Chapter 2

The next morning was a working school day, and Tommy Singleton awoke earlier than usual, wondering why he was feeling such a sense of anticipation and excitement. He glanced briefly at the still sleeping form of his wife Linda, clad only in a short nightie of sheer nylon that hid nothing of her physical charms from his view. She was Iying flat on her back, her creamy white thighs exposed all the way to the softly enticing little triangle of blonde curls up between their firmly rounded smoothness. He could see the inviting pink folds of her pussy pouting chastely up between her slightly spread legs, and he wanted more than anything at that moment to drop his head down there and thrust his tongue deep up into her unprotected innocent cunt, but he knew that she would never permit him to enjoy himself that way -- or permit herself to enjoy it, he added grimly. Hungrily he let his eyes pass on up over the filmy fabric clinging to her taut white belly to the delectable little indentation of her navel clearly visible through the sheer garment and farther up to the sweeping rise of her fully ripe breasts. Little upward thrusts were made where the tiny pink buds of her nipples pressed teasingly up against the thin nylon, and he licked his lips at the delicious sight before reluctantly turning away to get dressed.

As he finished shaving and looked at himself in the mirror, he suddenly remembered why he felt so anxious to get out of the house and off to school. He smiled at his image with a boyish grin, his brown eyes sparkling with unconcealed joy as he recalled the conversation with his fellow coach, Fred Furness, the day before. He could hardly wait to get that phone call he had been promised. Being involved for so long with the girl he had just married, it had been easy to forget for the time being that he had always been attractive to women, and now he found himself bursting with a renewed energy. He pulled on the loose velour slip-over sweater that only coaches could get by with in a public school, unable to resist admiring the way it clung to his muscular shoulders and chest. Hell I'm practically irresistible, he grinned into the mirror, and then he left the house quietly, getting into his yellow sports car with a feeling of elation he had not experienced for what seemed like years.

Avoiding the usual bull session taking place in the faculty room at the school, Tommy went directly to his tiny office behind the gymnasium and watched the telephone as if he could make it ring with his eyes. When it finally did jingle in two short bursts after the end of the second period, he was sitting ready to answer it and held it up to his ear before the bell stopped sounding.

"Hello, Fred?" he blurted into the instrument anxiously.

"Hi, is that you, Tommy?" came the soft feminine voice.

It was Grace Furness, Fred's wife! Her sweetly seductive voice seemed to flutter inside his ear, making his body ache with desire.

"Yes. Grace?" he stammered. "I-I was expecting to hear from Fred." He wondered if something had gone wrong.

"Yes, I know. But I thought it would be better if I called you myself. I think we ought to have a little talk," she breathed into the phone.

"1, uh, fine," Tommy managed to say. "When would be a good time?"

"How about this afternoon, right after school?" Grace asked. "Fred tells me you don't have a practice on for today -- he does, though."

"Right. And I'm free last period too," he offered, regaining some of his composure after the shock of hearing her voice instead of the one he had expected.

"Why don't you come by as soon as you can then," Grace suggested. "We can have a drink and see how we feel. Okay?"

"Okay! Great," Tommy replied, his pulse beginning to race as he detected the promise in her voice. "Say about two-thirty or so?"

"If that's as soon as you can make it, fine with me," she teased. Then she laughed and added, "Just don't waste any time with those dikes from the women's physical education department."

"Don't worry about that," Tommy put in, feeling bolder by the minute as he heard her expressing her own anticipation and interest. "I never waste time with women who are duds."

She laughed again, louder this time. "I'm sure you don't, lover. See you later."

"Yeah, later," Tommy responded, and then they hung up.

It was all he could do to keep his mind on his work until he finished with the last group of students. When they had finally dispersed with the buzzer signaling the end of sixth period, Tommy grabbed up the small bag containing his street clothes without bothering to change from his coaching shorts. He left the office in the gym the way it was, knowing that the custodian would lock up before the day was over and ran to his car in the parking lot.

It was close to three o'clock when Tommy's wife Linda finally decided she needed to talk to somebody. She never expected her husband home before at least four or four-thirty, and she felt she really needed an outlet for her confused feelings before she had to face him again.

After thinking about it, she knew there was only one person who would be willing to listen, and perhaps would have some good advice for her.

Grace Furness.

She hated to do it, even though she liked Grace well enough to become close friends with her. But she had formed an almost instantaneous aversion to Grace's husband Fred, and she felt this would always stand in the way of any intimate contact socially with Grace. Even so, she decided, there just wasn't anybody else she could talk to, and Grace was conveniently nearby -- you could see the back windows of the Furness apartment across the courtyard of the condominium.

Without any further hesitation, not even bothering to call first since they lived so close, Linda slipped on her sandals with crepe rubber soles and stepped out of the apartment.

Speaking to the other young wives she encountered on the way, Linda looked at their unconcerned smiling faces and wondered if any of them had gone through the same experiences when they were first married that she was now going through. They all seemed contented and happy, and it was hard for her to believe that they could have had any serious problems. She reluctantly admitted to herself as she waited for the elevator up to the fifth floor that it was possible her difficulties with Tommy were all her own fault.

It seemed impossible, but maybe she was just too darned prudish in her outlook on sex, she reflected. She had always thought of herself as a liberated woman who had rejected the outdated ways of her parents' generation, but who was to say that some of their outmoded thinking about sex hadn't been so deeply instilled in her from an early age that she didn't even know it was affecting her.

She sighed heavily as the door of the elevator opened onto the fifth floor corridor. It'll be difficult, she told herself as she turned left and started for the Furness' door, but I've got to try to be absolutely frank with Grace, making it very clear what it is I want to ask her about. She was trying to form the words in her mind for all the questions she had -- mostly about the perverse demands Tommy had been making since they were married, when finally she found herself standing outside the thin wood door of Grace and Fred's apartment.

Her index finger was poised over the button of the doorbell, ready to ring, when suddenly she froze in place, the unexpected sounds coming to her ears through the door shocking her into immobility.

"Let me suck you first," came the voice of Grace Furness, husky with passion and desire. She and whoever she was talking to must have been just inside the foyer entrance to the apartment, her words were so clear to Linda's hearing.

There was a mumble of a man's lower voice saying something she couldn't understand, followed by the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened.

"Oohhh, it's so big and hard, lover," came Grace's voice again. "Can I kiss it here?"

Instead of an answer, Linda heard a low moan of pleasure unlike anything she had ever heard before. She stood like a stone statue in the hall, the overpowering sounds rushing through her mind so loud she thought she must be about to faint and fall to the floor. The moaning male voice continued for what seemed an eternity, and then Grace's voice came to her through the door again.

"Mmmmmm, you've really got a nice prick," Linda distinctly heard her say. "Come on into the bedroom. You can hear everything through these paper-thin doors."

There came the sound of retreating footsteps inside, and then there was silence, only the deafening rushing in Linda's mind going on and on as she tried to comprehend and accept what she had just overheard without meaning to eavesdrop.

Abruptly, as though a warning signal had gone off inside her head, she turned and raced down the hallway to the stairwell, not willing to wait for the elevator again. She ran until she was back in her own home, confusion running rampant through her thoughts.

She had unwittingly discovered something about the wife of her husband's friend and colleague which she would have given all the money in the world not to know. And she had been just about to ask Grace for personal advice! A wife who was obviously being unfaithful to her husband.

Of course, Linda reminded herself without being convinced, it was possible that Grace's husband had come home from school earlier than usual, but that wasn't likely. And besides, the obscene act Grace must have been performing on the other side of the closed door to her apartment was almost unthinkable to the young wife's mind, even with her own husband. That had been one of the very subjects she had wanted to ask Grace about if she had found the courage to do so, but now it seemed forever impossible.

There was only one thing to do, Linda finally decided as she nervously prepared herself some iced tea to vainly try to calm her nerves. She would have to try to work it out in her own mind without any outside help.

She added inwardly to herself, I have to forget that I ever even thought of going to Grace Furness for advice. I have to forget that I know anything I shouldn't. I couldn't face either Grace or her husband again knowing that. I wasn't there. I wasn't there, she kept repeating until finally she thought the unintentional knowledge she had was emptied out of her memory.

But deep in a secret recess of her inner mind, the question she had not verbalized hung unanswered: Who was the man with Grace Furness?

As Grace led him toward the bedroom, Tommy Singleton felt his blood rushing wildly through his veins. He just wasn't able to believe this fantastic woman. He had come to the door thinking that the two of them would have a round-about conversation on the topic he had come to discuss with her, perhaps even ending up with her saying she couldn't go through with it with another man than her husband. But she had totally surprised him.

As soon as the door had closed behind him, she had thrown her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, pressing her hot moist lips against his. Her tongue began spearing into his mouth hungrily and she groaned hoarsely as though she had been starved for it for years and years. Her warmly trembling body ground up against his with all her strength, and as she pressed and squirmed her loins into his, he was aware of his aching penis beginning to throb and jerk up inside his restricting jockey-strap under his gym shorts. He felt the twin mounds of her firmly resilient breasts pushing tightly into his muscular chest, the thin t-shirt he wore and her flimsy sheath dress not preventing his feeling the tiny erect buds of her nipples digging into his skin like hard buttons.

Tommy had been sure she was not wearing anything underneath the thigh-length dress made of some synthetic material. Then, when he dropped the satchel he was carrying and wrapped his arms around her, slipping his hands up and down her writhing torso, he found he was right. He had not felt a brassiere strap, and lightly gliding his fingertips on down to the gently sloping flare of her undulating hips, he discovered she was not wearing panties either. The thought of her ripe young flesh completely naked under the thin garment clinging to her like icing on a cake excited him still further, and he thrust his throbbing genitals up tight against her softly heaving belly, at the same time flicking his tongue serpent-like around hers darting wetly in and out between his open lips.

Then the incredulous young husband had scarcely been able to believe his senses when his friend's wife slipped her hands lightly over the rippling muscles on his back and on down to his buttocks, clenched tightly as he ground his pelvis into hers. She squeezed them appreciatively in a way no other woman had ever done, gradually moving her hands around to force them between their passionately locked loins and without hesitation finding his blood-inflated cock with her fingers. She fondled his rigidity experimentally through his gym shorts, up and down its pulsating length, bringing it to an even greater hardness from her touch, finally pulling her moist lips away from his own and smiling seductively up at him.

"Let me suck you," she told him without the slightest indication of the shame or repulsion that his wife Linda would have shown if she had ever been able to give voice to the words. Then, when she unzipped his gym trunks and pulled the material down to release his now fully erect penis, she glowed. "It's so big and hard." He had dimly been aware of her bending her head down close to him as she dropped to her knees and added, "Can I kiss it there?" Not waiting for an answer, she dipped her head and placed her hotly searching lips against the pulsing, moistening tip of his lust-swollen cock.

Yes, yes, kiss it, suck it, he was crying out inside his brain, hearing his own husky, breathless groans of intense pleasure echoing inside the tiny foyer as though he were experiencing it all in a fantasy dream. He closed his eyes in new-found ecstasy as he felt her lips part into a rounded wet oval and slip slowly over his inflated cock until it was lodged in her mouth as far as the ridge encircling the flaring gland on the end. Then he felt her begin probing the tiny opening with her searing hot tongue, sending scalding waves of sensation flooding through his testicles dangling beneath. He thought his whole body would explode from the exquisite pressure building in his cum-laden balls as suddenly he felt her gently stroking fingernails running lightly along the underside of his still swelling shaft. Then they cupped his heavy testicles with warm reverence, alternately tickling at them and kneading them as if trying to pump his swollen aching cock to still greater proportions. Suddenly he could take it no longer.

With an earth-shattering groan from somewhere deep in his chest, Tommy clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips forward, driving his maddeningly throbbing cock as far as he could up into the hot moist cavern of her mouth, feeling its velvety tip bump up hard against the back of her throat. She had grunted from the force of his thrust, squeezing his balls with her fingers until he thought they would burst like eggs in her hands, and then abruptly she had stopped what she was doing. He felt the cool air of the room washing over his turgid shaft coated with her saliva and opened his eyes to look down at her pulling her wide-open lips away.

Without another word, his friend's wife stood up again, her blue eyes smoky with desire as she grasped his long thickness tightly with her right hand and began leading him along behind her.

Her eyes lifted to his and she told him in a voice thick with passion, "Mmmmm, you've got a really nice prick. Come on into the bedroom."

Now as they entered the bedroom together, Grace's fingers gave his painfully hardened cock a final playful squeeze and, before his very eyes, she raised her arms to lift the scanty sheath dress over her head with one sweeping motion and threw it onto a chair. She stood completely naked before his gaze, her breasts standing out in front of her as firmly as a young girl's, the rosy pink nipples erect in the center of their aureoles. Seeing his lustful eyes fixed on her rounded white mounds, Grace cupped them in her hands and squeezed them tantalizingly, letting her fingers play over the upthrust rubbery buds of her nipples. Her lewdly suggestive action caused his cock to jerk up into even greater hardness, and she riveted her eyes on its thickness, watching its pulsating, blood-filled tip a moment before commenting, "I like it. It's going to feel good going up inside me. Oh God, I want it in me."

Tommy stood transfixed like a saint before a vision of heaven as her hands slipped down from her breasts over the taut smoothness of her belly, his eyes following as they traced the outward-flaring curve of her full hips and then moved slowly toward the thin curls of the blonde triangle nestled up between her statuesque, marble-white thighs. She clasped the provocative, hair-covered mound with both hands, her fingers disappearing into the barely visible pink layers of flesh surrounding the opening to her vagina.

My God, what a woman, Tommy thought as he looked on at the obscene spectacle she was giving him. If only my wife Linda would act this way sometimes!

In front of him, Grace Furness probed into the pliant outer flanges of her own moistening cunt, the middle finger of her right hand finding and massaging the tiny quivering bud of her clitoris. She groaned loudly this time and pressed her full resilient thighs tightly together around her fingers, her whole body beginning to undulate slowly before him like a mesmerizing serpent.

Then, without warning, she flung herself back onto the bed behind her, drawing up her knees and spreading them wide apart to reveal to his eyes her pinkly glistening pussy-lips.

"Oh God," she moaned, staring wide-eyed past the twin mounds of her upward heaving white breasts at his wildly jerking bone- hard cock. "Get your clothes off before I die. I want you to fuck me." She squirmed and twisted her buttocks tightly down into the mattress as she repeated the lewd, lust-inciting phrase over and over, the obscene words on her sensual lips exciting him into a crescendo of rising passion.

Tommy began desperately stripping his few clothes from his body, dropping his already opened gym pants and shorts to the floor and almost ripping off his t-shirt, finally standing over her writhing body with his cock pointing at the ceiling in nakedly throbbing erection. Grace Furness lifted her body slightly from the bed as she arched her back in excitement, as if raising her openly spreading cunt up to him in sacrifice, her eyes remaining riveted on his thickly menacing shaft standing out in the air.

Then he lay down on the bed beside her, his breath coming faster and faster as he pulled her gently undulating body over to him with his strong young arms. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them; they were beautifully firm and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against his and she raised her face up hungrily to his, locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand searched down between their bodies for the hardness of his penis. Tommy gasped as her startingly cool fingers closed around his rigidity and pulled him forcefully closer to her, crushing the full length of her body against his. She was grinding her pelvis tightly into his loins, and then she suddenly twisted her body, pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them. Their lips were still moistly pressed together, hers soft and giving under his harsher pressure, tiny chills flying over his skin as her tongue darted like a wet penis in and out of his mouth in a motion to match the obscene thrust of her loins up against his.

His still expanding, throbbing cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow wetness of her eager cunt that nibbled like another mouth at its turgid tip-end. She arched her body for a moment levering them both up off the bed and, reaching back under her buttocks with both hands, stretched her vaginal lips slowly apart. She pushed her openly spread pussy-mouth up into greater contact with the sensitive flesh of his hotly pulsing hardness and held herself like that for a moment, the gently clasping slit teasing and sucking at his distended glans.

"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered up into his mouth, slipping her hands out from under her, her nails trailing across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping the fullness of her clenching and unclenching ass-cheeks in his palms and jerking her moistly receptive pussy tighter up against him. He moved up and down slowly, feeling her beginning a more desperate rotation under him until her legs, without warning, snaked out wider on either side of his body, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, urging him tighter into her.

"Ohhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now!" she moaned into his mouth, her eyes shut tight, her pelvis grinding in little circles. Tommy groaned as he felt the soft silky hair around her vagina graze teasingly against the pulsating, blood-filled end of his cock, forcing it into greater hardness from the excruciating pressure.

Unable to hold back another second, Tommy flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove his cock with flesh- separating insistence up into the rubbery hot moistness of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned beneath him, a sensual flutter in her voice. He felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his nakedly sensitized rod. It entered with a slight resistance of her velvety flesh, as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time, except that it was better because he knew she was controlling her vaginal muscles that way to give him infinitely more pleasure. He relished the knowledge that it would be like this every time he fucked her, 'cause he sure didn't intend for this to be the last time. This is what the young husband had hoped for in his own wife, but, if he couldn't get it there, then Fred's wife, Grace could give it to him. He was learning, and learning fast, what a woman who liked to screw could do, and he wasn't going to do without this unbelievable pleasure any longer.

His long thick cock raced steadily up into her cunt to the deepest reaches of her belly that clasped warm and tight at first like a moist tongue wrapped around the full aching length of his hardness, then easier as the inner vaginal walls accepted his presence and lubricated the way with hotly flowing fluids.

Then, suddenly, he hit bottom, his heavy balls slapping up hard against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.

Grace Furness moaned a low animal-like cry beneath him, twisting reflexively on his skewering penis from the sudden unexpected pain of his complete penetration, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis even tighter into her loins. He could feel their pubic hair twisting together as he strove for all he was worth for the greater contact he was making inside against the quivering tip of her cervix.

Now she was spitted on his steel-hard length and he lay on her for a moment to allow the pain of his sudden entry to subside, proud that he could hurt her this way. It was the age-old ritual of a man subjugating a woman to his will, and he reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's wife impaled beneath him. Then he flicked the end of his blood-swollen cock again, bringing another low moan from between her firmly compressed lips. He had raised his head up from hers now, and he watched the lust-inciting distortions of her pretty face as it reflected the feelings his cock was causing inside her body.