Chapter 3

In fact--and it was a fact that would have shocked Caroline-- Jonathon Stephens was always horny in the morning. It was a rare day when the man did not wake up with a hard-on and a load of spunk bloating his big, hairy balls. But he usually managed to hide his hard-on from his wife, mostly by getting up before she was fully awake. He did not want to empty his cock and balls into Caroline in the morning.

Jonathon had a good reason for this.

Jonathon was fucking his sexy young secretary.

Since he could fuck his wife whenever he wanted to, and did most nights, it seemed a shame to him to waste his morning load of cum on her when all he had to do was restrain himself for an hour or so, until he got to the office, and he could slip his prick into Brenda.

Brenda was not much of a typist and she couldn't file for shit or even begin to take dictation, but she could fuck like a weasel and she wasn't a half bad cocksucker, to boot.

Jonathon didn't really feel guilty about his adultery.

It was purely a physical affair, for their mutual pleasure and totally without any lasting ties. As long as Caroline never found out about it, he didn't suppose it could hurt her--and it made the prospect of going to work a lot more attractive for him. Brenda was a tall, willowy girl with short, dark, curly hair--in contrast to his curvaceous, blonde wife--long, lean legs, a tight little ass and small, thrusting tits and a cunt like a meat grinder.

She was always game for sex and willing to take his cock in the cunt or the mouth, which ever he fancied that day, and she had even hinted at the possibility that she might take his prick up the asshole as well. She was like a filing cabinet designed for pricks or a switchboard into which cocks could be plugged in whatever connection was required. Jonathon had fallen into the habit of fucking Brenda first thing every morning, and it was with that prospect ahead of him that he refrained from fucking Caroline most mornings, lugging his loaded prick, like a business-man's umbrella, to the office. This morning had been an exception.

It had started out as usual.

Waking up before Caroline, Jonathon had padded into the bathroom to take a piss and soften his cock enough so that he could manage to jam it into his trousers.

He had glanced out the window and froze.

The bathroom window looked out over the dividing fence, into the back yard of the house next door.

And in that adjacent yard, the gorgeous redhead who had recently moved in was doing her morning exercises.

And she was stark naked!

The Stephenses lived in a house tract, the houses built fairly close together but privacy maintained by the fences. There was no reason to believe that the redhead realized she was exhibiting herself, for she was perfectly isolated in her own back yard. But it was sure an inspirational sight.

Jonathon stared at her, and his cock, some what diminished now, snapped back to a vibrant rampancy.

He did not know the woman, except to nod to.

She had moved into the house not long before and lived alone- -a divorcee, Jonathon figured, because she was much too desirable to be a spinster, and he had noticed that she was an attractive woman, but only with passing and casual interest.

That was because he had not seen her without any clothing on before, and had not realized how truly gorgeous she was.

As he did now.

What was her name?

Helen something. Helen Ramsey, that was it.

She was something to drool over, no doubt of it. Her hair was the color of flame, long and silken, her green eyes were tilted and her mouth was full and sensual and provocative. But it was her body that held his fascinated interest at the moment. Her waist was so narrow he could have spanned it in his hands, but her hips flared out, wide and firm, and her ass was shaped like a valentine as it swept out from her slender torso, then cut back to her shapely thighs. Her legs were exquisitely molded and her tits were large and capped by big nipples, but, despite their weight, they remained firm as she exercised, not drooping or jiggling at all. At the junction of her thighs, her cunt jungle flamed like a forest fire.