had always thought of herself as a liberated woman who had rejected the outdated ways of her parents' generation, but who was to say that some of their outmoded thinking about sex hadn't been so deeply instilled in her from an early age that she didn't even know it was affecting her.
She sighed heavily as the door of the elevator opened onto the fifth floor corridor. It'll be difficult, she told herself as she turned left and started for the Furness' door, but I've got to try to be absolutely frank with Grace, making it very clear what it is I want to ask her about. She was trying to form the words in her mind for all the questions she had – mostly about the perverse demands Tommy had been making since they were married, when finally she found herself standing outside the thin wood door of Grace and Fred's apartment.
Her index finger was poised over the button of the doorbell, ready to ring, when suddenly she froze in place, the unexpected sounds coming to her ears through the door shocking her into immobility.
'Let me suck you first,' came the voice of Grace Furness, husky with passion and desire. She and whoever she was talking to must have been just inside the foyer entrance to the apartment, her words were so clear to Linda's hearing.
There was a mumble of a man's lower voice saying something she couldn't understand, followed by the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened.
'Oohhh, it's so big and hard, lover,' came Grace's voice again. 'Can I kiss it here?'
Instead of an answer, Linda heard a low moan of pleasure unlike anything she had ever heard before. She stood like a stone statue in the hall, the overpowering sounds rushing through her mind so loud she thought she must be about to faint and fall to the floor. The moaning male voice continued for what seemed an eternity, and then Grace's voice came to her through the door again.
'Mmmmmm, you've really got a nice prick,' Linda distinctly heard her say. 'Come on into the bedroom. You can hear everything through these paper-thin doors.'
There came the sound of retreating footsteps inside, and then there was silence, only the deafening rushing in Linda's mind going on and on as she tried to comprehend and accept what she had just overheard without meaning to eavesdrop.
Abruptly, as though a warning signal had gone off inside her head, she turned and raced down the hallway to the stairwell, not willing to wait for the elevator again. She ran until she was back in her own home, confusion running rampant through her thoughts.
She had unwittingly discovered something about the wife of her husband's friend and colleague which she would have given all the money in the world not to know. And she had been just about to ask Grace for personal advice! A wife who was obviously being unfaithful to her husband.
Of course, Linda reminded herself without being convinced, it was possible that Grace's husband had come home from school earlier than usual, but that wasn't likely. And besides, the obscene act Grace must have been performing on the other side of the closed door to her apartment was almost unthinkable to the young wife's mind, even with her own husband. That had been one of the very subjects she had wanted to ask Grace about if she had found the courage to do so, but now it seemed forever impossible.
There was only one thing to do, Linda finally decided as she nervously prepared herself some iced tea to vainly try to calm her nerves. She would have to try to work it out in her own mind without any outside help.
She added inwardly to herself, I have to forget that I ever even thought of going to Grace Furness for advice. I have to forget that I know anything I shouldn't. I couldn't face either Grace or her husband again knowing that. I wasn't there. I wasn't there, she kept repeating until finally she thought the unintentional knowledge she had was emptied out of her memory.
But deep in a secret recess of her inner mind, the question she had not verbalized hung unanswered: Who was the man with Grace Furness?
As Grace led him toward the bedroom, Tommy Singleton felt his blood rushing wildly through his veins. He just wasn't able to believe this fantastic woman. He had come to the door thinking that the two of them would have a round-about conversation on the topic he had come to discuss with her, perhaps even ending up with her saying she couldn't go through with it with another man than her husband. But she had totally surprised him.
As soon as the door had closed behind him, she had thrown her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, pressing her hot moist lips against his. Her tongue began spearing into his mouth hungrily and she groaned hoarsely as though she had been starved for it for years and years. Her warmly trembling body ground up against his with all her strength, and as she pressed and squirmed her loins into his, he was aware of his aching penis beginning to throb and jerk up inside his restricting jockey-strap under his gym shorts. He felt the twin mounds of her firmly resilient breasts pushing tightly into his muscular chest, the thin t-shirt he wore and her flimsy sheath dress not preventing his feeling the tiny erect buds of her nipples digging into his skin like hard buttons.
Tommy had been sure she was not wearing anything underneath the thigh-length dress made of some synthetic material. Then, when he dropped the satchel he was carrying and wrapped his arms around her, slipping his hands up and down her writhing torso, he found he was right. He had not felt a brassiere strap, and lightly gliding his fingertips on down to the gently sloping flare of her undulating hips, he discovered she was not wearing panties either. The thought of her ripe young flesh completely naked under the thin garment clinging to her like icing on a cake excited him still further, and he thrust his throbbing genitals up tight against her softly heaving belly, at the same time flicking his tongue serpent-like around hers darting wetly in and out between his open lips.
Then the incredulous young husband had scarcely been able to believe his senses when his friend's wife slipped her hands lightly over the rippling muscles on his back and on down to his buttocks, clenched tightly as he ground his pelvis into hers. She squeezed them appreciatively in a way no other woman had ever done, gradually moving her hands around to force them between their passionately locked loins and without hesitation finding his blood-inflated cock with her fingers. She fondled his rigidity experimentally through his gym shorts, up and down its pulsating length, bringing it to an even greater hardness from her touch, finally pulling her moist lips away from his own and smiling seductively up at him.
'Let me suck you,' she told him without the slightest indication of the shame or repulsion that his wife Linda would have shown if she had ever been able to give voice to the words. Then, when she unzipped his gym trunks and pulled the material down to release his now fully erect penis, she glowed. 'It's so big and hard.' He had dimly been aware of her bending her head down close to him as she dropped to her knees and added, 'Can I kiss it there?' Not waiting for an answer, she dipped her head and placed her hotly searching lips against the pulsing, moistening tip of his lust-swollen cock.
Yes, yes, kiss it, suck it, he was crying out inside his brain, hearing his own husky, breathless groans of intense pleasure echoing inside the tiny foyer as though he were experiencing it all in a fantasy dream. He closed his eyes in new-found ecstasy as he felt her lips part into a rounded wet oval and slip slowly over his inflated cock until it was lodged in her mouth as far as the ridge encircling the flaring gland on the end. Then he felt her begin probing the tiny opening with her searing hot tongue, sending scalding waves of sensation flooding through his testicles dangling beneath. He thought his whole body would explode from the exquisite pressure building in his cum-laden balls as suddenly he felt her gently stroking fingernails running lightly along the underside of his still swelling shaft. Then they cupped his heavy testicles with warm reverence, alternately tickling at them and kneading them as if trying to pump his swollen aching cock to still greater proportions. Suddenly he could take it no longer.
With an earth-shattering groan from somewhere deep in his chest, Tommy clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips forward, driving his maddeningly throbbing cock as far as he could up into the hot moist cavern of her mouth, feeling its velvety tip bump up hard against the back of her throat. She had grunted from the force of his thrust, squeezing his balls with her fingers until he thought they would burst like eggs in her hands, and then abruptly she had stopped what she was doing. He felt the cool air of the room washing over his turgid shaft coated with her saliva and opened his eyes to look down at her pulling her wide-open lips away.
Without another word, his friend's wife stood up again, her blue eyes smoky with desire as she grasped his long thickness tightly with her right hand and began leading him along behind her.
Her eyes lifted to his and she told him in a voice thick with passion, 'Mmmmm, you've got a really nice prick. Come on into the bedroom.'
