J Watson - Weekend wife

Gayle Wayland studied herself in her bedroom mirror. She had grown a little plumper after three years of marriage. She still wasn't plump enough to be called fat or unattractive but probably in another few years she would be.

"Damn," Gayle said.

She left her bedroom and hurried downstairs. Her bags were packed and placed near the front door. In another few minutes Alan Payne would be stopping for her.

She went out the back door where her husband was working on another of his old cars.

"It's almost time for me to leave," Gayle said.

"Is it?" Richard asked.

"Well have a good time."

Inwardly Gayle cursed again. Most husbands would have been upset if their wife went on a three-day field-trip to the mountains. Especially if one of her college classmates, tall, good-looking Alan Payne, was the one she was sharing a car with.

But not Richard. The only thing that ever upset Richard was if he couldn't get a special part for the car he was working on. He never worried about Gayle.

She heard a car drive into the front yard and Gayle knelt beside her husband and kissed him good-bye. He gave her only a muttered response and went back to work on his car.

Alan was ringing the doorbell when she went back into the house. She opened the front door and he smiled at her. He was a truly handsome boy. He had dark hair and dark eyes. He also played football and there were muscles all over him.

"Are you ready?" Alan asked.

"Sure," Gayle said. "Let's go."

She started to pick up her bags but Alan brushed her hand away. He picked up her two heavy bags easily, with little strain.

"I'll carry them," he said.

She walked ahead of him to the car. She could feel his dark eyes on her. She had thought a lot about what to wear on the field-trip. She'd decided a dress would be a little too formal and shorts a little less formal than she wanted. She'd decided on a pants suit. Now she wished she'd gotten the pants a little less tight for she could feel his eyes on her jiggling asscheeks.

She opened the back seat and he swung the bags inside.

"I'm glad you decided to ride up with me," Alan said. "It's a boring ride by yourself."

"It would have been stupid with both of us driving," Gayle said. "I only wish he could have gotten some of the others to ride along with us."

"Do you?" Alan asked.

She looked up into his teasing eyes and felt herself shudder. Yes, she certainly did wish she'd gotten some of the others to ride with them. It wasn't that she didn't feel like she could handle Alan. She knew Alan was a perfect gentleman. Perhaps it was fear that she couldn't handle herself. Alan was so strong, so masculine, and made no mystery about the fact that he was interested in her.

"Of course," she said.

Alan got into the driver's seat and she slipped in beside him. She didn't get too close, but she still felt a little weak being so near him. She could see little black hairs curling out from the top of his shirt and she wondered if his chest was matted with them.

Alan started the car and drove out of their driveway.

"Why'd you decide to come with me?" Alan asked suddenly.

"I told you," Gayle said. "I thought that it would be stupid for both of us to drive. I talked to Richard and he agreed."

"Well I sure wouldn't have if I was your husband," Alan said. "I'd be damned if I'd let a good-looking woman like you go off alone."

"Alan," Gayle protested, "Richard and I have a good and trusting relationship."

"Shit," Alan said.

Gayle became silent. She could feel the flush of pleasure caused by Alan's compliment. Gayle had seen the girls that Alan went around with. Sweet, young things with perfect bodies and hair hanging down to their asses.

"Besides," Gayle said. "With all the good looking girls around today nobody's going to look at an old woman like me."

"You're just fishing for another compliment," Alan said. "And I'll bite. I think you're a damn fine-looking woman and I think you'd better be careful that you don't get bundled off to bed on this field-trip. I know a couple of guys who have their eyes on you."

"Really?" Gayle questioned.

She had not really wanted to ask that, but it had somehow popped out. She had to admit that she was excited by his compliments and the fact that other of her classmates were interested in her.

"Sure," Alan said. "Lots of guys."

Suddenly Alan turned the car off the road and pulled into a clump of trees. He turned the motor off and turned to face Gayle.

"What are you stopping for?" Gayle asked.

"Because I'm one of the guys," Alan said.

Gayle was suddenly very afraid. There was lust and longing in Alan's eyes but it wasn't Alan she was afraid of. She knew that Alan would never force her. It was herself she was most afraid of. Afraid of the need that was heating her thighs and making her nipples hard.

"Alan," she said. "Pull the car back onto the road."

"Sure," he said. "If it's what you really want. But first, let me have just one kiss."

"No," she said. "It's not right. Put the car back onto the road."

She was still protesting as his strong hand clamped down on the back of her head. She had no strength to move her head as he slowly drew her to him. His lips touched hers and not as brutally as she'd expected, but softly and caressingly. He bent his head and touched his lips to the soft white of her throat.

"No," she said. "It's not right, Alan. Please. It's not right."

He continued kissing her throat and one hand began to caress her shoulder through her blouse. Gayle knew she had to stop it now, or she'd be lost. Another few minutes and she would no longer be able to control herself.

"No, Goddamn it," she whispered, and tried once more to push him away.

His hand dropped to caress one of her full tits and she knew she couldn't fight him any more.

"Let me see them," he pleaded. "I want to see your titties. I've always wanted to see them."

"Yes," she agreed, falling softly into his arms. "See them, feel them, touch them, taste them – I don't care."

His nervous fingers fumbled at her blouse. She finally had to help him get the buttons undone. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Her huge tits were covered by a flimsy red bra. He seemed feverish as he unsnapped the bra, and practically tore it off her. He dropped it in the back seat. For the first time a man other than her husband was feasting his eyes on Gayle's tits.

"Do you like them?" Gayle asked.

"I love them," he whispered. "They're beautiful. A man could love them all day long."

He dropped his head to her flesh and sucked one of her rosy-red nipples into his mouth. She arched her back and gave him more. She loved it. She loved the thrills that were running through her. She loved the feeling of heat that was overpowering her.

He moved his hands down to cup her ass and he pulled her tightly against him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against the inside of her thighs. She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel him naked against her, with his hard cock pushing into her.

"Take my clothes off," she whispered. "I'm so hot I'm burning. Please take my clothes off."

He put one hand under the waistband of her pants and slowly peeled them off her. Her panties came next. The panties were flimsy and they ripped apart in his hands. She didn't care.

With one hand she traced the outline of his cock through his trousers. It was a big one, bigger than Richard's perhaps. She found the metal zipper and tugged it down. She reached inside and found his hard cock bunched against his shorts. Quickly she freed it.

She wrapped her fingers around the base and pulled his cock through the opening of his trousers. It was bigger than Richard's.