'She heard me sucking on your dick,' she said.
He waved that aside.
'Oh, you could have been faking that you could have been sucking on a popsicle or something. I think I see a way out of this situation but I'll need your help.'
She raised her eyebrows.
'What we'll do is, you'll wait here for Jayne. And I'll go out. Better yet, I'll hide here in the closet, so I can hear what you tell her because I can't say I trust you to any great degree. And when she gets here, you can tell her that it was all a big joke. You can say… let's see… yes, you can tell her that you stopped by to use the bathroom or make a phone call or something. A total stranger, you understand. And that I didn't want to remain in the house, alone with a sultry young lady, so I went out to the corner bar, because I am so faithful to Jayne that I wouldn't risk the near occasion of sin. Right? And while you were here the telephone rang and, being a wicked little tramp, you made up that horrid lie just far the fun of it. That ought to work.'
'I don't like to tell lies.'
'You must. You got me in a hell of a mess and you're obligated to get me out of it.'
'Well…'
'Please? Good Lord, Jayne might divorce me.'
'I might. If…'
'Yes?' he said, eagerly. 'If what?'
Shirley was smiling saucily.
She said, 'Well, I don't want to just sit around here, being bored, while I wait for your wife to come charging in. So if I promise to lie to her, you got to give me plenty of prick while I'm waiting. Okay?'
Jonathon considered.
He could see no reason why he shouldn't agree to that.
And now, for the first time, he noticed the way that the naughty nymphette was sticking her juicy ass out. It really was a delectable ass. And this time, quite honestly, be would be doing it for the good of his marriage.
'All right,' he said.
'Oh, goody!'
Shirley crawled onto the bed, on her hands and knees, all ready to be fucked doggy fashion. She looked back over her shoulder and gave her bottom a little flip.
Jonathon knelt behind her.
He bent down and kissed the cheeks of her ass, then pushed his tongue into her asshole for a moment, while his prick got hard as a crowbar.
Shirley giggled and squirmed.
'Not that hole, silly,' she said.
Then, looking thoughtful, she added, 'Although, come to think of it, that's fun, too. If we have time…'
Jonathon fitted his peckerhead to her cunt from the back and slipped it into her. Her ass heaved up and her belly began to pump and grind. Her sweet little ass was jammed tight to his belly and his cock was buried to the hilt in her clutching cunt. He placed his hands on her hipbones, holding them like handles by which he could steer her pussy as he fucked into it.
He began to fuck her dog style.
Shirley, enjoying it no end, whimpered and moaned and thrashed about like a bitch in heat.
Jonathon kept glancing at his watch.
He hoped that they had time to finish this backward balling before he heard a taxi stop in front of the house. It would be frustrating as hell if they had to stop before he had blown his wad into her again.
And because he was nervous and impatient to come, he couldn't seem to get his rocks off. He fucked her as fast as he could, and his cock was thundering, but he just couldn't seem to pass the peak.
They had been screwing for at least a half hour.
Jonathon wondered what was taking his wife so long to get there. He supposed that she was having trouble getting a taxi. That had to be the reason. What else could possibly have delayed her arrival, under the circumstances?
He started to tremble.
His prick was bubbling inside her pussy. He groaned as the thrill began to spin through his mind and body.
He was almost there!
He was going to come before Jayne arrived!
But he needn't have hurried.
Jayne had not left the office yet.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jayne stared at the telephone.
'Hello? Hello? Hello?' she said, automatically, knowing that Shirley – whoever the hell Shirley was – had hung up. Jayne was stunned. She was too shocked and amazed to feel much of anything, at first. She slowly put the telephone down, aware that Reginald Harris was staring at her, a frown furrowing his handsome brow as he realized that something was drastically amiss at Jayne's home.
He raised his eyebrows.
Jayne shook her head.
'What's wrong, Jayne?'
He took a step towards her. He had gone to the door, not meaning to eavesdrop on her conversation with her husband, so he had not heard the exact words exchanged. But it was evident from the sexy girl's expression and tone as she spoke and listened at the phone that things were not right.
Jayne didn't answer for a moment.
She was just beginning to assimilate the fact that her husband was, at that very moment and in her very bed, sixty-nining with some girl named Shirley.
Her first impulse was, as Jonathon had assumed to get a taxi and rush home.
But then she thought: But why?
He's already done it. I can't prevent what has already happened… is happening right now, in fact… what does it matter if I rush home or not? Will I scream and shout at them? Will I yank that bitch's hair out by the roots-bleached hair, no doubt – or should I act reasonable and civilized about it, laugh it off, philosophize… I simply have no idea what to do or say if I go home.
Perhaps I should tell Jonathon that I understand and don't mind because I was doing the same thing with Reginald! That might be the best idea… if I make him jealous, if he thinks that sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, he'll think twice about it before he cheats on me again.
But no! I mustn't let him know that I fooled around with Reginald before I knew that he was fucking and sucking with that horrid Shirley. That would defeat my purpose. I must get the thing in the proper chronological order so that Jonathon is the guilty party and I am blameless – so that it seems. I only let Reginald finger fuck me after and because I found out what my husband was doing.
So I can't hurry home too quickly. I have to leave enough time to make that plausable.
Anyhow, I only let him feel me up – it was just a little harmless fun, really… not at all the punishment that my husband deserves. I'll have to pretend that we did more than that, that we fucked or sucked to make my revenge effective.
But I've never been a good liar.
Jonathon will know I'm just making it up.
Unless…
She looked at Harris. He looked worried and concerned. He also looked handsome and desirable and he still had a huge throbbing lump in his pants.
And it would serve Jonathon right!
