It was almost two weeks later when Carolyn lay in bed and sleepily watched as Don blew her a kiss and closed the bedroom door behind him. He was leaving for work. She never bothered to get up anymore, since when she'd complained, her understanding husband told her that he could perfectly well fix his breakfast himself as he had for so many years. He was concerned about the effect that his sons were having on Carolyn's nerves, and encouraged her in her own desire to rest as much as possible.
The housekeeper came in every morning and took care of whatever cleaning had to be done, so Carolyn felt completely justified in staying in bed until almost noon every day.
Life should have been beautiful for the attractive blonde, but in fact it wasn't. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but Don just wasn't satisfying her. She thought about it now as she lay with her eyes closed in the softly darkened room. It wasn't that Don wasn't willing, but sometimes he was so tired that he came right away, and certainly at his best he usually failed to continue the strenuous lovemaking that Carolyn wanted. Five minutes, maybe ten and it was all over, and what was more, she'd been unsuccessful in her attempts to add spicy little things to her new husband's repertoire. Kooky things like her old boyfriends used to do to send her up the wall.
"I miss that!" she whispered softly to herself, moving her sensuously naked legs slowly back and forth beneath the covers. "I could even put up with those two brats, I bet, if I had the right kind of loving!"
Even though she had promised herself not to think about it, Carolyn's thoughts returned to the cute magazine salesman who'd stopped by the day before. He'd had a cup of coffee, and from the way he looked at her and the things he said, the young wife knew that he wanted more than to sell her a subscription. She'd told him to return later in the week after she'd asked her husband. As a matter of fact Carolyn had mentioned it to Don, and even though he'd gagged at the price, he'd told her that of course she could subscribe to any of the magazines she liked.
As she turned over in bed, Carolyn realized that she wanted the salesman to return. Anything to break the monotony of the day, to talk a little, flirt a little. What was the harm? If the young man did in fact return that afternoon, it would be perfect, for Carolyn knew that her stepsons were due to go on a scouting picnic in the woods. She'd have the house to herself, free from their spying and prying.
Lazily, Carolyn reached out, letting her hand slip into the bottom of the dresser drawer. There she pulled out a new book she'd picked up in San Francisco the other day. It looked very, very interesting; and the young bride was in the mood for something that would take her mind off her own problems. She flicked the light switch on and began to turn the pages slowly, so that she would miss nothing of the lewd contents of the book.
"Max felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as he watched Jennifer O'Hara's licentious performance before the hotly flushed greedy faces of her half-drunk, lust-aroused audience that seemed to be shifting nervously with overwhelming excitement. Hell, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to wait until the beautiful brunette finished her last show! He'd have to find something else and fast!"
Carolyn snuggled down to continue reading and the time passed faster than she thought. She'd heard the vague, indistinct noise of the twins as they made their breakfast, and then a car had pulled up and she'd heard them shouting something and slamming the door as they ran out. With a sigh of relief she'd gone back to her thrilling story. Now, suddenly there was the ring of the front doorbell, and a quick glance at the clock told her that it was already 2:00 p.m. The housekeeper would have come and gone, the boys were off. The person at the door was more than likely her magazine salesman!
Hurriedly, Carolyn jumped out of the messed bed and tossed a light-weight jersey peignoir over her flushed naked body. It covered her curvaceous form completely, but as she could see in the mirror before she ran out of the bedroom, it outlined her body to such perfection that it might as well be transparent.
Carolyn shrugged. "Can I help it if I have a good figure?" she asked herself, rhetorically, for she was already opening the door eagerly, while giving her hair a last pat in place.
"Mrs. Larsen! My, you're looking lovely this afternoon!"
"Why… why thank you." Carolyn blushed convincingly. It was nice to be told nice things.
"May I come in? I'm here to offer you the tremendous deal I offered you the other day. You can't go wrong… and I'm sure if you discussed it with your husband he agreed…"
"Yes, yes… come in." Carolyn led the way, aware of the salesman's eyes on her moving, swaying hips as they entered the living room.
"In this deal there are hunting magazines and True Mechanics for him, the latest in ladies' magazines for you, and if you have children… I saw two boys playing outside the other day… well we've got some great magazines for them, too!"
"Oh, they're not mine! I mean those are my husband's boys. Listen you don't have to convince me anymore." She was still sitting down across from the young dark-haired man on the sofa, while he poised on the edge of a chair.
"I like all those magazines, even the hunting and fishing kind." The new Mrs. Larsen smiled winningly. "Would you like coffee, a drink?"
"I'll take whatever you're having," the young man replied.
Carolyn went into the kitchen, it was spotless, except for a note which the boys had left her, which Carolyn threw into the trash.
"Dear Mom… gone to the picnic. We know you'll miss us, but we'll be sure to be home for another of your delicious meals! Love, Tim and Bennie."
Burning the frozen TV dinners could happen to anyone, Carolyn reminded herself and then put the whole thing out of her mind. She'd make them drinks. There was some Whiskey Sour mix in the bottle in the cupboard. Humming a little to herself she added the whiskey and in a short while returned to the living room where the salesman was now standing and admiring a painting on the wall. He turned to take the drink from her, and Carolyn realized that he was even cuter than she'd remembered.
Was it an accident that his hand brushed the tip of her breast as he removed the glass from the tray? A delicious shiver of excitement coursed through the bored housewife as she returned to the sofa and placed her glass on the cocktail table.
"You must get around quite a bit with a job like this," she began, picking up her glass again to sip daintily from it.
"I guess you could say so, Mrs. Larsen. May I sit here?"
Carolyn moved slightly making room on the sofa for the young man to sit beside her. The Whiskey Sour tasted really good considering she'd had no breakfast at all, and the scent of the salesman's cologne was a pleasant limy one which she found quite agreeable.
The second tray came equipped with a pitcher and this time, as they sat down, Carolyn knew that it was no accident that Bart, that was his name, let his fingers linger a long while over her hand before he let go.
"Are you a model?" he asked. "You're so beautiful!"
"No… no…" Carolyn laughed. "Once a friend was going to get me started but I decided against it." She did not move her hand now when he began to examine her rings.
"Lucky guy, your husband. Married long?"
"He's real sweet," she replied. "No, not too!"
Just how far do I want to go, the young wife of a few weeks was asking herself. It doesn't seem right, but it's so nice, and he is a doll. Who would know? No, no, I couldn't. But maybe a kiss or two and then I'll throw him out!
His face was nearing hers. All through her the raging fire was burning, wanting, wanting to let him kiss her. She moved her hand just the slightest bit. Enough to let him know it was all right to kiss her. But when he did she giggled and pulled away.
"Hey, doll, come on," he said softly. "Who's going to know? Nobody's home is there?"
"No… no, it's not that. It's just that I can't. Why I hardly know you." Nervously, Carolyn sipped her drink, finishing off the glass once more.
"It'll give you a chance to get to know me. I guarantee you'll like me just as much as I like you!" His voice was soothing, convincing. His words were almost her thoughts exactly. Yet she couldn't give into him just like that, and she wasn't sure that she would give in at all.
"I think you'd better leave," she said, suddenly, decisively. Tossing her blonde hair back, the young twenty-one year old wife stood up. "I'll just take these things into the kitchen," she announced in a matter of fact, no nonsense tone.
Carolyn started toward the kitchen without turning around and once there at the sink she began to rinse the Whiskey Sour glasses. Something that she wouldn't ordinarily think to do, but which now would give her time to think. But before she could think of anything he was behind her, tall and strong, his arms enfolding her from behind, circling her waist as the hard column of his penis insinuated itself between the soft mounds of her buttocks through her jersey peignoir.
"OH!" she said, but the magical thrills were too much for her as the bold salesman's fingers searched the opening of her gown and moved inside touching the smooth, white flesh of her slender waist. Carolyn felt her knees momentarily buckle. She whirled to face him and to her surprise, he kept her close to him, his hands once more within her gown, touching her hotly, insistently. The new housewife hadn't anticipated the shock of his hot flesh upon her near naked body, and a giddiness overcame her as with an odd gentleness he passed his fingertips over her silken, ivory skin, upward along her arms and across her shoulders as the peignoir fell away to reveal her perfect nakedness.
"Christ!" the young salesman gasped. "You're more beautiful than I thought. Hell, yes, beautiful!" He let the ends of his fingers trace the small bone contours of Carolyn's facial features while she stood immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of his surprisingly stimulating hands.
"A stranger…" she thought. "An absolute stranger!" Memories of the roomer in the upstairs room when she was a little girl returned to her, making her begin to tremble with excitement.
"You're like velvet, so smooth, so soft," he hissed, and Carolyn could see from his expression that the young man was almost mesmerized by the sight of her creamy nakedness.
"Oh God!" she thought, "What am I doing? I'm nothing but a sluttish whore… letting him do these things to me… even wanting him to! But his hands… they're as gentle as a child's. I… I can't help it!"
There in the well-equipped and spacious kitchen with the California sun streaming through the curtained windows Carolyn's breath caught in her throat as the salesman began to massage and knead, stroke and caress her nakedly palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard, cherry-like nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new, wild sensations to jolt excitedly through the young blonde's entire body. Then he was kissing her breasts and his tongue was tracing a wet line of excitation along her trembling flesh. Leaning back against the sink, cold and steely at her back, Carolyn closed her eyes in the intoxicating delight that the magazine salesman was giving her. It was enveloping her, until at last as she stood there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her love-starved body, she felt him pulling her along, moving her over to the kitchen seats, two long wide benches which framed a wooden table.
Carolyn didn't resist; she'd gone this far. Why fight it now? Yet she couldn't deny the unbelievable immoral quality of her actions either, not fighting the brash young man's lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire.
She found herself dropping to the bench obediently and lying back along the length of it as he was slithering down her body, rolling his tongue once more along her exposed flesh. The leather of the cushion beneath her back was warm and pliant as she stared up at him, watching the powerful ripple of his arm muscles beneath his casual sport shirt; then he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, moving her up so that he could crawl between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins.
Outdoors, it was turning to late afternoon, and Carolyn felt her mind glazed with rapture as the salesman's large, flat palms pressed against the incredible softness of her inner thighs moving them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" the blonde housewife lurched and groaned as Bart's hot, moist lips closed over the little golden triangle at the base of her belly. Then she felt the wet, taunting kisses being lavished upon the hair-rimmed slit of her quivering cunt… delightful, tantalizing kisses on the closed, tingling lips of her feverish pussy, kisses that suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for! And his tongue gently parted the soft clinging tendrils of blonde hair and began to flick snake-like at the delicate quivering opening.
Every single muscle of Carolyn's prostrate body seemed to react to the heavenly pleasurable licking of her petal-like vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.
Dear God… don't stop… don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my life I've waited for this… not really knowing it… and now you've got to fulfill me with it. Oh, please don't stop! Please, please, please!
The excited blonde groaned throatily… sounds that were originating deep in her chest, while the hot, probing tip of the salesman's tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her narrow, damp pussy, starting at the creamy, quivering of her lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic-like opening of her now gently clasping vagina, and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks.
Carolyn gasped as she felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then he raised her knees and pressed them up and over her body so that the kneecaps touched her desire-wracked breasts, exposing the whole steaming area of her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.
"Oh, wonderful, wonderful!" the adulterous bride whimpered at the lewd depravity the stranger was subjecting her to, and at her own overpowering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God, truly, he had aroused all of the latent, wanton bitch within her! If there had been any shame or guilt before it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding through her entire being! She was in heaven… or was it hell?
Bart could hardly believe it. This good-looking chick had gone smack-assed to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to him without any real struggle at all! He'd been right to make sure to come back to Mrs. Larsen's house today! He wasn't sure about her signals the other day, but now, by God, he knew he'd been correct about the hidden hot streak he'd suspected she had! She was out of her mind with sexual lust and she was driving him even further out of his. Hell, there was no question, he'd come back again and again in the afternoons to get some of this good pussy! His cock ached like someone had been beating it with a hammer, he thought as he feelingly released it from his pants, and felt it grinding nakedly into the kitchen cushion, feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cuntal lips brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks.
He'd never had any doubts that he was going to fuck her, not after the Whiskey Sours came out, and now, as his tongue slashed up and down within her slippery pussy, he told himself that she was special, something really special. He'd never seen a bitch let down the barriers so quickly, and he knew it wasn't all the whiskey's fault that she had. No, she just needed it bad, and now she was getting it, and this was just the beginning!
Hell, she was already too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering, responsive pussy, the magazine salesman began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with Carolyn's captured body. Just as he used his steady girl, and any other woman he could get to sate his lust.
"Just let us out here, Mr. Jenkins!" Tim and Bennie jumped out at the corner and waved good-bye as the rest of the boys in the station wagon were driven homeward by the scoutmaster. They'd had a good time, but now they were looking forward to returning home, just a bit earlier than expected. They hadn't planned it – far from it. One of the other boys had sprained an ankle and had been taken to the hospital and since most of the fun was over anyway, the picnic was terminated early.
"Don't make any noise going in. Maybe we can catch her doing something!"
"Like jerking herself off in the living room while she's reading one of those dirty books of hers!" Bennie was delighted with the image.
Their sneakers padded along toward their house as the boys' shining faces reflected their anticipation.
Inside the kitchen the salesman rammed his worming tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh that was so fully presented to him and listened for Carolyn's groans of delight. Ovalling his lips and pressing tightly to her pulsing pussy he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking moans from the depths of Carolyn's being. He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the housewife's fully aroused cunt contracted in a rhythmic sucking cadence trying to pull the invading tongue deeper and deeper into it.
Carolyn whimpered beneath the unbelievable enchantment of the salesman's voracious sucking and licking. She sensed the imminent loss of all body and mind control. Her brain reeled numbly in its mesmerized state of ecstatic sensual bliss.
Then suddenly the salesman was drawing her throbbing clitoris up to its full erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. The sensuously aroused area of her quivering hair-rimmed pussy was a whirling pool of rapture.
And then he was moving up over her and Carolyn felt his tongue trail upward until it found the lust-stiffened nipple of the housewife's left breast, then the right, sucking and bringing salacious gasps of additional pleasure from Carolyn's parched lips. He kissed her wetly on the mouth and simultaneously forced her smooth white legs and thighs wider and wider apart upon the cushions of the kitchen bench.
"My God, my God!" Carolyn gasped and clung tightly to the stranger she'd admitted to her house. She kissed and sucked at the tongue that had brought her so much delight, tasting her own cuntal nectar there and gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal thought of it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of the magazine salesman's long, rigid cock against her naked thighs, its contact like a searing rod of fire prodding her into a violent realization of her wanton carnality, but instead of resisting, she hungrily reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her sex-famished brain.
As Bart raised up above her to allow her access, and she clutched at the heavy, solid thickness of him, he could hear the quickening of her breath and feel the heat of her fingers encircling his throbbing hard cock, her long, slim fingers barely going around it.
"How bad do you want it, baby?" he hissed down at her.
"Oh… oh, I do. I want it… need it so bad!" Carolyn choked almost tearfully.
Bart bent down and kissed the beautiful blonde once again; then she felt the bulbous tip of him moving up and down, parting the soft, golden pubic hair between the palpitating lips of her seeping cunt, pressing the small mouth of her tingling vagina open. Carolyn held her breath as the lust-engorged head of the salesman's cock pressed into her with a harshness she had not expected. She choked suddenly with the pain from the hard cruel pressure.
"Aaaaagh!" she grunted, automatically resisting the unexpected pain.
Above her Bart felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful grunt, and he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth as he shoved a little further into the pain, knowing that in a minute it would feel good to both of them. But he never did reach that point because of an event totally beyond his control.
"Gee Mom… you should have told us you were going to have company and we would have brought home some ice-cream!"
Bennie and Tim stood gaping in the doorway, each with a fixed expression of angelic innocence frozen upon his boyish face. The boys only retreated after having the satisfaction of seeing the magazine salesman's frightened face as he scrambled off of their stepmother, leaving his own naked genitals as well as Carolyn's exposed to their interested eyes.
"Get out! Get out! GET out!" Carolyn was screaming, hysterically and almost apoplectic with rage and frustration not to mention fear at being found in such a dubious position by her new husband's sons.
What followed was humiliating and horrid, as the salesman rapidly recovered, grabbed his attache case and slammed out the front door without so much as a good-bye. Carolyn shakily drew on her negligee, and with a trembling hand, poured what was left of the pitcher of Whiskey Sours into a tall glass and drank it down in one desperate gulp.
"What the hell am I going to do now?" she wondered, dazedly.