Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

When he did, Judy cried out in joyous pleasure. Now she had a part of him and she knew it had changed her.

The change in Charlie hadn't been subtle, and looking back over the last several days, Misty scolded herself for not picking up an it sooner. In fact, she could trace the beginnings of the change in her husband back almost a full week.

Of course, at the time, she'd been consumed with her wanton pleasures, much too preoccupied to notice Charlie's shift in behavior. But now, rethinking the last several days, Misty remembered that Charlie suddenly didn't seem all that concerned about his work and the maneuverings for his bid for store manager.

Something else was getting his attention, and Misty sure as hell knew it wasn't her.

He'd been coming home late and leaving early in the mornings. They would speak and go about their daily routine when they were together those brief moments at night before drifting into sleep and in the mornings before he left for the store. But Charlie hadn't touched her in at least five days, and hadn't shown any interest in her sexually, even when she paraded around naked in front of him at bedtime.

True, she reminded herself, she hadn't given it much thought at the time. She'd been well-sated by Bud Dumas and the vibrator and Judy Witherspoon. Judy?

The image of the brunette suddenly blazed across her mind and her instincts perked up. She hadn't seen Judy around since the day the brunette had given her the gift of the remarkable vibrator.

The two seemingly separate facts lingered in Misty's mind for a few hours. Though she couldn't connect the two, she had the nagging feeling that there was indeed a connection.

On Friday night it began to dawn on Misty that Charlie could be having an affair. At first, the blonde scoffed at the wild notion, but the more she contemplated it, the more it made sense and explained a lot. By Saturday morning Misty was wondering if Charlie could be fucking Judy.

What had started as a screwy hunch soon focused in her mind as the only possible explanation for Charlie's weird behavior and for Judy's recent absence? It was crazy because she couldn't imagine when or how Charlie and Judy would've met. But there was no denying such a situation made an explainable connection and would also explain the unusual events of the past week.

At noon Saturday Misty drove to the grocery store. Misty began to tremble slightly when the manager told her Charlie had taken an early lunch, and that he'd been doing that lately.

"I figured he was going home to be with you," the manager said, a crusty leer spreading his lips as he gave her sexy body a lingering look.

She left the store and drove to the video store. Bud was busy with customers so Misty struck up a casual conversation with Harold Drake, the teenage part-time helper Bud had hired during the store's grand opening days.

"Judy opened up, but she left over an hour ago," the teenager said. "Bud is pissed. She's been doing that a lot lately."

"No kidding?" Misty said, a strange coldness gripping her guts. Suddenly she knew she'd been right. The pieces were fitting and there was no room for coincidence.

"Thanks, Harold," she murmured, turning to leave the store.

"Wait," he called out to her before approaching her, grinning lewdly. "You aren't gonna hang around for Bud?"

Misty shrugged. "He's busy, and so am I!"

"Well, hell, I was just thinking, well, I can go to lunch anytime and…" The teenager's expression said it all. He was practically panting for her, drooling at the wild notion of getting some of the class pussy Bud had apparently been bragging about. The boy's cock throbbed in his jeans.

Misty was both amused and delighted by the teenager's awkward proposition. At the same time, the lusty blonde allowed her rising anger to control her. What better revenge than taking this young stud home with her and using him for her pleasure while her own husband was off with Bud's woman, probably fucking her brains out? It all made some crazy sense to Misty on the spur of the moment. She made the decision.

"Don't tell Bud," she whispered, smiling. "Follow me to my car. I've got the kind of lunch you want at my house."

The boy's eyes bugged and his mouth dropped. Excitement leaped across his youthful face and the throbbing of his cock seemed to go crazy inside his snug-fitting jeans. Then, he hesitated.

"What if I get fired?" he whispered.

Misty shrugged.

"Your choice," she said. "What's more important to you?"

A slow smile spread across his lips.

She ushered Harold Drake into her house like a lady on a mission. She didn't doubt that the boy would pleasure her, but she also knew there was a larger purpose to this brazen seduction. It was get-even time, and Misty was going to enjoy this as much as possible and deal with Charlie and Judy and Bud later, and on her own terms. She still bristled at the idea of Judy stealing her husband!

"How old are you. Harold?" she asked, taking him straight into the bedroom and starting to unbutton his shirt.

"Nineteen," he said nervously, clearing his throat.

She smiled. He may have been shading his age a year or six months, but at least he was close enough. Not that it mattered to Misty. The boy's cock was lively and she was sure he'd willingly do whatever she wanted as long as he could caress and fondle her lush naked body and get the chance to fuck her. And, she figured, it would be a fun way to pass the afternoon.

"Is this what you had in mind for lunch?" she said with a low snicker as she hooked her fingers inside his belt and quickly unbuckled it.

The teenager nodded eagerly, his eyes glued to Misty's swaying, mammoth tits so alluringly packaged inside her blouse. He reached out and timidly touched the huge, round mounds of her tits through the sheer fabric of her blouse, and Misty did nothing to discourage him. She liked it that the teen was a showing a little initiative.

"I bet you have lots of girlfriends, Harold," she purred, yanking his zipper down and watching as his youthful prick leaped wildly.

"A few," he whispered, rubbing his fingers lightly over her covered tits. "But none as pretty as you."

Misty smiled and suddenly jerked his jeans and jockey briefs down from his slim hips, exposing his surging young fuckmeat and balls and making him gasp.

"Mmmm, very impressive, Harold," she said, licking her lips and in no way teasing him. Happily, the boy's cock was a man-sized tool, and the blonde knew it was quite capable of giving her the pleasure to which she'd become accustomed.

"Damn. Misty, are you going to suck it?" he gasped, his voice quivering with excitement and cracking as much because of his age as from the extreme passion already overwhelming him.

"Would you like that?" she said with a throaty chuckle as she delicately cupped his hot balls in the palm of her right hand, weighing them with appreciation.

"Yeah!" he hissed. "I'd like that a lot!" She giggled and gave his balls a playful squeeze.

"I figured you would," she said. "That just proves you're all man. Never met one yet that didn't love a woman's hot mouth on his prick."

She brought her left hand up and curled her fingers around his thick cock-root. His prick leaped crazily against her touch and whitish precome fluid immediately dampened his piss-slit. The head of his cock ballooned into a plump, reddish club, and Misty had to supress a gasp of pleasant surprise. She wasn't sure she could stall the boy's fast explosion, so she reluctantly freed his cock and balls and backed away from him.

"Are you in a hurry?" she asked, coyly slipping out of her blouse and exposing her ripe, full tits.

"No way," he said, gawking with open lust and desire at her enormous tits. "Shit, what a pair of jugs!"