial stimulus to get it on with Fran. Just the idea of sucking her cunt was enough for him.
"I'll be right with you," Fran said, going into the bathroom. "Make yourself at home!"
"I intend to," Bill told her. He looked around the living room. It didn't surprise him that a copywriter making at least twenty thousand a year should live this well. It was his pleasure to share her comfort.
He strolled into her bedroom, pleased with the fact that she had a huge waterbed. He could hardly wait to go down on her with the sensation that they were floating on a raft.
When Fran reappeared, she had showered and changed into a thin, white nightgown that did nothing in the way of making her look modest. Bill let out a low whistle.
"You look good enough to eat," he told her.
"I'm glad to hear that," she teased, "because that's exactly what I want you to do to me! Eat me until I come, honey!"
She got onto the waterbed instantly and whipped up her white nightgown. Bill stared at her spread beaver. Though he hadn't even made a move towards her, he could see the moist secretions leaking out of her horny cunt.
With a little cry of lust, Bill jammed his face into her box. Whatever perfume she had used was like a heavenly scent to him. He mashed his face between her hairy cunt-lips and began licking away at her box like a maniac.
"Oh!" Fran moaned. "That feels so good, honey! Don't stop! I love it!"
Bill liked it when a woman expressed her desires and pleasures to him verbally. It only served to increase his own desire and pleasure.
"I could eat you forever!" he told her. "You taste so fucking good!" And he dug his tongue even deeper into her hole.
"Not there!" she protested, spreading the lips of her cunt wider apart far him. "Up here!" And she flicked her clit with her finger.
Bill started sucking on her passion-bud with such fervor, Fran feared she might blow right then and there without the long drawn-out sensations she preferred.
She grabbed his head so that she might better guide his tongue. By pushing and jerking gently his head all around, she soon had Bill covering her entire cuntal area with his thick, wet and warm tongue.
"That's nice!" she told him. "Now you've got it!"
Bill began licking faster then, feeling as though he wanted nothing in the world better than to give her as much pleasure as he was receiving from simply sucking her cunt. It was times like this that Bill thought he was born to eat pussy. He was flooded with her scent, with her juices and with the whole idea that he was going down on a chick.
If his mouth wasn't stuffed with her snatch, he might have told her that, but words seemed insufficient now to him. All he wanted to do was suck her to orgasm! He was making such headway, giving head, that Fran's hips were humping up and down in his face, slamming into his nose and bruising his eyebrows, but Bill didn't care. This was it! She was worth going down on, after all, she had shown no hesitation in giving him a blow-job back on the plane in a relatively public area.
Just then, interrupting his own senseless train of thought, Fran cried out.
"Oh my God!" she shrieked. "Don't stop! I'm coming! COOMMIINNCGG!"
And she heaved and bucked and shook all over the bed until she couldn't move any more.
Bill raised his head from between her thighs, his face covered with her cunt-juice, a dazed grin on his face.
"Are you all right?" he asked her.
For an answer, Fran reached down with both hands to drag his head towards her mouth.
"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "That was just wonderful. Really, Bill! Just fantastic!"
And she kissed him deeply.
While she was kissing him, she thought to herself what a terrific person he was in bed. Why his wife couldn't get along with him was beyond her. But then, since Fran had never been a frigid person, how could she expect to understand another? To her, Bill was the complete man. Sensitive, ardent, intelligent and a great fuck. There was surely something wrong with Sally!
Well, if there was anything wrong with Sally, Fran would have a hard time convincing Jason!
After Sally had showered and changed, she found herself once again comfortable in her own house. If Bill was so foolish to send this attractive man to her, even to spy on her activities, she would give them both a good report!
When she descended the stairs to face this new challenge called Jason, she found him lounging on the couch, watching television.
"Anything good on?" she asked in an effort to communicate with him.
Jason turned to face her. "Naw," he told her. "It's just the same old shit!"
He yawned and stretched his tall body and Sally flashed on the way his muscles seemed to ripple up and down the entire length of his frame. If there was one thing for sure, Bill's sit-down type of job hadn't done anything toward keeping him in shape. The contrast Jason's lean and muscled body presented to her was so stark, she almost came right under her lounging gown.
If being in construction kept you that well-preserved, Sally thought, maybe she ought to become a crane operator!
She was, in a sense, she reminded herself, remembering her afternoon with Ralph on the sun-deck. She was the best Goddamn crane operator in the fucking state!
As a matter of fact, she realized, it was nice to have a man around the house. Bill was never home this early, and she usually watched the evening news by herself. Now, with the very male presence of Jason, she felt content in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time.
When she had first been married to Bill, she had the illusion of being contented. He was attentive in those days, but this period had been brief. No sooner had she tucked her wedding gown away than her own body needed mothballs.
Fuck that shit! Her first reaction had been. What was she, nothing more than a receptacle for those times when he felt like watering her? Sally was romantic enough at heart to desire more than that! And though she had chosen the only alternative open to her, she had been able to salvage her marriage only through the liaisons site kept burning on the side.
Now, a new one was presenting itself to Sally and as she was never one to turn down anything presentable, she looked with new interest at the muscular man on the couch.
How would he react to her, knowing that she was married to his best friend? A man who had given him a home when he needed one, a place to stay when he had little money? She hoped that Jason would realize that Bill's relationship with her wasn't all that great, but she had no guarantee that he was aware of these personal facts, or that they would make any difference. Maybe she would have to become the aggressor. But was that a good idea? She decided to just take it as it came.
When Jason's interest in television seemed to wane, she decided to jump into the breach.
"Have you ever been married?" she asked him.
Jason gave her his flail attention before answering this question. "Yes," he said. "Once."
"Oh," Sally said. What else was there to say?
She hoped that he would pick up the conversation, and not leave the burden of discovering their mutual needs on her, but she didn't know if he would do this. If he didn't, it wouldn't necessarily mean he didn't want to pursue this line of questioning, only that he wasn't up to contributing on his own.
But then Jason said something that cheered her immensely in her desire to get to know this man who was now living under the same roof.
"Yeah," he continued. "I got married when I was in the Army. I was lonely, guess. Married some chick I met in a bar. Not like Bill!" he was quick to add. "I understood the two of you had dated quite a bit before you got hitched."
He looked questioningly at her.
Sally gulped. It was true they had dated. But they certainly hadn't spent much time in getting to know each other! She was eager to get out of her house, and he was eager to get out of his. So, in essence, the two of them had merely set up residence apart from their restrictive parents.
"Yes," she replied. "We dated for some time before getting married."
"Bill always talked about you," Jason volunteered. "He adored you."
"No kidding?" Sally asked, genuinely surprised. "Yeah," Jason went on easily. "He said you were the greatest."
"Oh?" she asked. "That was flattering."
"More than that, I'd say," Jason continued. "There were plenty of guys I knew that got married, but none seemed to care about his wife the way Bill did."
"Well, I'll be damned!" Sally said cheerfully.
Shit! she thought to herself. If he had loved her so much, why did he carry on the way he did after they had been together for a few months?
"Yeah," Jason was saying. "He bragged so much about you, we all were jealous."
"Huh!" Sally said. She was beginning to like Jason a lot!
"All of us used to kind of hope that we would meet someone like you," Jason continued. "But after a while, I guess we all gave up."
This was heavy shit for Sally. She never knew Bill had praised her so highly in his discussions with the guys.
"Yeah," she said. "He's all right!"
She hoped that didn't commit her too much to his cause. Because whatever his cause was now, she wasn't even a part of it! As far as she was concerned, her husband was a lost item, something that paid her bills and enabled her to live out her groovy life-style.
"I hope someday I'm as fortunate as Bill," Jason was saying. "There's nothing I'd work harder for than to find a chick like you."
"I guess everyone wants essentially the same thing."
"Yeah," Jason said. "But it's not easy."
If he only knew how easy it was! Sally said to herself. Aloud, she said: "Did you have enough to eat? Do you want something else?"
"No," Jason said. "Thanks very much. But I'm full."
He noticed then that she seemed uncomfortable on the straight-backed chair she was sitting in.
"Here," he offered. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the couch?"
It was a loaded question. Sally was faced with the chance to either sit with him in her thin nightgown or retain her seat off to one side. But her loneliness overrode any modesty she was hoping to retain.
"Okay."
Moving with all the grace of a sixteen-year-old at her first prom, Sally swished over to the couch. Her heart was beating so loudly, she feared Jason might hear it.
But he simply moved over to make more room for her.
"How's that?" he asked affably. "Do you feel any better?"
"Much better," Sally admitted as she readjusted herself to the couch with Jason on it. She sat primly to one side.
Jason flashed on her attitude right away.
"I suppose you feel strange, knowing. I'm a friend of your husband's and all that?" he offered. "That's part of it," Sally said. She wasn't about to admit her true desire to be fucked by Jason. That would be the height of foolishness.
"And what would be the other part?" Jason was curious to know, placing one of his hands on her thigh.
Sally flinched. Not so much because she was offended, but because of the desire and mixed feelings Jason aroused in her.
"Didn't you expect your wife to be faithful?" she asked in a small, little-girl voice.
Jason laughed. "Yeah," he admitted. "I guess so. But I'm older now. And I know that whatever turns you on, turns you on!"
"How do I know you're not just here to spy for my husband?" Sally blurted. "I mean what assurance do I have that whatever happens between the two of us is just going to be between the two of us?"
"That's a good question," Jason admitted. "But if you're worried about me saying something to your old man, you're barking up the wrong tree." And he moved his hand on her thigh up a little closer to her cunt.
Sally gasped. There was nothing she wanted more in the world than to have Jason's prick fucking away inside her cunt. But to admit to this and to encourage it was more than she could bear without his tacit approval.
"Do you mean that it doesn't bother you to fuck your own friend's wife?" she baldly asked.
Jason's smile became a little strained.
"Let's not say I wouldn't have any feelings about it," he said. "That wouldn't be true. But let us also admit that right now it wouldn't stop me one bit!"
Sally almost said, "In that case, let's get on with it," but something deep within her was holding back. Jason would have to prove to her that he was sincere in his desire for her, and not just using her to get back at Bill for whatever may have happened between the two of them in the Army.
But then, as his fingers inched their way nearer and nearer to her cunt, Sally no longer gave a shit what Jason might tell Bill. Let him really have something to brag about. Then, as his fingers grasped the vee of her snatch, Sally gave a little cry and threw her arms around Jason's neck.
Jason responded with the speed of lightning. He never knew Bill was married to such a hot piece of ass, and it surprised the shit out of him. His memories of Bill consisted mainly of Bill's priggish ways. How a prick like Bill could have convinced a warm-blooded woman like this to marry him was beyond his wildest imagination.
Sally felt Jason's strong arms enfold her and her heart began pounding loudly through the thinness of her gown. She could feel Jason's heart beating just as loudly, if not louder, through his own T-shirt and her blood began to boil. She wanted him to move swiftly, fuck her now before she had time to think about what she was doing. Later, maybe, they would have time for some long drawn-out lovemaking. But all that mattered to Sally at the moment was that Jason should get his cock inside her cunt as fast as possible.
In order to insure this, Sally pulled her nightgown over her head. Jason gaped down at her beautiful body. He saw her tits jutting proudly without any support and the pinkness of her nipples that just cried out to be licked and sucked. Fighting against his natural impulse to latch onto her jugs, he stood instead, and quickly stripped out of his clothes.
Now their inflamed bodies pressed nakedly together on the couch. Sally could feel the hairs on Jason's legs brush against her own smooth-shaven ones and she began rubbing her legs up and down on his. His cock was pressing into her stomach and it felt huge. Sally opened her eyes and saw his dick pointing straight towards her mouth.
Though she wanted ta feel that prick jamming lightly into her cunt, she couldn't resist bending her head down to his lap and taking a few sucks.
Jason closed his eyes and groaned. Her tongue felt like a million bucks to him and had he had a choice now between the cash and the tongue, he would have chosen the tongue.
"No," he told her, pulling her head gently off his cock. "Sally, please! I want to be inside you!" And he forced her back on the couch so that her hips were spread wide beneath him, just waiting for the entrance of his swollen cock. With the first shove, Sally gasped. She was so lubricated by her excitement, her cunt provided a slippery trail for Jason's cock to slide into and he was soon rutting in and out of her box rapidly.
"Oh!" Sally moaned. "Oh, Jason! Fuck me! Please fuck me faster!"
Jason didn't normally like to fuck too fast. He couldn't control his orgasm that way, but his excitement and desire for her was so great that he didn't care if he shot his entire wad right then and there. He began slamming back and forth so fast that Sally's teeth began rattling around in her head.
She pounded her heels high into the air, raking his back with hot nails, trying to get even deeper and closer to her, though this was impossible.
"That's it, honey!" Jason cried homely. "God, you're good!"
He loved it when a woman was willing to express her basest animal desires. This fucking Sally, he thought wildly to himself. She was a fucking beast!
It was true. If anyone had been watching them fucking on the couch, they would have been under the impression that Sally was trying to devour Jason. Her arms grasped at his body, her legs beat around his back, her cunt clutched at his cock feverishly.
Jason couldn't take it any longer. He was getting ready to shoot his fuck-sauce high into her snatch and nothing on the face of the earth could stop him now.
"I'm going to come!" he told her in a strained voice. "Oh, Sally! I'm going to come!"
And Sally felt the first unleashings of his hot cum shoot into her box and splash against her womb. It was soothing to her and it triggered off her own climax. Without any conscious effort on her part, her cunt went into violent contractions, squeezing and milking Jason's prick until he had no more to give her.
They lay panting on the couch, their bodies slippery with sweat, their heartbeats beginning to slow down as Jason's cock retreated. Sally gave him a fond hug and Jason returned the affectionate squeeze.
"Hey, honey," he murmured in her ear. "You're terrific!"
Sally smiled, pleased. Even if he did tell her husband what had happened, she no longer gave a shit. They had the whole evening to look forward to. An evening, she hoped, of sucking cock and getting her box eaten out. Maybe later they would fuck again!