When he ran out on Ellie, Hank had no clear plan of where he intended to go. He just got in the station wagon and drove. Before he knew it, he was pulling up in front of Wanda's hotel. He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, but Ellie's guilty behavior had given him just the excuse he had been looking forever since he met the redhead. Now he had a reason to pay Wanda a visit.
It was after eleven when he walked up to the hotel desk and rang the little bell. Though it hadn't occurred to him before, lie now worried that Wanda might have a "visitor". That would really shoot a hole in his plans.
The old man who emerged from the back room looked like he had been sleeping. His clothes were rumpled and his mood was irritable. "What do you want?" he demanded grumpily.
"Uh, Miss Wilde? Is she in?"
"How the heck do I know? Do you think I've got nothing better to do than keep tabs on everybody in this joint?"
Normally Hank would have met rudeness with rudeness. But his guilty intentions made him feel humble. "Her room number then? Could you tell me that?"
"Sure. It's one-o-six."
"Thank you."
The old man mumbled something under his breath as he shuffled back to the little office.
Hank listened anxiously at the door to Wanda's room before knocking. He could hear nothing but the subdued sounds of a radio or television set. Clearing his throat and smoothing his hair, he knocked softly on the door.
"Who is it?" The female voice on the other side didn't sound much friendlier than that of the desk clerk downstairs. Hank was losing heart.
"Hank… Hank Jones."
So quickly it startled him, the door opened to reveal a smiling Wanda. She motioned him inside and offered him the choice of her rattan chair or a seat on the bed. Nervously Hank sat on the edge of the disheveled bedspread.
"This is quite a surprise, Hank. A nice surprise. How would you like a drink?"
"Sounds good. I'll have what you're having." Now that he was here, Hank felt nervous as a schoolboy. He had dealt with a few hookers in his time. It wasn't that that scared him. It was Wanda herself. The red-headed beauty was one of the most powerful women he had ever met, along with being one of the best-looking. She seemed so incredibly confident, it made him a little unsure of his ground. Though he could tell she liked him, he felt a need to prove himself to her – to make himself stand out above the normal run-of-the-mill john.
He exchanged a couple of minutes of harmless chit-chat while she prepared their drinks. Then he decided to be firm, businesslike, to let her know he was a man who knew his own mind. "I've come here, Wanda, to ask about Ellie. I know she was here. I don't know what happened, but I do know my wife is acting very strange. I have to know what went on here."
The calm smile never left the redhead's face. But her brain was working fast. She had been delighted to see the handsome young husband at her door. Somehow she had known that loosening up the wife would bring the husband to her. But she didn't want to betray Ellie. After all, the young blonde was now her lover, too. By Wanda's own code, she never told tales on anyone she shared a bed with.
Her only other consideration was her strong guts attraction to Ellie's husband. Now that the prey was in the lair, she didn't want to lose him. She searched the broad handsome face as Hank surveyed the lush cleavage emerging from her dressing-gown. She decided her best bet was to get his mind off the subject. From the look in his eye, that wouldn't be hard.
"Ellie's a wonderful woman, Hank. I'm really glad she came to visit me today. We had a good long talk." All true. All unincriminating. "Have you seen this movie on television? It's a real crack-up! I just love old movies, don't you?"
For a moment, Hank let his attention be diverted to the small TV screen. He took a fortifying swig of his Scotch as Wanda sat down next to him. Her perfume was doing strange things to his balls.
"You know what was going on before you came in?" In the excitement of her story-telling, Wanda let a hand fall to Hank's knee. Testing the big man, she stroked the hand lightly back and forth. She stole a quick look at the crotch of his trousers and smiled to herself. An unmistakable bulge!
She thought back to the eight or nine inches of rigid cock she had once watched Hank driving into his wife. A hot flash of desire swelled from her pussy and made her whole body quiver. "Oh Hank… I'm just so glad you came to see me. To tell you the truth, this movie was boring the shit out of me!" She went over and switched off the set. Before turning to face the man, she gave the tie of her dressing-gown just the slightest tug. She felt the top fall open to give a full view of her ripe tits. Boldly she looked into Hank's eyes. "I'm awfully glad you came, Hank!"
The hoarseness in her voice brought a new surge to Hank's loins. He had no reason to doubt it now. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. The look in her eyes told him it was him she admired, not just a man, available, here at the right time. Pure admiration shone from those big brown orbs.
His attention dropped from her eyes to her full ripe tits that swayed as she walked toward him. The nipples were already taut. Her aureolas were swollen with arousal. The sight made him swallow hard.
Too speechless to react, he sat dumbly while she knelt before him and started to tug at his fly. With deft hands, she pulled the already engorged shaft of his cock out into the open. Groaning with delight, she bent forward and swiped her tongue over the smooth tip. Then her lips closed over the head of his cock and nibbled it lightly.
"Jee-zuz!" Automatically, Hank's hands reached for Wanda's hair. They wound in her thick strands and urged her to experiment farther down along his prick. Mewling submissively, she opened her mouth wide and closed it around his whole throbbing cock. Without hesitation, she established a maddening, nipping up-and-down rhythm that made Hank see lusty stars. "What a mouth! What a mouth!"
The big man felt like he had been struck dumb. He no longer had even a passing thought for the situation that had brought him here, or for his beautiful wife left at home. Reality for Hank at the moment started and ended with the supple mouth working hungrily up and down his cock-shaft. He could feel tremors of excitement brewing in his balls, then darting like little Cupid's arrows all over his desire-sensed body. How he wanted this woman! He had never wanted anyone this much in his whole life – not with this same raw, gut-level hunger.
For just a moment, Wanda paused in her salacious task. "I've been wanting to do this since the first moment I saw you, Hank! You have such a beautiful cock! It's so big, it almost chokes me, but I love the feel of it in my throat!"
He watched her head bow back down over his teeming prick, as a hot glow of pride surged through him. She was impressed by the size of his organ. Ellie had never known the difference. His was the only cock she knew. Of course it wasn't his wife's fault that she was naive, but it sure felt good to be appreciated by a beautiful woman of the world who could compare him with other men, and still pick him over the rest.
Wanda's mouth worked with abandoned haste over the young husband's palpitating cock. Hank had to grit his teeth and think of cool quiet streams from time to time to keep from shooting his wad deep into her throat. He wasn't ready to cum rn her just yet. Like a kid in a candy shop for the first time, Hank wanted to try everything on his first visit. You never knew if the candy store would be there the next time around.
When his cock was rock hard and throbbing dangerously close to the brink for perhaps the tenth time, Hank stole the initiative from the lusty redhead.
"Take off those clothes, baby! I want you to get up on top of me and get yourself off!" Feeling pleased as a sultan in his harem, Hank stripped oft his clothes and lay back on the bed. He held his breath as Wanda, who had been waiting for his full attention, slowly pulled off her robe. Her ripe heavy tits heaved with her desire as she let the garment fall to her wasp-like waist. She teased him for a moment before letting him see the thick furry thatch of her cunt-hair.
"Christ, what a beautiful pussy! I've got to get me some of that!" He thought he could see gleaming streaks of moisture on her thighs. Already she was so excited that the juices were running out of her ready hole.
Aware of the effect her big dangling tits were having on the man, Wanda crawled over his prone body and poised her pussy over his cock-head. She let the mushroom-shaped tip part her fleshy lips. Then she squirmed round and round in tiny little circles, taunting herself and him.
At last, unable to stand any more of the agonizing expectation, she sat down on him – hard! His long stiff cock drove deep, deep into her wet welcoming pussy, until it grazed the tip of her cervix far inside. "Uuuuuuhhh!" Her jaw dropped open. Her eyes glazed over as she relished the sheer primitive joy of being truly filled with hot pulsating cock. "Uh, Jeez, that's a good cock, Hank baby!"
Realizing that the woman was too overcome for the moment to take command of their lovemaking, he grabbed hold of her hips and began to maneuver her roughly up and down over his throbbing cock. He was impressed with how tight and hot and virginal her pussy felt. Suddenly she recovered her senses enough to clasp her cunt-walls firmly around his cock.
"Uuuhh! Christ almighty!" the man wailed. He had never known a woman with that kind of control of her pussy-muscles. She continued to massage his prick with her cunt while he stroked in and out of her. Her lush hips squirmed this way and that. Her full breasts bounced tantalizingly on her chest. Hank felt he had never been so turned on, so completely immersed in the contagious sexuality of another human being.
Now that Wanda was taking charge of her own wanton undulations, Hank felt free to let his hands roam over her ripe nakedness. He caressed her tits, pulled on her nipples until they were longer and harder than before. He ached to take the rubbery nubbins in his mouth and suck them. But it felt so good just to lie there and let the experienced older woman fuck him with her fine tight pussy. For the moment, it was enough just to admire and touch the rest. As they grew more and more involved in their lovemaking, Hank lost his anxiety about sampling everything at once. He knew they had the whole night before them. It couldn't be any other way. There was too much to touch and suck and lick and kiss. It took time to do a job right.
As Wanda abandoned herself to the thrill of riding the young husband's big prick, she moved more voluptuously over him. She threw her chest outward, taunting him with the ripe hardness of her nipples. She raised her hands to her head and tousled her hair. She knew she looked wanton. She could tell by the look in his eyes.
Lusty moans escaped her lips, telling him of the virtues of his long hard cock. She ran her tongue greedily over her lips, challenging him, begging him to take her over and fuck her hard, fast, deep.
At last Hank could be content no longer to lie back and let the woman move over him. Grasping her by the waist, he threw her brutally over onto the bed next to him. Her cries of surprise goaded him on. He raised her up onto hands and knees and parted the shapely cheeks of her ass. He was going to screw her doggie fashion! He knew, that way, he'd get her good and deep. He'd give her all the thrills she craved – and more!
Wanda moaned expectantly as she felt the big man's cock-head prod her pussy-hole from behind. She loved it like this, when a man got a little rough with her. She liked to get screwed from behind, whether by man or beast. It let all her base passions come out, to be totally subjugated like this to a cock. His cock was so incredibly fitting this way. His giant prick seemed to fill every nook and cranny of her hungry cunt. "Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!"
Hank fucked her like he hadn't had pussy in a month of Sundays. Fast and furious, his cock drove deep into her clasping twat again and again and again. "Shit, you're a little piggie, aren't you, baby! You really eat it up, don't you?" It had been more than six months since Hank had fucked anyone but his wife. That made the whole act seem new. It was like doing it for the first time – and feeling that incredible intense anticipation that could never be duplicated. He watched his cock gleaming with her juices as it flashed out of her convulsing hole. Each time he drove it in, he wondered half-seriously if she'd ever let him out again.
"Oooohhh! I love it! I love the way you screw me, Hank! Uuuuhh, Jee-zuz! I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"
"Shit, hot cunt! Christ, I'm cumming, too!"
That was the first installment of the evening. They slept and woke and fucked, until late the next morning, when there came a knock at the door. They lay very still, waiting for whoever it was to go away. Instead, a key turned in the lock, and the old prospector walked in.
"Jim, what the fuck are you doing here? Get out! And leave that key on the dresser! You don't need it now that Nugget's not here any more!"
The old man seemed completely unimpressed either by Wanda's anger or by Hank's presence. "Yeah, I don't know where that boy got to! He ran out on me last night! But he'll be back. I know that devil!"
Wanda reached for a pillow and threw it at him. "Get out!"
"Sure! I was just hoping that little blonde girlie would be here again!"
"What blonde girlie?!" Hank demanded. Suddenly his suspicions of Ellie came rushing back to him. He still didn't know what had gone on here yesterday, and the prospector's leering remark had brought an immediate sickening conviction to his heart. He was talking about Ellie! He knew it!
Only when Hank had sat up did Jim recognize the young husband of the woman he had attacked yesterday afternoon on Wanda's bed. His casual manner quickly evaporated. He almost ran out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Hank leapt out of bed and scrambled into his clothes.
"Don't hurt him, Hank. Jim's a pain in the ass sometimes but, basically, he's harmless."
"I don't give a damn about him. I'm going home – to talk to my wife!"
Wanda was frightened for the young wife. She tried to divert Hank's attention by pressing her tits against his arm.
"Leave me alone, Wanda," he told her curtly. "Right now, I don't know who's on my side." He left.