desirous female with basic tendencies, but her husband's case histories of married and divorced men turned gay, of woman turning to each other for physical love instead of their husbands and confessions of incest and sodomy. God, it was better than pornography because it was all true and it had generated tingles of forbidden temptation inside her the likes of which she'd never even dreamed of! She'd even been tempted to experiment with some of the wanton tales that subjects – people just like you and me – had told the interviewer, such as which positions offered the greatest penetration, if they preferred a hard mattress to a water bed – things she'd never considered in her husband's missionary style lovemaking. For him, lovemaking was a fifteen minute affair.
His maddening pattern of inability to satisfy her, in fact, had grown even worse before her increasing, passionate springtime need, until the typing of his reports had, like an aphrodisiac brought her to this very morning!
'How about some ketchup for the eggs, Ann. You know I like to have ketchup with my eggs…' he muffled behind his napkin that dabbed at his mustache.
A grating twinge immediately gnawed at the young wife's belly at her husband's demand. Okay, lover man, she mocked under her breath. He'd been that the night before, all right. As usual, he'd driven her almost to the peak of the mountain, then left her there to get over the top by herself, or slide back down, whichever she preferred. He'd been too tired to know how she'd managed it, but she had and by stealing a few minutes in the bathroom while he's snored like a disgusting, satiated ox in the bed, she'd brought herself to fulfillment with her fingers. It was then she'd decided something had to be done… and it was that something that had brought a smile to her lips this morning.
'Ann?' she heard him, this time turning to her just in time to retrieve the bottle of ketchup offered him.
'Here it is, Carl,' she returned, carefully keeping the irritation from her tone, and it wasn't too difficult. With the morning sunshine, she realized that she had again slept away the frustrated hurt and anger. That, along with the sensuous intentions she'd set her pruriently fevered mind to in luring her husband's assistant into an affair, left her no room for resentment.
Still, Ann couldn't help but remember with a series of tingling sensations just how close Carl had come to satisfying her last night. She'd made him her special dinner – beef stroganoff with noodles and spinach salad which they ate to candlelight and soft music. The mood was set, but Carl's wasn't, his only concern being the stack of tapes on his desk in the study that needed sequential numbering. She'd ignored his mutterings, as she skipped around in her see-through nightie to fill his wine glass before curling up beside him on the sofa and letting him lustfully run his big hands over her nearly naked, erogenous curves – he should have ended up a sex crazed maniac after all that foreplay!
He'd been a panting, rutting animal, and even staggered when they'd made it to the bedroom for the final course. Smoldering, she whipped her nightie over her head, bouncing nakedly onto the bed into a lewd, thigh- spread position like a child playing statue, except that she'd been a very hot young wife with no intentions of taking an immobile part in the game! 'Oh, my dear Annnnn,' he'd purred, thick tongued in a hoarse voice, pulling at his clothes while she laid there watching him.
Sure, he was getting soft with age and noticeably paunchy with an overhang of spare-tire around the middle, but the long, thick hardness of his lust swollen cock standing out from his strong, loins immediately dwarfed all else. Trembling sensations of shameless desire had shivered over her exciting nakedness, her craving eyes riveted on his large, sperm bloated testicles heavily swaying between his legs. God, how desperately she had hoped…!
Suddenly, he'd been on top of her, kissing her with wine dizzying passion, nibbling at the hardened pink nipples of her swollen breasts, running his big, searing hands over her wetly throbbing pussy, while his cock throbbed against the sensitive flesh of her thigh. He'd muttered and panted to her sensual writhings beneath him, choking out obscene, stimulating words and phrases of love that had fervidly goaded her to a point of whorish lust. God, she'd suck him if he'd let her! But no… no, not first! He had to… had to make her cum at least once before anything else, and she wanted to do nothing that might destroy that possibility!
He drunkenly crawled between her trembling thighs which she'd anxiously spread wide for him. 'I'm going to fuck you right out of your mind, my dear, Ann!' he'd lewdly promised, using the right four-letter words to spur her on. Their graphic sounds fired her with wild chills of intensive passion.
Was this really her husband saying, 'Put it in, baby! Stuff it in your hot little cunt!'
She'd been that certain of the 'at last' moment when she'd reached down and grasped the heated length of his solid, thick cock to splay open the moistened lips of her hungrily throbbing cunt, placing its fleshy head at the mouth of her cunt. Impatiently, she'd spread her legs even further as she raised her steaming loins up to him, confident that this time his fantastic hardness was going to do it for her, and not caring how hard he fucked that first time! Getting it in was the main thing.
He had! His huge, hotly throbbing cock had raced into the liquid channel like a flash, filling the dilated core of her seething young body with an enchantment of fury. Yes… yes, this time it would happen for sure! She'd fervently reasoned, straining beneath this powerful man, her husband, in sluttish abandon!
His raging cock had wildly pounded in and out of the tight, pink opening up between her legs, while he grunted and spewed deliciously foul words and phrases down at her, each and every one inciting her all the more.
'Oh… oh, Carl… lover! It's wonderful! Yesssss…! Fuck me out of my mind… just like you promised!'
'Yehhhhhh… right out of my beloved's mind!' he gasped. 'Your lover man's really filling you this time, isn't he?'
'Oooooohh yes, darling… yessss! A-and I'm going… going to suck it for you… make it cum right in my mouth!' she'd obscenely hissed up at him, realizing now that her lewd promise had been her first mistake because he had gone out of his mind in excited anticipation.
She'd felt the tremble of muscular tension ripple over his big heavy body above her. 'Goddamn!' he blurted. 'And… and you mean it, too, don't you, Ann? S-suck me off…! Oh! Get ready, Ann, Carl's coming in!' And then a quarter of a second later, 'Oh, damn, oh damn, oh damn!'
And he had, his cock had raced into her frantically churning pussy and began to spew its life draining, masculine semen into her. With bitter frustration, she'd dug her long red nails into his naked ribs, his arms, his shoulders!
'Oh, no… ooohhh, noooo, Carl. Please!' she begged, even knowing it was useless as she thrust her wetly pulsating loins up at him to accept his warmth puddling into her belly…!
Until finally, there'd been nothing but the rolling of his passed out frame off of her, the wild burning hunger aflame in her loins and belly nearly driving her to tears! She wasn't about to try and haul him up onto the pillow; in fact, he could have died right there and she would have celebrated! The bastard! The stupid old selfish bastard! Oooohhhh… and she'd been so ready and so hot!
With a loud 'hmmmppphhh' she sat up, taken Carl's hand to place his thick fingers the way she wanted them, and then wormed two of them up into her hotly seething cunt. She locked her naked thighs to hold his fingers in place while she obscenely squirmed and writhed her naked loins onto their semi-limpness, at the same time fingering her tiny, sensitively erect clitoris. In the interim of building climax, she'd lustfully fondled his long flaccid cock and played with his emptied balls, but all of it together as she remembered it now, had hardly been a night of love… anything but the erotic scene she'd so desperately hoped for!
'You think you could be at the lab in about an hour or two?' her stodgy husband wanted to know as he pushed his chair away from the breakfast table, his napkin neatly folded at the place setting. He was a most meticulous man.
CHAPTER TWO
The Medical Center was nestled in a grove of Eucalyptus trees on the west side of the hill, separating the hospital from the Research Center and classrooms that were scattered over the hills. Everything on 'Pill Hill', as the doctors, professors, and research students called it affectionately, was painted white and now, in the late morning sun, the hill had a magical feeling to it. Buzzing with activity, students rushed to and from classes, eyes glued to the sidewalk in worry… spring time was a time of completion – graduation, diplomas and careers all pending.
