Chapter 2

Sarah hoped that her secret fears and guilt would not show at the dinner table that evening. She was grateful to little Jill for maintaining a lively three-year-old flow of chatter throughout the meal, diverting her husband's attention. After they had eaten and Sarah was clearing off the table, Mike suddenly announced that he was going out.

"You don't mind if I go to the Brewery for a couple of hours, do you, hon?" he asked, smiling at his wife.

Sarah felt a stab of disappointment. She did mind when Mike went to the small tavern on the edge of town. Even though she knew it was just his way of unwinding now and then, she knew from experience that he would stay away much longer than a couple of hours. He would come home late with the smell of beer on his breath when he fell into bed. Although he never actually got drunk, he always came home exhausted. Too exhausted to make love to her even when she waited up for him. Sarah secretly wished that the man she married would turn to her for release from his tensions instead of to a local tavern. Then maybe she would not need a vibrator either.

But Sarah did not voice any of her thoughts. Playing the role of the sweet and agreeable wife, she smiled sweetly. "Of course not, Mike," she told him, carrying a stack of dishes to the sink. "You work hard all day and it would do you good to get out for a while and relax."

Looking pleased, the burly man with the blond wavy hair gave her a quick hug. "You're wonderful, Sarah," he said, kissing her cheek. "How many men are lucky enough to have a wife like you! Most of them have to beg for a night out. And even then, their wives resent it."

I resent it, too! Sarah thought to herself, running water into the sink. I'd much rather you stay home and unwind in bed! But she kept a pleasant expression on her face while pouring dishwashing liquid into the sink.

"I'll get Jill ready for bed before I leave," Mike offered, leading their raven-haired daughter by the hand. "Then you can just relax and watch TV." He started out of the room, then turned, remembering something. "Oh yeah. I've got Gene's TV set out in the truck. I'll bring it in before I go. Gene said he'll stop by and pick it up tomorrow morning."

Sarah heard the delighted innocent laughter of their daughter as Mike made a game of getting the child into her night clothes. But she did not smile at the lighthearted sounds of their playfulness. Instead, she felt a flicker of annoyance the way she always did whenever her brother-in-law's name was mentioned. She disliked Mike's younger brother intensely. Although she managed to conceal the intensity of her emotion from her husband, Sarah felt certain that his nineteen-year-old brother Gene sensed the animosity that Sarah harbored toward him. She did her best to be polite to her husband's tall, lanky brother but she had to force herself to do so. Everything about Gene disgusted her. The way he leered at her when Mike wasn't looking, the way he took advantage of his older brother's good-natured generosity and affection. Sarah had lost track of the amount of money the boy now owed them. Whenever she mentioned the unpaid loans to Mike, however, he merely laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Gene's still a kid," he always apologized. "So he forgets to pay me back now and then. It's no big deal."

Maybe it didn't mean much to Mike but it mattered to Sarah. She just didn't like the way Gene used his older brother, ignoring him for weeks when he was caught up in his own activities, then showing up again with a phony grin whenver he needed something. Whether it was a time-consuming favor or a quick loan, Mike always indulged his younger brother.

"Maybe I do spoil Gene a little," Mike once admitted after shelling out the fine for his brother's latest traffic violation. "But I practically raised him singlehandedly after our folks died, Sarah. Somehow I guess I still feel responsible for him."

But Sarah felt that young Gene would stand on his own two feet more if Mike didn't keep making things so easy for him. Like fixing his television set. Sarah was certain that Gene would forget to pay his brother for services rendered. Just as he always forgot to repay loans. It wasn't as if Gene didn't earn good money on his graveyard shift at the factory. Gene shared a small studio apartment with a friend named Lenny and still had plenty of money to spare after expenses were met. But Gene squandered his paycheck on good times, always running to his older brother when things got tight and his wallet was not quite so well padded.

And now he was coming over tomorrow morning. Sighing heavily, Sarah hoped that he would not sit around and gab, keeping her from her work. She liked to make the best possible use of the hours that Jill spent at the nursery school so that she could play with her daughter in the afternoon. Well, if Gene looked like he was going to park himself all morning, Sarah would just have to invent some excuse to get rid of him.

Sarah had the dishes done by the time Mike returned from their daughter's bedroom. "She's all set to watch television with her mommy," Mike said with a smile when he joined Sarah in the kitchen. "I'll go get Gene's television set, then head for the Brewery."

After her husband had left, Sarah sat beside her small daughter on the livingroom couch, trying to concentrate on the musical variety show she had turned on. But her troubled thoughts kept turning to the disturbing letter she'd received that morning, along with the revealing photographs of herself. She wished, with a heaviness of heart, that Mike had not chosen this particular evening to go out for a few beers. She knew that without his companionship, she would spend the entire evening brooding about her secret dilemma once Jill was tucked in for the night. Then she felt a ripple of guilt for her selfishness. Mike really did deserve a night out with the boys occasionally, she reminded herself sternly. After all, he was only engaging in a little harmless recreation to help him relax after a hard day's work.

As Sarah sat beside her young daughter, holding the child's small hand in hers, the lovely brunette was secure in the belief that Mike was doing nothing more than going out to spend a few hours shooting the breeze with the fellow patrons of the Brewery.

Because she trusted her beloved husband implicitly, Sarah never once suspected that in a few short minutes, the man she adored would be pounding his fiery prick into the well-trodden cunt of a hard-faced platinum blonde named Lil. A woman who knew Sarah's husband in all the intimate and carnal ways that Sarah herself secretly yearned for!

Mike McBride had told his wife only half the truth when he said that he was going to the Brewery for a few beers. What he failed to add was the fact that he often shared the foamy brew with a bleached blonde divorcee who was usually occupying a stool at the bar. On the nights that Mike showed up, however, Lil downed her drinks faster than usual for she was in just as big a hurry as Mike was to get to her apartment.

After consuming their usual quota of alcohol, Mike and Lil left the bar arm in arm. Minutes later, they were sprawled in the middle of the divorcee's bed, their naked bodies intertwined. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the air as Mike lay on top of her, his distended prick poking the barfly's heavy thigh. He bent over her bosom, kneading her ample tits while he sucked greedily at one of her ruby nipples. His swollen testicles churning under the weight of their heavy load, he went at her big boobs with the fervor he dared not display at home. Mike had hungered for the taste of a savory mound of flesh for days now. If he had waited uch longer to satisfy his lustful urges, he was afraid that he might have lost control of himself with Sarah and gone after his wife's luscious breasts the way he was now devouring Lil's. And Mike did not want that to happen. His wife was far different from Lil. Sarah was not the kind of woman that a man handled roughly. His Sarah was sweet and good and decent, the kind of woman a man cherished and respected.

Mike always held himself in check whenever he and Sarah made love, being careful not to let his animal lust get the best of him. By exercising the utmost self-control, Mike managed to make love to his wife gently, tenderly, the way Mike felt that she both deserved and expected to be treated. It was when his frustration became overpowering, that he turned to earthy women like Lil. The hard-faced blonde under him liked being handled roughly, for her sexual appetite was as voracious as any man's. With someone like Lil, Mike could relax and let himself go sexually. Although he hated himself for cheating on his beloved Sarah, he had little choice in the matter. He loved his wife with all his heart but she did not satisfy all his sexual needs. Every so often, the young husband felt as if he would explode if he did not go out and find the kind of woman who would welcome the kind of sex he secretly hungered for. A lusty man-hungry gal like Lil.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that feels gooood," Lil moaned, arching her back in an effort to offer Mike even more of her vast hills of femininity. Her heavily mascaraed eyes glazed with lust, the overweight divorcee let her hands slide down Mike's smooth muscular back and over the curve of his bare buttocks. Sighing, she squeezed his pale asscheeks with enthusiasm, loving the feel of his firm flesh under her fingers. She ran her finger up the hairy crack of his ass, noting with satisfaction that her quick unexpected caress made gooseflesh appear on his nude body.

Although she was glad to be rid of her abusive ex-husband, Lil missed having a built-in sex partner. That's why she frequented the local tavern several nights a week. If she sat at the bar long enough, she could usually count on finding some eager cock willing to ram her hungry pussy. And Mike McBride was not only one of her regular cocksmen but he was also one of her favorites. The big burly Irishman really knew how to take care of a woman in the sack. He always gave her oversize boobs a great going over, using his hands and his mouth in ways that kept her happy for days. Although she was sometimes bruised and sore after one of their heated sessions, it was well worth the small price.

Now, as he squeezed and sucked at her mammoth tits, hot bursts of sensation coursed through her, making the blonde writhe with pleasure. Her pussy leaking profusely, it pounded out its hunger with a persistent beat. Her free-flowing cuntal juices oozed from her throbbing aperture to stain the bedsheet. She knew from experience how deliciously big Mike's luscious prick was and the knowledge that tonight she was in for an extra special treat added to her excitement.

At last Mike lifted his fair head from her bosom. Breathing hard, he rolled over on his back, his towering shaft reaching for the ceiling. "Get on top of me, baby," he panted, "and have yourself a go at my prick!"

Lil gazed at his towering shaft with adoring eyes. "You bet I will, sweetie!" she quickly agreed, licking her lips. Rising eagerly, she lifted a heavy leg to straddle his naked body, her well-padded asscheeks looming in front of Mike's handsome face. Grabbing the thick base of his swollen spear, the bleached blonde lowered her head, her mouth watering. She loved to suck on a cock almost as much as she loved to feel one crowd her pussy. The taste of a warm hunk of meat in her mouth made her entire body tingle. It wasn't often, however, that she got the chance to sample an oversize prick like Mike's. The mere thought of sucking on his tasty manhood made her oozing cunt flutter in anticipation.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, opening her mouth greedily while she brought her head all the way down to meet his bubbling joint.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Mike sighed, thrilling to the feel of her wet mouth encircling his hot poker. In seconds, the pudgy blonde had consumed the full length of his masculinity so that the oozing knoblike tip rammed the back of her throat. Once her widely stretched mouth had devoured every possible inch, the blonde began to suck vigorously. Fiery bursts of carnal pleasure tore through Mike's throbbing penis at the feel of her drawing tongue. "Oh, baby!" he gasped, lifting his hips in quick response. "That's gooood! Keep suckin'!"