Brad Harris: Part-time wife

"Mmmmmm," she sighed deeply as her body shuddered with happiness. "Mmmmmm, so much cock. So much luscious prick!"

"You'll feel this prick before I finish with you," he panted. "I'll give your cunt a taste of cock!"

"Yes!" she answered. "Ohhhhh, yes! Let me taste it! Come on, baby! I want to taste it! I want to feel it explode in me! Ride me! Ride the hell out of me!"

His prick lunged madly into her delirious pussy. He balled her roughly. He balled her deeply. The thrashed about the bed as each of their bodies responded to the passion of the other. They clawed at each other, hands going wild at the touch of sensitive skin. Their lips met in a deep, searching kiss. Their tongues met in lustful combat while they sucked the breath from each other.

Mitzi felt her climax mounting, inside her. She hadn't had a man for almost a week now. She was ready to feel his cock go off in her. Her pussy began to pulse rapidly. The throbs built up until they became a singe almost paralyzing shimmer all through her. She lay helpless, gasping and panting as her body erupted in orgasm. She tried to speak, to urge John to his completion. Only deep moans of ecstasy came out. She gasped and panted, hoping he could realize her condition, hoping he would release his charge of cum.

She did not need to tell the man she was coming. Her pussy made it completely clear to his roaring cock. John felt the girl gasp beneath him, felt the sucking action of her cunt. His cock sloshed through her pouring juices, driving steadily to his own massive explosion. The young executive trembled as he felt his charge growing, felt it mount along the length of his cock, felt it come pouring out as his prick shook and pounded in wild rapture.

"Ahhhhh!" he gasped as his cock quivered inside her. "Ohhhhhh! Here it comes, baby! I'm going to let it flow! Damn, what a load! Ahhhhh!"

He felt the cum blowing out of his frenzied cock. He felt Mitzi gasp and shudder in response. They rolled and tossed. They bucked and pounded. They fucked long and deep. Then they collapsed on the bed, to doze off amid the merged scents of their juices.

Mitzi showered for the third time since returning home in the early hours of the morning. The drinks had worn off. The sensual desire no longer pulsed through her body. She felt guilty. She felt dirty and guilty. She had betrayed Carl. She had been unfaithful to him, without even knowing if there had been legitimate reason for her anger toward him. She had let her suspicions, her jealousy, take over. That and too much alcohol had been her downfall.

She let the cleansing spray pour over her body. Despite the heat of the shower, she still felt cold inside. She was chilled and miserable. Damn it, anyway! She was a jealous bitch. That's what she was. She was a jealous, unfaithful little bitch.

The phone call had not helped at all. Carl had called ten minutes ago. He had just closed his sale. Her husband was in the mood for a night of celebration. Since the closing details would keep him in Baltimore for another week or so he wanted her to fly to meet him. They could make a small vacation out of this weekend. He sounded excited. He talked as though he was absolutely panting for her. That made everything worse. If he had made that call yesterday she'd never have gone out last night. Twenty-four hours earlier and she would never have considered letting herself be picked up by John Acton or any other man.

Mitzi soaped her body again. It didn't work. She still felt miserable. The body that had thrilled to John's touch, to his kisses, to his marvelous cock, was disgusting to the blond. Damn her needs. She'd been a fool, a damn, silly fool.

She slipped out of the shower and toweled herself rapidly, then caressed lotion over her body. As she walked into the bedroom she caught her reflection in the mirror. She paused to look at the creamy skin, the luscious curves. There was nothing about her naked body that hinted of her evening's activity. She laughed wryly and asked herself what she expected to see. There was no reason to fear that Carl could look at her and suspect anything.

It was within herself. She would have to bury it within herself. Carl would be waiting for her this afternoon, anxious to have her in his arms, in his bed. That was what was important, she insisted. She'd be the loving, sexy wife he adored. She would forget her mistake of last night and catch her plane to the East Coast, her body tingling with anticipation.

Mitzi dressed quickly and stepped over to close her suitcase. She checked its contents, then smiled and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out her thinnest, sexiest gown and tossed it into the suitcase before closing it. She had already packed her laciest bras and her most enticing panties. She'd give Carl a hell of a weekend. When she caught the plane back to California on Monday she'd leave an aching but happy man.

Lorraine was waiting on the elevator as she walked down the hall. The voluptuous redhead turned and smiled knowingly at her.

"Kind of late getting in, weren't you?" the professional party-girl asked. "I was still up when you came in."

"How did you hear me?" Mitzi asked in confusion.

"I had stepped, out on the balcony to clear my head from the party I'd been to," her friend responded. "I happened to look down toward the street as you turned your car into the garage. Look, honey, if you're going to be hopping around like that at night you might as well pick up a few hundred for it. We could sure have used you last night."

"No thank you," Mitzi returned coldly. "I told you that I want no part of that sort of life."

"It's a damn good life," Lorraine insisted. "Besides, you never know how long a marriage will last. You've filled out almost as much as I have. You couldn't go back to modeling. This way you can earn just as much money and not have to worry about getting rid of all the new curves. Tell you what, I'll make you a partner."

"A what?" Mitzi stared at the expression on the red-haired beauty's face.

"A partner," Lorraine repeated. "Didn't I tell you? I'm director of the company now. I bought out the two men who had been running it. Now I'm in charge. I can look after the girls better this way. If a little broad only wants to be a showpiece, then I arrange the right setting for her. If she'd rather have a good fuck for a substantial tip, then I can see that she has that. You come in with me and I'll make you a partner."

"Why?" Mitzi asked. "Why would you give me half the business just like that?"

"You'd earn it," Lorraine told her. "You'd more than be worth it. Hell, honey, you could walk into offices and get the important convention contracts for us. You interested?"

"I am in that side of it," the blond admitted. "I'd be interested in a daytime job, one where I'm not expected to put out." Her mind was whirling. This side of the business interested her. She could make good money and not sit home all day going stir crazy. Maybe that would help her get over this terrible suspicion of Carl. She looked into the redhead's sparkling blue eyes and nodded.

"I have to fly to the East Coast for the weekend to meet Carl. I'll be back Monday. Can we talk about it then?"

"Sure, honey," Lorraine agreed. "You're the only person I'd ever agree to have as a partner. Give me a call when you get back and we can sit down and talk it over."

Mitzi thought about the job as she drove to the airport. She ceased to think any more about it, though, as she got involved in the confusion of getting checked in and finding the correct ramp for her flight. She didn't think about it as she flew across the country. Instead, she kept watching the young stewardesses. It had been a stewardess she had imagined Carl fucking last night. She couldn't help watching the girls, trying to imagine if Carl might pick one of these girls as a partner while he was staying in some distant city.