Richard Travis - Another suck wife

Kitty paused, looking at her watch. It was almost eleven. James had finished his work, and gone by now. What a fucking waste!

No, not completely. James wouldn't let it go to waste. He'd take that beautiful body and hard cock of his somewhere else. Knowing him, Kitty figured it wouldn't take him ten minutes to find another pussy eager to get it.

She looked at Harold, still smiling at her, still holding his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, inviting her to join him.

"You're here to enjoy," he whispered. "Don't be bashful."

She crawled out of bed, sat on the floor between his legs, and began licking his cock, feeling a sight sense of accomplishment when it began to rise once again.

"All right, Sarah," he said into the phone. "Go over that last paragraph once more. I want to get it right."

Kitty wanted to get it right too. She sucked harder, practicing the manipulation of her tongue up and down his hard cock, around its head. Practice makes perfect, she thought.

She wanted to get it so right that if something like this ever happened again, James would be so eager for her, he would wait rather than look elsewhere.

She must have done something right. Harold came in a matter of minutes.

"That was wonderful, darling," he said. Kitty had to look up to see if he was talking to her or was still on the phone. He was talking to her. The receiver as in its cradle.

"It's refreshing, isn't it?" he asked. "A new place, a new time."

Kitty felt a wave of resentment. He was satisfied. She still had a hungry pussy.

The phone rang again. Harold answered it after the first ring. "Yeah, Sarah, I understand. Tell him I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

Kitty dressed, feeling cheap and overly exposed in her flimsy dress, with no bra or panties, as she walked to the car with a man in a business suit.

He was back in his business world, miles away, thinking about the meeting he was going to attend.

They were in such different worlds. Kitty was thinking about James – and Clyde and Marcia – and she wondered whom James was eating right now.

At first she thought James was trying to teach her a lesson for having stood him up. He sent a substitute to work in the lawn the following week, without bothering to call and explain.

The substitute was a jolly man, easy to talk to and even though he didn't move as fast as James, he worked longer and was very thorough. He was also a grandfather, and the only thing of a personal nature he offered to show Kitty were pictures of his grandchildren.

She bought a vibrator. Better that than nothing. When Harold came home from the office, tired from an afternoon meeting that stretched to dark, she attacked him like a starved fox emerging from a forest fire.

Harold didn't resist, but be was even more passive than usual. She sucked his cock, then got on top and pound her pussy onto his cock until he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Once again Kitty lay awake for hours – hurting until her trusty vibrator finally eased her fiery passion.

The following week James returned. "Are you pissed?" Kitty asked. "Why should I be pissed?"

"I had to leave. My husband…" James laughed. "I'm used to seeing the best-laid plans shattered by unpredictable husbands, or wives. That's why I decided long ago not to try marriage again."

"Then you aren't pissed?"

"Hell no!"

Kitty smiled, feeling relieved. "Care to come in for a glass of iced tea when you finish?"

James shook his head. "I'm afraid you might be a little naive, Kitty."

"I don't understand."

"Your husband. He suspects something."

"Why do you say that?"

"Why else would he decide to take you off to a motel just after seeing you talk to me in the back yard?"

Kitty laughed. "You've got it wrong, James, really. He doesn't think about anything but business. It's his entire life!"

"Don't make book on that, Kitty. You know your husband, but I know men in general."

"Then you won't come inside?"

"Nothing personal, Kitty. The idea of being shot by a jealous husband doesn't scare me, but I'd hate to have it happen in his own bed. No jury in the land would avenge my death."

Kitty grinned. "No problem. How about another bed?"

"I've got a couple of friends dropping by this afternoon. You're welcome to join us if you like."

Kitty grinned happily. "I'll be there!" She got busy finishing her housework, then taking a shower and selecting the right clothes, or lack of them, for an afternoon with James and his friends.

He had such interesting friends. She wondered if Clyde might be there. She had been sore a week after that night with Clyde, but it was worth it. God! What a wonderful cock?

It was as if her idle thoughts had willed it. Clyde phoned.

"My wife is visiting her mother on the coast," he said. "Interested?"

"What about Marcia?" Kitty asked.

Clyde laughed. "I saw her last week. She suggested you!"

Kitty could understand that. Marcia was probably still too sore to walk. She would be only too happy to have him call in some reserves.

"Not here," she said, remembering James' remarks about Harold's possible suspicions.

"Here then," Clyde replied. "You can drive up in a couple of hours, be back home in plenty of time for dinner."

The idea was terribly exciting, but the thought of driving all the way to Flagstaff for a rendezvous with a big cock made Kitty hesitate.

"I've installed a gadget in my bedroom that will interest you," Clyde said.

"What kind of gadget?"

"You'll have to see it. I designed it myself."

"You're being awfully mysterious."

"It's hard to explain over the phone. I got the idea watching them breed thoroughbred race horses. You'll love it!"

"Sounds interesting, but…"

"Think about it. I'll be expecting you tomorrow." He hung up before Kitty could reply. She was glad. She didn't want to accept without thinking about it. On the other hand, she didn't want to reject the invitation outright.

No woman in her right mind, or right body, would reject an invitation from a man like Clyde without good reason.

She put it out of her mind and drove to James' house.

The couple of friends James had mentioned turned out to be a couple of women.

"This is Ethel," James said, pointing to a slight, shy-looking young woman who looked like she might burst into tears if somebody screamed at her.

She had a pretty face, thin and void of much makeup. She looked pale, as if she needed both sleep and a shot of vitamins.

"And this is Big Edith," James continued. Big Edith was as large and robust as Ethel was thin and withdrawn. She wore jeans with a western belt and a cotton shirt that hugged her huge tits. She wore western boots and her hair looked like she'd brushed it with a hay rake.

Big Edith shook Kitty's hand like a longshoreman. "You really pick some lookers, James!" She smiled, looking Kitty over from top to bottom.

"I thought you'd be pleased," James said. Kitty sat down, slightly frightened, but also fascinated. There was something about the commanding presence of Big Edith that aroused her admiration, as well as a sensual desire.

The shy, shadow-like Ethel, rested her head on Edith's large thigh. Ethel patted her hair, gently, like an old man pats the head of his dog.

"Understand you've been trying to turn your husband on by blowing him," Edith said, matter-of-factly.

Kitty looked at James, who sat with an innocent smile. "I don't know who told you that!"

Edith looked at Kitty a moment, still patting Ethel's hair gently. She started to get out of the chair.

"Tell you what, James," she said. "She's got everything it takes, just like you said. Give her a few months more to join the world of the living, to get out of the strait-jacket she's in. Then call me."