Gale Roman - Swinging wife

"What kind of mood are you in now?" Karl asked. Shit, if he could fuck her, the guys wouldn't even believe him!

"Kind of a lazy mood," Sally confessed. "How about you? Are you in any kind of a hurry to get where you're going?"

Karl shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He wanted to make sure that he understood her meaning before overstepping his bounds.

"Naw," he confessed. "I'm just meeting the guys, shooting a little pool. That kind of thing."

Sally put her hand on his thigh. It was hard as steel.

Karl didn't flinch. He had heard about women like Sally, but he never thought it would be his good fortune to meet one. He could smell her perfume and it excited him.

Sally left her hand on his thigh.

"Ever been up by the lake?" she asked him.

Karl's cock rose in his tight jeans. "Yeah," he said slowly. "Sun! Lots of times."

"Why don't you take a ride with me?" Sally asked. Her voice had become hoarse and so low Karl had a hard time hearing her.

"Okay," he said. "Why not?"

Sally stopped the car and made an illegal U-turn on Route 59. Fuck the cops, she thought. She wanted to get caught. Caught at something. It seemed to her that she got away with everything. Rather than make her feel lucky, she felt no one noticed her enough to care.

She drove quickly, neither one of them speaking. Karl looked as though someone had approached him on the streets and signed him to his own television series. Sally looked as though she was hell-bent on destruction.

They flew through the little towns that separated them from Greenwood Lake. It had been a long time since Sally had been up there, and as they raced along, she could see the firs and evergreen trees that lined the huge lake. Turning off the highway, she parked so that the car couldn't be seen from the road.

She turned on the radio and the two of them sat there. Sally lit a cigarette and offered one to Karl. He refused. She took a few drags on hers anyway, before snubbing it out in the ashtray.

Karl knew what he was there for. He was only giving her time to think it over twice.

"You married?" he asked, his voice cutting into the silence of the woods with a startling nearness.

"Yeah," Sally said grimly. "Why?"

"I thought so," Karl said triumphantly. He sure as shit didn't think a single woman that looked this terrific would be picking up someone like him!

Sally felt his arm go around her awkwardly, but she went to him right away. She didn't know if it was possible, but he smelled of youth and aftershave. She felt as though she was back in high school and she wanted Karl to fuck her with the same intensity boys she had known possessed. She was tired of the studied way other men made love. Maybe they were tired, she thought to herself. Karl was pulling her head towards his face now and she went to him.

His mouth opened and covered hers and soon she could feel his tongue wedged firmly between her teeth. An electric spark shot through her body.

His hands were becoming bolder now, scraping up and down her body as though trying to crush her.

"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes!"

Karl's hand was busy at his zipper now, trying to get his cock out of his pants. With his other hand, he grabbed her between the legs, feeling the moistness of her cunt on the damp fabric.

Sally groaned and tried to get her slacks off. Damn! she swore to herself. Why hadn't she worn a skirt? It certainly would have been a lot easier. She also wanted to get out of the car. They would never be able to fuck in a comfortable position in this little sports number.

Breaking away from his grasp, she opened the door on her side and got out. Now it was easy for her to slip out of her slacks, and she did. Spreading them on the pine needles, she made a kind of bed.

"Come!" she told Karl. "Come down with me."

Karl took his jeans off and placed them under her buttocks. He mounted her swiftly, not bothering with any foreplay at all. Sally felt his hard cock thrust up inside her cunt and almost cried out with pain and pleasure.

He was like a fucking animal, she thought. His cock moved like a piston in and out of her cunt. She liked it this way sometimes, and now was one of those times.

Karl began to shudder. His body had reached its limits and he was about to shoot his cum into her cunt. Sally wanted to feel his fuck-juice splash all over her insides, bathing her and calming her down.

"Come!" she urged. "Don't stop now! Oh, please, fuck me harder!"

Karl knew that women babbled when they were getting a piece of ass, but so did men. He didn't talk much himself, however, only grunted. He let out one big grunt and then Sally felt the first of several spurts splash against her womb.

Her cunt muscles constricted for the last time, holding his prick in place, milking all of his jism out of his balls before releasing his prick. She could hear his hoarse breathing in her ears and the racing of his own pounding heart. But then it calmed down and he rolled off her. Sally watched him as he stood and dressed quickly.

"I guess we should go," he told her. He seemed embarrassed now, as though knowing his usefulness for her had passed.

"Yeah," Sally agreed, pulling her slacks on. "You have your friends to meet."

She drove him back down the mountain and onto the highway that led to Nanuet.

"That was nice," she told him. "You should come and see me sometimes."

"I might," Karl said. He wanted to get away from, her now that he had gotten his rocks off. What was he going to do with an older woman? He sure as shit couldn't take her shooting pool with the guys!

Sally let him out of the car and he turned to her, not to kiss her good-bye but to thank her.

"Take care of yourself," Sally called after him, watching as he walked into the poolhall. Then she put the car in gear and drove towards her house.

Jason and Bill should be back by now, she thought as she drove along. She wondered what on earth they had to talk about, but suspected it was her. Karl had done a good job at quenching the rage and desire that had burned in her, but in her calmness there was a vague emptiness.

As she let herself in the house, she could hear their voices in the living room.

"Yeah," Bill was saying. "Sally would probably kill me if she knew about Fran. Believe me, Jason, you met her yourself. Wasn't she a great-looking piece?"

"Sure was," Jason said.

Sally could tell by the tone of their voices they sure as shit weren't fighting! She decided to try to hear as much of their conversation as she could before announcing her arrival.

"But I've got a good thing going here," Bill was saying. "I wouldn't want to divorce Sally. I mean, it's hard to find a good wife these days, if you know what I mean."

"Yes," Jason told him. "I know what you mean, and you're a very lucky man, Bill. An extremely lucky man."

Sally could just envision what the smile on Bill's face would look like. She knew how smug he was and how Jason's approval of Sally meant a lot to him.

"Do you think she ever gets bored with me gone so much?" Bill was asking Jason. "I mean, maybe if you're around sometime and not working, you could check in on her every once in a while. Would you mind doing that? Just for old times sake?"

"Not at all," Jason assured Bill. "It would be my pleasure!"

Sally smiled. It looked as though she would have her cake and eat it, too! She wondered how many millions there were like her. Housewives that were fucking around on their husbands without their knowledge. The hypocrisy of the whole situation struck her as amusing. Bill wanted to have his cake and eat it, too, just like her. If nothing else, they both wanted the same things, even if it wasn't each other. She decided now would be a good time to walk into the living room.

"Hi, boys," she said, doing an imitation of Mae West. "How's it going?"