Bill was on his way home. He had fucked his brains out at Fran's and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was get inside his own bed for a change and go to sleep.
By the time the cab left him off in front of his house, he was so bone-tired, he barely noticed how dark the house was. But as he fumbled for his keys, he also glanced at his watch and noticed that it was only ten-thirty. Strange, he thought to himself. Sally never usually went to bed before one o'clock, after the Carson show.
But he was too tired to analyze her behavior and let himself inside the house. It was quiet. So quiet he couldn't even hear the television. Maybe she wasn't even there, he thought to himself. Right now, he wouldn't have cared. He was too tired to fuck her and he assumed she would be horny as hell with him gone for the past few days. She would be all over him, he decided, pleading to suck his cock and begging for "just one fuck, honey". Well, tough shit, Bill thought. She'd just have to wait until his balls got into an uproar again.
He began climbing the stairs. More like trudging, he knew, but he didn't care. No man on earth could have gotten a hard-on after the sexual gymnastics Fran put him through. As it was, he was proud as shit that he had been able to survive her company at all!
He pushed open the door to his darkened bedroom. He could see a form on the bed and hear the contented breathing of his wife. Bill, in a rare moment of consideration, decided not to flip the light on. He knew how to undress himself in the dark. And, he was so tired, that it wouldn't even matter to him if he passed out with his clothes on. He stumbled towards the bed, feeling his way across the room with his hands outstretched. Finally his knees hit the edge of the bed and he sat down. Taking off his shoes and socks, he stood to undo his belt and drop his pants. That was when he saw another pair of shoes (or rather felt them) on the floor. He whirled around towards the form on the bed, hoping to catch Sally with someone. But no, she was sleeping alone, her breathing regular.
Then Bill remembered that he had given Jason permission to stay in their house. He was probably in the guest room downstairs. He hoped that Sally wasn't too annoyed that he had given Jason the key. He would straighten that out with her in the morning.
Stripping completely nude, Bill climbed into the bed next to his sleeping wife, careful not to disturb her.
Sally woke the minute Bill climbed in bed with her. But she was not about to reveal her true state of consciousness. Shit! she thought to herself. If she let him know she was awake, he'd be all over her like no tomorrow! Sally had had enough sex in the last couple of days to take care of her for a week. The last thing in the world she wanted now was Bill climbing all over her.
She lay in bed thinking, or rather cherishing, every moment she had spent with Jason. He was heads and tails above her husband as far as she was concerned. At least as a lover. The only thing that didn't turn her on too much was that Jason's line of work didn't have too much status attached to it. She had to face the fact that she was a snob. She would never forfeit her comfortable situation with Bill unless Mr. Superman came along. As far as she knew, Jason was the best fuck she had enjoyed in a long time, but he wasn't Mr. Superman.
She concentrated on making her breathing steady and slow, simulating sleep, though she was too excited to really be asleep. Earlier on, she had truly been tired. When Jason had insisted on carrying her to her bedroom, she had agreed, but was vehemently against his staying there with her.
Now, with Bill lying next to her, she was glad she had told Jason no on the sleeping-with-her-all night bit.
"But I want to hold you," he had insisted. "I want to wake up in the morning and see your face."
She had been flattered by his remarks, as anyone would have, but in the back of her mind was the very real possibility that Bill, the unpredictable, might pop in to try to catch her. She knew this was silly thinking on her part, and that it was only her guilt that made her entertain such thoughts. But now, with Bill snoring next to her, she thanked her lucky stars that she had insisted Jason return to the guest room downstairs.
All she could hope for was that Bill would be gone by the time she awoke the next morning. He no longer expected her to rise with him at the crack of dawn and have breakfast with him. She used to, but that was early in their marriage. Once they had established a pattern of sorts, Sally allowed herself the luxury of sleeping late. What with her sexual activities during the day, she needed all the rest she could get.
But when Sally woke the next morning, Bill was downstairs in the kitchen. She guessed he wanted to talk with Jason before splitting with Lisa's husband for the city.
"Hello, honey," she said automatically as he fussed with the coffee pot. "How was your trip?"
Bill turned quickly at the sound of his wife's voice. He felt so guilty about his affair with Fran, it was his intention to make his wife her breakfast before going in to work.
"Just great, sweetheart!" he told her, trying to muster up a hearty tone to his voice. It was awfully early for Bill to feel hearty, but he was trying!
"I'm glad," Sally said, sitting down in the breakfast nook and waiting for the coffee to perk.
"Did Jason get here?" Bill asked guardedly, remembering the shoes in the bedroom. They could have been his shoes; in fact, he thought they probably were, but he had forgotten to check them when he awoke.
"Yeah," Sally said, feigning disinterest. "I saw him last night."
"I hope you two are getting along," Bill said. "Em sorry to spring him wi you like this, honey. But I ran across him in Ohio and he was desperate for a place to stay while he was looking for work."
"Yeah, I know," Sally said. "He told me all about it."
Just then Jason walked into the kitchen. Sally tried hard to disguise the catch in her throat and the shortness of breath that overtook her when she saw him.
"Good morning, Jason," she said. "Did you deep well?"
Jason yawned and stretched. Then his mouth creased into a wonderful grin.
"Can't remember sleeping better in my life," he said. "How about you?"
This exchange didn't go unnoticed by Bill, but he interpreted it differently than it really was.
The two men chatted for a bit, exhorting the latest data on each other's lives.
"Well, I'm off," Bill said at long last. "Hope you two can entertain each other until I come back for dinner tonight."
He went over to Sally and gave her a light peck on her cheek. "Take care," he said automatically. "If I'm late, I'll give you a call."
He suspected that Fran would be after his ass to have dinner with him.
"The meeting was excellent," he said. "I may be asked to stay late. I don't know, but I'll call you."
Sally could hardly wait until her husband was out of the house.
"Have a good day," she chimed. Jason shook his hand and said something about maybe barbecuing that evening.
"I'll get the stuff," he told Bill. "Just get your ass back here."
Once Bill had driven out of the driveway, the two lovers turned to each other. For Sally it was a relief to not worry where her fuck would be coming from that day. He was standing here, right in front of her.
"Okay, honey," Jason said, "now it's just you and me, babe!"
Sally smiled. "What about your job?" she asked him. "Aren't you going to look into it?"
"Sure," Jason said easily. "I can make a phone call. But all I want to do that now is be next to you. We started a lot of shit last night we didn't get a chance to finish!"
That was true, in a way. Both of them wanted to fuck their brains out, but Sally had a suspicion that Bill might return. She had a hard time convincing Jason of this, but as it was, she was proven right. She was only grateful they hadn't been caught when Bill returned. Had he came home only an hour earlier, he would have been greeted with a sight that would have sent him flying into the divorce, courts.
Jason was moving towards Sally now. She stood still, her legs braced, ready to greet him. This was the way to have someone wake her up in the morning! She said nothing, but stared at him; their eyes locked, each knowing what the other wanted more than anything in the world.
Sally liked everything she knew about Jason. Granted she didn't know that much, but what he had shown her so far was just fine with her. He had the physical beauty and athletic stamina that were so important to her. Plus although he worked at manual labor, he was far from a dummy. Sally had learned the hard way that a man is a man is a man. Though she wasn't quite at the point where she would forfeit Bill's position, and therefore hers, she still was toying with the idea that Jason was more her ideal mate than Bill could ever hope to be.
"Mmmmm!" Jason was saying, "I can still taste your cunt on my lips!"
Sally felt her clit jump, hearing this kind of talk.
"And I can still taste your cum," she responded.
Neither one was willing to make the move closer to the other.
"I liked the way your cunt tasted," Jason told her. "I'd like second helping."
Sally grinned.
"Come and get 'em!" she told him.
She never expected this innocent remark, to unleash the kind of furious attack that Jason assaulted her with now! He seemed to be all over her at once! His mouth crushed down on hers, his cock rammed into her stomach, his arms closed around her back. Sally felt as though she might suffocate.
"You fucking little cunt!" he hissed in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you cry for mercy!"
Sally's heart raced. Good! she thought. That was what she wanted more than anything in the world.
To be fucked and sucked until she fucking passed out! She couldn't believe that any other woman was as lucky as she was! Betty Freidan was all wet!
Her mouth was at his ear now. "What you want, lover?" she teased, grinding her body against his massive frame.
"You know what I want, you little cunt," Jason told her.
"No I don't!" she protested in mock surprise.
"Maybe you want this!" Jason said, grabbing his cock and ramming it against the fabric of her robe. "Take that Goddamn thing off! I want to feel a woman next to me. Not a piece of cloth!"
"Take it off yourself!" Sally countered. She was enjoying herself more than she could remember. Certainly this was one of her better mornings!
Jason didn't have to be asked twice to remove her robe. He did so in one fell swoop. But before he moved upon her, he couldn't help but pause to admire her body. It was truly a work of art. He knew that someday she would be old and wrinkled, and the miracle was that today, while he held her in his arms, she was a vibrant young woman, ripe and ready to receive his cock.
If people only knew how temporary everything was, he thought to himself, they wouldn't make it so hard! Why not seize the day, like the philosophers advised? He certainly did. Though Jason worked in construction, he had had enough college to heighten his appreciation and perception of things. Especially something like Sally! It wasn't true that he saw her as simply an object for his desires. He could appreciate the fact that she was a woman.
It was just that fact that made Sally respond to him, also. If only! she thought to herself. If only Bill would divorce me and I would marry Jason. What on earth would my future be like? Certainly no more one-night stands! But maybe I wouldn't need them any more. Maybe it's only because I'm married to a clod like Bill, I have to fuck around on the side. Actually, Sally believed in her heart that she was a one-man, woman. She knew people who reviewed her record of indiscriminate fucks would laugh in her face, but in her heart she felt that all she really needed was a compatible man.
Now Jason was moving towards her tits, taking them one at a time and suckling them, making the nipples pop out prominent and proud with the stimulation.
Sally felt her clit begin to twitch when Jason sucked her nipples. She wondered if there was a connecting nerve that ran from her tits to her cunt and decided there definitely was.
Now Jason was dropping to his knees, digging his thick tongue into her belly button, prior to lowering it to her bush. Sally stood very still, her head toad back, her eyes closed, her hands resting lightly on Jason's head.
Jason knelt in front of her, his eyes also closed.
He could taste the scent of her clean flesh and he wanted to gobble all of her up inside him. His cock was nosing out from between his legs, throbbing with hot blood.
Sally took both her hands and spread the lips of her cunt wide apart so that Jason would have no trouble digging in there with his tongue and sucking her off.
Jason saw the large clit alert and distinct in the folds of her pink cunt. It looked like a tiny cock to him, but he took it between his lips and sucked and licked it anyway.
Sally almost buckled when she felt his experienced tongue flicking in and out on her cunt. He seemed to have a technique that was so superlative she wondered where on earth he had learned to suck pussy. Maybe it wasn't something that was taught; maybe it was a natural gift, like being a talented diver or something. Whatever it was, Jason's tongue lashed in and out of her pussy, driving her to newer and higher heights of ecstasy.
"Oh!" she cried, no longer worried about being married to Bill. No longer even thinking about the fact that she was essentially nothing more than a suburban housewife. This was what she was: a woman highly, attuned to pleasure, and Jason was only there to confirm it!
Jason was getting into licking and sucking her pussy so much, she wondered if he wanted her to suck off his cock as well. But as he made no moves in this direction, Sally contented herself with the fact that she was the receiver of pleasure instead of the active giver.
But no sooner had these thoughts crossed her mind than Jason arose from his kneeling position and tried to force her down on her knees to receive his cock.
"Come on," he insisted. "Suck me, will you, baby?"
Sally knew of no way to refuse his request and she gladly sank to her knees, fumbling for his cock. It wasn't hard to find. There was one thing in life that Sally appreciated (aside from getting her cunt eaten out), and that was a magnificent cock. Well, Jason had one. She seized it greedily and began using all the techniques she had perfected over five or six years of cock-sucking.
"Wow!" Jason allowed himself to say. "That feels so good!"
Sally was trying to show Jason how much she enjoyed the way he had eaten her out by doing a terrific job of blowing him.
She sucked his balls, rolling them on her tongue, digging her lips into the hairy patches of his puckered pouches, trying to suck him dry from his nuts, instead of waiting to receive his cum from his prick.
"Suck my cock!" Jason urged, not because he didn't enjoy her sucking his balls, but because he feared that he might shoot his jizz any second now and he wanted it deep into her throat, if not her cunt.
Sally switched her attentions to the shaft of his cock which was deserving of quite a bit of attention. To begin with, it was one of the most unusual cocks she had ever seen. It curved upwards, but she attributed this to the fact that it was so long it had no other place to go. Nonetheless, she took it into her mouth and began sticking her tongue into the tiny piss slit.
This was something Jason could hardly bear. To him, a chick that would lick and suck where he pissed had to be a fucking animal in her desires! He began grunting and moaning as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth at a speed that verged on excessive.
"That's it!" he cried. "Right there! Oh, Sally! You're the fucking best!"
Sally thought that all men sounded essentially the same, but this didn't bother her. She knew she was doing a good job. All she wanted now, more than feeling his stiff prick shoved up her throbbing cunt, was the taste of his jizz.
"Oh!" Jason cried again. "I think I'm going to come!"
Sally kept up her expert licking and sucking on his cock.
"I am going to come!" Jason croaked again, a mixture of wonder and joy in his voice.
Come! Sally wanted to shout, but she was too busy sucking his cock to bother.
No sooner had she thought that than Jason began unleashing his hot fuck-sauce into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and Sally began gulping away, trying to swallow it all, lest she drown. When she had taken all of his jizz into her system, she felt his cock wither and grow smaller in her mouth. Only then did she release it. Jason reached for her by drawing her up by her armpits.
"That was wonderful, baby," he told her, planting a big juicy kiss on her lips. "I loved it!"
"I'm glad," Sally told him, not lying at all, but appreciative of the fact that he didn't hide his pleasure from her. She could always get off later, she knew.
She and Jason kind of staggered to the breakfast nook and were sitting there when the phone rang.
Sally knew that it was probably Lisa, but she didn't know how Jason would feel about the fact that she and Lisa often got it on together. If he could accept this, they would surely be able to have a relationship together.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Lisa. How's it going?"
"You're not going to believe this," came Lisa's breathless voice, "but Bill told my husband today that he's having an affair with a copywriter on his account."
Sally had to pause over this information. She had never considered Bill a very sexual human being, and the fact that he had gone outside his marriage for satisfaction while she was supposedly left with none at all infuriated her.
"No shit?" she asked, insisting on all the details. Lisa was only too happy to fill her in, and Sally listened, her face a stone mask to the gossip that Lisa was passing on.
"You want to divorce that prick?" Lisa finished. "Now is a good chance!"
Sally wasn't sure a divorce was the answer, but she sure as slit was cheered to hear that Bill was fucking around on her. She no longer had to feel any guilt over the numbers she had been lying down on him, without his knowledge.
"Can I come over?" Lisa finished. "I hate to talk on the phone."
Sally glanced quickly at Jason. "Okay," she said slowly. "I guess it will be all right."
She didn't bother telling her that Jason was visiting them. It might be more interesting this way.
"Give me five," Lisa asked, and hung up.
"Who was that?" Jason wanted to know.
Sally quickly explained it was Lisa, though she neglected to leave out the details.
While the two of them were recuperating from their sexual encounter, Lisa arrived in a blaze of bountiful goodwill.
"Hi!" Lisa cried, entering the kitchen. "Well!" she exclaimed upon seeing Jason. "Who's this?"
Sally quickly introduced the two of them.
Lisa flashed a smile at Jason. "You're in luck," she told Sally openly. "This one looks like a winner."
Sally didn't know whether to smack Lisa or kiss her. She just didn't want Lisa's comments on her new lover. But Lisa, effervescent and bubbling with her news, could hardly be put off by Sally's reticence.
"Did you have a good time on Fire Island the other day?" she blurted. "Wasn't Ralph cute?"
Ralph? Sally thought. After Jason, it was hard for her to remember any Ralph!
"Yeah," she said, trying to warn Lisa by her attitude to cool it. "He was all right."
"He called me the other day," Lisa volunteered. "Wanted your number. I gave it to him. Guess hell be calling you any day now."
Great, Sally thought. Just what she needed, Ralph calling her!
"Hey, look," Jason said. "Why don't you two girls chat over all your news, and I'll be right down. After I take my second shower!" And he winked at Sally.
"Where did you find him?" Lisa wanted to know.
Sally sighed. There was no use in holding anything back from Lisa. After all, prior to this morning, Lisa was her most important friend. She launched into a big description about the whole thing and when she had finished, Lisa whistled. "Heavy!" she declared. "Really heavy!"
She watched Sally's reaction. "Hey," she cheered, "why don't you perk up? Look, honey, I've kind of missed you myself."
Sally wondered how Lisa could have possibly missed her when she had just spent the last day with her, but she had no need or urge to argue.
"Look," she said. "What's happening now could make a great difference in my life and I have to have time to think about it. Okay?"
"Okay!" Lisa was quick to agree. But Sally saw the hurt in her eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry," she said. "You and I have had a lot of good times together. Gosh, I'll never forget how we ate each other so many times when we were lonely, and believe me, it meant a lot. But this is different. Do you know what I mean?"
Lisa nodded solemnly. "Yes," she told her friend. "I know what you mean. But I'm not sure what you're so up-tight about. After all, it's Bill who's confessed his affair with Fran. Not you and Jason who've spilled the beans."
Sally laughed. "You're right," she told her friend. "But I still have to think about this whole thing. Okay?"
Just then Jason reappeared in the room. "So this is Lisa?" he asked, making it sound as though he and Sally had done nothing more than sit around all day discussing their relationship.
"That's her!" Sally crowed. "What do you think about that?"
"Pd like to see the two of you get it on, as a matter of fact," Jason said easily. "I can't really believe it's never happened before. But this time I'd like to see it myself!"
Sally looked at Lisa. She was stunned by Jason's perception of their friendship.
"What makes you think I'd be interested?" she wanted to know.