a baggy suit.
'Guess what, hon?' he asked cheerily when he came in for lunch.
'What?' Sally asked automatically.
'The place is sound as a dollar. Sounder. Listen, I've got this guy who wants a place like this and I think I can turn a quick five grand profit, maybe five and a half. What do you say?'
'If you want to, Hal. This place is getting awfully crowded. There are always people around.' Sally tried to disguise her lack of enthusiasm with a lack of real estate knowledge. She knew she'd never come up to the cabin again. Not now, after Ron Thatcher knew about it.
Sally didn't delude herself that she loved Hal. But there were worse things that a girl her age could be doing than staying married to an eager, successful real estate man. Ron Thatcher might have been spectacular in bed, but there was no love lost between them.
At first, Sally had tried to delude herself into thinking that there was something, a spark of some sort glowing between them. But there was no way. Thatcher had been after her ass and fun and games. After he got them, that was the end. He might be back, sniffing, but not for any of those girlish, romantic reasons she often dreamed up.
She ached all over and was glad Hal wasn't romantic. At least he was considerate and that counted for a lot under certain circumstances.
One of the times Hal breezed in, Sally couldn't resist saying, 'I feel like fucking, Hal!'
'Later, baby. The kids are all running underfoot. Later.'
Later they packed up the kids and got everything into their two cars that was personal. 'I'll have it sold by next weekend,' Hal boasted to John and Tommy while he supervised the loading.
'Aw, Dad,' Tommy said, wrinkling his face in disgust.
'We like it here,' John said hastily, before his father could ask Tommy any questions about his face or tone of voice.
'I know,' Hal said, 'But I'll have another place in a month. I promise you, even better than this one.'
'Well, Dad, this place is like special personal to us.'
Hal gave John a conspiratorial wink. 'Listen, son. It's about time that you were old enough to know that no place is special without a little special pussy. Houses come and go, and you can't hang onto them. They're just a way to make money. The only thing that counts is a good cunt for dipping your wick.' Hal had his arm around his son's shoulders. 'That's something to hang onto.'
'Isn't Mom a good cunt, Dad? Isn't she worth hanging onto?'
Hal laughed nervously. 'Sure she is, son. But your old dad is a stud. He's got to get around and spread his wild oats. I was hoping by now you'd understand. I love your mother and want to keep her forever, and by God I will, but she just doesn't have it. I mean,' and Hal seemed to stumble a little, 'a hot ass she just isn't.'
'How do you know?'
'How do I know?' Hal laughed and tightened his grip around his son's shoulders. 'John, I can see there's a lot I'd better get down to teaching you, the sooner the better. Jesus, son, don't you know any girls to fuck with?'
'I suppose I do, Dad.' And John smiled at Hal…
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
At home that night, Hal turned over in his mind what John had said to him and he realized that he was neglecting Sally a bit. If she weren't so cold, he figured, she'd probably be hurting for a little cock.
Sliding into bed behind her, he rubbed his penis against her nice, soft butt and hinted at what he meant by squeezing her breast. Sally had been half-asleep and she moaned and rolled over quickly, wakening with the thought in mind that it was Ron or Jason or even one of the kids. Seeing her husband was sort of a disappointment.
'What do you want?' she asked coldly. Lately she was always cold to Hal in bed – and he didn't seem to mind so it worked out all right.
'Hey, baby, this is your husband.' He smiled. 'How about a little ass to put me to sleep. You know, rock me to sleep.' He laughed hoarsely.
Sally sighed and pulled her nightgown up to her waist and shoved her panties off into the bed. 'Okay, lover?' she asked.
'O-Kay,' Hal answered. He grinned and got into the saddle, enjoying the way her thighs gripped his waist so firmly and the fine fit of his cock sliding into her moist, warm cunt. It went so smooth it seemed to Hal like Sally had greased her slot.
'I'm sorry about selling the cabin,' Hal said as he pushed his pecker in to the balls. 'I guess this means you won't have any place to go for any more lost weekends – at least for a while.'
'Shut up and fuck,' Sally responded. Her arms dragged at his neck and pulled her husband's lips down on hers. Eagerly her tongue went in his mouth and darted around.
Hal was so surprised, he didn't even suck his wife's tongue while it was there. But he did allow her to suck his tongue into her mouth. And then he was banging his cock in and out of her sex hole and he didn't pay much attention to anything she did.
In and out, in and out, Hal gritted his teeth as his climax rose in him with overpowering swiftness. He didn't try to hold it back. It was going to be great. He knew it. Particularly when Sally whispered in his ear, 'Darling, would you like me to suck your cock afterward?'
His ejaculation came seconds later and he blasted his seed in her quivery cunt. He noticed that she didn't seem to respond overly much. But that was usual. He understood her frigidity. She wasn't like his secretaries who broke into nerveless blobs of flesh, crying and whining whenever he shot his juice into them.
Sally clung desperately to her husband, trying to fill up with his seed, anything to chase the terrible yearning to be fucked that still obsessed her. His fucking was just an appetizer.
Almost before he was off, Sally had twisted around in the bed and was breathing hard on his semen coated cock. Her hot breath made it a little harder, but not much.
Forcing herself, Sally stuck out her tongue and licked her husband's penis from base to tip and, ignoring the semen that smeared on her face, she caressed it with her cheek.
Hal's cock hardened and he suddenly was very interested in his wife's new antics. It was something he'd never had done before.
Slowly she ringed his cockhead with her tongue, sipping the cream off while her slender fingers played happily with his thick stick. Then her mouth slipped over the end and she sucked his blunt cockhead in her mouth and sucked it with a hot pulse beat.
Something happened to Hal that hadn't happened to him in fifteen years. His pecker was getting hard enough to fuck again. It tingled all over and he wanted to put it in her fuck hole and blast off a second time in one night.
Pulling his penis out of her mouth, Hal rolled Sally on her back and mounted her again, spreading her pink thighs and centering his cock on her pretty little cunny, already looking a little used by the neat hair unevenly matted with patches of wet semen.
His prick slid in and it seemed to Hal as if he was sliding it into a volcano. Sally's twat was so hot she seemed to have a fever. In a single moment she was twisting and writhing desperately under him, coaxing his cock to bang in and out faster and faster.
Hal was excited too. He could hardly hold back. His semen welled up toward the tip of his pecker and though he'd thought about making it last a few seconds he knew it was going to feel so good he didn't want to wait even a few seconds.
Roaring happily, he poured his cum into Sally's twitching twat. He even pumped until it was dry.
He was disappointed when she didn't go down on him again. He had sort of hoped that that first experience of hers, eating his semen, would get to be a habit. Something he could cultivate. As before, there was no excitement on her part when he shot his cream into her cunt.
She's just cold, Hal told himself while he was in the bathroom taking a leak. Somehow it didn't ring true, even
