Rod Strong - Dealing in adultery

In spite of my efforts to bring Judy to a fourth climax speedily, I shot first. I did my fucking goddamndest to hold back, but it was apparent I hadn't a chance. The cords in my thighs tightened and my ass arched upward as I poured it out. My foaming come frothed into Judy's hungering mouth. And though I spurted heavily, Judy's head continued bobbing with the resolve of a cocksucking pro. Let me tell you, I've been blown by the best professionals, but Judy's determination equaled the efforts of the best of them. Her cheeks bloated as they filled with the burning fluids, and I saw her throat muscles contract as she swallowed the testicular load of fluid. She gulped the liquid straight down her throat into her belly, savoring the enjoyable taste, her lips holding tightly to my shrinking prong. Her teeth chewed deeply into my flesh, but there was no pain. She bit, chewed, sucked, and drank, and when it was over and there wasn't another drop to be had, she reluctantly released my now-miniscule muscle and licked the remaining residue from around my inner thighs and balls. She had become so addicted to sperm she couldn't get enough no matter how much she drank.

I, meanwhile, in the paroxysmic throes of orgasmic ecstasy, pushed my face as deep into her foaming cunt as I could, devouring the gushing liquids within. Her flaming cunt had become a raging volcano beneath the insistent plungings of my working tongue. She was riding the crest of the wave of total fulfillment, clenching her teeth now and bracing herself for imminent inundation.

She shuddered, slammed her outer pussy lips hard against my teeth, and then unleashed gobs of spurting cunt juice. It poured down heavily, flooding into my waiting mouth. Little by little she sat back until her hairy muff rested full on my face beneath, and she bucked so hard as she continued coming she almost lost her balance. I had to grab her delightful ass with both hands to keep her seated, drinking in the waters of her delightful pussy. I drank the sex cocktail wholeheartedly, treating it like Old Smuggler (being careful not to spill a drop).

The perfume of her twat oil filled my nose, and I inhaled strongly, wallowing in the essence of her delightful scent. She shuddered back and forth on my face, letting my tongue swipe her juicing crack dry.

When it was over, Judy fell off me onto the bed, wanting to rest. But I knew this was no time for rest.

The Roberts bathroom was large, with both a tub and a stall shower. Judy liked using the bathtub. Between the tub and the shower, against the far wall, was a double sink with plenty of space between the two basins.

At my instructions Judy set the radio where she normally put it, between the two basins, far away from the tub. The wall plug was above the right sink, right near the tub, which would have made it easy for Ignatz Randall to shove the radio into the tub without the plug being yanked out. This was especially true since Judy used an extension cord to purposely keep the radio far away from the tub.

Judy didn't understand what was going on, but she did as I instructed, and got into the bathtub, after filling it with suds. Before leaving my house, earlier, I had brought along a dummy extension cord. It was all insulation without inside wiring. It had taken more than a little doing to slide the wiring out without breaking the insulation, and then tape back the male plug. I substituted my dummy extension cord for the one Judy was using, keeping the other one handy.

Judy relaxed in the tub, listening to the music coming from a small portable radio I'd hidden inside a medicine cabinet near the other radio. She still couldn't understand what was happening, but she trusted me. I watched her play with the suds, letting them slide off her lovely, firm boobs, and she was even more desirable now. From where I was standing, in the shower, behind the heavy curtains, I was getting another erection.

It was almost twelve minutes after ten when I saw the bathroom door inch open. In the mirror above the sink across the room I saw Ignatz Randall's face. I had to hand it to him. The man moved quietly. He was wearing a blue suit and heavy gloves. Judy almost leaped from the tub she was so startled.

"Who are you?" she asked, genuinely afraid.

"I'm sorry," was all Randall said, and walking over to the sink, grabbed the radio and heaved it into the tub before it occurred to him it wasn't really playing.

Judy screamed and leaped up, holding Randall's attention just long enough for me to step from the shower and whack him over the head with my gun butt. He fell forward, stumbling into the tub, sloshing water all over the place as he fell.

Naked, with suds and water dripping from her delectable torso, Judy huddled against the wall, screaming, "He'll drown, he'll drown."

Throwing a bath towel around her, I dragged her into the bedroom and explained bow her husband had planned to have her killed by the man now suffocating in the bathtub. I told her she was to call the police and tell them how a man had broken into her house while she was taking a bath, and attempted to kill her by throwing the radio into the tub. He slipped and fell in, hitting his head.

"But why let him drown?" Judy asked, as I removed the dummy cord from the still-submerged radio. When I replaced the real extension cord and plugged it into the wall, there was a flash and the plug popped out.

"I can't explain," I told her, "but you keep on trusting me."

Hell! I had no intention of letting her know about the murder club. She'd spill to the cops, and eventually they'd learn I was the one who told her. And assuming, as I assumed, a man on the force was associated with the murder club, I'd be in for a lot of trouble.

Once I was certain Judy had phoned the police, I left. I had an appointment at the office of Dr. Joseph Carreba in Maplehurst.

I got to the office at ten forty-five. The door was open so I went in. The outer office had a desk, a chair, carpeting and a bunch of chairs for waiting patients. Only no patients were waiting, yet.

The mousey-looking redheaded nurse came out of the doctor's office in a spanking-white uniform, and staring at her perfectly round tits, I became horny all over again. Her freckled face wasn't beautiful, but it certainly wasn't ugly. But from the neck down, this chick was built. Oh man was she built.

"What can I do for you?" she asked.

"I'm from the Vance Insurance Company," I told her. "We have an application for a Mrs. Joan Randall, and I need medical information for my company. We'll pay the doctor's standard fee, of course."

"The doctor's not in, yet," she explained. "He'll be here in about an hour. If you'd care to leave the insurance form, I'll fill it out and mail it to you."

"Mrs. Randall wanted the insurance to take effect as quickly as possible," I muttered, smiling my best smile. "Could you look up her records now, while I'm here."

My smile was beginning to melt her cool exterior. "Well I don't know…" she began.

"Please," I requested, letting my hand brush her shoulder.

I could feel her shudder when my hand touched her. This was one hot chick, just ripe for a good screwing. In spite of my workout with Judy Roberts, I felt I had something left for the redhead.

"What's your name?" I asked, ushering her into the doctor's office and shutting the door.

"I'm Nicky," she replied, damn well knowing what I had in mind. And from the way she moved, there was no doubt she intended complying.

"My friends call me Will," I told her.

"Well Will, will you or won't you?" she asked, a timid smile crossing her lips.

"I will if you will," I answered, leaning down and kissing her.

"I want more than a simple roll in the hay," she murmured as our lips parted and her tongue licked my mouth.