J. Watson: The wife_s new tricks

Caroline Murphy had many fantasies of what being a lawyer's wife was going to be like. She had visions of living in a beautiful home in the suburbs, of wearing beautiful clothes, and of constantly going to parties.

She found out different.

Being a young lawyer's wife meant struggling along with little luxury. Her beautiful home was a small, cramped apartment in the city. Her clothes were off the rack. She seldom went to parties. Her husband was usually working.

That was why she had been so surprised when Rick had called her from work and told her to put on her most gorgeous formal gown. She was supposed to attend an office party.

Her best-looking gown was a tight fitting green dress that was low cut in front and slit up one side almost to her thigh. She was proud of the way she looked with her jet black hair hanging to her shoulders and her pale green eyes matching her dress. She wore a string of pearls around her neck.

She knew she was gorgeous. She had been the best-looking girl in her high school and she hadn't changed much in the year she had been married. Her figure was still slim waisted, and her creamy tits threatened to break free of the top of her gown at any moment.

She giggled as she thought of what Rick would say when he saw them. Rick loved her breasts, except he didn't call them breasts. He called them tits. Caroline made a face in the mirror and then posed like one of those lewd models.

"That's some pair of tits you've got, baby," she said, using a deeper voice than her own. She started giggling again. She was still giggling when the doorbell rang.

Her first thought was that it was Rick, but then she wondered what Rick was doing ringing the doorbell. She quickly put on her high heel pumps and hurried down the stairs.

She was shocked when she opened the door. She had met the man standing there only a couple of times. She knew his name was John Richardson and she also knew that he was vice president of the law firm that Rick worked for.

"Mr. Richardson!" she gasped. "What are you doing here? I was waiting on Rick!"

"I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you, Caroline," John Richardson said softly. "Rick's not going to be able to take you tonight. I'm afraid it's my fault. Right after he called you I had some work for him to do. I'm afraid it's going to take quite a while. Most of the night, actually."

"Oh shit," Caroline said.

"It's really my fault. I'm sorry. I told your husband that I'd drop by and try to make things up. I know how hard it is when a fellow is just starting out."

John Richardson tried to keep his face unhappy but inside he was jumping with joy. This was the way he'd planned it from the start. He had been looking for an opportunity to get this luscious hunk of woman alone, and this was his chance.

She really knocked him out tonight. That clinging green dress barely covered her beautiful tits. It made his mouth dry just to look at her.

"I'm forgetting my manners," Caroline said. "Would you like to come in and maybe have some coffee or something?"

"I'd like that," John answered.

The truth was that there wasn't anything in the world that John would like more. He followed her in the small apartment and stared at her jiggling ass. He wondered if she wore a garter belt under her gown. He liked garter belts on long-legged women. His hands felt itchy. He wanted to grab her by her ass, but somehow stopped himself.

The apartment had a combination kitchen and breakfast room. John told her that held prefer beer or wine if she had any. She gave him a beer and she drank wine out of a fancy glass.

"I am going to have to make this up to you," John said. "I mean, I really didn't think when I scheduled that work for tonight. I wasn't planning on going to the office party myself and I guess I just assumed that nobody else was. I am sorry."

"That's all right," she said. "It's just something I've learned to put up with."

"It makes me feel bad to see you dressed like that. I've never seen a woman more beautiful. You should be going out."

Caroline blushed. Once upon a time she had gotten used to men calling her beautiful. But this time it went to her head. John Richardson was an attractive man and he was so cultured in his speaking. And the way he looked at her made her feel shiverish.

"I'm sure you go put with many beautiful women," Caroline said. "I heard you weren't married."

"I guess I never met, one as beautiful as you," John said.

John moved his chair closer. She could smell his masculine perfume. She suddenly realized that John was about to put the make on her. It had been a long time, and it flattered her. She remembered all the ways to put a man off and still be friends, but somehow she couldn't find the words. She had never been tongue-tied in her life until now.

She felt his knee against her leg. She moved away. He followed. He sipped at his beer and she could feel him brazenly looking her over. She suddenly felt like she was completely naked sitting there with him.

"I guess I should call Rick," she said. "I should call him and tell him I'm not angry."

"Don't call him yet," John said softly.

She felt his arm going around her. She sat frozen as he pulled her against him. She felt his hand in her hair. His fingers turned her head toward him. He kissed her mouth hard, so hard that she gasped for breath when he released her.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he said.

It was crazy, but she felt herself melting against him as he kissed her again. She kept thinking that she wanted to push him away, but she couldn't find the strength.

He started stabbing his tongue against her lips. She kept her lips tightly closed for only a few seconds and then she opened her mouth. She felt his tongue sliding down her throat. After a few seconds, he drew his head back.

"It's uncomfortable here," he said. "Where can we go."

She knew it was the moment to make a decision. She still couldn't. Her mind felt fuzzy as he took her hand and started walking her through the house. It didn't take him long to find the bedroom.

"Nice and comfortable looking," he said. "I like this place."

John drew the good-looking woman into his arms and this time he moved his hands down to her ass. He didn't hesitate this time as he grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to him. He knew she could feel the hard lines of his rigid cock.

"You feel that, baby?" he questioned. "You feel my big hard cock?"

"Yes," she answered.

"I'm going to give that big, fat cock to you pretty soon, baby. I'm going to give it all to you!"

John pushed her over to the bed and made her sit down. He sat down beside her and put one arm around, her. He kissed her mouth again and started stabbing his tongue deep into her mouth. She started pushing her tongue back against his.

His kisses made her feel dizzy. She had never kissed anyone but her husband before, not like this. A few goodnight kisses, but never anything like this.

His hand stroked her side and then moved up to cup one of her titties. She froze in fear as she felt his hand covering her big, round tit.

"I've never been unfaithful to my husband," she whispered.

"Don't worry about it, baby," John said. "I'll never tell."

John's hand slipped down the front of her gown and lifted out her creamy titty. His fingers started stroking her titty-flesh. She cried out as she felt her nipple harden with pleasure. John bent over and kissed her hard pink nipple.

"You're making me crazy," she whispered. She felt like she was on fire. She had never felt this way before, not even with her husband. There was something about John's hands and lips that felt far more experienced than her husband, or any man she'd ever met.