Chapter 28

John awoke earlier than he expected to. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced at his wristwatch to find it was only 7:30 in the morning. Then he looked down at his wife, curled up beside him, her naked legs sticking out of the bedclothes and her ass gently warming his midsection. He carefully pulled the sheets off her pliant body and propped himself up on an arm to watch her.

As he took her charms in, John Andrews began to feel his crotch stir at the sight. He pulled back slightly, to allow his penis a chance to uncurl and stiffen. Doing so, Anita gave a quiet murmur and unconsciously pressed back against his warmth. John laid his free hand on her hip and began to slowly trace circles on the nude flesh. Anita smiled in her sleep and turned towards his questing hand.

As his wife began to respond to his touch, John considered the events of the preceding evening with pleasure. He had never seen Anita so wanton or sluttish before. By the time she and Caroline had gotten each other off, he and Malcolm had been raring to go. Anita had promptly stripped off the blouse and bra and straddled her husband’s cock, facing away from him. Then Caroline had crawled between their legs and began to lick his cock and Anita’s clit, while Malcolm had humped her doggy style. All in all, they had crawled exhausted into their beds well after midnight.

Reaching lower, John’s fingers maneuvered to Anita’s crotch. As she stirred awake, her legs partially spread, and John immediately moved his fingers into the moist slit between them. Anita moaned to blissful consciousness and spread her thighs wider, as John took control of her orgasm. Pushing a pillow at her crotch, he rolled her face down on top of it, then straddled her thighs. Pushing his cock between her legs, he inserted the glans into her now sopping pussy. A few heart beats later Anita had her first orgasm of the day as John began to long dick her from the rear.

Anita was building to a second cum when the bedroom door opened and Caroline came in, already dressed. “Good Lord!” she cried out. “We’ve got no time to fuck around! We’re going shopping!”

Anita turned towards Caroline with a beatific smile as John continued to plow her furrow. “Not just yet,” she muttered.

“Have you cum yet?” asked Caroline.

“One more time, please, one more time,” begged the guest.

“Okay, but we’ve got to get a move on.” Caroline walked over to the bed and put her middle finger in her mouth. “I know a way to speed things up.” She inserted her wet finger up to the second knuckle in John’s ass and began to vigorously move it about.

Predictably, John slammed his cock into his wife’s cunt. Anita began to cry out her pleasure for the second time as her husband began to helplessly spew into her pussy. “Oh, God!” he exclaimed weakly, as Caroline withdrew her finger and he collapsed backwards onto his side of the bed. He was asleep by the time Caroline had dragged Anita to the bath.

John awoke again about ten, to a light knocking on the door. “It’s open!” he called out, and Jeannine backed into the room, carrying a small tray.

Turning towards him, she said, “It was getting kind of late, and I thought you might like some coffee and some Danish,” pointing towards the tray she carried.

“Oh, yeah,” said John as he pulled the bedsheet around him. The young blonde servant set the tray down on the dresser and poured him a cup of coffee. John climbed out of the bed wrapping the sheet around his waist.

“Cream? Sugar?” she asked as she handed him the cup.

“Black,” he said reaching for the brew eagerly. He took a healthy swallow, coming awake as he did so, then glanced down at himself. Even in her black mini-dress, fishnets, and heels, she was far more dressed than he was. “Excuse me,” he said, going into the bath.

John showered and shaved, then went back to the bedroom. He had noticed that his sheet had disappeared, so he went back with the wet towel wrapped around his waist. The sheet mystery was solved when he realized that Jeannine was still present. The old bedclothes were bundled on the floor by the door, and she was bent over the bed spreading a comforter over the new linen. Her position was such that her lack of panties was obvious, as was that fact that she was a real blonde. Unexplainably embarrassed, John turned away and poured himself a fresh cup of coffee.

“Care to join me?” he asked.

“I’d love to,” replied the girl.

John poured a second cup, placed it on a saucer and turned back to the room. His eyes sprang open to see Jeannine stepping out of her dress. She hadn’t worn a brassiere either.

“Oh. I thought you wanted some coffee,” he said numbly.

Jeannine blushed and reached for the cup. “Oh, I thought you wanted me to join you.” She turned the handle towards herself and sipped.

Now it was John’s turn to blush. “Uh, well...”

Jeannine sipped some more coffee. With her free hand, she reached down and pulled away the towel. “Why not do both?” she asked. Setting down her saucer, she finished her coffee with one hand while manipulating John to erection with the other. When they had both finished their coffee, she led him to the bed. Jeanine climbed onto the comforter and positioned herself in the center of the bed, a pillow tucked under her head. Smiling, she spread her legs and bent her knees upwards, in a position John found very inviting. “Now, isn’t this better than coffee?” she asked, crooking her fingers at him in invitation.

John’s erection was pointing at her as he approached the bed. He knelt between her legs and looked down to see her pink pussy glistening wetly through the fine blonde hair surrounding it. Jeanine reached down between her legs and spread her cunt lips lewdly. “I need a good hard fucking!” she said, lowly and firmly.

John assumed the position, placing his straining cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, then lunged forward, sinking all nine inches into her in a single stroke. Jeanine gasped, her back arching, her pussy grasping at the oversized invader, as she orgasmed. John sank down onto her, reaching around to cup her buttcheeks and pull her against him. The maid responded by wrapping her fishnet clad legs around his waist and her arms around his back, trapping him in her erotic embrace. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she demanded, humping her hips upwards to meet his descending thrusts. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”