Jeremy Baker: The Harlot Seed

Regina Abbott felt all shaky inside, tremulous as any schoolgirl about to leave on her first date. But it wasn't her first date, and she was far from being a girl any more. She was, up to now, a respectable married woman thirty five years old, with children of her own.

Now she was about to take the irrevocable step that would turn her into a cheating wife. She knew it and Chuck knew it, and once she screwed Chuck Baker, there was no turning back.

But she wanted to lay the husband of her best friend, she had to lay Chuck, or go out of her mind. And it was worse because she knew he wanted her just as passionately, and had, for a long, long time.

And it wasn't as if she was just any discontented slut, ready to take on any man who made himself available to her whims and fancies. Regina loved her own husband, loved him truly and well, and their sex had always been very good together. But of late, their love making had been turned into a habit pattern, more a routine than spontaneous excitement.

Regina drew a deep and steadying breath. She had never been screwed by another man, not in all her life. She had been a virgin when she married, she'd never, never cheated on Bill before. And not yet, she thought, glancing nervously at the kitchen door. There was still time to give Chuck a call, to back out of the thing that had been building so intensely between them for so long.

And yet there was no time at all, for if she didn't make the move now, she might never get up the nerve again, and Regina wanted so badly to be fucked by another man, especially by Chuck Baker. She wanted him with a desire that had built itself into an obsession; now she was about to gratify that awful yearning.

Regina ran her hands over her hips, smoothing down the hostess gown she wore for the occasion. It was slinky, and clung to her tall, willowy body with insinuating folds of translucent material. Her body was good, she admitted, tall and sleek, and her breasts stood high. Regina was glad she'd taken such good care of herself, after having the kids.

Chuck adored her body; he'd whispered that in her ear at the last party, when he'd taken on enough liquor to break down the barrier that stood between them-the fact that they were both married. To which other facts could be added: they both had teenage children; they were good friends with each other's mates; they lived right next door to each other.

She jumped when she heard his steps on the back porch, and swallowed hard. He was here, and suddenly she wanted very much to run, to hide herself in the rec room-anywhere. Regina was afraid.

He made it better for her when he slipped quickly through the kitchen door and closed it behind him. "Regina, you look beautiful as ever; no-more so, even."

"Th-thank you," she murmured, and felt the flush of her face, the tingles that raced over her skin at the sight and the nearness of him.

Her lover-to-be, Regina thought, and knew the quickening of her heartbeat, a swiftness of her pulse. She was young as her daughter just now, eager and excited, the blood racing in her veins.

Chuck said, "We've waited such a long time, Regina. And it's not often that both families are gone like this. All afternoon, darling; we have one whole afternoon to ourselves."

She looked at him, at his dear face and the compelling maleness of Chuck Baker, his lean and rangy body and the red-brown hair touched over the temples with grey. His green eyes held hers, and she dropped her gaze to his strong mouth, to the moustache there. "We-we'd better not waste any of this precious time, then:" she said.

He moved toward her, but she drifted away from him, down the lower hall to the safest place she could find in her own home, the bedroom of her son. Dale was at the beach with the other kids, and if by some odd circumstance should come home ahead of the rest, he always went first to the kitchen and clattered about there, assuaging his ever-present hunger.

His mother had a hunger of her own now, a burgeoning need that filled her body and shook her mind, so that her head spun and her knees went weak. Inside her son's room, she turned helplessly, her mouth soft and her eyes damp.

"Chuck-here-this room-I-I wish-"

He came to her and folded her close, pulled her against his hard body.

"I know, I know, dear. I wish it could be some magic mountain top, too.

But we don't have the choice, and I'm so glad for this much."

She felt his organ against her, his breath warm in her ear and along her throat. Shivering, she thought: another man's prick; she'd never even seen another one, much less felt it shoving against her belly like this. So long, she thought; so very rigid.

His hands were moving over her, sliding and caressing, knowing the dip of her waist and the small of her back. Deliciously, she trembled into him, lifting the eagerness of her mouth, and as his strong lips closed upon hers, Chuck cupped both her breasts. She gave him her mouth, surrendering completely to the hot probing of his tongue, realizing the strong clash of his teeth against her own. Oh, but he was so male, and yet so tender, his palms mashing her boobs only to allow them to spring up once more, their nipples hard for the fondling of his fingers.

Oh lord, she thought; her legs were giving way, and she could only cling desperately to Chuck Baker, shaken and suddenly afraid. He moved her backward to the bed, her son's bed, and he was gentle with her there, bending her down and placing her upon the sheet with care.

Regina closed her eyes and bit into her lower lip, feeling his hands as they unzipped the hostess gown, feeling the air upon her naked flesh as he peeled the dress back and away to expose her body.

Regina was shamed; no man had ever seen her like this before, only her lawful wedded husband. She bit down upon her guilt and leaped convulsively as Chuck's face found her breasts and nuzzled there. His hands were on her waist, her belly, and his mouth-oh lord, the hot wetness of his mouth!-was kissing over the mound of her tit, then locking suction upon the nipple. She couldn't stand it. Her hips bucked and her ass twisted, and before Regina realized what she was doing, her fingers were locked into the richness of his hair and pulling his mouth harder over her tit.

Chuck groaned into her skin, and suddenly she knew the entire shape of his prick, the length and the roundness of it against her hip. Slowly, with little frightened movements, her fingers inched down to touch it.

The head was velvet soft, yet packed with a threatening kind of strength, and her fingertips trailed exploringly along the flanged glans, feeling the ridged outline and the cunning bluntness of its point.

There was a warmth on the tip, an interesting wetness that slid jellylike between her fingers, and Regina realized that it was his preseminal fluid. A shock raced through her, and she quickly withdrew her hand. When her husband was young, he had gotten that excited, so much so that his cock leaked in urgency. But that had been quite a while back, and now she was feeling that slippery fluid from another man!

He was going to-they were about to-shuddering, Regina breathed deeply and raggedly, her body turned complete traitor to her mind, betraying all the solid years of wifely duties.

Chuck's hand was moving down her belly, now, and her thighs opened willingly to receive its caress. He took her mound in hand, his palm making her labia tingle, his fingers thrilling the ridge to her ass and the soft inner skin of her thighs, his thumb probing for the tender hood standing guard to her clitoris.