His breath quickened at her blatantcy, and he bit on his lower lip.
'I think it would be a shame to waste a huge hard-on like that,' she said, smiling and looking at him as she sipped on her drink. 'I know I would hate to see it go to waste, and with Rita mad at you, you'll just have to do something else with it than fuck her. Right?'
'I… I… I,' he stuttered.
'What would you say to putting it in my cunt for a change. How would you like to fill my tight little pussy with that huge hardness. You could fuck it between my legs and fill my pussy with your cum. Doesn't that sound like a lot of fun?'
'Oh God!' Owen gasped. His cock was palpitating wildly now, and his brain was reeling. Shit, he knew she had been coming on to him, but this was more than a simple come-on. She was mentally raping him, even though she knew he was warned… Hell, even though she was married herself. His balls began to ache from the presence of quickly gathering sperm. He needed a release, and with Rita thinking about him the way she was, he knew he wouldn't be getting it with her. But he couldn't just fuck another man's wife… could he?
The dark-haired young woman leaned closer to him, and he could feel her hot breath on his cheek, threatening to melt his flesh there. She touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to burn through the cloth. 'Well, love. Wouldn't you like to show me what you can do with that penis of yours? Especially now that it's hard and hot and all?'
'Tina… please… look… I'm married… and…'
'I'm married too,' she retorted, knowing that he would more than likely try to fall back on that excuse. 'Rita doesn't appreciate you… Bob doesn't appreciate me. I say we get back at them.'
Owen opened and closed his mouth again and again, trying to think of something to say. He had been thinking exactly that thought himself, but he never thought he would have the opportunity to go through with it. Now that it did, the reality of the situation was getting too much for him to handle.
'My cunt's on fire right this minute, love,' Tina purred. 'The only thing it wants is a big, hard throbbing penis, flooding the fires with cum and sperm I can see that you have a big cock, Owen…'
As she spoke, she reached out and touched his pulsating, cloth-covered penis.
Owen almost leapt off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electric shock of her touch on his super- sensitive cock. A number of women in college had been this forward, but that was in another time… in another place, when he didn't have a marriage license preventing him from doing what he really wanted.
He was held frozen as Tina stroked his penis lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her caresses. Her breasts pressed softly, hotly, against his arm as she moved still closer to him. Her lips found his jaw and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to trail a path of fire over his shin as her hand continued to run his greatly swollen penis.
'Tina… I… please… for God's sake… what about Bob?'
'You want to fuck me,' she said, ignoring his plea. 'You know you want to fuck me. And I want you to. What more do you need?'
Her voice was like that of a hypnotist's, and Owen could feel his resistance disappearing quickly with each pass her hand made along the hardened shaft of his excited penis.
'No… no… I… Tina… oh, fuck it. Yes, for Christ sake.'
Owen couldn't help himself. The image of Rita telling him that he couldn't satisfy her had made him so pissed off at her that he wanted to prove her wrong. If she didn't want what he had to offer, why shouldn't he fuck a woman who could appreciate him?
And suddenly, his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. Tina's hand began to move faster and faster on his turgid, swollen shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling hers around and around his, darting into his mouth and then pulling out. Without even thinking twice now, Owen brought his hand up and found her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft, hot, pliant flesh momentarily, then pulling open her buttons and reaching inside the garment, exposing one naked breast with its desire-swollen nipple and dark pink aureole. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the head of his cock as she continued to massage him through his pants.
Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft, warm resilient flesh of her round firm breast and his rigidly erect cock jerking almost out of control, he remembered that her husband could come home at any moment. The vision of Bob coming home and seeing him like this struck Owen's mind like a boxer's blow.
MY GOD! What if he walked in on us while we were fucking? I can hold my own against some pretty strong guys, but a husband that catches his wife with another man can get so pissed he would act like a raving animal. I'd never be able to take someone like that. Why the fuck did she have to get me so hot?
He wrenched himself violently from Tina, pulling his mouth from hers, turning his body so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was flushed crimson, mostly from his anger at having pent up arousal that he would not be able to release.
'What's the matter?' she asked in a teasing voice. 'Could it be that Rita was right?'
He wanted to haul off and smash her when she said that, and he turned to face her angrily.
'Or could it be that you're worried about Bob coming home? I'll bet that's what it is. Well… you read the note. I don't think he'll be home for quite some time.'
'No… He might come back… we can't… we shouldn't…'
'Forget about him,' she whispered, almost wishing that she could tell him how she knew her husband wouldn't be in for some time. She didn't want to tip her hand though. 'We have plenty of time. You want to fuck me as much as I want you to. It'll be good, Owen, so wonderful to have your cock up into my cunt, fucking together…'
'No!' he shouted, jumping up from the couch. If he were in his own home, where he had a little more control of the situation, he wouldn't have hesitated, now that his cock was throbbing painfully. But Bob could walk in at any time, and irate husband was one person he never wanted to meet. He could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, and he was aware that his cock was still seeping hot wet droplets of pre-cum into his pants. He had to get out of the house. Bob could be coming back at any moment. He started to walk to where he had dropped his coat over a chair.
And from behind him, Tina's voice whispered, 'Owen, lover.'
He turned, determined that he was putting his foot down with her, but when he saw her, he couldn't say anything. His mouth gaped open, and his eyes felt as though they were going to leave his head with shock.
Tina had already removed her blouse, and was slithering out of her tight jeans, peeling them down over the fullness of her hips and thighs even as he stared at her. She was so eager that she had pulled her nylon panties with her jeans, and as he watched, held transfixed by his increasing lust for her, she stepped out of her clothing, kicking her jeans to one side, and then leaving her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her mouth parted, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing kitten-like. The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the pure black kinked hair of her cuntal mound glistened with the reflection of her overhead lights, tiny drops of her cuntal lubrication looking like jewels in the thickly matted jungle. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as though they had some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long slender legs were moist with the flowing juices from her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
'You like what you see?' she asked. 'Do you like what your neighbor has? You can come and take it, Owen, love.'
'Jesus!' The word choked past his dry throat, and that was all. He could only stare at her, at her totally salacious, wanton pose… and his cock began its maddening pulsations again.
Slowly, deliberately, Tina lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her fingertips to her coal-black curling pubic mound, caressing herself down between her legs, her nails glistening as they blazed a path through the thick silken hair of her cuntal mound. When her fingers reached the glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and fore finger of her right hand on either side of the soft shining lips and gently spread them apart, revealing the tiny pink bud of her clitoris to Owen's lust-ridden gaze. With her left forefinger then, she traced up her cuntal slit until her fingertip came into contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked it once… twice… sending more and more of her cuntal lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower and poised at the lips of her vagina, finally slipping easily up inside, buried all the way to the second knuckle. She pulled it out, then slid it in again… pulled it out, slid it in, finger-fucking herself with glazed-
