Brad Harris: Part-time wife

"Oooooo!" she gasped as her nipples hardened beneath his thumbs. "Mmmmmm! You have my body glowing all over!"

Carl smiled down at the lovely young woman. He could feel the passionate response in her body. Her tits seemed to have flown larger as she thrust them voluptuously into his hands. He reached one hand down to her crotch as he moved his face over her tits and began to kiss and suck the luscious globes. He played with the lips of her cunt, then slowly parted them and fingered her hot clit.

"Oooooeeee!" she gasped as her body leaped beneath him. "Damn! You're turning me on! You're driving my pussy crazy!"

He sucked deeply at a glowing nipple while he massaged the clit more firmly. Her thighs tightened about his hand. Her fingers gripped his cock more tightly. He ran his finger along her clit and pumped slowly into her cunt while his knuckles kept rubbing her clitoral bud into more and more frenzied response.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" she moaned. "Ooooooh, God! Ooooooo! I like it! Damn, but I like it! My pussy is ready for you, Carl! It's all set any time your cock wants to come now."

She pulled his cock toward her cunt. She pulled roughly, demandingly. Carl answered her summons. He climbed over her and let her lead the prick between her cuntlips. The girl shuddered in delight at the touch of the warm cock. She shuddered, then began to throb more deeply as he slowly drove his prick into her moist and waiting cunt.

"Oooooo!" she gasped. "Oooooo, yes! Fuck me! Ram that meat inside and fuck me! Ooooooo! Fuck! Fuck me! Oooooo!"

He fucked her slowly, deeply. He drove his pecker into the far, reaches of her cunt, then brought it out to the lips. He let the bulging knob rub sensuously across her clit with each thrust. The girl pulsed beneath him. Her pussy tried to suck the cock deeper inside. Her passage caught him as he plunged and caressed her with his cock, setting off a thousand tiny spurns of delight. She wrapped her thighs about him and began hunching her ass toward him as he drove, fucking back at him wildly, frantically.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned. "Oooooo, what a cock! What a wonderful prick! Oooooo, keep fucking! Fuck harder! Oooooo!"

His hands worked over her body. He clawed at her tits. He reached beneath her and caught her wild ass as it whirled in blind frenzy. He began to fuck deeper and harder. He balled her with the growing fury within himself. He'd let her feel that cock. She'd know she had been fucked by the time he finished. He clutched her tighter against his frenzied body and fucked faster and deeper.

"Uhhhh!" he grunted in his insane passion. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh! I'll give you a workout! I'll show that little pussy what a cock can do with it! Uhhhh!"

"Oooooo yes!" she shrieked back. "Fuck me! Let me feel your cock tear me apart! Oooooo! Like that! Just like that! Yes! Ooooo! Unload it in me! Unload all that cum! Oooooo! Fuck me!"

He felt her pussy shudder into a wild orgasm. Carl let the girl go limp in the soaring rapture of her climax. He heard her breath come in gasps as she trembled beneath his rampant prick. He let her ride her orgasm for a minute, then released his own pent-up lust. His cock shuddered wildly, then began to pour its cum into her shivering cunt.

"Uhhhhmmm!" he panted. "Uhhhmmmmm! What a delicious pussy! What a gorgeous cunt! Ooohhhhh! What a fuck!"

Three thousand miles away, a lovely blond paced about her apartment. Mitzi Zweig strode about, her thin negligee streaming after her, open to reveal the voluptuous curves of her body. The beautiful blond paced back and forth in frustration.

Was it all in her mind? Had she made it all up? She stepped to the bar and poured a stiff drink. Carl had not been in his room earlier when she called. That would have been eleven o'clock on the East Coast. She looked at the phone, hesitating to call again. Suppose he did have a girl in his room? Suppose he had picked up some woman as she had been imagining? Would he answer the phone? Would he interrupt a good fuck to answer? How would she know it if he did?

She downed the drink in three gulps, then poured another. Damn Carl's job. Damn it, that job that kept him flying all over the country while she waited alone in Los Angeles. Damn the loneliness that left her so exposed to Lorraine's taunts, so open to Blake's invitations. No! She wouldn't accept the offers. She wouldn't listen to their accusations. She wouldn't let them use her loneliness, her suspicions to convince her to join in their sexual games.

She had to get out of the apartment. She had to be out, among other people. Mitzi walked back to her bedroom to dress. A few drinks would help her, she was sure. An hour watching people as they relaxed in a nearby bar would make her feel better.

Mitzi slipped into a light blouse and pulled soft, tight slacks over her lithe legs and seductive hips. She brushed her brilliant blond hair briskly, ten applied very light makeup.

The lovely young wife checked her appearance in her mirror. She would pass inspection. Hell yes. She'd have a little trouble with men at the bar who might be on the make. She could handle them. The problem was her own needs. Her own loneliness was a greater problem, her own loneliness and the fear that Carl was fucking some girl on the other side of the country.

Mitzi toyed with her half-empty drink and turned sideways on the bar stood to listen to the music which came from the small combo. The beautiful blond sighed heavily. She had not been able to get out of her apartment before Blake phoned. At least tonight he had called, and not just shown up at her door with a bottle in his hand and sex on his mind.

"Look," he said in an assuring tone. "I know you have that hang-up about messing around with any of the men in the apartments. All right, I can't understand it, but I accept it. I'll keep my hands off."

"That should be a rich new experience," she answered tartly, resentful of his calling her and using up her time like this.

"Honest, Mitzi," he protested. "I would like to talk with you about a favor. I need a big favor, need it badly."

"What have you done for me that I owe you anything?" she snapped through the phone. "I'm sorry, Blake. That was uncalled far, wasn't it? So what is this big favor?"

"My boss," he answered. "The old man is coming in next week. I'd like to show him a few good evenings out. If I could line him up a date with a gorgeous blond, I'm sure the old geezer would be impressed with me."

Mitzi gasped at what the young executive was leading to. She trembled as she looked at the receiver in her hand. She started to slam it down, then changed her mind.

"Go to hell, you bastard!" she hissed into the instrument. Then she slammed it down.

The sexy woman strode angrily out of her apartment, slamming her door a loudly as she had slammed down the phone. Damn him, anyway! Just because she was horny, just because she needed her husband home more than on weekends, was no reason for the son of a bitch to think she'd be his special gift to an unknown boss. Hell no!

She was still burning with rage as she came out of the elevator in the garage. She paused to calm herself before walking over to her small sports car. Lewis, the security guard, waved warmly toward her and stepped out of his small office to check the garage, just making sure that she was safe. Mitzi felt a surge of warmth for the old man. At least Lewis was not trying to get her in bed with himself or with anyone else.

Lorraine Benton had tried earlier in the afternoon to interest the luscious blond in a little extra-marital fun and games. She had known Lorraine for a number of years. They had worked as models together a few years back. The lusty redhead was a little too overdeveloped for fashion modeling any longer. Lorraine had found another way of displaying her voluptuous body. She had signed on with a well-known convention bureau. She worked as hostess or handled various displays at major conventions in Los Angeles. She also was available as a date in the evenings for important visitors and speakers.