Sam Stone - Turned on wife

What was wrong with her? Frigid? Why?

He lifted his shoulders in a spare shrug and started to enter the cabana. Then he became aware of the darkness around him. He glanced towards the motel office and wondered how often his Uncle Max had boozed himself to sleep, and how many times the old fart had forgotten to turn on the night lights while he had been away in the service.

"I ought to go in there and shake him out of the sheets," Dan muttered angrily. "Better still, I should go in there and fire his lazy ass."

"You won't do it tonight," a soft voice purred from the shadows that hovered near the pool. "Uncle Max isn't home. He went for a ride with Gil Savage."

Dan recognized the voice of Liz Trent and answered, "This seems to be the night for taking rides. Steve took one with Monique Dubois."

Liz Trent laughed softly. "The change of menu will do Steve good. You ought to try it yourself sometime, Daniel."

"Like maybe tonight?"

"Why not?"

"With you?"

"Why not?" she echoed. "It wouldn't be the first time, would it?"

Dan crunched his way across the sea shells and joined Liz on the concrete apron that skirted the pool. He knew where she was located, but he couldn't see her. Not plainly. He suddenly wanted to see more than a silhouette. He went over to the switch box and pulled the lever that turned on the pool lights. And then he saw her.

Liz Trent, dressed in a skimpy bikini, was stretched out on a blanket near the diving board. Now she came to a sitting position and said, "I have a jug with me…"

Dan hesitated for a moment, saying nothing.

"Kitten isn't home, either," Liz said pointedly. "She went for a stroll along the beach. She always goes there when she has a problem. She won't be back for hours." She handed him a glass and patted the blanket beside her. "Park it, Daniel."

He sank down beside her and lit a pair of cigarettes while she poured their drinks.

Liz clinked her glass against his and said, "Here's to frustration, Daniel."

"Yours or mine?"

Liz smiled and shook her head. "I haven't any hang-ups. I'm toasting pours."

"What makes you think I have any?"

The smile wobbled on her lips. "Don't try to con me, darling. After being away from his wife for a year, a husband doesn't spend his first night at a gin mill unless he's frustrated about something."

"We had a fight."

"Sure. In the bedroom."

He shrugged. "It happens."

Liz snorted. "With Kitten, it'll happen often. I know her better than you do, Daniel. She has a beauty of a block when it comes to doing what comes naturally."

He didn't get pissed. "She'll get over it. So will you."

"Will I, Daniel?" Her voice sounded brittle. "I'm the one who should have been at the landing to greet you today, and I'm the one who should have taken that big cock of yours this afternoon, not Kitten." She licked her lips in a moistening gesture. "I can still take that big whang of yours, lover. Now. Right here. Under the lights. Your dick. Balls and all. How about it?"

Mild annoyance edged his voice. "Stop acting like a bitch, Liz."

She gave him a twisted smile. "Who's acting? Think back and you'll discover that I've always made like a woman, but never like a bitch. Not with you. Not ever with you."

Liz wasn't lying. She was remembering something he had almost forgotten. Now it came back to him, too. He had been her first lover.

Liz said teasingly, "It isn't very flattering to be forgotten by the man who copped my cherry."

"I didn't forget."

"Bullshit! Ten to one you can't even remember where it happened."

Dan had no trouble visualizing what he now thought of as the cherry incident. He had been on the beach, toasting himself in the sunshine when…

He hadn't heard the girl walk up to him. When she spoke, he stopped woolgathering and sat up on the sand to look at her. He lifted his shades and liked what he saw. So did his cock. She was a bouncy little redhead, surely no more than a teenager, with jade-colored eyes that told him she trusted the entire world, no questions asked.

"Hi," he responded.

She had an innocent face, pouting lips, and tits tucked behind a scrap of halter that were no bigger than a pair of oranges. Was she as innocent as she looked? He decided to find out. She was young, to be sure, but his conscience and the sudden ache in his balls couldn't have cared less.

He smiled suddenly at the miniature redhead with the orange-sized tits and said, "I like your bathing suit."

"It's nothing, really."

"I know. That's why I like it."

She laughed.

His eyes feasted on her firm boobs. She showed no embarrassment. He lifted his glance to meet hers and asked, "Do you live around here, kid?"

She took a deep breath that did nice things to her crowded halter. "I live around here, but I'm not a kid, and if you want me to be your friend, you'd better stop calling me one."

"Sorry, but I have to call you something."

"Liz what?"

"Liz Randall. Pop is the weekend fisherman's favorite guide around here."

He blinked. "You're Cap Randall's kid?"

Liz took a long, shallow breath. "I told you not to call me a…"

"I know, I know. You don't want to be called a kid." He laughed. "So you're Cap's daughter? Damn, I didn't think the old boy had anyone in this world, except himself."

"Cap was a bit shook himself when I barged in on him two weeks back. Can't say I blame him much. I wasn't even aware of his existence until Mother kicked the bucket. Mind if I plop down so we can talk in comfort?"

"That's up to you, but I think you'd better find out who I am first."

Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "I already know. Cap pointed you out in the village the other day. Your name is Dan Hunter, and you're a year short of the legal age necessary to operate the motel you inherited after your parents went down with their yacht during last year's hurricane. Now may I sit down?"

"Be my guest, but I think it's only fair to warn you that I'm a sex fiend."

Liz sat down and wrinkled her slightly turned up nose at him. "I should be so lucky."

His cock twitched as he grinned at her. "Sour grapes?"

"Not really. Chalk it up to boredom."

"Care to explain that?"

Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his swim trunks for a moment. Then she smiled at him and said, "I'm bored from not getting bored. The island boys shy away from me because they're afraid of Cap, and the men back off." She sighed. "At the rate I'm going, I'll die an old maid."

"Or a virgin."

She shivered in the sunlight. "You should go home and wash your mouth out with soap for saying that."

"For calling you a virgin?"

"What else?"

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Still cherry?"

"Yes, but I don't want to be. It's very annoying."

Dan threw back his head and laughed. "You're the strangest girl I've ever met."

"Why? Because I'm honest? Or because I'm still the not-so-proud owner of a cherry?"

"Both."

She shrugged and made her tits quiver. "I can't do anything about the first, but I'm willing to change where the other is concerned." She moistened her lips. "Would you like to corrupt me?"

He studied her. His first impression was that Liz Randall wasn't very wealthy in the gray-matter department, but a second look convinced him otherwise. No dummy here. Just a sexy little cunt in need of a stiff prick.

He licked his lips and admired Liz's budding tits while he pondered the situation. The doll was throwing her undefiled pussy in his face, and he wanted to make the catch, but in the same breath he was reluctant. It would have been smart to get up and walk away with his stiff dick, but he found it impossible to pass up the opportunity to pluck her cherry. A moment later he made his decision. He looked around to see if the coast was clear, and then he went for broke.