ability. Beth genuinely enjoyed having her slot reamed. He wasn’t sure Babs did.
He worried the whole day, worried himself sick until he got home that night and found Beth in a jubilant mood, hot to trot and eager to fuck.
God, she was good. Experience didn’t mean shit. She was an outstanding lay because she loved it. If she got any better, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He fucked her twice that night, and she still seemed to want more.
CHAPTER SIX
Beth’s perspective changed when she was sober and not possessed with the hots. She knew she had done wrong, cheated again, and this time with two men at once. It had been a thrilling experience and it made her tingle just to think about it, but she had to control her urges, not let her cunt be her master. Doc wanted her to be a party girl and made no bones about it now. He had dozens of influential clients who required the services of young, attractive women. And she could make a lot of dough while she had fun, too. She got a two hundred dollar bonus for her evening with Carson. She took the money, but insisted that it was the first and last time. Doc knew better.
Beth kept her vow of fidelity for over a week thanks mostly to her period, which surprised her when it arrived because she was sure she must be pregnant.
It had been nine days since she was fucked and she was ready. She arrived home at the same time as Andy, only he wasn’t alone. He was with his boss, Maxie something-or-other. Andy got out of his boss’ car and came over and opened her door.
“Hi, honey,” he said. “My Goddamn car blew a head gasket on the way to work and I had to have it towed to the shop. The boss was good enough to give me a lift home.”
Max came over to her car. She hadn’t met him and he wasn’t anything like she’d imagined, especially from all the praise Andy had piled on his shoulders. He was short, maybe five two or three, fat, completely bald, an ugly little man. His teeth were crooked and had large gaps, making him look kind of stupid when he grinned. He wasn’t stupid, though. He was one smart dude, Andy had said so.
“Hi, Mr., uh…” She hesitated, not wanting to mispronounce his name.
“Call me Maxie, Fat Maxie,” he said, grinning. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Mrs. Miller.”
Beth thought it strange he would call her Mrs. Miller. He was twice her age. She took his arm. “Come in and have a drink, Maxie. You deserve a reward for bringing my old man home.”
He giggled and let her lead him to the house.
She kind of liked him. He was cute, in a way. He wasn’t much older than Doc, but looked quite a bit older, and he wasn’t beautiful like Doc. He was nice, though, and she could see he was taken with her. Beth thoroughly enjoyed being appreciated, especially by men.
Beth made the drinks, and made them strong. She sat on the couch beside her husband and crossed her magnificent legs. Maxie was shy and tried to avoid looking at her exposed thighs, but couldn’t help sneaking quick looks. Beth knew he was enjoying the view and it made her tingle.
They quickly destroyed two rounds and it was obvious that they were affecting Andy more than anyone else. He got silly almost immediately. She insisted they have another and made Andy’s extra strong.
When she sat back down, she made sure she showed plenty of skin. Maxie was obviously embarrassed so Beth decided not to get too brazen, just tease the funny little man, get him hot and bothered.
“Drink up,” she said.
“Jesus, Beth, I’m getting smashed. I can hardly see,” Andy said, and drained his glass.
She got up and made him another. She turned to Maxie. “Ready yet?” she asked.
“Not quite.” He held up his glass. It was almost empty.
“Sure you are,” Beth said. She came over and took his glass, letting her hand rest on his for a moment.
“Let’s see, Andy said you are married. Right?”
“Yes. And we have two girls.”
“Wonderful. What’s she like? Your wife.”
“She’s short and fat, like me. So’s the girls. We’re all kind of funny looking.”
“Don’t put yourself down, Maxie. It’s not true.”
“Come on, Mrs. Miller, I’m not attractive… to women, never have been. I don’t kid myself.”
She brought his glass back and handed it to him, touching his hand again. “Mrs. Miller sounds so stuffy. Call me Beth, or better, honey.”
Maxie blushed.
Andy had his head back, his eyes half closed. He groaned.
Beth went and sat down beside him. Her skirt was above mid-thigh. “Finish your drink, Andy. Don’t be a party pooper.” She picked up his glass and put it to his lips. “Come on now, take a little drinkie.” She giggled, tipped up the glass. He took a sip, coughed, took another. She kept up until he had drained the glass. “That’s a good boy,” she said.
She looked at Maxie, saw his eyes dart up from her hemline, and smiled. She let her own eyes drop to his crotch. His belly hid most of it, but his pants were tight around his thick thighs and his cock bulged big in his pantsleg. She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue, making them shine. It was obvious. Maxie had a humdinger of a hard-on, and his cock was thick, just like the rest of him.
“I’m afraid Andy can’t hold his liquor tonight,” she said. “He usually does better than this.”
Andy was slumped, his chin resting heavily on his chest.
“I think you need one more, Maxie… honey,” she said.
Maxie didn’t object this time. He handed her his glass.
She made him another, not too strong, didn’t want him passing out, too. She was aware of his hungry eyes. Her pussy tingled with excitement. It was fun to excite a man, even if nothing was intended. She brought him his drink then sat on his lap. She put one arm around his neck.
“Is that about right?” she asked.
He took a sip. “Perfect,” he answered.
She felt his hand go around her waist.
“Won’t Andy object if you sit on my lap?”
“He’s passed out.” She put her other arm around his neck. “He won’t know I’m sitting on your lap.”
She felt his cock against her ass. God, it’s big, she thought. She leaned her face close to his. “He’s out cold and won’t know anything that happens,” she whispered.
The fat little man’s hand tightened around her waist as he kissed her. His lips were thick and his mouth open. She tightened her grip around his neck and pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. “I liked that. Put your drink down and do it right,” she said.
He put his drink on the floor and put both arms around her, one of his hands pressing over her tit.
“My nipples get so hard when I kiss,” Beth said, and put her mouth over his.
She didn’t need to tell Maxie. He could feel the hard knob against his palm.
“You can probably feel it,” she said. “I’m not wearing a bra. I usually don’t.”
Maxie kissed her hard, his fit cock throbbing against her butt. He knew she could feel it. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, not with a choice cunt like Beth Miller, and he wasn’t going to let it get away from him. Oh, he fucked his secretary regularly, but she was a dog, and much too thin. He’d screwed his best friend’s wife, once, at a party when they were both drunk, and he knew a couple of pros who were young and attractive who took special care with him when he had the hots and was in town. And he even fucked his wife once a week, but she didn’t really dig it anymore. And last week, just last week, while the old lady had taken the youngest shopping he’d fucked the oldest. She was seventeen and ripe as a plump tomato. She told him she’d wanted him to do it to her for a long time. She also told him she was virgin, which she wasn’t. His thick pole had gone in too easy and too far. He’d lost control and cum inside her, too. He’d sworn that he would never do it again, but he knew he would, and he’d screw the other one in a year or two. He knew it deep down.
He opened a couple of buttons and slipped his hand inside her blouse. Jesus, what tits. He really liked Andy,
