Dick Ballz - One-On-One

"Oh, yeah, baby," he crooned down at her unconscious form. "Let's do this more often! Let's do this more often!"

Rain streaked down the large picture window in the living room as Midge sat having her morning coffee. The wet, humid day seemed to fit her mood to the letter. She couldn't remember ever being so low in her life. She had to do something… something drastic to alter the situation she now found herself in. But what? It seemed no matter what approach she might take, she and her marriage were the losers. But she had to take some chance. There was no easy way out… it was obvious that the situation wasn't just going to disappear by itself.

An idea entered her head, but she dismissed it immediately. It wouldn't work. But search as she could for an answer, she kept coming back to the same thing. Maybe it might work… it was a long shot, but what else had she? She walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, lighting a cigarette from the box on the coffee table. Her hand reached out for the telephone and she let it rest there for a long time before she gathered the nerve to pick up the receiver. Her finger slowly turned the dial, each number taking as long as possible as she mentally rehearsed what she was going to say.

"Kelly Household Products," the mechanical operator's voice on the other end of the line came in. "Good morning."

Midge hesitated for a few brief moments, trying to find her voice.

"May… may I talk to Mr. Kelly, please?" she asked timidly.

"Just a moment. I'll connect you with his office."

The few seconds that passed seemed to last for hours. Midge almost decided to hang up the receiver when a new voice jumped on the line.

"Mr. Kelly's office. This is Miss Franks."

"Yes. I'd like to speak to Mr. Kelly," Midge started to say.

"I'm sorry," the efficient voice came back at her. "Mr. Kelly won't be in today. May I take a message?"

Midge was lost. She hadn't thought about anything going wrong with her plan.

"Uh… no… no message. I'll call tomorrow." And she hung up abruptly.

"Shit!" she said out loud, surprising herself with her profanity, furious with herself. She hadn't counted on anything like this. She couldn't call him at his house. Now she would have to wait until tomorrow and she knew that by that time she would have lost all her courage and sure to have backed down.

Riiiinng! The telephone shattered her thinking.

Midge reached out for the receiver and tentatively picked it up.

"Hello," she said softly.

"Well, hello, Midge. How nice to hear your voice again." It was Dick Kelly. "I trust you slept well last night and are feeling fine this morning?" he asked smoothly.

"Yes, very well, thank you," Midge answered, her voice picking up. "How kind of you to call and find out."

"Well, I also called to see if perhaps you might like to have lunch with me again, today," he suggested suggestively.

"I have an even better idea," Midge answered, now completely sure of herself. "Why don't you stop by here this evening for dinner?"

"Oh?" said Dick warily. "Is my wife invited too?"

Midge didn't hesitate for a second.

"I don't think so… I mean, after all, my husband isn't invited."

"And where will he be?" Dick asked.

"Working late on some sketches with another client. On nights like these, he doesn't get home until at least midnight. Shall we say about seven?"

"Seven will be just fine. Until then," and Midge heard the line go dead.

Well, she had done it. And, suddenly, every doubt came rushing back at her, flooding her mind with all the reasons why this idea could not possibly work. But she fought them off – it had to work! Robert would indeed be home that evening. She remembered his words exactly.

"I'll be home at eight o'clock. You better have my dinner ready from now on. I want the respect I'm entitled to around here!" he had shouted at her as he was going out the front door.

Now, all depended on his reaction. Her desperate hope was that he would be so enraged at seeing another man with his wife, that beyond his anger he would realize that he was doing the same thing and that it just didn't work. That indeed, "As ye sow, so shall ye reap…" And she looked forward to the moment when she saw his face, just punishment for what she had been put through the last few days.

A quarter to seven.

Midge paced back and forth across the living room, waiting. Each time she passed the large mirror behind the buffet table, she stopped briefly to look at herself. Her fingers adjusted a nonexistent flaw in her hair – or rearranged the sheer peignoir she had finally decided on after more than an hour's deliberation.

God… won't seven o'clock ever get here? she thought as she paced, nervously smoking cigarette after cigarette.

And then it was seven… seven-o-five… seven-ten.

When the doorbell finally rang, Midge walked slowly toward the foyer, trying to make it seem as casual as possible… that she was used to such things happening. When she opened the door, Dick walked right by her into the living room without waiting for her to invite him in.

"Nice little house you have here," he said without much feeling, taking off his coat and throwing it on a chair and settling on the sofa.

Midge closed the door and followed him into the room.

"Well, it's nothing compared to yours, but we…" she started to say, but stopped herself. "Would you like a drink?" she offered, changing the subject.

"A lot of Scotch in a big glass," he answered, just as happy not to have to go through all the bullshit conversation.

Midge walked to the small bar at the other end of the room, her firm, young figure swaying suggestively beneath the sheer material of her gown. But as she poured the drinks, her shaking hands revealed her inner tensions. Dick watched her little performance smiling to himself, but said nothing. He knew when to keep quiet.

"Thank you," he said as she offered the full glass to him. "Here's to us!"

Midge let the sheer peignoir drop from her shoulders to the bedroom floor, exposing her voluptuous body to Dick's lustful gaze. His hands ripped at his own clothing, pulling his shirt, then his pants off as quickly as possible. As he pushed his shorts down over his legs, his now fully erect cock bobbed up from them, pointing straight out at Midge as if it were a cannon ready to fire a barrage of ammunition at her. And indeed, he was ready to fill her cunt with the hot fire building up inside him. He walked slowly over to her, and grabbing her by the shoulders, lowered her to the bed directly behind her.

Nervous perspiration popped out all over Midge's body. She had timed their actions perfectly. It was almost eight o'clock and any minute now, Robert would come walking in the front door, finding Dick and her in this adulterous situation. That would fix both of them.

Dick pulled her up on the bed until just her legs were dangling over the end, the back of her thighs resting at the edge of the bed. He pushed his hands between her thighs and forced them open wide until the lips of her cunt parted, revealing its soft folds of skin to his awaiting mouth. He dropped to his knees in front of her and grabbing her buttocks, thrust his face deep into her warm, waiting vaginal lips.

"Oooouuu…" Midge cooed as she felt the first contact of Dick's hot, wet mouth against the soft, sensitive flesh of her pussy. She wanted to remain cool and detached from his lovemaking, but just this first contact seemed to throw a switch that sent the fires of lust and passion swirling throughout her waiting body.

And as Dick's mouth began its exploration of her cunt, she completely forgot the reason she had invited him and became lost in her own sexual desire. It had been months since anyone had really treated her like a woman the way Dick did, and she was unable to pretend any differently.