separated for nearly a year.

Her mind drifted to the coming weekend, to the last chance they were going to give themselves for reconciliation. After the weekend she would either remain Mrs. Philip Bacon, or become just plain Louise Bacon.

The man came back from the bathroom and lay down beside her.

'That was wonderful,' he offered.

'Was it?'

'The best.'

'Want some more?'

'I… I don't know if I can get it up,' he replied sheepishly.

Her hand crept down to his limp cock and casually began to heft and caress it with practiced fingers. In spite of his recent come, he responded to her soft, expert touch quickly. In seconds, he was nearly erect again.

'Goddamn, you really know what you're doing!'

'I should,' she chuckled.

With a shake of her head she rolled between his spread legs and primed him again with her hungry wet lips and probing tongue. Soon he was throbbing and swollen with readiness. She released him and got off the bed, her eyes smoldering.

'Sit on the edge,' she ordered crisply.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and she turned her back to him and lowered herself on his lap, her legs dangling over his. She reached between her thighs and rasped his meat, rubbing its crest for a minute in the fiery wetness of her cunt, thoroughly moistening it.

The next moment she gave him the surprise of his life.

She suddenly slid forward a few inches, and, holding him firmly, probed the crevice of her soft, warm buttocks. Then she slid dawn with a sharp cry.

Along with his astonishment, a violent, searing thrill tore through his cock at the incredible tightness of her asshole. Her body trembled wildly for a minute, and she clutched his outer thighs so fiercely with her fingers that he winced in pain. She began to sob, half in bliss, half in pain, as she gently squirmed her asshole on his cock, making him grit his teeth at the fiery pressure.

'Am I hurting you?' he panted.

'Of course you're hurting me,' she hissed. 'You've got a big cock and it's all the way up my asshole. It's bound to hurt. That's why I'm doing it!'

The man was floored. No woman had ever taken his dick so easily up her ass. He could hardly believe it when he felt the flesh part, as if commanded by his cock, and the huge knob slip easily in her rear hole.

She bucked and rammed her ass backward against him. He paused for a moment, straightening up on his knees to look down at the firm joint of their bodies. The monstrous head of his prick had disappeared entirely, swallowed up between the honey-like globes of her ass in a hole that he swore had to be stretched to the breaking point.

They fell forward onto the floor until he was on his knees, dog-fashion, behind her gleaming buttocks.

'Oh God! It's good… it's so fucking good!' she shrieked. 'It feels like your cock is right in the middle of my throat! Is your prick all the way in? Is that all of it? Give it to me! All your cock! Ram the whole fucking thing up my ass!'

'You sure? You really want it all?'

'Yes, yes, you idiot, give it to me!' she cried.

In answer, he rammed forward, impaling her ass on the full length of his thick meat. As he started his long, hard strokes, her ass began furiously meeting his hips, its muscles tightening and loosening around his cock to aid in his complete satisfaction.

Faster and faster he fucked her ass, his need and lust heightened by the sight of her head and tits bobbing wildly. Her dark hair flew, bouncing around her shoulders and falling in soft waves over her back. Saliva dripped from her mouth and curled onto her chin. The snowy globes of her big tits were trembling and rippling, swinging to and fro as they slapped against each other noisily.

Then, as she had before in her cunt, she now went crazy with the cock up her asshole.

She began lunging like an animal on his erect meat. Her sobs and wails got louder and louder as the silken tautness of her asshole drove fierce jolts of electricity through his cock.

'Now, NOW!' she wailed. 'Play with my tits! Squeeze 'em, hurt 'em! Make me come!'

He hungrily cupped her huge melon-like globes in his hands and squeezed and tweaked them from behind, until she was twisting and jerking on him frantically, sucking in her breath with pain and ecstasy. Less than a minute later, an electrifying climax burst in his cock, racing through every nerve in his body.

She came with him, the combined pain and pleasure of her anal climax sending rippling waves of heat across her skin and making her pussy gush its juices.

Her wild, wriggling buttocks finally subsided, and with a groan she pitched forward onto the carpet.

'Why? Why do you do it if it hurts?' the man asked, heaving for breath, but intensely curious.

She smiled. 'Because it feels damn good, too… once you get used to it. The other stuff becomes sort of a drag after a while. You know, honey… new kicks!'

This woman was the best fuck he had ever had. And, now, it was he who wanted more.

'If you can stick around another half hour or so, I think I can get hard again.'

'No way,' she replied, slipping from his grasp and heading for the bathroom, her flashy ass cheeks bobbing delightfully.

'Maybe if I eat you a little I can get hard right away!'

She paused in the doorway. 'I don't have time. My kid gets out of school in half an hour. I gotta take him to Little League practice.'

CHAPTER TWO

The knuckles on Phil Bacon's right hand gleamed white where he gripped the glass. The feel of the glass in his hand helped. What the glass would give him was going to do the job. Three drinks, maybe four, and he could walk the block and a half to her apartment and play out the hand that he had dealt himself. The smiles, the tenderness, the loving words… and the caressing and hard sex. That would be the route with Gloria… all she expected and all he needed.

And then he would be able to go home and sleep, home to his apartment.

He would like to go to his real home and fuck his real wife. She would probably let him. And then she would make fun of him. And the fuck she gave him would be cold and calculating, as it had been ever since the first time she had caught him cheating on her.

Where had it all started? Who had been the first to step out on the other? When would it all end? Would the coming weekend make any difference?

Phil doubted it.

Phil was the type of man that needed more than one woman. Did that make him a heel? He didn't feel he fit that description.

People who knew him considered him a right guy – genial, intelligent, and honest, with a touch of humor sparking his gray eyes. Thirty years old, he was medium-height, with the athletically slim body of a college letterman, dark-haired, rather lean faced and serious.

He was marked for great things in the firm of Harris and Associates. He was, people said, the man to watch. He had just brought a couple of good-sized accounts into the fold and old man Harris had let him know that he was in line for the first upper-level opening that occurred. At that rate, if all went well, he would be a vice-president before he was 40, and by the time he was 50… Well, who could say?

But Phil was far from being a happy man. He let the liquor slide dawn his throat, warming him all the way. He followed the first one with a second quickly and, by the time he was almost through with that, he felt the stuff in his blood, beginning to work on his brain.

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