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CHAPTER THREE

The fling with Chuck had been wonderful, but when Herb returned from the road it had to stop. The last thing Jackie wanted was to endanger her marriage.

She was also feeling a little guilty. Was it her fault for not trying harder? She didn't know, but she decided she better put forth more effort.

Herb must have been thinking along the same lines, because as he left the house one morning he told her they should have an evening alone for a change.

"We've been drifting apart," he said, rubbing her ass with one hand and her tits with the other. "I want my pretty wife to be happy. And I could use a good fuck, myself."

Jackie was excited. Maybe things would work out after all. One fling didn't count. If things worked out with Herb she would forget all about her affair with Chuck. Besides, his wife would be here soon, Justine's appearance would certainly change everything.

The brunette sat in the kitchen with a second cup of coffee, and the morning paper. She couldn't concentrate on the news. Her mind kept returning to all the things she and Herb could do tonight. Maybe, he'd be willing to try some new things. But if she suggested something new, like ass-fucking, would he be suspicious that she'd been cheating? Oh, shit! she thought, I'll drive myself crazy if I go on like this.

Meanwhile all the thinking about fucking had made her horny. She slipped a hand inside her robe and caressed her tits. It wasn't long before her nipples were puckered and stiff, standing out like two little cocks.

She rolled her nipples and squeezed her titflesh, leaning back in the chair and wondering if she was abnormally obsessed with sex. She hadn't always been like this. Maybe it was her age? They say that women reach their peak in their thirties. She was only twenty-eight, but maybe it was happening early.

Then she told herself it was a common problem. Whenever she got together with her girlfriends all they did was complain that their husbands didn't pay enough attention to them. All they cared about was work, work and more work, and all the women cared about was fucking. It was probably a universal problem. Right now there were probably millions of women all over the world who were feeling themselves up!

Jackie giggled and put her other hand under her robe to rub her pussy. She found her clit and rubbed the little bean. Jesus, such a little thing! And it had such control over her life!

She finally removed the robe and stood up. Both hands were now on her cunt, furiously working over the loose limp folds of her pussy. She went into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, teasing and rubbing her cuntmeat and pulling her knees up and opening her legs wide.

By now she was wet and juicy and totally turned-on. She rubbed some cuntjuice over her passion button and after a moment spasmed in an orgasm. She made herself come two more times, and then stopped.

That would have to hold her until tonight. Herb would make her come. She would wait for Herb. It was always better with a cock.

The rest of the day flew by, and by the time Herb came home she practically raped him.

"Whoa," he laughed. "Give a guy a chance to unwind."

A little disappointed, Jackie unwound her arms from around his neck and mixed some martinis. She hadn't wanted to waste any time by eating out, so she'd put two steaks in the broiler. They ate silently and by ten o'clock were in bed, Jackie straddling Herb's crotch, her pussy poised over his prick.

He looked uncomfortable. "I still think the guy should be on top," he said.

She didn't answer. This was no time to argue. The brunette hovered over her husband, his cockhead mashed against her cuntlips. Easing down as Chuck had taught her, she adjusted his knob into the socket of her pussy and gobbled up his fuckpole with one smooth stroke.

She moaned as his prick plunged inside her hungry cunt. She faced him and closed her eyes, her head thrown back and her hair hanging down her back. Her cunt throbbed with the incredible feeling of being stuffed to the brim with hard male-meat. Being on top like this gave her control, and she moved in a way that gave her cunt constant friction from his cockshaft.

She began to move up and down on his cock. Cupping her bouncing tits, she played with her boobs while she rode his prick. She could see his cockshaft as it slid in and out of her pussy. It glistened with her juices.

His cock throbbed in response to the grip of her cunt. Herb's face was contorted with lust. No matter what he said, he certainly looked like he was enjoying himself!

"I'm gonna come!" he grunted, pumping his crotch and gritting his teeth.

"No!" she wailed. "Not yet! I'm not there yet!"

He didn't answer. She stopped moving, hoping that if she stayed still he would control his orgasm. He could if he wanted to. She knew he could!

Almost in tears, the brunette sat on his crotch, his cock inside her pussy. She tried not to clasp his fuckpole with her cunt, but it was no use. He heaved his ass up off the bed and began shooting his load up her pussy.

She sat there fuming while his cock gushed jism like an oil well. He didn't even try to hold back. He didn't make the extra effort.

When he'd emptied his balls, she slipped off his body and, slumped over on the bed. He turned over and in a minute was snoring up a storm. She went into the den and finished herself off with the candle.

That does it, she thought. That fucking does it. Tomorrow I'll find another lover and then another and another. I'm going to find a man who knows what a woman needs!

As if providence sent him, the very next day Lloyd Parish finally telephoned. He apologized for not calling sooner, and they made a date for that very afternoon. It was her shopping day, and they decided to meet in the parking lot of the bank next to the supermarket.

She was so excited she forgot all about the previous evening and the shitty fucking with Herb. Bustling around the kitchen, she put a casserole in the oven and prepared to meet her new lover.

Relaxing in a bubble bath, she decided she would wear a simple black dress and high heels. She'd put her hair up so when she took it down later it would be that much sexier. Long hair on a pillow. Her mother always told her that men loved long hair on a pillow. Mother was right!

She got out of the tub and rubbed perfumed oil all over her body. Giggling to herself, she shivered with excitement. You'd think I was a blushing bride, the way I'm acting!

When she pulled up in the parking lot of the bank, he was already there. She got into his car, thrilled at the way his eyes glittered as he looked her over. His eyes darted from her tits to her legs and back to her tits.

He kissed her lightly on the lips and gunned the motor, driving out of the parking lot on two wheels. He drove to a nearby apartment complex and parked the car. She didn't ask who lived here. She didn't care. All she cared about was the outline of his prick plastered against his thigh under his tight jeans.

She hadn't worn a bra and she was glad. She knew he could see the outline of her tits through the thin material of her dress. Especially her nipples. When she was turned on, her nipples almost popped out of whatever she was wearing. Shivering with anticipation, she thought about his big prick plunging in and out of her wet cunt and her pussy creamed.

They linked arms and left the parking lot, her high heels clicking on the pavement and his hand patting her ass.

When they got up to the apartment, he took two beers out of the refrigerator and handed one of them to her she took a few quick gulps, her hand shaking.

She looked around. It was a typical bachelor apartment, neat modern furniture and not a trace of a woman around. She gulped down the rest of the beer and took a deep breath. Walking over him, she slid a hand over his crotch and felt the outline of his prick. Chuckling, he pulled her into his arms and cupped his hands over her asscheeks.

"I love bold women," he murmured, mashing his big hands over her ass-flesh.

She giggled, grinding her body against his throbbing cock. It felt huge. Huge and hard. She quivered as he pulled her skirt up and put his hands on her bikini-covered ass. She moaned when he slid his hands inside her panties and clasped her naked asscheeks.

"I'm sure glad to see you," he said.

"Me too."

"Get that thing out of my pants, will you? It's starting to feel real tight in there."

Trembling, she opened his belt buckle and pulled his zipper down. She tugged at the denim and he finally helped her push the tight jeans down until they were at his feet. He wore no shorts and his cock stood up, stiff and throbbing.

"Get your dress off!" he hissed.

She stepped back and slithered out of her dress and panties. She stood still, watching for his response.

"Oh, yeah!" he murmured. "Even better than I expected."

She laughed and cupped her tits, pointing them in his direction. Moving one hand down to her pussy, she fingered her cunt, feeling lewd and wanton.

Dizzy from the booze, she moved forward and took his cock in her hands.

"Ooooh, yeah, baby, play with the baseball bat!"

"I'd like to suck it," she said. "Is that okay?"

He snickered. "You kidding? Be my guest." He sat down on the sofa and she knelt on the floor between his legs. His cock stood straight out, reddish-purple and dripping cockjuice. She flicked her tongue out and licked up some of the jism brimming in his piss-hole. Then she ran her tongue over her lips and smiled up at him.

"Well, that's it!" she teased, starting to get up.

He pulled her head back to his cock and forced her to suck in his cockhead. "That's the way," he grunted, closing his eyes and keeping his fingers clamped over, her head. "Suck it good, baby! Suck it good!"

She began licking his cock and balls with the flat of her tongue. She lapped her tongue over one side and then the other of his cockshaft, finally returning to his bloated knob.

His cockhead was plum-shaped and big, the skin tight and satiny smooth. His balls were big and his ball-bag hairy. She licked his cylinder of flesh like it was an ice-cream cone, while he grunted and groaned.

When she sucked his cockhead into the warmth of her mouth, he bucked his ass up off the sofa. She took him all the way in now, his crotch hair tickling her nose. She felt his cockhead in the back of her throat and she curled her fingers around the base of his prick and squeezed.

Leaning back now, he took his hands off her head and gazed down at her with glittering eyes. She made a tight ring of her lips and ran it slowly up and down his thick cockshaft. She caressed his balls and squeezed the root of his cock, delighted at the way his fuckpole throbbed in her mouth.

Each time she stroked down, his prick disappeared down her throat, from the base of his cockshaft to his juicy knob. She bobbed her head up and down one eye on his face to make sure he didn't blast off. She didn't want him coming in her mouth. Not yet. She wanted to get fucked first, and then later if he wanted to come in her mouth she wouldn't mind.

It was he who finally pushed her mouth off his prick. "Let's get this thing in your sweet little pussy," he said, moving around on the sofa and pulling her over his crotch.

Shivering with pleasure, she climbed onto his lap and planted her cunt over his up thrust fuckpole. Then she sank down on his cock with a groan of pleasure, swallowing up his fuckpole with one stroke.

His large hands cupped her ass, squeezing her jiggling assflesh and guiding her up and down on his thrusting fuck-tube. The feel of his throbbing fuckmeat reaming out her cunt was incredible. She rocked up and down on his rampant cock, her tits bouncing and jiggling with abandon.

She cried out when he squeezed a finger inside her asshole. "Fuck my ass!" she wailed. "Give it to me in the ass!"

"Jesus, I found me a winner," he chuckled, continuing to fuck her cunt up and down with his rigid fuckpole. His finger in her ass and his cock in her pussy drove her wild. Ever since Chuck had first fucked her ass, she wanted it all the time. Someday she wanted a cock in her cunt and a cock in her asshole at the same time.

He told her to get off his body and onto the edge of the sofa with her ass in the air. She did as he instructed, her head resting on her arms and her ass waving back at him.

Feeling wanton and hot, she quivered when she felt him move into position behind her. She purred when he began running his tongue and lips over her ass. She gurgled with pleasure when he pushed his face between her asscheeks and lapped his tongue over her asshole.

She pressed back against his mouth, loving the feel of his tongue as he licked her brownie. She slipped two fingers down to her wide-open gash and began rubbing her cuntmeat.

She sobbed with lust when he slid his tongue inside her bung. This was new to her, and totally unexpected. His firm wet tongue squirming around inside her shitter was incredibly erotic.

Feeling the first spasm of an orgasm, she rubbed her cunt in a frenzy and brought herself off, her whole body convulsing with pleasure. When she stopped trembling, he gripped her hips and rose up. But instead of sticking his cock in her ass, he began rubbing his thumb over her gaping shitter. He stuck the thumb inside and began sliding it in and out to loosen up the little grommet. When he finally pulled it out, she begged him to stick his cock inside and in a moment she felt his spongy knob pressing against her asshole.

Shivering, the brunette held her breath and waited. Then on an impulse she pulled her asscheeks apart for him and she heard him chuckle softly. The next thing she knew his cock was squeezing in, stretching her asshole and pushing into the depths of her shit-chute.

She gasped when she felt his balls slapping her cuntlips, realizing his entire cock was up her ass. A deep wail came out of her throat as he pulled out and then rammed forward, plunging his cock to the hilt inside her shitter.

She shuddered and groaned, the white hot pleasure overwhelming her senses. He began to move in and out of her butt-hole. His stiff fuckpole split her butt in two with each stroke.

She cried out with lust, gasping at the feel of his hard cock ramming her bowels. Pistoning his prick in and out of her shit-tube, he scalded the walls of her shitter with his wriggling hunk of meat.

He squeezed her asscheeks and swore, shouting out a string of obscenities as he stabbed his prick in and out of her asshole. Thick foaming cream bubbled out of her cunt as she rubbed her cunt in a frenzy.

She craned her neck to see his face as she spasmed in a convulsive orgasm. When her cunt contracted, he clenched his teeth and squeezed her assflesh until she cried out with pain. Then with a mighty heave of his body, he dumped his load of jism into her sucking asshole.

The blast of fuck-cream hitting her bowels set her off again and her cunt convulsed. Her asshole sucked up his spunk and her pussy gushed out a fountain of cunt-cream.

It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. When it was over, she was his willing slave. He carried her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. Climbing over her, he shoved his shit-streaked prick into her mouth and made her suck it clean.

Later when she thought about it she realized he was demeaning her, but she didn't care. After she'd sucked him clean they fucked again. Then he'd tied her up and spanked her and fucked her ass relentlessly.

By the time she sot home that afternoon she was bruised and sore and happier than she'd ever been in her life.