Mary Moore - Whore wife

"Well, how did YOU get in?" said a male voice behind her. She creamed into her panties.

Coolly she turned and addressed Frankie. "How nice to see you again!" she replied, ignoring his question. She eyed him, half seductively and half ready to throw her drink in his face if he dared to insult or reject her again.

"You have surviving power," he commented. He stared her down, then leaned over to kiss her on the lips.

His warm lips broke the ice. "How have you been?" she asked, only a shade on guard now, and only slightly resenting his sudden familiarity.

"Fine. I fly out of here tomorrow. Thank God. Was a terrific experience – don't mean to insult your ton," he said cautiously.

"But you miss your family. Your wife," she filled in.

"Yes. But Chicago mostly," he said drily. "How did my friend work out for you there? I hesitate to ask."

"Fine, just fine. It won't happen again, I assure you. I needed just enough to get me out of a financial nit. He was more than generous."

"I dare say you were too. You have an expensive body, my dear. You mustn't throw it around like that."

"I'm having fun, Frankie. Getting to know different types. Of men." Visions of cocks danced in her head.

He laughed. "I must say, you will succeed at anything you try. That's a good sign. Still considering the theater?"

She shrugged. "Haven't thought much more about it. Maybe. Why not?"

"It may deliver the moral boost you need. What about your husband?"

"I have no idea. I don't miss him when I go out evenings. But it's nice to know he'll be there when I go home."

"You hope he'll be there!"

His statement gave her pause. She shrugged it off. She liked Frankie. Quite a bit in fact. Though she couldn't forget that time when he'd judged her so.

"Forgive me?" she said.

He nodded. "Here's looking at you." He raised his glass and they both drank. "I was expecting someone else tonight. A local friend. Not as pretty as you, I might add."

"Ohhhh?" Linda pretended innocence. Here's to Elaine.

"She hasn't shown up. It's just as well. I'd like to take you home with me instead."

"Home?" asked Linda.

"My temporary home. The hotel." He paused, and raised his hand dramatically in a sweeping gesture. "Well, it just occurred to me, why not Chicago, too?"

"You should leave home," said Frankie, raising his head. Linda shrugged. The cab hit a bump and he nearly tumbled down on top of her. They laughed.

"Sorry, folks," apologized the cabbie.

"Ever made it in the back of a taxi?" asked Frankie in a low voice.

Linda shook her head. "Have you?"

"Once. Paid the cab driver a lot of money. Told him to drive out to the edge of town where it was darker."

Linda raised her eyebrows. "Must be exciting. Chicago, I mean."

"Well, it's a cut above this place. You'd like it. You have a standing invitation." The cab stopped in front of the hotel.

He took her arm going through the lobby and looked neither to the right nor the left. It was Linda who looked all around, slightly self-conscious, noticing everyone – the desk clerk, the bellhop. When the bellhop nodded and Frankie didn't look up, Linda tugged on his arm.

"Oh, good evening," he nodded and pressed the elevator button. "I'm very tired," he said. "It's been a long day. I've got to pack yet tonight."

"I'll help you," said Linda.

"You can help in other ways," Frankie said mischievously, mauling her tit and groin in the otherwise empty elevator.

"Yes, oh yes, a thousand times, yes," quipped Linda.

Inside the room, with the door closed, Frankie grabbed her, pulled her to him.

She wondered if she would feel funny in a second man's arms the same night. She thought a minute, holding Frankie close. No, she reasoned. Gordon was a boy. Frankie was a man. She was very fond of him, she knew. She needed him all the way.

Her breasts grazed Frankie's chest. He unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra. Then he eased his hand inside the low neckline and fastened on her tit. "Mmmmmmmm, nice to be back home again," he sighed. "Nice to feel this again. So nice and firm."

His other hand went to her groin. He rubbed her hard. He pressed his own hard swelling against her. Her hand went down to unzip him. She felt the familiar tight bikini jocks. She rubbed him for a minute, then eased her hand down his pants and grabbed the massive dick and began fondling it.

"Oh, your hand feels so good on my cock," sighed Frankie.

"It feels good in my hand," Linda whispered. She turned her face up to Frankie's again, and he kissed her hard, whisking his tongue right through her soft, wet lips and thrusting deep and hard inside her mouth.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, sucking his tongue halfway down her throat. "Let me do this to your dick," she begged. The dress came off then and the panties and the bra. Linda prayed for no telltale signs of her encounter on the bank of the reservoir.

She tugged at the belt in his pants and loosened them. They fell bra collar at his ankles. He stepped out of them. Then the jock shorts, with a tug here and there, came off of his thick stick and thighs, with difficulty. She helped him off with his shirt and tie.

They fell into bed together, mauling and clawing one another's bodies. They were half-starved for each other.

"Put it in," begged Linda for a second time that night. "Put it right in." Maybe a man could finish what a boy had started.

"Yes, ma'am, at your service. I'd love to plant this between your lovely thighs."

And he did. He pressed his smoldering cock into her already gaping, gushing hole. It slid right in without effort.

"Ahhhhhh, that's better," said Linda. She held her man tight in her arms. She pressed her groin against his. She pushed her pelvis up against his and ground her naked body against him, feeling his dick go deep inside her.

She twisted and turned her pelvis against it, feeling the cock deeply imbedded in her cunt hole. She milked and sucked it with her clasping cunt walls.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "All night, did you say?"

"All night, sweetie," Frankie answered, thrusting wildly in and out of her dewy hole. "All night."