Robert Jenkins: Loose wife

The next few days passed like a bad dream for Jill. She lived in a perpetual haze of indecision. Her horny, hungry cunt told her to go out and fuck Pat. Her frightened mind warned her of the horrible consequences, never spelled out in detail, but even more frightening in their vagueness.

Then one day it happened. She ran into Pat when she was out shopping.

"Jill!" she heard behind her on the street.

Spinning around, she saw Pat smiling at her, his eyes already at work on her body, trying to pry underneath her clothing.

Jill could hardly reply. She felt weak. It was as if temptation had crept up behind her and slugged the back of her head. Sandbagged.

"W-What are you doing here?" she stammered. Pat looked puzzled. "I've got the day off," he said. "Just out doing a few errands." His face creased in a smile. "Hey, how about joining me in a drink?"

Jill tried to refuse politely, but Pat kept pressing. She finally accepted, partly because she was beginning to realize how badly she needed a drink.

They went to a small bar. The first drink soothed her tremendously. Jill found herself enjoying being with Pat. Out by herself with a sexy man. Fortunately, in a nice safe public place.

The alcohol filled her with a warm glow. She became aware of Pat's knee pushing against her thigh. She pushed back, thrilled. Her pussy began to grow warm and moist. She could feel it steaming underneath the tight crotch band of her panties. So nice to be teased and tease back a little, and really, so harmless.

"You know, I don't even know where you live," she said to Pat. The conversation had been growing cautiously personal. She saw that Pat wasn't as threatening as she'd thought he was. In fact, in daylight, he scented a little shy.

Pat's eyes lit up. "I have a fabulous place!" he enthused. "Just moved into it the other day. It's on top of a hill, really private, with a fabulous, all around. Want to see it?"

Jill realized she'd trapped herself. "Well… I don't know…"

But the alcohol had given her false courage. She felt she was up to handling any moral challenge that came her way while she was with Pat. Or, so at least she told herself.

Pat's house turned out to be all he'd told her. A snug little bachelor pad on a large piece of ground, the city spread out below. Jill was genuinely impressed. She went the rounds of the big picture windows, exclaiming at the view.

But out of the corner of her eyes, she was acutely aware of the big bed in one corner. It had a spread made of some kind of fin. She wondered how it would feel on a naked back, then sternly warned herself against such thoughts.

Pat made a pass at her, reaching out to take Jill in his anus. She moved away, trying to make it look accidental, but her heart was beginning to hammer. She knew she should leave, ask Pat to take back to her car. But her body ached to stay.

Pat seemed to give up for a while. He turned to other delights. "Like to smoke a little weed?" he asked. "I bought some really good stuff the other day."

"Well… I don't know…" she said dubiously.

Neither she nor Hal were much into smoking marijuana. A little now and then when their more hip friends made an offering.

But it was a diversion, a chance to give herself time to think, to collect her scattered wits. Her body was almost shaking with desire from being so close to the man she'd wanted so long.

Pat was already rolling a joint. She watched how nimbly his fingers moved. Wondered if they'd be as light and sure stroking her clit, her nipples. A shudder shook the confused brunette's body.

Jill smoked when Pat lit up the joint and passed it to her. The acrid fumes at first made her cough. But slowly, she felt the drug seep into her bloodstream. Suddenly, she was split into two parts – an eager, sex-starved body, and a disembodied mind, coolly watching everything that was happening.

She felt so detached. Even when Pat put the half-smoked roach down and came up to her. He pulled her up from her chair by the hands. She came willingly enough. Then his arms were around her. She felt her tits give as they pushed into his hard chest. His mouth was only inches from hers.

Then they were kissing, Pat's tongue worming deep into her mouth.

Jill's mind watched her body respond, shared every sharp, intense sensation, but did nothing to interfere. Pat's leg worked in between her thighs, opening her legs up, his thigh pressing demandingly against her cunt.

Jill felt signals of pleasure pouring up from her cunt, radiating slowly throughout her body. She knew she should stop Pat when he began to unbutton her blouse. But "should" didn't seem to have any real meaning any more. His fingers slipped underneath her bra, seeking out her nipples. Slow waves of feeling throbbed through her body as he fondled her quickly hardening nipples. She could feel each throb as a slow, separate wave of feelings.

Neither of them had so far said a word since Pat first took hold of her. Jill heard a funny rushing sound, and only slowly realized it was the sound of her own panting breath.

"Mmmmnnn," she finally sighed as Pat reached down and stuck a hand up underneath her skirt.

She flinched as she felt his fingers pawing at the front of her panties. He started rubbing her pussy through the slick nylon material.

I'm giving up, Jill told herself. I'm going to let him fuck me. That's the way everyone seems to want it. Why fight?

To Pat's surprise, Jill suddenly spread her legs as far apart as she could and still maintain her balance. Her crotch was now wide open to his fumbling fingers.

Pat was a lot shier than Jill had realized. He had been very impressed with the beautiful young brunette when he'd first seen her at the party. He'd been suave enough then, making it clear right from the first he wanted to fuck her. Not crudely. Just letting her know by her manner, and the open way he admired her body that he desired her.

And she'd seemed to respond in kind. It was one thins though, to play a parlor game of seduction at a cocktail party, and another to have the real live willing woman in his arms. Pat grew a little timid when he smoked dope. Jill's eager spreading of her legs had surprised him.

But he meant to go ahead. He meant to fuck the beautiful woman panting against him, her body spited tightly to his.

"God, I think it's hot in heft!" he blurted out. "Are you hot?"

"Oh, yes!" Jill panted. "Let's take our clothes off!"

Pat was surprised. It was all suddenly going so fast. For something like three weeks he'd been tying to get into Jill's pants, never really believing it was going to happen. And now, she was suddenly ready, obviously begging to be fucked!

Pat gulped as Jill stood back, her arms at her side. He wondered what she was going to do now.

"Well… aren't you going to undress me?" she asked throatily, her dark eyes shining with excitement.

Oh, Jesus! To get at the tits poking out the front of her blouse! It was already partly unbuttoned, the deep deft between her tits disappearing down into her bra.

Pat unbuttoned the rest of Jill's blouse, then fumblingly pulled it from her. Then he reached around behind the quietly smiling brunette, struggling with the catch of her brassiere. He'd never been very talented at this part of the seduction game. He bated all brassiere catches with a passion. They never seemed to open for him.

Finally, it was Jill who had to reach around behind her back and unfasten the clasp. Her bra peeled from her full tits like a glove. Pat stared at the big, pink-tipped globes, dancing and swaying erotically as Jill moved.

"Jesus!" he biased.

Forgetting everything else but the lush tits bouncing nakedly in front of his staring eyes, Pat reached out and sank his fingers into their resilient softness.