When John awakened at six, Eva was sprawled nude, half on the bed, half off. He looked at her with distaste and went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water in the shower. Exactly eleven minutes later, he left the suite. He had hot tea and unbuttered toast in the coffee shop and then went directly to the stables. As he crossed the courtyard, he saw Roxanne waiting for him. She smiled and waved.
John had learned a great deal about Roxanne DeWinter in the past three days. She was forty-one years old and a widow. She married Abraham DeWinter when she was twenty-two and he was sixty-seven. He died of a stroke at eighty-four, leaving her a wealthy woman. It had been a good marriage as May-December marriages go, and since Abraham had been active up to the end, her sexual contacts outside her marriage had been few, yet she wasn't the frustrated widow she led John to believe. She had a seventeen-year-old son who was a robust, sexually advanced boy. He called his mother Roxy and she called him Ronny darling.
Roxy was quite the opposite of Eva, with dark brown hair, flashing brown eyes, and a chubby face with deep dimples in both cheeks. Her body, naturally, was much fuller than Eva's, though it was apparent that Eva would be built much the same when she reached her forties.
John was first attracted to her by her skill on the tennis court, and then her talent for bridge. He completely ignored his wife that night in bed. The next day, Roxy proved an excellent horseman and that afternoon she almost beat John at golf. Eva tagged close behind, seething with jealousy. At bridge that night, she let her knee slip between his thighs under the table and it excited him so that he forgot about his young bride. He fantasized about Roxy the whole sleepless night.
On the third day, Eva wasn't so persistent in keeping up, and he kissed Roxy for the first time. It was in the rough on the fourth hole; they were looking for Eva's ball. Roxy melted her lush body against him and gladly let him kiss her. They played footsie through the whole bridge game that night.
John felt the stirrings of illicit passion in his loins as he crossed the sunny courtyard. She was a magnificent-looking woman.
"Where is little Eva this morning?" Roxy said, when he came up to her.
"She got drunk again last night. She won't be going with us," he answered.
"I'm glad," she purred, stepping in close to him. Her hands came up to the side of his head and pulled his face down to hers. After a long, hard kiss, she pulled back. "My late husband drank a good deal, too," she said.
John felt the blood pounding in his temples, and he was glad that Eva was up on the bed drunk. The drunker the better. He slipped his arm around her waist and directed her into the stables. "Let's get our horses and go," he said.
Roxanne was wearing skin-tight riding breeches and a white, long-sleeved blouse that was open at the neck where she wore a red silk scarf. Her large tits bulged against the white material, the nipples sticking out like little knobs.
"I felt naughty this morning and didn't wear a brassiere," she said.
"Yes, I noticed," he said.
"Do you like me this way?"
"You can't imagine how much." His hand had moved up until it was against the bottom of her heavy tit. He turned her to him and kissed her again. Her mouth was open this time, and his tongue moved in as if it belonged there.
"Oh, John," she moaned, "I wish I had met you before Eva."
"I do too," he gulped. He could feel her pussy mashing against his hard-on. He gripped her ass in his hands and pulled her tighter.
She moved her belly back and forth against him, exciting him even more. As they hunched and kissed, she moved him backwards towards an open stall; she didn't bother to push the door closed.
There was a horse blanket conveniently spread across a pile of straw and she pushed him over backwards and came down on top of him. She straddled him lewdly and started dry humping, her mouth covering his. She knew he would play hell getting her breeches off, and it excited her. She enjoyed it when a man had to work to get at her pussy.
"I think I love you, John," she said. "The catch and zipper is on the side."
"Oh, Jesus!" John said, his hand groping. He got the catch open and fumbled clumsily at the zipper, finally working it all the way down. She kept humping against him as he tried to push the breeches down her wide hips.
"Hurry, John, hurry," she gasped. "I need you so bad."
He was sweating profusely when he finally got them halfway down her thighs. He gripped the cheeks of her generous ass, his fingers sliding into the deep cleft and almost accidentally probing at her tight, puckered asshole.
"Oh, God, that feels good. I never wear panties under riding pants. The coarse material feels so good against my cunt when I'm on horseback. I can actually come that way. I'll raise up so you can get unzipped and take your prick out."
"Oh, Jesus." John said, fumbling at his fly. He got it out, but it wouldn't go between her thighs they were pressed together so tightly by the pants.
"You'll have to take them off," she said, rolling off him onto her back.
He got to his knees and tugged at her pants. "You'll have to take my boots of first, darling," she said. He got her boots off and then finally her riding pants. She spread her legs open and placed a hand on each fat thigh. "Kiss it, honey," she said.
John looked at the great hairy gash and hesitated.
"Well, at least take your pants down and put something in it," she demanded.
He got his pants down to his knees and dropped on top of her. She found him with her hand and guided his cock into the wet, hairy mass between her thighs. Her cuntlips opened and sucked his cock inside.
A squat, ugly young man stood at the door to the stall watching, his massive cock sticking from his dirty jeans. He grinned and wrapped his hand around his prick and stroked the thick foreskin off the huge, bulbous head. He knew that John Richardson would get it good; the widow DeWinter was one fine fuck. He knew because he had fucked her here in this same stall the day that John and his bride had arrived and then again each night after the bridge game had ended.
Roxy gasped with pleasure as John's cock pushed in to the hilt. "Ooooh, it's been so long, darling, so long since I've had this." Her thighs came up against his hips as she locked her ankles behind his back. "Get it all in… I need it, I need it!"
Her cunt closed like a vise around his cock and he knew he couldn't last long. He felt cum rising from his balls like a garden hose filling with water.
"Not yet… not yet!" Roxy gasped, driving her cunt up to meet his insipid thrusts. But it was too late, John's cock was spurting jizz in gobs of saved-up lust.
She moaned with despair when he pulled out and his cock shriveled to nothing before her eyes.
"We'd better leave separately." John said, getting to his feet and adjusting his trousers. "We wouldn't want to be seen."
"Of course not." Roxy said, her cunt aching with desire. "Light me a cigarette before you go."
John lit a cigarette and stepped over and put it in her waiting fingers. And then he was gone. Roxy sighed and drew deeply on her cigarette.
She lay with her legs open and inviting, her mouth on the cigarette, when the ugly youth reappeared. His cock still hung from his open pants. It was easily ten inches long and not completely erect.
Roxy looked up at him and smiled. "Come in and close the door behind you," she said. "How long have you been watching?"
"For a while," he said, and giggled foolishly.
"Come here and kiss me, darling," she said, raising her knees and spreading the lips of her cunt with her fingers. "You're not afraid to kiss my cunt, are you?"
He came to her and kneeled between her legs. His ugly, pimple covered face lowered into her crotch. It was pungent and oozing John's cum.
"Eat my cunt, Donny, suck the rich man's jizz out of my pussy and make me come," she cried hoarsely.
"Eat the rich man's jizz." Donny said, and pressed his mouth to her cunt. His tongue was thick and rough as it pushed up into her hole and one of his fat fingers had already found her asshole.
Roxy grunted with animal pleasure, holding him tightly by the ears as he ate her out. She came very hard and pushed his head away. "Now use that magnificent cock on me!" she pleaded.
Donny got to his feet. "Have to piss first," he said. He stood where she could watch and peed until there was a large puddle, then he pulled at his cock until it stretched out to an unbelievable twelve inches. It jutted from his grimy jeans like an obscene club, its huge glans, bloated and purple, still half-sheathed in the thick foreskin.
"Lay down on me, Donny. Get it in quick… I need it!" Roxy cried, her eyes fixed on the huge column.
"Rich man not very good?" Donny asked.
"Rich man terrible, a bum fuck. Now do it like it's supposed to be done."
The ugly boy came down on top of her and pressed his fat lips to her mouth. She opened slightly and his coarse tongue rolled inside. Her hands grabbed at his monstrous cock, pressing the huge knob to her cunt. He hunched roughly and she squealed with pain and pleasure as her cuntlips gaped open and peeled back his foreskin.
"My God, you must be bigger than the horses you tend," she gasped when eight inches had been imbedded inside her.
"Big mare in next stall think so." Donny grunted hunching for more penetration.
"Not really?" Roxy cried.
"Really."
"You've got to let me watch… ooh, that hurts!"
"Can't. Wrong time of month. Mare won't let me." He was pushing in the last two inches.
Roxy's legs splayed further apart. "Oh, Jesus, Donny… I think I can take it all this time. God, but it's good! Push it all in!" She felt the cold, sharp metal of his zipper and knew she had the whole foot inside her.
Donny liked it when he could get it all in. Most women couldn't take it all. He had better than nine inches when he was fourteen and had been fucking grown women since he was ten.
Roxy lay beneath him moaning, tears running from her eyes. After the second orgasm she had lost count, going into a daze of sexual bliss, one massive orgasm that didn't seem to end. She slipped slowly from reality, her body loose, yet still lifting to meet each thrust.
"Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come." Donny chanted, drawing part way out and then slamming back in. He felt the massive load of jizz swell his prick and yanked out, and with the expertise of practice, guided his cock to her face where he squirted gob after gob of his thick, pasty slime over her lips. Her lips opened and he pressed his cock in and jacked off until he was dry.
The brutish boy stood and grinned at the job he had done, his teeth spaced like a picket fence. He grasped his cock and stretched the foreskin back into place, wiping the ooze with his hand and then onto his pants. He left the stall, stuffing his monstrous organ back into his pants.
Roxy roused from her stupor, her cunt still twitching, and struggled back into her skin-tight riding pants. Her pussy was sore. A hot tub and a gin and tonic were in order.
Eva was still in bed when John returned. He decided he really hadn't enjoyed it with Roxy like he thought he would. It had been too quick, and she had been too aggressive, and the pangs of guilt gnawed at him. He felt even worse after he got Eva up and watched her bent over the stool. She was a very sick girl.
It was almost noon when he got her dressed and down to the coffee shop when he forced her to eat a soft boiled egg and drink several cups of black coffee. It didn't seem to help. She still felt terrible.
Roxy saw them in the coffee shop. The bath had done wonders; she felt marvelous. "You look terrible, Eva," she said. "What you need is a drink."
"My God, Roxy, that's what's the matter with her now! Too much to drink." John exclaimed.
"Sometimes a little hair of the dog is the only remedy." She took Eva by the arm. "Come along, Eva, Roxy will make you feel better."
Eva wobbled to her feet and followed Roxy into the bar. She was too sick to do anything else.
The bar was deserted. Roxy pushed Eva into a booth and ordered her a double shot. Eva gagged and almost threw up, but she got it down. She was working on her second one when John arrived.
"Slide in here beside me, John." Roxy said.
He slid in, a worried look on his face. "Is she going to be okay?"
"She'll be fine." Roxy said. She half-turned and put her mouth against John's. Her tongue glided into his mouth.
He jerked back. "Roxy, don't. Not in front of…" His voice trailed off.
Roxy dropped her hand under the table and put it on John's knee, inching upwards until her palm rested softly on his cock. An hour ago, she thought she had had enough for one day, but it was terribly exciting to make a play for John with his sick little bride watching. She pulled his hand down under her skirt onto her bare thigh.
John puffed back at first, but then relaxed and let her push it up her thigh to her crotch. She hadn't worn panties and her legs opened.
"Play with me," she whispered, "but be gentle, I'm a little sore. You're so big down there."
John felt a stupid pride as his male ego swelled. He massaged her softly, probing at her hairy hole. He soon had two fingers deep in her cunt, his guilt forgotten. Roxy smiled with pleasure, moaning softly, while Eva, oblivious to it all, nursed at her third whiskey.
"I have an idea. Let's all go swimming, it's such a nice day," Roxy said, leaning back and enjoying John's fingers in her cunt.
"Oh, I don't think so. Eva feels so bad." John said.
"I'm feeling better." Eva said, looking up from the table. "Yes, I think I'd like to go swimming."
They went to their respective suites to get ready. John was in his trunks, getting the towels when Roxy came in. She came right in the bedroom. She was wearing a tiny white bikini that covered nothing but her big brown nipples and most of her pussy hair, the rest of which crept out around the edges. She had a marvelous tan. Her body was so full that it was breathtaking, yet not bulgy and hanging with loose fat. Everything, as much as it was, seemed to be necessary. Her long brown hair flowed to the middle of her back. Her huge tits bulged and flopped and looked like they would pull her over onto her face.
She approached John and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, darling," she said.
"Eva will be out of the bathroom in a minute." John said.
"Kiss me," she said again.
He kissed her hard on the mouth, and before he knew what she was doing, her hand was inside his trunks. She grasped his cock and thrilled at the feel of it swelling in her hand.
Eva came out of the bathroom. "Oh," she said softly.
John jerked back, pulling her hand from his trunks. He turned away and pushed his cock back in place. Eva wasn't looking at John, though. Her eyes were on Roxy.
"God, you look sexy," she said.
"You're not too bad yourself." Roxy said with a smile.
Eva's bikini was red, and if it didn't reveal as much as Roxy's, it was only because there wasn't as much to reveal.
"Let's go." Roxy said, taking John's hand.
Eva quickly took his other hand.
They found a table at poolside and Roxy and John sat down. "I'm going in." Eva cried and raced for the pool.
"I hoped you would." Roxy said.
"I hate the water and I don't swim very well." John said. "I'm staying right here."
"I hoped you would." Roxy said.
The waiter came by the table and Roxy ordered martinis for everyone.
"You'd better slow it down, Roxy. Eva will get drunk again," John said.
"Yes," Roxy answered. "Very drunk, I hope."
John realized what she was doing and gave her a strange look, yet he didn't change the order.
"Eva seems to be having such a good time in the water, why don't we go for a walk?" Roxy said.
"I'm afraid it would be a little too obvious."
"More obvious than this?" Roxy said, leaning forward and putting her hand on his crotch.
"My God, Roxy, not in public." John cried.
She pulled her chair closer and pushed a finger inside the leg band of his trunks. "I'd let you fuck me right here and now if you wanted to," she said huskily.
She didn't remove her finger when Eva came up, dripping wet. Eva glanced quickly, noticing both the finger and the bulge in her husband's trunks. She diverted her eyes to the martini on the table. "For me?" she asked, and lifted it to her lips. "I'm going back in," she said when the glass was empty. "A couple of boys found a pair of swim suits on the bottom of the pool."
"How did they get there?" John asked.
"Looks like someone took a midnight swim, or something. One was a boy's suit, the other a girl's." Eva answered, her eyes sparkling.
"Right here in the pool?" Roxy said, her finger curling down under John's cool balls. "It's terrible what some people will do."
"Order me another drink. I'm going back in to see if they find anything else." Eva said. She knew they wouldn't, but it was embarrassing to stand there while Roxy tickled her husband's cock with her finger. She plunged back into the water.
Roxy waved at the waiter with her free hand.
John moved back, pulling her finger from his trunks. "Roxy, you've got to stop that."
"I wish you'd let me take it out right here."
"Well, I won't." John said.
"If you would, I'd get down on my hands and knees and suck it."
The waiter had arrived and John turned red. Roxy looked up and said, "Another martini, please." She smiled, and put her hand back on John's crotch. "Just one," she added.
The waiter walked away unruffled. He had watched the decadent rich play their perverted games many times before. His cock bulged hard against his pants.
When Eva returned, John had scooted his chair away from Roxy's. "Let's go and get dressed," he said.
"I have a full drink." Eva said, taking the glass in both hands.
"Well, then, drink it. I'll get sunburned if I stay any longer," he snapped.
Eva poured the drink down and took John's hand. "Okay, let's go," she said. "I feel great now, and I'm starved. I want to take a shower and then we can have lunch."
Roxy got up and took John's other hand. "I'll come up with you while you change," she said.
John opened the door and Eva went to the bedroom. Roxy stopped and took John's arm, pulling him around to face her. He stiffened for a moment, then stepped close to kiss her.
"Wait," she said, stepping back, and pushed the straps off her shoulders. Her huge tits were bare when she stepped close and pressed them against his hairy chest.
"Roxy, don't! Eva will suspect something," he said stupidly.
"Kiss me, John."
While her tongue slid into his open mouth, she put her thumbs inside his trunks and pushed downward.
"Roxy! We can't… not now… not here," he gasped. His cock was already sticking straight out, his trunks bunched just below his balls.
"Just let me feel it." Roxy whispered, her hand already manipulating the foreskin.
Her other hand undid the tie at the side of her bikini. It came loose and went quickly to her ankles. She spread her legs for an instant and then closed her fat thighs around his hard cock.
"We're standing in the hall… we haven't time…"
"I know, darling, but it will make it better for later, after Eva is good and drunk."
"Roxy, Roxy," John gasped, feeling his cock brush against her pussylips.
"We'll get her bombed and then have the whole night to ourselves while she sleeps it off."
"Yes, God yes." John gasped, nuzzling his hard cock in the thick, wet hair.
Roxy grasped his cock. "Put it in, just a little," she moaned. She already had it in, just a little; she wanted a little more.
John pushed her against the door and grasped an ass cheek in each hand and gave her a little more. With her arms locked around his neck, she lifted herself and hooked her feet behind his calves, splaying her cunt.
"Fuck me, John, fuck me!" she screamed, hunching against him. John closed his eyes and sighed. It was wonderful the way her cunt pulled his foreskin all the way up when she lifted, and the way it peeled it back down when she let her weight push him to the hilt.
"You don't have to hold back. I'll come quick like this." Roxy said, gasping for breath.
"I couldn't hold back, anyway." John snorted. Roxy was almost there when they heard Eva's voice calling from the bedroom. "Oh, my God." John said, and jerked backwards, pulling his prick from her sucking pussy. He pulled up on his trunks and dashed for the bedroom.
Roxy gasped for air, her face, a mask of disappointment and hatred. "Run, you, chicken shit bastard," she snarled at his retreating ass.
When John rushed into the bedroom, Eva was just pulling the pants to her pant suit up her legs. She wore no panties and the dark patch of hair was almost visible through the white slacks. She giggled, "Don't want a panty line to show." Then she looked at John. "You're still in your trunks."
"Uh, yes," he said, "go and have a drink. I'll be right out."
Eva checked herself in the mirror and stepped into the living room. She stopped, a gasp on her lips. Roxy was sitting in a chair facing the door. She had pulled the tiny top to her bikini back into place, but the bottom was still out in the hall, and she sat with her legs pulled up, her hand between her legs. The thick hair spilled between her fingers as she jacked off.
Eva stood watching, her mouth hinging open. Roxy looked up, her breathing hard and fast. "Can I get you a drink, Eva?" she said without stopping her hand.
Eva was dumbfounded, still she said calmly, "You seem to be busy. I'll get you one." She went to the bar and half-filled two glasses with whiskey.
Roxy got up from the chair and went behind the bar. "You're sweet," she said, taking the glass. Then she put her mouth to Eva's and kissed her lightly. "And you're a beautiful child."
"You're – you're beautiful, too." Eva said, not sure how she felt. She tingled, she knew that.
Roxy kissed her again, harder this time, and took Eva's soft hand and pressed it to her cunt. Eva bit her lip, but didn't pull back. "Feel it, darling, it's all excited." Roxy said.
"John won't approve of this." Eva said softly, her fingers timidly feeling the wet hair.
"Probably not but do it anyway. He's in another room."
Eva closed her eyes and put the glass to her lips while her hand slid through Roxy's hair into the deep groove between her pussy lips. Eva had never felt another woman's cunt before, and it was exciting. When Eva put her glass on the bar, she already had one finger pushed into Roxy's wet, slippery hole.
Roxy bowed her legs and gripped the bar with one hand. "You sweet, adorable child," she hissed. "Finger-fuck me! Make me come!"
Eva felt her own lust rising and her clit tingle and harden. "Reach into my slacks and feel me, too, and I will," she gasped, thrusting a second finger inside Roxy.
Roxy thrust her hand inside Eva's slacks. She moved through the hair and found the slit wet. She moved into her cunt and found it slippery. The two women stood grunting, hunching against the other's hand, finger-fucking like the wantons they were.
"I got John's prick where your fingers are while you were taking your shower." Roxy said.
Eva's eyes were closed. She was already getting close and, in her condition, didn't really give a damn about John.
"We were still in the hall, and he had it all the way in," Roxy gasped, heaving her hips against Eva's fucking fingers. "You called out and he jerked out and went running. He didn't come… neither did I." She had her eyes closed too, and was panting.
"He's my husband, he loves me." Eva said. "Ooooh, Roxy, I'm coming! It's GOOD, good, good!"
The two women embraced and kissed, hard and long. "Me too, me too!" Roxy mumbled. They quivered and melted into one, each with two fingers buried in the other's cunt.
When the thrill had passed, Roxy backed away and said, "I'd better get the rest of my suit on. John will be out any minute." Her face was flushed and she was still short of breath.
Eva watched Roxy's plump ass wag as she raced for the door. Her fingers came to her nose and she sniffed. Almost unconsciously, she slipped the fingers into her mouth, sucking the pungent juice. She was still very excited and picked up her glass and drained it.
When John stepped from the bedroom in white slacks and blue blazer, Eva was sitting in a chair, another drink in hand. Roxy stood behind the chair, gently massaging Eva's shoulders.
"You two go and eat. I'll dress and meet you in the dining room." Roxy said.
By the time Roxy joined them, they had finished lunch and were in the bar. John saw her enter and ordered three fresh drinks. The lunch had sobered Eva, but John ordered every time she emptied her glass and she built up a head of steam fast. They spent the rest of the afternoon in the bar, and John was a little high himself.
"My God, she holds a lot of booze." Roxy whispered.
"We'd better get her upstairs. She's really loaded." John said. He had a little trouble getting to his feet.
"You better slow down, John." Roxy said.
Eva was really plastered and they had to all but carry her. Her eyes were glazed and half closed, and she mumbled incoherently. John was puffing breathlessly when they finally tumbled her into a large chair.
"Kiss me, John." Roxy cried, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Not here, not in front of Eva."
"She's out of it, honey. She'll never know. I've wanted you all afternoon."
They kissed hard, their tongues mingling wetly. John felt woozy. He felt Roxy's hand at his fly. His cock slid from his pants into her hand.
"John, I want you to fuck me right here in front of Eva." Roxy cried.
"No, no, not in front of Eva." John gasped.
"Yes, yes, in front of Eva!" Roxy pushed him backwards and he went over onto the floor. She was on top of him instantly, a leg on each side of his hips. She lifted her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. John moaned helplessly as she pushed his cock into her cunt.
Roxy knew she would come this time. She always came quick when she was on top. She rammed herself onto his cock, wondering why the more she got, the more she wanted. It was a quick come and not too satisfying. She knew she would need more.
She left John lying on his back, his hard cock waving in the air, and went on hands and knees to where Eva was slouched. "Did you see it, Eva? Did you see John's prick in my cunt?"
Eva's eyes popped open. "Saw't," she snorted. Her eyes closed again.
"Did it make you jealous?" Roxy asked.
Eva's eyes remained closed. "Need drinkee."
"I'll get you one." Roxy said, getting to her feet.
She brought a glass of whiskey and pressed it into Eva's limp hand, then she knelt again and slowly peeled Eva's slacks down her legs. She pushed Eva's legs apart and lowered her head to her crotch.
"Ooooh." Eva moaned as Roxy's tongue glided into her cunt, and dropped the glass of whiskey. She hunched against the tongue fucking her cunt, mumbled a string of obscenities, and had an intense orgasm. She passed out cold immediately.
"You have such a sweet pussy." Roxy cooed, lifting from the dripping slit.
John sat dumfounded, his cock in his hand still hard. "You – you…" he stammered.
"I kissed your wife's cunt and made her feel good. Now put your prick away and come on. We'd better get some food down you. I have big plans for you tonight."
John followed her meekly, glancing guiltily at his young wife sprawled half-naked in the chair.
They went to the dining room and ate a big dinner. When they returned, Eva was exactly as they had left her. John and Roxy stripped and went into the bedroom and fucked wildly. She got him up one more time by sucking his cock and they fucked again.
When John awakened the next day, Roxy was gone. He went into the next room and found Eva still slouched awkwardly in the chair. Waking her gently, he helped her to her feet. He gave her a hot bath and had a light breakfast sent up. He sat on the edge of her bed while she ate sparingly. The arrows of guilt sank deep. He was an honorable man; how could he have done such a thing?
Eva wallowed in his attention. She couldn't be mad at him because she really couldn't remember what happened. All she knew for sure was that she had gotten terribly drunk and was paying dearly for the luxury.
By evening, she felt much better and John told her that they were leaving. They would go back to the city in the morning and then fly to Paris or some such exotic place for the remainder of their honeymoon. He didn't mention that Roxy had already gone back to the city.
"I heard about a quaint little tavern not far from here, less than a mile," he said. "We can eat dinner here and then go and have a drink, just one, mind you, and dance."
"Oh, John, it sounds wonderful."
"It's close, so we can walk and on the way back hold hands and neck and make love… anything that comes to mind."
After dinner, they trudged hand in hand down the dusty road. It was a clear, moonlit night and the air was cool and refreshing. The tavern had a small dance floor and a live three-piece-band. They had their drink and danced, snuggling close and necking openly on the postage-stamp floor. They were the only couple.
John's guilt had not gone away and he drank heavier than usual in an attempt to drown his conscience. Eva drank very sparingly, nursing each drink at least an hour.
As he got drunker, John grew horny and took many liberties with his young wife. Eva didn't try to stop him, even though they were the only ones there and on display for all the employees. He had never been so ardent, even alone. He put both arms around her waist and gripped the cheeks of her ass on the dance floor, and sat close to her at their table, running his hands up under her skirt. She went to the women's room and removed her bra and let him kiss her nipples through her blouse. She got very hot and wanted to go, but John continued drinking.
By midnight, he was out of it. His eyes grew glassy and he slumped forward and passed out with his head in his arms. Eva wanted to cry. She went to the bartender for help. Bartenders are always sympathetic and helpful.
"My husband has passed out," she said.
"That's tough, lady," the bartender said.
"But we walked over here from the hotel. How will I get him back?"
"You could drag the bastard by his feet. He ain't too big." He sucked on his soggy cigar and continued wiping glasses. "Or better yet, you can let him sleep it off where he's at and come in the back room with me."
"That was uncalled for, Harry," the piano player, who had just walked over, said. "The lady has a problem. You don't need to get nasty." He was a big man of about forty, good-looking except for his nose, which was bent to one side like a fighter that had taken one punch too many. Actually, he was a high school English teacher. He came up here every summer to earn extra money.
In deference to the English teacher's size, the bartender scowled and moved sullenly down the bar.
"I heard your problem and perhaps I can be of assistance. I have a car and I'll be glad to help you get your husband back to the hotel. It's a dead night anyway, and we'll close up early." He took one of her tiny hands in his. "Now climb up on that bar stool and have a drink. We'll play another medley and call it a night."
"But my husband…"
"He's fine where he's at." The big piano player took her by the waist and lifted her easily onto the stool. "Bring the lady a drink, Harry," he called to the bartender.
The band played for another hour, and Eva had five drinks. She grew very talkative and gay, dancing with each of the band members and even finally consented to dance the last number with the bartender. The bartender held her very tight, apologized for being rude, and then cupped her left tit in one of his beefy hands. She slapped his face, but giggled when she did it, and let him kiss her and feel the other tit while the band packed up their instruments.
"My name is Alex, and I'm an English teacher by profession, not a piano player," Alex said after he had loaded John into his back seat.
Eva got into the front seat with Alex, her head spinning with excitement. "I just knew you were more than a piano player."
"What's wrong with being a piano player?"
"Oh, nothing, I guess. But, well, it's so much more dignified to be an English teacher."
"Swell." Alex said.
With the car in motion, Eva relaxed. She liked riding in a car at night. "Don't let me fall asleep," she said, "I'm just a little drunk."
"You're just a whole lot beautiful, too." Alex said.
Eva blushed. "Thank you," she said softly. It was different with this man, at least different than with the fat bartender, who she could let kiss her, and even feel her tits, but this man made the heat rise in her belly and the juices flow in her cunt.
"Are you married?" she said.
"Yes. I have a wife and three kids."
"Oh." Eva said, "Well, so am I… married, I mean. No kids."
"I know you're married." Alex said, jerking his thumb towards the back seat. "At least you said he was your husband."
"Oh, he is. We're on our honeymoon." She giggled again. "He made some pretty romantic promises for tonight."
"And now he can't perform." Alex said.
Alex pulled the car into the hotel driveway. "We're here already."
"Oh." Eva said.
"Is there a back stairway? It would be more discreet."
"Yes, over by the pool. Just keep going, don't turn here."
With Alex's help, she got him upstairs and into bed. They even undressed him and tucked him in. Eva looked down at her husband and turned off the light, and taking Alex by the hand, tiptoed from the room.
"You've been so kind, Alex. Can I get you a drink before you leave?"
"I could use one," he said.
"Scotch on the rocks okay? It's good Scotch."
"Scotch is fine," he said.
Eva brought the drinks and sat beside him on the couch. He really was rather handsome, in spite of his nose, and he was so big and masculine. A tiny shiver raced down her spine.
They made a toast, something about people helping other people, and emptied their glasses. She poured two more, sitting a little closer when she returned.
His arm, resting on the back of the couch, dropped to her shoulder, his hand gripping her soft arm. She went willingly into his arms. If he wanted to kiss her, she wouldn't object. He deserved something for his trouble. He kissed her hard, his hand sliding under her arm to cup one of her tits. While his tongue played between her lips, she let him fondle her, but when his other hand dropped on her knee, she closed her legs. She pulled away and got to her feet. The fire was building inside her, the fire that always destroyed her will power and ended with a wild fuck session.
"I'd better check on John," she said, her face flushed.
Alex leaned back, unprotesting. He knew she was hot, knew she needed what her husband couldn't give her. It would take a little more time, but he had all night. She was hot for a fuck, even the sloppy bartender could fuck her if he was sitting here now. Alex knew that.
Eva stood, brushing her skirt down with both hands, calming her wobbling knees and then went to the door of the bedroom. John was sleeping peacefully, like an angel unaware of the sin around him.
How could she cheat on him after he had been so sweet? It wasn't his fault that he had drunk too much; she was all too guilty of that sin, too. And then she thought of the brazen widow DeWinter, and vaguely recalled seeing John lying on the floor and the buxom hussy pulling up her dress and getting down on top of him and slowly easing down over his cock. She closed her eyes at the memory of her big open pussy swallowing up her husband's prick. "No, he wouldn't," she said softly, and went back to the bar and mixed two more, and with a throaty growl went back to the couch.
"Is he okay?" Alex said, taking the drink from her hand.
"Sleeping like a baby." She held up her glass and clinked it against Alex's. "To us," she said. She smiled at him with her eyes over the rim the glass, waiting for him to put his arm around but he didn't. Instead, he looked at his watch and said, "Hey, it's getting late."
After Alex had gone, Eva lay beside her husband, fondling his limp prick and loosely sacked balls. Married life agreed with her, she decided. Married sex was so much better.