milk-white titties to the cool air-conditioned air.
She looked down at the softly billowing mounds with secret admiration. Though they were huge, they had a youthful firmness that deliciously accented their size. Her tiny nipples, crested on blushing-pink areoles, grew pebble hard in the slight breeze that blew through the air-conditioning unit. Casually, she dropped her hand to one gently trembling tit and squeezed it, feeling its nipple spike out erectly against her palm. A delicious sexy feeling drifted through her body, igniting something responsively warm in her cunt. Her other hand touched her thigh and slipped up the tanned smoothness till her thumb rested against the crotch-band of her tight shorts.
Though her husband had been anything but attentive to her needs, there were ways of quenching the flames that flickered hotly through her young pussy. Often, when Grant had gone off for several days, she'd made herself cum by sticking one hand beneath her panties and rubbing her fingers against her frustratedly tingling pussy lips and clit. She'd had no guilt about that, just an emptiness inside when she realized how much better a real cock fucking deep into her love-starved cunt hole would feel.
She withdrew her hands from her tit and from between her long slender legs and retied her halter straps, reminding herself again that one of her friends could drop by at any time and she had no wish to be caught with her hand in her cunt – so to speak.
The well-endowed blonde rose to her feet from the couch. The moment of hot excitement she'd just experienced had sent her into a confused state of mind. She wanted to touch herself, to finger her impassioned cunt until she came, but she had an uneasy feeling that she had better leave it till later when there was no chance that someone would just drop by and visit.
The lewdly aroused young wife went over to the bar and made a drink, then returned to the living room.
Suddenly there was a sound outside at the front of the house. She tensed, took a sip of her drink, then set it down out of sight behind the huge lamp. She heard a squeal of tires in the gravel driveway, the slamming of a car door, and then the expected sound of footsteps scuffling in gravel.
'Claire! Hey, Claire Wells!' she heard a man's voice as she hurried into the living room. She saw the muscular figure of Lyle Rhodes running up the walk to the front door.
'Jesus, it's good to see you, Claire.' He embraced her as soon as he'd flung the door open. 'I only have a few days here and I just had to see you!'
'Why, I thought you would be out at the site for weeks,' she smiled weakly.
'Made a deal with the boss out there. A little trade for some more time at the compound.' She smelled alcohol on his breath as he kissed her. 'He thinks he's made the bargain of his life and that I'm the biggest sucker in the world. But he hasn't had a look at you!' He laughed.
'What are you talking about?' She drew away from him. 'After all, I am a married woman.'
'Some goddamn husband,' Rhodes said loudly. 'He's crazy to leave a sexy little girl like you alone out here in this dump with a hot, horny pussy.'
'You've been drinking.' She laughed in spite of herself. 'Or you would not talk to a married lady like this.'
'Okay. Your husband is a fine guy and I wish him all the luck. But if you were my wife…' He left the sentence to speak for itself as his eyes flickered across her hugely straining tits, then down to the enticing 'vee' of her swelling pussy mound encased beneath her revealingly tight summer shorts.
Claire felt uncomfortably undressed from the obscene looks he was giving her as she walked across the bare tile floor of the hall to the partition separating the modernly furnished living room from the dining room.
He dropped down on the couch. 'Look, your husband doesn't give you enough cock to last you through the day, but I will.'
'You make it sound so romantic,' she said.
'Romance to me is fucking you.' He looked comically satisfied with himself.
'That's all over. All of it,' she said firmly.
'You've got no idea how good I can make you feel. When's the last time you got fucked by your husband? The last time he really satisfied you?'
'God, will you please stop!' she said.
'All I care about is you, baby. Jesus Christ, maybe I'd like to have a little something to drink,' he said.
'What would you like? Really, all I've got is rum and some brandy. I was so upset earlier that I already fixed a daiquiri for myself.'
'For God's sake.' He lumbered up from the couch. 'You're acting like a virginal teenybopper.'
She moved quickly over to the bar, with Lyle Rhodes practically panting down her neck.
'I told you how I felt about what happened in the car.' Her hands trembled as she poured a shot glass of rum into a tumbler. It didn't help her any that Lyle sat down on a chair by the bar and watched her as she made the drink.
Lyle Rhodes was strongly built with big bruiser forearms and a thickly muscled neck that bulged and rippled when he got angry, which he appeared to be now. He looked better suited to be a construction worker, rather than an engineer, with his deep desert tan and healthy build. Claire looked at the handsome man now as she set some ice cubes from the ice bucket on the bar top. The way he fucked her visually, practically x-raying through the small halter and her hip-hugging shorts, sent a forbidden tingle of excitement roaring into her denied young belly.
'Sometimes I get the feeling I'm running around in circles,' he said. 'What is it with you?'
'Nothing.' She shuddered and handed him the daiquiri, suddenly wishing she hadn't made him a drink.
'You know what you are?' He held her by the waist. 'A little cock-tease. That's what we used to call chicks who played around in college.'
'Nonsense,' she said.
He grinned. 'Okay then, let's drop the subject… temporarily.' He watched her as she came out from behind the bar and kept watching the sexy blonde as she sat down gracefully on the Persian rug in front of the coffee table.
'Today's the day you and I were going to finally fuck.' He rose and stood to the side of the large picture window. 'Let's be blunt about it.' He looked directly at the nervous young wife. 'You promised you'd fuck me.'
'I said nothing of the sort,' she said.
Rhodes wheeled around and dropped to the Persian rug beside her. 'Christ, Claire. I haven't been able to think about anything but fucking you. You know I'm crazy about you!'
'Stop talking like that.' She shivered.
An edge of craziness burst in little lust-sparks through his eyes as he took in the lovely wife's voluptuously curved body in a long heated glance. She turned her face away from him, looking out toward the street. The street was deserted, as it always was this time of the day. The temperature would be well up past the hundred mark and no one who had a choice would be outside.
Lyle Rhodes touched Claire's knee lightly and ran his fingers up the tanned softness of her naked thigh. Tiny goose-bumps rose on her skin, and she tensed, trying to pull her long tapered leg away. But it was useless. His groping fingers dug hard into her trembling thigh, drawing painful welts from its smooth surface.
'God, let me go,' she whimpered.
'If it's your husband you're worried about, you might as well forget it,' he said with an edge of anger in his voice.
Claire's heart seemed to be beating out of control in her temples.
'Claire, baby, we're alone, for Christ's sake.' He lifted his drink with his free hand, drank half of it down, then set it on the teak coffee table between them.
'That's what I'm worried about.' The blonde tried again to squirm free.
She looked down at his hand pressed against her shaking leg and a feeling of helplessness rushed through her young body. Her conscience told her to fight against him, but another forbidden emotion made her want his hard cock fucking hard in her cunt. She felt as hot as the air outside, as though she and the rising tides of passion were one with the heat outside.
'My God, it would be all over the compound in an hour if I let you screw me.' She looked past him toward the street.
'Shit,' Lyle said, moving his hand up from her sleek inner thigh toward the tight leg-band of her short shorts.
Claire leaped to her feet and rushed into the bedroom, with Lyle scrambling up and racing behind.
'For the last fucking time!' He grabbed her and pushed her against the dresser. She fell backward, knocking
