Chapter 2

When Lisa Morton woke up, she felt a stranger in the bed beside her.

She didn't turn her head at first. At that particular moment, she wanted to enjoy the slow luxury of awakening, wanted time to get her mind operating again. There was a pattern of sunlight reflected through the blinds along one wall, and she turned to look at it.

The pattern was a familiar one. In fact, the position of those slats of light on the wall could almost tell her the time, the way a sundial might. At dawn, the light struck through the window of her twentieth floor apartment and painted bars of sunshine all across the wall near the ceiling. As the day advanced and the sun climbed into the sky, those bars would inch down toward the floor. At around noon or so, they would disappear altogether.

She examined the position of the bars carefully, and judged the time to be past nine o'clock. Of course, it would have been much easier to simply look at the clock on her night table, but there was a stranger on that side, and she didn't want to look at him.

She tried to remember his name and then it came to her-Harris. He was advertising manager for a big cola company and he was about to award a huge advertising contract to her husband's agency.

Then she remembered Ken's phone call. "His name's Harris, honey. Milt Harris. We'll pull the same old bit. He comes up for dinner, I get tied up, and you entertain him."

"Ken?"

"Yeah?"

"What if I don't feel like it?"

"Don't feel like it?" he laughed. "Hey, baby, this is your old man you're talkin' to... you always feel like it! Remember our little deal, and how good it's been for us. Hump him hard, honey!"

Yes, Lisa remembered their little deal. How in the hell could she forget it?

And so she had gone to bed with another stranger, and she had humped the hell out of him just as Ken had told her to do.

She sighed. Time was passing. Sooner or later she would have to get up. She had a feeling there were things to do today, and spending the morning in bed would accomplish nothing. The man beside her should be awakened and packed on his way so that she might have some life to herself.

But she didn't want to awaken him. She had no clear recollection of the previous evening, or of the type of man he might be, but some sense told her he would be a clinger. She entertained a lot of clingers for Ken, and they were the worst of all, worse even than the perverts and fools who sometimes shared her bed.

She had gotten pretty drunk before she had finally let him get her into bed. Anymore, that was the only way she could really enjoy fucking the strangers. Booze made it bearable. But in the mornings she just wanted to get rid of them.

She always had to keep up the pretense that it had been the first time that she had cheated on her husband, and she felt so guilty about it. She puffed up their egos by telling them that Ken would kill her if he ever found out.

Then they would inevitably go to Ken with a guilty conscience. That was part of their deal. The deal they had made when they got married, and both of them had just wanted sex and wealth.

But now that they had the wealth, Lisa found out that she wanted more than just sex; she wanted love to go along with it.

There was no point in worrying about it. If luck was with her this morning, the man beside her might simply awaken, give her a squeeze or two, then get dressed and leave.

Lisa shifted her gaze from the stripes on the wall and eased her body over slowly. She looked first at the clock, and saw her estimation of the time had been accurate. It was nine-thirty-five.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the stranger. He was still sleeping, but not very deeply. He looked as if he would wake up in a few minutes or so. She examined his features, and was a bit surprised to see she didn't recognize him at all. Of course, it was still a bit early, but she had spent the night with this man, and he should look a little familiar!

The man had kicked the covers down during the night, baring his body from head to waist. Only a single fold of blanket covered his form. On impulse, Lisa reached out and plucked the cloth away.

He stirred slightly, and his hips shifted. He was beginning to awaken.

Lisa moved her body carefully, trying to slip from the bed without rousing him. If she could get to the closet and cover her naked body with a robe before he saw her, it would make the process of getting rid of him that much simpler. Seeing her bare body would only remind him of the night just past, and might trigger the stupid reaction that would turn him into a clinger.

She made it to the edge of the bed and slipped her legs over the side. Now came the hard part-easing herself off the mattress without telegraphing the movement to the springs, or to the man. Slowly and evenly she lifted her lush buttocks from the bed and shifted her weight forward onto her legs.

A hand touched her.

She closed her eyes and inhaled very deeply.

The hand was cupping her left buttock, and the fingers were inching to the right. She stood up quickly and stepped out of reach.

"Hey," he said.

She didn't want to turn around. She didn't want to look at him. All she wanted was for him to go away and leave her alone.

But she turned around anyway.

His cock was already hard, the bulbous knob dangling rigidly above his hairy groin. She just shook her head in wonder that the mere sight of her body could give him a hard-on so quickly. She fought down the tiny flutter in her pussy.

"You were right," he said, grinning. "Your old man didn't come home all night." He lifted himself on one elbow and let his eyes roam down the length of her nude form.

"Good morning," she said.

"Boy, now that's something you don't see every day."

"What is?"

"A body like that."

And Lisa did have a body. It was as voluptuously perfect as her face was beautiful.

"I'm beautiful... I know," she said, "and sometimes it can be a curse." She pulled on a pair of panties.

"Shit, Lisa, you're more than beautiful. You're gorgeous!"

The panties she wore were white in contrast to the golden brown of her tanned skin. Her breasts were two perfect, swaying mounds flowing across her chest. Her black hair cascaded around her shoulders and barely touched the full roundness of her tits. Her panties were cut high on the thighs, revealing the whiteness of her skin between the tan lines.

Lisa watched him fist his cock with one hand while he slowly massaged the huge, hanging sac of his balls with the other.

"You like my tits, don't you," Lisa said, half amused.

"They're perfect," he said, moving his hand faster, in longer strokes, on his cock.

Indeed they were beautiful. They were firm and stood out from her body in their rounded perfection. The areolas were heavily veined and pink. Her nipples rose in hardness, twinkling at him, inviting his lips and tongue to taste their sweetness.

"Sorry... fun's over," she said, doing her best, for a change, to keep her own lust in check.

She turned and walked toward the closet where her robe was hung. She was conscious of the shiver of flesh on her body with each step, conscious also of the fact that he was watching her, seeing the delicious interplay between her tits and hips and buttocks as she moved.

"Hey," he called again.

She opened the closet door and found the robe. "What is it?" she asked, without turning.

"I said, you look just as good right now as you did last night."

"I heard you. What about it?"

"Well..." he seemed momentarily at a loss for words. She closed the closet door and turned toward him with the robe draped over an arm.

"Well what?"

"Well... you know. You look so good, you get me all hot again."

"Do I!"

"Sure. And, take it from me, there aren't many women who can do that to a guy like me. Usually on a morning after... well, I just want to cut out. Before it gets complicated or something. Know what I mean?"

"Yes," Lisa said. "And you don't have to worry about complications. I'm married... remember?" She slipped an arm into the robe.

"Hey, you're not going to cover all those goodies up, are you?"

"I'm chilly," she replied. "The party's over." She slid her other arm into the robe and drew it closed around her body.

"That's the way it is, huh?"

"That's the way it is." Lisa walked across the room, past the foot of the bed, and paused at the door. "Please get dressed now. I have quite a few things to attend to, so I'd appreciate it if you'd let me get started."

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"The kitchen. I'm making some coffee." She paused. "It should be ready by the time you dress, if you want some."

She left the bedroom and went down the short hallway to the kitchen. As she passed the door to the living room, she saw the collection of glasses and filled ash trays on the table by the couch. She hoped he hadn't left any cigarettes burning when they had retired to the bedroom-she didn't want any more scars on that coffee table.

In the kitchen, she started the coffee. Her stomach grumbled, and she realized that she was very hungry. But she wouldn't be able to eat until Harris left. It was always that way after spending the night with a man; she couldn't eat until he had departed, and ceased to remind her of the other uses to which she had put her mouth.

The coffee began perking in the little glass knob of the pot, and she turned the flame down. Beyond the kitchen window the sun was shining furiously and the sky was a brilliant blue. It was a good day out there, she thought, and it would be a good day in here as well if that man would ever pull on his pants and leave.

Absently she wondered where, and with whom, Ken had spent the night. The bastard. She was sure he had enjoyed himself a hell of a lot more than she had.

She didn't hear Harris step into the kitchen behind her. He got her in three places at once. His hands came suddenly from behind her and scooped up her breasts. His chest came up hard against her shoulder blades. And down below, down at the soft cleft of her buttocks, she felt his cock spread her asscheeks.

"I thought you were getting dressed," she said.

His face was pressed against her shoulder, and his breath blew on the skin of her neck. "I'm not quite ready yet. I told you, I'm still in the mood."

She glanced at the bubbling coffee pot. For a moment she considered picking it up and emptying the boiling contents all over his naked body. But that would just cause trouble, and trouble was something she didn't want.

"Please go inside and put your clothes on," she said.

He turned her around and opened her robe. He gasped in awe as her full, round, dark-tipped globes leaped into view. Their size and firmness filled his mind with desire and his cock with tingling sensations.

Her whole body started shaking as his hands massaged her tits. No, she thought, no, I won't fuck him again. I did the job, Ken gets the contract, we both make another bundle of money. But I won't fuck him again.

He moved the robe off her shoulders. It fell softly to the floor. He slid her panties off, revealing the heavy, matted bush of her black cuntal hair. She stood with her legs just a little apart so the rounded curve of her tightly clasped cuntlips could be seen. Inside her cuntlips, the pinkness darkened and beneath them he could see the rounded bottoms of her perfect buttocks. They gleamed white against the darker skin on the inside of her thighs.

He almost whimpered as he moved into her, his cock bouncing in front of his body, its length stiff and straight as it pointed toward her cunt. He groaned in desire as his hands roamed over her belly, her hips, then down across her thighs and up to her cunt. His cock jerked up and down between them, a silver strand of cum seeping from its head as he combed the thick hair of her pussy with his fingers, letting the tips bask in its softness.