"What to do, what to do," murmured Mrs. Taylor to herself. It was seven in the evening. She was bored and feeling like she wanted to change that. "My hubby's away so the cat will play," she sang to herself. "But what does the cat want to do? Play with a cat...or catch a rat? Yes, that's it..." and she smiled.
The away hubby wasn't a problem. He was a private investigator of the sordid sort. He knew that most people calling on his services to catch a cheating spouse were very likely to be in flagrante delicto themselves from time to time. In his experience the one who wanted to get rid of a spouse usually had the most to lose. Often it was the husband but on several occasions he had made a small fortune by turning on his wealthy wife client and presenting her with several 'money shot' photos of her she really didn't want her husband to get hold of. He had no qualms about blackmail as long as the victim had serious qualms about the results of a divorce going the wrong way. While the bulk of his income came from garden variety photographic voyeurism, the extra cash from the double cross was welcome, as was the feeling of really screwing someone over.
Mrs. Taylor and her husband had a working marriage. She occasionally put herself out as bait to entrap a wayward husband, either at the behest of her husband on a job or simply for a little extra cash of her own choosing. She accepted both straight forward cash for sex and straightforward cash for silence. Mr. Taylor was intelligent enough to only work far from home, so she sometimes used these affairs of the heart to amuse herself while he was gone. Mrs. Taylor was also intelligent enough not to play in her own backyard.
She knew he was doing the same, often getting sexual favour as part of his blackmail on the occasional wife. It was no secret, as they enjoyed telling each other about their underhanded exploits. They were both very good at the exploits and the telling.
They had a good life together. While she never fooled herself into thinking she was in love with her man, she was fond of him; fond of his body, his sexual appetites and especially fond of his devious mind. She was not certain if her husband truly loved her and was unconcerned. They had the perfect life together in her opinion. They were together just enough of the time and apart just enough of the time. She knew he adored her just slim enough, tall body, her smaller but adolescently firm breasts, her attractive face and her equally devious mind.
"Play the cat, catch a rat..." She had already come up with a plan. Money was good at the time, so this evening was going to be just for fun. She was feeling particularly hungry in the sexual sense and thought, "Maybe I'll do more than just catch and play with a rat. Decisions, decisions..." She always had a travel case ready to go, containing various essentials for the games she played. All she needed to do was pack an overnight bag of suitable attire, find a hotel room in the nearby bigger city (she was always careful not to stay at the same hotel too many times in any given year), get in her car and go. On the way, as the car quietly purred down the highway, she put in her CD of Mozart's Don Giovanni, her favourite opera of seduction and betrayal. She didn't know Italian but she knew the story.
Arriving at the hotel and parking in the underground, she went up to her mid-range priced room and poured herself some cognac that she had brought along. Sipping the drink, feeling the warmth ooze out into her body, she thought about her location. She was about a mile away from a bar that she thought would do. A bar for the older crowd, the business people who worked in the area's several blocks of office buildings. Home to some of the business movers and shakers; in other words...rats. She stepped into the shower, shampooed her short black hair, soaped her body and rinsed off, all the while whistling an aria from the opera.
Getting picked up was so much easier if she looked like she wanted to get picked up. Her attitude she didn't have to worry about. Forest green matching silk panties and bra, sheer black stockings and one of her favourite black party dresses. It hugged her figure while showing only enough of her breasts to look enticing but not skanky. She was after a middle aged business man, not a college jock. Down her waist it followed her figure perfectly and gave her ass the look of two firm feminine globes before ending at mid thigh. A pair of expensive black high heeled open toed shoes and...what for jewellery...yes, pearls. Simple, elegant pearl earrings, a matching pearl necklace which was followed by an engagement ring made up her choice of jewellery.
With her hair dry, she put on a very expensive human hair, long black wig that was taken for real by all but the experts and she was unlikely to be done in by one tonight. Perfume, perfume...yes, with her skin chemistry she had never gone wrong with good old Chanel No.5. A touch with the applicator to her inner wrists and her cleavage, a careful combing out of her wig and she was set. Putting on a tailored jacket to make her look like a businesswoman out on the town and taking her "night out" black purse, she went down to the lobby and stepped into a cab.
Five minutes later she was stepping out of the cab and into the Bull Pen bar. Not a western themed placed, but a place for business people who are feeling good about their day. She walked in calmly and with a confident smile, took a seat at the bar that put her one empty seat away from a guy on both sides. 'Perfect,' she thought. 'Now they can go Mano a Mano if they want.'
In response to the bartenders request for her order, she asked for another glass of cognac. Glancing behind the bar at the wall of bottles she said, "Hennessy XO will be fine." The bartender held up one finger, then two. She was aware of two eyes at either side looking intently as she discretely flashed two fingers back. The bartender smiled and poured the golden liquor into a snifter, first one measure, then another. Giving Mrs. Taylor a quick wink, her poured a bit extra and handed her the glass. She took it and gave it a slight lift in his direction, then took a generous sip. Show time, she thought. She let the liquor stay in her mouth, closed her eyes, sensuously inhaled over it and then let it go down slowly while she let her chest and shoulders relax. Opening her eyes, she murmured, "Exquisite... I've been waiting for this all day."
She had been sitting at the bar for less than sixty seconds but she knew she was attracting stares. The man on her left, who had appeared at her first glance to be a decent looking guy, fit and well dressed, leaned over and said," As much as I'd like to stay and buy you another one, I do have to go."
With that he stood up, handed the bartender a twenty and said, "That cognac is on me." Giving Mrs. Taylor a warm smile he said," Enjoy," and he managed to say it like he meant it. Mrs. Taylor just lifted her glass to him in salute and smiled. The man gave the guy on her right a quick but neutral glance and walked away.
The bartender pretended to be busy while Mrs. Taylor turned part way around and gave the bar a once over. It was now about nine in the evening and the place was only about one quarter full. There were a few tables with a couple of guys giving her the "join us" look but Mrs. Taylor instead gave the guy on her right a casual smile. "Hi, I'm Linda, and you are...?" as she held out her hand.
He was about fifty by her guess. He was in a suit that had seen better days and his shirt looked like it had been in the wash too many times. He was working on a middle aged spread and generally gave the impression of middle management and experienced at it. He was also wearing a wedding ring. He was looking a bit nervous and pleasantly surprised at the same time. "Hi there yourself, I'm Ken...but my friends all call me Clutch." He paused, as if a bit embarrassed. "I...I used to pitch. I was pretty good as a finisher...so...Clutch."
Mrs. Taylor smiled warmly and said, "I think that's a great nickname." She patted the seat beside her and he slid over. As he did, Mrs. Taylor took off her jacket, giving a little extra to 'The Thrusting of the Breasts' and the bartended casually took it and hung it up behind the end of the bar.
"I'm here in town on business," she lied. "And did I have a rough day. My boss is adamant that I complete this deal and the client is being so...so...anal. Going over each word, trying to get this done for less than I've put into it, it's been so...frustrating." She gave him her "little helpless me" look and then took a very generous hit of the cognac. With slightly misted eyes and pretending not to be used to the stuff she said, "But I did it. It took all day but it's done, in the bag and I'm celebrating!"
Clutch smiled and said, "Congratulations! Good for you. Just what is it you do?"
"Oh, nothing special," she said with a casual nod of her head. "I represent a firm of business consultants...problem solvers...not me...I just go out and get an idea of what's happening and try to work out a contract for the firms services as...fixer uppers." She looked at him in the eyes and gave him a "so there" smile. She made a point of looking at her engagement ring, and then asked, "And you, what are you doing?"
"Oh...nothing special...I work just around the corner...at an insurance firm...I'm the contract insurance guy...making sure both sides have adequate coverage...if something goes wrong...I was working late today...had dinner with a client and thought I'd stop in here before I...went home." He gave her a wistful smile as if acknowledging he wasn't in her league.
'Half way there, Mrs. Taylor...half way there,' she said silently.
Mrs. Taylor was well practised in the art of deception. She led Clutch in a general banter of small talk, all the while sipping her cognac a little faster than might be appropriate. She slowly began to appear to be loosening up as the liquor took hold. As the minutes went by she spent more time looking Clutch directly in his eyes, smiling more and giving him the unmistakable impression that she was definitely 'out of town'.
Mrs. Taylor knew that her non-verbal message was getting through. After telling a silly sexual joke, she tossed back the remaining cognac and said, "Clutch, let's get another drink and go sit at a booth. It'll be more comfortable and ...private."
His eyes gave away his surprise as he said, "Sure...yeah...bartender, another one for the two of us." He fumbled for his wallet and Mrs. Taylor let him. Then with drinks in hand they went to the back and settled into a darken booth.
"Say, Linda...I couldn't help noticing your ring...lucky guy...you're quite the catch." He immediately blushed at his possible faux pas. Mrs. Taylor smiled inwardly as he tossed out the obvious but unspoken question, 'Any chance you will cheat on your fiancé?'
She gave him a reassuring touch on his forearm. "That's quite alright, Clutch. I like a guy who speaks his mind. And thank you. But I'm not so sure I'm a lucky girl..." She looked down and gave a slight sigh.
"I don't understand...is there...a problem?" asked Clutch giving her his best 'I'm here for you' look.
'Show time, part two', thought Mrs. Taylor.
"I'm...I'm...not sure my to me...in fact, I'm pretty sure he isn't...this is so embarrassing..." She took a generous swallow as if trying to steady her nerves.
"Are you sure," Clutch asked. "I mean...you're so...so beautiful...and successful...why would a guy...?" His voice trailed off.
"Oh, I'm sure. At least I think I am," Mrs. Taylor said with an inner smile. "My friend...my best friend...told me...she has seen him with another girl...when I'm away on business. And I called him tonight earlier...at his place...he wasn't home...and he seldom is when...I'm gone. I really shouldn't be burdening you like this, I'm sorry."
Clutch immediately said, "Oh no, it's okay...it's good to talk...about things. I just wish there was something I could do for you...beat the stupid out of the guy or something." Mrs. Taylor noticed a definite improvement in his sense of self. Good.
"Well," she said, "I'm going to enjoy this drink, my success today and your company." She gave Clutch her "I'm going to be okay" smile and took another large hit of the cognac. "Goodness, if I keep this up...I'm going to get tipsy...but I don't care!" She straightened out her shoulders and said, "If I'm not good enough for him...well...take this, you jerk!" and she slid off her ring, slipped it into her purse and raised her glass to Clutch. "To freedom!" and tossed back the remaining liquor, allowed her self to cough and make a show of squeezing her eyes shut. "So, Clutch, how's your love life?"
"Linda, I think you'd better slow down. Two doubles and you're already tipsy."
"So what?" she asked. "I'm going to go back home, have it out with the jerk and I might as well start the party right now. So, how's your love life?"
Clutch looked a bit nervous. Linda put out her hand over his and said, "It's not like we're ever going to meet again...besides, you said it's good to talk."
Clutch shook his head slightly, then looked at Mrs. Taylor and said, "Well...to tell you the truth...not so good." He paused and Mrs. Taylor remained silent. "The wife and I...married twenty years last summer...and it just doesn't seem...like it was...hard to explain, really...kind of like...just going through the motions." He paused again. Mrs. Taylor just nodded her head, encouraging him to go on.
"Jeez...now I can't believe I'm telling you this..." He looked at her in her eyes and Mrs. Taylor gave him her best 'I'm here for you' smile as she gently squeezed his hand. "She won't talk about it...maybe its menopause...we sleep together but that's...well, that's it. Look at me. Now I'm so embarrassed."
Mrs. Taylor knew the answer to her next question would tell the tale. "Okay for one more, Clutch?" as she held up her empty glass. He looked at her for only a few seconds and made his decision.
"Why not?" He turned to the bar, caught the bartender's eye and signalled another round, then tossed back the last of his drink.
"Well, Clutch, my new friend...here's to us..." she said dramatically, after the drinks arrived. They clinked the glasses together and grinned at each other like two high school students who had snuck away from the dance. Mrs. Taylor sat closer and let her thigh touch his. If he was upset by that, he didn't show it. In fact her thigh against his felt like warmth and he felt a stirring in his groin. He was starting to think that for the first time in twenty years he was going to get lucky. Mrs. Taylor put her glass on the table, squeezed her arms to her sides with her hands in front, accentuating her breasts and said, "You know, starting over isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Thank you, Clutch."
"Oh, don't thank me...I'm just..."
"No," she said in a lowered voice as she let her hands drift to his thigh, "I mean it. I came in here tonight feeling...unwanted...and you're making me feel so much better."
He let his hand go to her thigh and said, "You know Linda, I'm feeling better as well and..." He paused as he felt her hand move up his thigh until it was barely inches from his package. Mrs. Taylor could feel that she was getting the desired result. She could feel his groin tighten and as she kept her hand there, his growing erection reached out under his pants and touched her. She felt his hand go up her thigh and she casually reached down to lift her dress hem slightly, inviting him further. His eyes were wide and uncertain but he continued until she felt his fingers move almost to her panty.
She looked at him with her best sincerity smile and gave her head a barely perceptible nod 'yes' and slightly parted her legs. With that, he moved slowly again until his fingers were cupping her vulva.
The expression on his face was astonishing, as if he was having serious trouble believing this was happening. Mrs. Taylor expertly kept her face calm as she gave a blissful sigh and closed her eyes. She moved her hand slightly to move her fingers over his erection. 'Not bad', she thought. 'I'm sure I can get it bigger.' She opened her eyes and gazed into his. "Show me where you work," she whispered.
He hesitated for only a second. "Yes," he managed to get out in a husky voice. "But...people here..."
"It's okay," Mrs. Taylor whispered. "You get up, say good-bye and leave. I'll follow in ten minutes."
"Okay...good idea..." He tossed back his drink like he was drinking his courage and stood up. "Well, it's been nice meeting you," in a voice a bit louder than necessary. "I hope your...meeting goes well tomorrow. Good night." Mrs. Taylor watched as he fumbled to discreetly try and hide his obvious bulge.
"Yes, It's been good meeting you," she said with a warm but simple smile. Then in a conspiratorial whisper, she added, "Clutch, you've got me so...turned...on."
Clutch realized he hadn't quite got his plan together and blushed deeply. Also in a whisper he said, "Go out the door and go left. At the end of the block, turn left and go down two blocks. I'll be waiting."
"Good night then," Mrs. Taylor said in her normal voice. Clutch was so nervous he could hardly stop shaking.
Mrs. Taylor was reasonably sure he would be waiting. She slowly sipped her cognac and wondered how she was going to play this guy. 'I'll just have to see how this goes,' she said to herself. She reached into her purse, got the ring and slipped it back on. As she sat quietly waiting, a guy from the front of the bar gave her a looking over, got up and headed her way. He gave her the usual "I'm vaguely interested" smile and asked, "All alone now? I thought that guy would never leave."
Mrs. Taylor gave him a polite "no" smile and said, "I really have to be going now. Big day tomorrow...but thank you anyway."
She walked up to the bar, was handed her jacket and she passed a twenty to the bartender. "I have to give someone something," and putting on her jacket, gave the man a knowing smile which he was professional enough not to give back.
Turning the corner, Mrs. Taylor could see Clutch by the streetlight, pacing back and forth two blocks down. She walked towards him with just a slightly exaggerated roll of her hips and watched as his eyes drank her in like she was cool water on a desert island. Clutch must have been very nervous because he moved well away from the light and tried to blend into the darkness of the shadows. 'My, my' thought Mrs. Taylor. 'This is going to be fun.'
On reaching Clutch, she took him in her arms and putting one leg up and around him, gave him a passionate kiss on his mouth. He held still but he body tensed. "Not here," he croaked.
Mrs. Taylor ran her hand over his still enlarged penis and said, "Okay." He looked around as if he was a spy and motioned to the building front door. Fumbling with his keys, he managed to unlock it and almost pulled her inside. Mrs. Taylor just let him have his anxieties and gave him another kiss, this time taking his hand and holding it to her breast.
He gulped and managed to say, "Upstairs...elevator...over here." He punched the elevator button like he was being chased by the Hounds of Hell. Mrs. Taylor could almost hear him thinking, 'Come on...'
In the elevator, Mrs. Taylor clamped her mouth over his and massaged his penis. His hand flew to her dress and under, than went straight for her labia, stroking his finger up and down. Mrs. Taylor gave him a deep moan and let her head go back. He attacked her neck with his mouth and for a second, she was worried about an adolescent hickey. The elevator stopped and as the door opened, he took her hand and led her down the darkened hallway, stopping in front of a set of glass double doors with 'Craigleigh and Fisher-Insurance Brokers' on the door in gold paint. Again, he fumbled with the keys and finally got one door open. Mrs. Taylor stepped in feigning lust and closed the door, locking it. "Clutch...take me...take me now...I'm so hot for you..."
The wide eyed man just mumbled something about "my office" and back into the darkness they went. He stopped in front of a door that Mrs. Taylor could see had the words "Ken Rowling-Broker" on it. 'Good', she thought, 'a last name.'
Clutch was now so turned on he took three tries to get his office key in the lock. 'My God', thought Mrs. Taylor. 'The guy is going to come in his pants!' He opened the door and looked at Mrs. Taylor with wild abandon. She stepped in and as he turned around from closing and locking the door, she got down in her best down on her haunches, feet on the floor, hooker pose and went for his belt and zipper. Unhooking his pant button, she pulled down his pants and his shorts, pulled her hair back over her shoulder a la porn star and took his penis into her mouth.
Clutch stood there like an idiot in the feint light of the outside city, pants around his shoes and just groaned. In only thirty seconds his penis was probably firmer and thicker than it had been in years. She rolled her tongue around the head and shaft, took it in deep and did her best 250 blow job routine. She stroked the shaft with her closed hand, licked it up and down and even went low to take a ball into her mouth. Mrs. Taylor guessed that Clutch had never had a blow job like this.
He was groaning, his body was trembling and when his penis went in total deep throat he just gasped. "Oh my God...oh my God..." His body started to spasm and with a heavy grunt, he came in Mrs. Taylor's mouth. She swallowed and swallowed again, then gently sucked him from base to head leaving the head in her mouth as she looked up to see him looking down. She gave him her porn star doe eye look and softly smiled with his penis still in her mouth.
Mrs. Taylor slowly stood up and said, "Take everything off, Clutch and we'll see what kind of...a finisher you are."
Clutch was not certain what was going to happen next but he came to his senses and stepped out of his pants and started to take off the rest of his clothes. While he did that, Mrs. Taylor made a show off slowly reaching under her dress with one hand, leaving her other hand to her mouth, one finger inside. She slowly and sensuously worked her panties down and stepped out of them, leaving her dress in place. She kept on her jacket. She then moved back to his desk, pushed aside some papers and sat on it. Clutch was just getting his socks off when she lifted up her dress, exposing her smooth shaven labia. He stared at her eyes and then at her legs, one up on the desk and then locked his eyes on the sexual feast that awaited him.
She leaned back and motioned him to come closer. He moved in, eyes glued to her femininity, got down on his knees and put his mouth to her vulva. Mrs. Taylor gave him a long, low moan and let her head fall back, offering herself to his mouth. He started to kiss and lick her labia, her inner thighs and then he parted her labia and put his tongue hesitantly to her vaginal opening.
"Yesss..." she moaned. He moved the tip of his tongue in and out as best he could. Then she felt him licking up and down her opening and generally making it clear that he didn't have a clue about eating pussy. She wondered if he even knew what a clitoris was as he was ignoring hers. She realized that oral sex wasn't on the menu at home. She blamed Mrs. Rowland for that. She then realized that she may have just given the middle aged man his first blow job. While keeping up some moans of feigned ecstasy, she almost burst out laughing. 'I'm just going to have to let this guy waste my time until he has another hard on,' she thought derisively.
"Yes, baby...yes...just like that...ohhh...you are so good...you're driving me wild." She sat forward a few times to wrap her arms around his neck and hold his mouth tight to her somewhat bored clitoris. 'Jesus H. Christ...are you that dense?' she thought. 'Lick the damn thing. That's what it's there for.'
She rocked his mouth up and down on her clitoris and after what seemed like ten minutes she finally felt a bit of swelling. "Oh my God, Clutch...don't stop...don't stop...' and he finally seemed to figure it out. "Yes!!...yes!!...right there...like that....suck my clit....suck that little clit..."
Mrs. Taylor wanted to put on an encouraging show for the guy but was sceptical as to her ability to come for the klutz. So she gently eased his head down to get his tongue going on her vag again and put two fingers to her clitoris and started masturbating. Clutch seemed to pause, not knowing what was happening so she said, "Don't stop...oh my God...don't stop." And he didn't.
The thought of how she had seduced the guy and how she was going to give him a finish he wouldn't be happy with was about the only thing that was turning her on. Working her own clit, she started to feel it build. 'It'll probably be just a little one but he's not going to think so,' she thought. She started moving her hips, rolling and grinding against his face, moaning more and more. "Make me come, baby...make me come...oh God, don't stop...yes...yes!"
She wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed his mouth tight to her vulva. Rocking back and forth she let herself make some more unwarranted noises. She started to grunt, then took some gasping breathes. Her own fingers were the source of her heightening pleasure but she wasn't sure if he knew that. When she caught him glancing up as best he could, she let her eyes roll and her head flop around. 'Fucking porn star performance,' she thought.
She was getting close and in an effort to finish herself, she mentally visualized one of her recent sexual sessions with her husband and a guy they picked up. She was him, facing him with his penis in her vagina, while her husband was behind her with his penis in her ass. The other guy was barely able to move so her husband as providing the serious fucking. He was always able to read her like a book in these situations, steadily speeding up, slowing down, bringing her close to one of her volcanic anal orgasms, then backing off until he felt she was about to lose it. As her husband was pumping her to his big finish, she was looking in the other guy's eyes. Often she saw and thrilled to the look of amazement that the guy was giving her, knowing that he knew he wasn't able to ass fuck anything like her husband. In her mental image, she was close and she let her present feed on that.
"Yes!! Yes!! Suck my pussy!! Suck that thing!! She was almost howling now and she could feel Clutch desperately trying to finish her off. Idiot!! With her last few finger massages of her clit, she remembered the final strokes of her husband in her ass and she came. She bucked a few times and let out a few explosive vulgarities. "Shit!! Shit!! I'm dying!! Shit!!" Then, "Stop!! I can't take anymore!! You're killing me!!"
'Jesus H. Christ!' she thought. 'He's useless!' The fake enthusiasm seemed like a good way to get his face away from her vulva.
Clutch seemed to buy it as he pulled his head back and looked up at Mrs. Taylor with a wicked grin on his face. "Oh, baby," she said. "Come here! You were fantastic! As he stood up, she did as well and reached for his penis. Not too surprisingly, it was nearly fully erect. She stood close to him, massaging his penis and started to talk. "Ready for me now, baby? Ready to bury that thick, thick cock deep in my warm, wet pussy?"
He just grunted something resembling 'yes'.
"Want to fuck me, baby? Want to fuck my little hot bod? Want to pump me till I die? Want to bury your big, thick cock in me and fuck me like you own me" If the guy was harbouring any doubts about cheating on his wife in his own office, Mrs. Taylor was dissolving them.
"Fuck me, baby...fuck me and don't stop fucking me," she murmured as she took his hand and put it to her vagina. "My sweet little pussy wants you...so...bad..." and with that she planted her mouth on his and gave him what was likely the most sexually impassioned kiss of his life. 'Damn, I'm good!' Mrs. Taylor thought to herself.
Clutch was ready. More than ready as he was now even thicker and harder than before. 'It's what happens when you fuck a real slut for the first time,' she said to herself. 'It's the magic of the power of suggestion.'
Suddenly, he blushed and looked stricken. "Oh my God...I don't have...a..."
"I do, baby. Do you think any less of me for carrying condoms?"
"Oh no...no..." he stammered. Mrs. Taylor reached for her purse, took out a condom, opened it with her teeth and proceeded to give the man the "hooker wrap job". By the time the condom was fully on, Clutch was trembling again. Mrs. Taylor, who still had on all of her clothes except her panties, reached into her purse again and took out a small packet of lube.
She opened it and slowly squeezed it out onto his condom wrapped penis then sensuously rubbed it all over his now throbbing cock. Looking wantonly into his eyes, she thought,' just in case he bores me to dryness.' Then she seductively said, "Tell me if you've seen this before," and she turned around, pulled her dress up well past her waist and lay face down on the desk, eased her legs apart and taking her ass cheeks, spread them while sensuously arching her back, giving him the classic 'Ass in the Air' pose.
"Uhh...well...no...not really," stammered Clutch and he moved in to put his cock where he ached to put it.
"Not yet, baby...when a girl does this...she wants a little...attention..." she said in her best Mae West Imitation. Clutch gazed at the garden of heavenly delight before him and paused. Then he got down on his knees and started to kiss and lick over Mrs. Taylor's succulent ass. "Ohh...I knew you were going to be good...now be very, very bad..." she huskily intoned. "As bad as you can, lover...be my bad, bad boy..."
Silently laughing at the sexually tormented man, Mrs. Taylor felt the first hesitant touch of his tongue to her clean and tart asshole. "Ummm...yes, baby, be bad..." Clutch quickly overcame any aversion he had to anal and started to lick and probe with his tongue tip. Mrs. Taylor moved a bit to give him closer access and he responded by getting a bit of his tongue into her bud. "What you're doing to me..." she moaned. 'And what I'm doing to you', she thought. "Down, lover...play with my pussy...it wants some sugar too..."
Clutch seemed happier with that and gave a fair account for a guy who had likely never been presented with this particular opportunity before. "Make me so wet for you...make me drip with my love potions..." With increasing fervour, he did his best. His tongue was working her labia and probing into her vagina.
"Oh, yes baby...a little more bad would make me feel so good..." As she felt his tongue push against her ass bud, she was able to relax her sphincter and he managed a reasonable tongue entry. "A bit faster, baby...tongue fuck my ass...it gets me so...so...hot..."
Mrs. Taylor settled and let him work his new found skills. She looked ahead and saw on the corner of his desk, a framed photo of a woman, two girls and a dog that even in the dim light, looked like a Golden Retriever. 'Humm...family...good...' she thought.
"Baby...I can't wait any longer...I'm so, so wet and ready..." and she arched her back, reached under and spread her labia. "Right there, baby...right there...it's time for you to do me...fuck me...just fucking fuck me..."
Clutch was more than ready to comply. For a guy that had probably never fucked doggy before, he didn't need any lessons. Mrs. Taylor's vagina couldn't be missed and he guided his penis in straight and true. She gave him a complimentary gasp as his penis slid in.
Clutch gasped as well. "Hold on...Linda," he said, obviously having temporarily forgotten her name. "You're gonna get...fucked...like you've never been fucked..."
'Truer words have never been spoken,' Mrs. Taylor thought to herself. "Oh my God...you fill me baby...you fill me so good..." she said, half truthfully as he held his cock steady and deep, drinking in the pleasure. Then he started to fuck, slow and steady. He looked down to see his penis moving in that luscious vagina and felt a thrill he hadn't felt for decades.
Mrs. Taylor could feel him tremble. "Take your time, lover...we have all night..." Mrs. Taylor lied.
Clutch had never had a sexual encounter this good. He decided to try and prolong the pleasure by not getting too excited. He slowly moved his penis in and out, pausing to luxuriate in the vision and the sensation. "What a sweet, sweet lover you are, baby...your cock is so good in me..." Mrs. Taylor oozed. "...love that slow stretch from your thick, thick cock..." 'A small fib, no harm done,' Mrs. Taylor thought.
Clutch let his penis come out, paused and felt the awesome pleasure of entering her vagina, again and again. "Oh, baby...you know what I like...do it...slow and deep...' Mrs. Taylor murmured with as much false passion as she could summon. "...yes...stretch me, baby...again and again..."
Clutch could feel his orgasm wasn't far away, even with the slow fucking. The woman in front of him was so God damned sexy, he thought. He slowed down more and just held himself deep in her luxurious vagina. It was so much tighter and sexier than his wife's childbirth stretched and stitched offering. That is, when she deigned to offer it.
Mrs. Taylor gave her well practiced pelvic muscles a few squeezes and he moaned. "Oh God, Linda...don't make me come too soon. You are so, so..."
"Say it, lover...say it for me..."
"You are so fucking...beautiful...you've got the...ass a guy could die for..." Mrs. Taylor gave him some slow gentle pelvic muscle massage and he groaned and was biting his tongue...then withdrew. "Sorry, Linda, but when you do that..." He was trying to control his breathing, calming himself.
'Thank God,' he thought as his rising orgasm subsided. Just gazing at the vision of sexual beauty in front of him was keeping him close to the edge.
"It's okay, baby...take your time...enjoy...enjoy...maybe I can let you have a break."
Clutch moved back and watched his cock come out of her vagina. Mrs. Taylor stood up and looked around the room. There was one reasonably comfortable looking chair in the corner, likely for clients. She got up and walked over, pulled it to the centre of the room and sat down, pulling her dress up and splaying one leg over the arm of the chair. "Come here, lover...I want to show you something. See this little bud here?' as she pointed to her clitoris.
The room was just not light enough, so she took his finger and put it to her clitoris. "Didn't your wife ever tell you about these? They're magic." Clutch felt like blushing but she carried on. "Just give this, my clit, some sweet gentle sucking. And while you're doing that I want you to put two fingers in me and...I'll talk you through it."
Clutch just got down on his knees and murmured, "Okay."
Mrs. Taylor lay back in the chair and let him give her clit some well deserved attention. She closed her eyes and let herself go relaxed. 'Perhaps I can teach this guy to really make me come,' she thought. Clutch put his lips to her clit and started to suck. "Gentle at first, baby... just like a real baby would suck mommy's nipples...yes...just like that.
'He catches on quick,' she thought as he did exactly what he was told. "Above the bud...feel a bit of a shaft...a woman's shaft...lick up and down, gentle and sweet." 'Yes,' she thought, 'this just might work.'
After several minutes, Mrs. Taylor was feeling much better about her chances. "Lover...I want you to wet a finger and enter me...yes...just stroke a bit...slow..." Her vagina was feeling much better as well. "Now... a second finger...yes...good...now, listen to me...I want you to turn your hand palm up...that's right...now bend those fingers so they point up...yes...oh, yess...now, the magic part...stroke the top of my pussy...just inside a bit...oh, you are good...that's my G spot and it is a woman's magic button...sometimes it takes a while...but just keep going...and keep my clit happy too...now you're cooking...oh yeah...this is heaven for a woman...how are you feeling, lover?"
"Never...felt...better..."he answered and Mrs. Taylor knew it was true.
Mrs. Taylor let her mind wander to wonderful places. She pictured herself with two other women, one she was laying back against while she sweet talked and caressed her breasts. The other was between her legs, giving her heaven like only a woman can. She lay there relaxed as the waves of pleasure washed over and through her. She had already had two glorious Big Os and was slowly climbing to a third. The woman behind her was murmuring, "I can feel you...I can feel you breathing...your heart beating...I can feel your inner self...warmer...warmer...the warmth in your centre...flowing out from your centre...fullness in your centre...warm and soft...it is coming to take you again...let it fill you...let it flow...from your deepest centre...to your heart...to my heart..." Mrs. Taylor was half there and half before Clutch.
"Tell me lover...notice anything...inside me...?" Mrs. Taylor asked, not sure if the guy was bright enough to figure it out.
"Yes...I think you...it's a bit different now...your pu...your vagina where I'm rubbing...it's...firmer now...kind of like..."
"Ridges?" Mrs. Taylor offered.
"It means you're doing it right, baby...my G spot likes you..."
"And I like your G spot, Linda."
Mrs. Taylor gave a soft gentle laugh. "I'm glad lover...very glad..."
She drifted back to her threesome and listened to her lover coax her to heaven again. 'I love you, Dee...I really love you...fill for me...' Mrs. Taylor murmured, 'I love you too, Anne.' And she meant it. Claire, precious, precious Claire, between her legs was applying her expert skill and Mrs. Taylor just took slow deep breathes as her pelvic chakra was swelling and swelling, filling her whole body with the warm, firm pressure of her feminine love. Her pelvis was starting to move before she was aware of it. Anne, behind her just rocked with her, whispering the words as her hands massaged her breasts. Mrs. Taylor just worked with her breathing, letting it get deeper and a slight bit faster. Her pelvis was moving well now. Claire was making affirmative sounds as she felt the pressure in the centre before her rising.
Mrs. Taylor came back to Clutch and was happy to feel her pelvis doing the dance. "I...I might get physical, baby...it happens...stay with me...oh my god...you're doing it lover..."
Mrs. Taylor felt certain it was working. Her sense of pelvic heat and pressure was climbing and her breathing was getting deep. "Oh yes, baby...don't stop...don't fucking stop...here it comes...oh God...oh God..." Her pelvis was gyrating and she was afraid she would lose Clutch but he was still there.
Mrs. Taylor was squealing now...her pelvic was starting to spasm...she took a couple of short gasping breathes and...came like it was her women with her. "Yes!! Yes!! Harder!!"
She felt his fingers pressing so hard it felt almost like pain. The climax was still pouring and it hit her with one, then two and finally three convulsive spasms. She was screaming now, a deep primal howl and it stayed until her lungs were empty. For a few seconds she couldn't inhale. Then with a last convulsive gasp, she took in air and put her hand to her vulva to protect it. She collapsed back against the chair and just let her chest heave as she caught her breathe. Except for her heavy breathing, she was silent.
Clutch looked at her as he stood up. His eyes were wide with amazement. "Did I do that?" he mumbled.
Mrs. Taylor was surprised herself. She hadn't considered that a middle aged neophyte like Clutch could do that to her, even with her fantasies working overtime. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him standing above her. After a minute she finally spoke. "I'm impressed, lover...very, very impressed." 'A small lie but what the hell', she thought.
"Me too," was all he said. "Me too."
Mrs. Taylor stretched like a cat and got up. She looked at his still wrapped penis which was in need of attention. She dropped into her hooker BJ pose again and took the fully erect penis into her mouth. Clutch just sighed and gazed down as she played with his penis until it was again twitching with expectations. "You want to know something, lover?" she asked as she stood up.
He just asked "what" with his eyes.
"I want you to fuck me," and she got back on the desk, face down and got settled with her beautiful ass spread and ready. Her orgasmic fluids were thick, creamy and white. Clutch had never seen anything like it. "Go for it, baby," she oozed. "I'm ready to be fucked. You've got me so ready for you, baby. Now come here and fuck that pussy of mine."
Clutch's voice was a hoarse whisper. "Oh yeah...oh yeah..."
He moved in, held his penis ready and slipped in, luxuriating in the slipperiness of that magic fluid. Mrs. Taylor sighed with real emotion this time and just settled in to be fucked. "I've had mine, baby...this is for you...any way you want it..." He accepted her gift and started to stroke in her well lubricated vagina.
Clutch felt her to be warmer now, richer, softer yet firmer. It was the most luxuriously, heavenly vagina he had ever encountered. In truth, it was only the second in his life, never having had sex with any woman other than his wife. But she had never been like this. She had never made him feel like he was being pleasured. She had from the beginning balked at oral sex, and pretty much anything other than the missionary position. And here he was, fucking the ass of the century. She was fully clothed from the waist up and he couldn't have cared less. What he craved was right in front of him and she was okay with anything. He was living out every older man's fantasy. She was a stunning, nubile younger woman, with a body like a Greek Goddess, the face of an angel and the heart of a harlot. He looked at her as she lay on the desk, her face to the side, resting her head.
She had a gentle smile, a Mona Lisa smile, and he knew she was enjoying it too. He just steadily moved in her, full in, almost full out, steady and he finally felt like a...like a stud. 'There,' he said it silently to himself. 'I'm a stud!'
As if Mrs. Taylor could read his mind, she just murmured happily and he kept on fucking her. Little by little, he picked it up. At first his hips were just coming against her ass with a gentle push. Then he felt her bumping with his thrusts and he heard a wondrous sound as his hips slapped into her perfect ass.
Perfect ass... yes...she certainly had the perfect ass. He thought about one of his long held, deep, secret fantasies and imagined his penis, slowly sliding into her perfect asshole. The thought thrilled him and he felt his erection go to 110%. 'Any way you want it', she had said, 'any way you want it.'
Mrs. Taylor considered herself a keen judge of men and she was convinced she knew what Clutch was thinking. She had gotten him to give her oral to her ass as a planted seed and she was sure it was germinating. One way to find out. "Baby...any way you want it...remember...any way at all...fuck my ass if you want to...any way at all...yeah, that's it...fuck my ass...fuck my...tight...little...ass..." She gave him a little booty shake, just to make sure he was paying attention.
Clutch eased out of her precious vagina and just stared at that forbidden fruit. He hesitated for a second and then gently touched a finger tip to her offered and beautifully displayed bud. Mrs. Taylor just got up smiling and said, "Give me a second."
She reached for her purse and took out another packet of lube. She looked at him with a gentle grin. "It works best with lots of lube, you go slow and don't push to hard at first. It takes a bit for me to...accept you...okay?" raising her eyebrows.
Clutch didn't know what to say and just nodded "yes". Already he felt like his throbbing penis was going to go off before he even got near. He was trembling with the forbidden excitement. Mrs. Taylor gave him a reassuring kiss and said, "You'll be fine. I'll walk you through it."
She gave him the lube and got back over the desk. Her dress was out of the way and she arched her back so sensuously that Clutch again feared he would come on the spot. "Put the lube right on my hole and some on you." He did. "Now, I want you to get me ready...one finger at first"
Clutch took a second to understand, then blushed to himself, put a finger tip to her lovely bud and gently held it there. "Feel me give a bit...the steady pressure does that." Clutch felt a slight lowering of her tone and his finger tip eased in. "Perfect," she said, "and now just move it a bit, round and round...think slow stretch...yes...good...now, one more finger...slow...wait..."
Again, Clutch could feel her ring relax a bit and his second finger eased in. He was amazed to discover that this preparation was calming him down. 'I might just get to come in her ass after all,' he thought.
He moved his two fingers, trying to keep the stretching pressure steady. "You really don't know how incredible this feels," murmured Mrs. Taylor and meant it. An anal seduction was one of her favourite seductions and she was looking forward to his cock up her ass as his ass now belonged to her. She sighed gently and just accepted his finger movement.
She lay there for a quiet minute and then said, "Okay...one more...and more lube if you can...too much is perfect" He squeezed the last of it onto his third finger and this time he felt confident in his technique. He held it there, with gentle pressure and it took a bit longer but once again, her ass ring just seemed to want his three fingers in there.
"Okay, baby...slowly...slowly go deep until your knuckles are stopping you." As he did, she let out a low, almost guttural moan and she let her whole body go relaxed. "Slowly...back and forth, baby...in and out...you'll know when I'm ready for you...you'll feel it"
Clutch wondered what he had done to deserve this evening. He felt like he had been given the gift of a night with a five thousand dollar hooker, the very best high-class call girl in the city. As he moved his three fingers in her now relaxed ass, he could sense that she was ready. He kept up the fingering just for the joy of fingering her awesome ass. He felt his erection had actually fallen off but wasn't worried a bit. He just pictured his cock where his fingers were and he felt the desired effect. His fingers slid effortless in her and he now understood anal lubrication. His condom wrapped penis was nicely lubed from both the previous packet and her incredible girl come. He had heard some women produce the stuff with orgasm but his wife never had. 'My wife...what would she think?' He easily put that thought aside and got ready to fuck a sex goddess in the ass.
Mrs. Taylor sensed he was ready and she reached back and spread her cheeks, giving him a clear target. He moved in, adjusted his stance until his cock was perfectly aligned with her ass ring and...eased forward.
Mrs. Taylor was breathing easy and steady. Clutch knew she was relaxing for him. He held his cock head to her ring and waited. He was in no rush and he wanted this to go well. He felt Linda ease back against him, her ring seemed to relax slightly and he was happy to give her steady pressure back.
"You're doing just fine, baby...perfect...let it happen." He felt a certainty that it was all good and with Linda easing back just a bit harder, he felt it start to happen. He could see her ring relaxing. He could see her muscles softening. He eased ahead ever so slightly.
"Gentle baby...just like that." Half of his cock head seemed to be inside and as he watched with mounting joy, his cock head eased in and Linda softly asked him to go in just an inch or so. As he did, he felt his cock head ease through a firmly tight bit and then...he seemed to move past and the pressure was slightly less. "Oh my, baby, you did that well. Sure you've never done this before?"
"God no," he honestly answered. "This is incredible. I can't believe it. I'm actually..."
"You can say it, baby," Mrs. Taylor murmured. "Go ahead and say it."
"I'm...I'm..." started Clutch. "I'm...fucking you in the ass. Sweet Jesus...I'm fucking you in your ass! God, this feels so...good! So...fucking...good!" He was now very slowly moving, his cock smoothly gliding in a woman's ass for the very first time.
"What was that first bit...I felt..." He couldn't quite explain.
"Lover, that's the ass. It has a short ring of thicker muscle, and as your head moved through, your shaft, which isn't as thick, feels the tightness a bit less. You're in baby...you're in my ass...fucking my ass..."
Clutch had to suppress the urge to give a victory cry. He stared down in utter amazement. His cock was in a girl's ass. His cock was fucking in a girl's ass! It was right there...in her ass, and what an ass. He felt it was time to move a bit more.
"Slow and easy," Mrs. Taylor cautioned. "I'll let you know when you can pick it up...okay, baby?"
'Anything you say, Linda, anything you say,' he said silently and he started to ever so gently rock against her.
He could feel when his cock head came back against the muscle ring. 'God,' he thought. 'A guy's cock was made for this. Why the fuck hadn't Kate let me do this? I'm her husband, God Damn It. She fucking well better get used to it because, I'm gonna fucking well...fuck...her...up...her...God...Damned...ass. God damned right I am!'
He moved gently, rocking only an inch or two back and forth, slow, slow, slow. He was amazed that he hadn't come right away. In fact he felt like he could keep this up a while. As he moved, Linda was softly sighing. "Feels so...so...so good, baby...God, I love a guy who'll fuck my ass!"
Clutch wondered about her ex-fiancé but kept it to himself. Maybe Linda was the one who strayed. After all, she seemed to be hyper sexed. At least by his limited comparison. His wife...what would she say? 'Well, Kate, you never let me have this at home...so I'm getting it take-out.' That made him chuckle. Take-out. He moved back, feeling that ring constrain his head and he hesitated.
"It's good, baby...it's all good," encouraged Mrs. Taylor.
He felt the delicious tightness as his cock head was constricted and gazed as it appeared at the entrance to her ass. He carefully kept it part way in and slowly moved forward. Her ass seemed to want it deeper and he felt less constriction this time. He looked at her face, eyes closed and a look of bliss on her face. 'Wow,' he thought. 'Girls...some girls...really get off on this'.
He wasn't sure if there was a limit to depth. He eased forward slowly. Linda was unchanged, so he eased into her more. Her smile was still bliss, so he eased in more and was thrilled to see his hips tight against her cheeks. He was in all the way. He began once more to feel like a sex stud. 'I'm the man. I'm fucking this girl's ass and I'm in deep.'
Mrs. Taylor stirred and moved her head to the other side. "Fuck me, lover," she murmured. "Fuck me up my ass...you won't hurt me now...I'm all ready for you."
'Oh my God,' thought Clutch. 'Here I go.'
He started to rock in and out, deep in and out to the ring. It was tighter than her vagina, yet for some reason, the tightness didn't translate into more sensation...just different sensation. He had the thought to do something he had seen in a porn video, viewed on the road, well away from his wife. He slowly eased out and watched as her ring stayed partly open. He re-entered and felt that rush of tightness again. More steady rocking and then all out again. He just went in and completely out for half a dozen times, enjoying the sight and the sensation of his cock penetrating a woman's ass..
"Having fun, baby? I am."
"Oh God, Linda...this is unbelievable...this is so good...I'm actually..."
"You can say it, baby. Say it"
He chuckled. "Yes. I can. I'm fucking you in the ass, Linda." He gave her a few more solid thrusts, in deep and bumping her forward. "It feels so good, baby...it's so good." Clutch was starting to feel like this was life on cocaine. "I'm fucking your ass, Linda. Oh my God! I'm doing it. I'm in your ass and I love it!"
Mrs. Taylor was feeling very good about things. Clutch was doing a credible job with his first anal fuck and she was actually starting to feel a little heat. "Oh yeah, baby...do it to me...do it in my ass..."
Clutch was feeling very good. He was amazingly able to keep going with out the sensation of impending orgasm. Why, he had no clue, but he was very happy with it.
Mrs. Taylor rose up on her elbows and this lessened the arch in her back. Clutch kept up the fucking and for some reason the slight change of angle with less back arching seemed to stimulate Linda in a whole new way. "Fuck, this is good!!" she called out. "You can fuck my ass anytime, baby! My ass is yours. Fuck it!"
Clutch was now having serious thoughts about her story of the wayward fiancé, but he didn't care. 'This girl is the best fuck of my life. I don't care if she's a hooker on holidays.' And with that he started breathing a bit harder.
"Fucking you, Linda, I'm fucking you...fucking your ass, girl." He never dared speak to his wife this way during sex. But then, compared to what was happening in here, what he did with his wife on occasion, didn't qualify.
Mrs. Taylor wanted one last position. "Baby...baby...stop a sec... let me turn around." Clutch withdrew and she turned to face him, sitting on the edge of the desk. He bent his knees but it seemed her ass was now too low.
Mrs. Taylor thought so as well and said, "Get a cushion off that chair." He quickly did and she put it under her ass, wiggled a bit to get closer to the edge and said," Better...now one more time, lover."
Clutch held his cock, moved in and put it to her ass. 'Come on,' he felt himself thinking. In only seconds that seemed like minutes, his cock was sliding back into Linda's ass. He started slow again, but built up speed.
"Yeah, baby...oh yeah," encouraged Mrs. Taylor. This newer angle seemed to be sending her. His cock was at full erection, slightly up and her ass was right there. "Fuck me, baby...fuck me like you paid for me...fuck that ass for me..." She leaned back and now his cock was in her ass but aimed up to her vagina. He couldn't understand it but this seemed like raw sexual power to her. She even pulled her legs up, and Clutch was in his final minute.
The overwhelming sexuality of it all had gone to his head. The sounds she was making and her facial expressions were like an aphrodisiac. He was losing it and he began to groan. "Oh Kate, oh Kate," and he stopped in his tracks, realizing he had called out his wife's name.
Mrs. Taylor was not surprised and didn't care. "It's okay, baby...don't stop...God, don't stop...just keep fucking me!"
Clutch thanked his lucky stars and did what he was told. He was staring at his cock, moving rapidly back and forth in Linda's ass, his hips slapping her cheeks. She was gasping and holding her legs back as far as she could. There was her incredible vagina and it was empty. His cock was filling her other hole and she was screaming, "Gonna come!! Gonna come!! Holy shit...Holy shit...fuckin' baby..."
Clutch was teetering on the edge. This felt so different he wasn't sure what to expect. 'You're gonna come, you idiot! Right up her ass!' he realized and he felt Linda's ass start to clamp down on his cock. She was sucking air through clenched teeth. The pressure around his cock was...almost painful. He couldn't move in her now. He felt the pressure build and build and build. Linda threw her head back and howled.
Her anal ring felt like it was going to cut off his cock. He exploded in the most powerful orgasm of his life. He felt a stab of pain go through his cock, like it was being crushed. His body was trying to ejaculate but Linda's ass was too tight. She relaxed for a half a second and he felt more come pour into the condom than he thought possible. The pain...no, pleasure was unbelievable. He stared at the base of his cock, buried in Linda's ass and felt spurt after spurt of cum.
Linda's ass was clamped like a vice. She was saying, "Oh my God...oh my God," over and over. Clutch felt like his whole body was melting. He stared into Mrs. Taylor's face and watched as she stared back at him, her eyes narrowed and unseeing.
Clutch was spent. His legs were like rubber. As much as he wanted his cock to stay in that heavenly ass forever, he had to withdraw. He collapsed onto the cushion less chair and just gasped for air. Linda was lying flat on her back on the desk, the cushion on the floor and her legs dangling over the edge. Her dress was bunched up under her and her vulva was there to see. Clutch just gazed at it, knowing he would never see it again. She was saying, "I don't believe it. I don't believe it."
She looked over at Clutch, managed to sit up on the desk and repeated it. "I don't believe it. I never thought...that you would...be able to do that...to me." She gave him a sly look and said, "I guess the wife is in for some new experiences. These new skills you have...really ought to perk up her sex drive."
Clutch just groaned, knowing that the chances of fucking his wife in the ass were non-existent. "Yeah...she's gonna...love this...
Mrs. Taylor stood up, looked around and found her panties. She stepped into them, pulled them up and she was dressed. She shook out her dress, ran her hands through her wig and picked up her purse. She was ready to leave. Clutch was still nude and wasn't sure if he had the energy to get dressed.
Mrs. Taylor looked at him. "I'd better get going, Ken. You should probably stay here for a while. Best to be discreet, I think."
Ken couldn't think of anything to say. He was still coming down from the orgasm of his life. He smiled. Her hand was on the door, unlocking it. She turned and said, "Good-bye Ken", and she was out the door.
Mrs. Taylor waked through the office, unlocked the glass door and headed for the elevator. She found herself humming that aria from Don Giovanni. On the way down , she was regaining her perspective. That had been fun. Far more fun than she had expected. Ken really turned out to be a good fuck.
She unlocked the front door and headed back towards the bar. Just beyond the bar she spotted a late night drug store. She walked to it and found a pay phone. She dialled for directory assistance. She deliberately messed with the automatic operator and got a real one.
"How may I help you?"
"A local residential number please, for Ken Rowland."
"I don't see a Ken Rowland. I do have a K and K Rowland on west seventeenth."
"That would be it, thank you."
"Please deposit twenty-five cents."
Mrs. Taylor put a quarter in the payphone and in a few seconds the number was ringing. Ken was a much better fuck than she had originally sized him up for, but she still had her principles. The phone was answered and a female voice said, "Hello."
"Hello. Is this Kate Rowland?"
A slight pause, then, "Yes...who is this?"
"Oh Mrs. Rowland, we don't know each other, but I met your husband Ken at the Bull Pen bar this evening."
Again, there was a pause. "What's this about and who are you?"
"I'm Linda. I hit on your husband tonight and got him to take me to his office at the insurance company. He fucked me doggy style while I was across his desk. He did so well, I let him finish in my ass. Clutch really is a good finisher. By the way, that's a nice photo of you and the kids on his desk. Is that a Golden Retriever?
"I love Golden Retrievers. I've just had your husband. Do you think I can have your dog?" There was just stony silence. " No...well that's okay. Ken should be home in about half an hour. Bye." She hung up.
'Great ass fucker for a guy new to it', she thought, 'but he's still a rat.' She walked to the bar to hail a cab.
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