Chapter 2

She moved through the day in a rosy haze, not really thinking about the daily chores she did through habit, her mind in a whirl from events of the day before. The day she had been so thoroughly fucked by her lover; the magic time when Chuck had gone down on her, when a man had actually eaten her pussy as if he was starving for it.

Maybe he had been starving to taste her pussy, Regina thought, standing in the living room and looking about herself in a warm, loving glow. She felt giddy and young; she felt so adored. Chuck had turned her on, and she could close her eyes now and feel him between her thighs, feel his long, hard cock sliding into the wet grasping of her labia until it reached full length inside her cunt.

Shivering, Regina lifted both hands to touch her hidden tits, to feel the rising of their nipples through the thick terrycloth robe she wore. Where was Chuck now, and what was he doing? Was he also remembering their wildly joyous fucking?

Climbing the stairs, Regina thought also of her own husband, of faithful, staid Bill Abbott, the father of her children. She knew a twinge of guilt, but also a delicious sense of daring, a renewed thrill of excitement. She’d cheated on Bill by screwing another man, by taking another man’s stiff prick into her avid vagina. And she would do it again, the very first chance she got.

The window of her son’s bedroom faced across the walkway and almost matched the window of the Baker boy. She’d sometimes heard them yelling across at each other. Regina smoothed the bed cover, her fingers tingling as she touched the places where semen must have spilled, places where her ass had swung so violently when Chuck was pounding that lovely prick into her.

What if the boy over there had been staring into this room, seeing every detail of the sensuous things his father had been doing to and with her? Regina shivered again, and went to stand close by the window, peering hard into the other shadowy room. She couldn’t see anything there, but that didn’t mean the process couldn’t be reversed.

And suppose someone else saw her, the next time she and Chuck screwed — his son, her son; the two young girls; their respective mates? Divorce, she thought— a messy, terrible scene between them all. Logic said calmly that she should drop this entire affair right now, and be content with the stolen sweets she had already known.

But she wasn’t being logical. She was hot and eager for more fucking from Chuck, and if she had to gamble her marriage to get the screwing she so desperately needed, then she would be a gambler. Pressing her thighs together, Regina knew she had to continue with her lover, and she wished...

There was a face at the other window!

She tried to move back and stumbled against the bed, fell back, sat up again to stare wildly across the hedged alleyway where she saw him—Chuck!

His voice carried to her, intense and commanding. “Stay right there, darling. I’m coming over.”

She wanted to say that it was too dangerous, that someone from either family might come home at any minute. She wanted to yell back that they hadn’t planned out this meeting, and it was crazy for them even to consider it. But of course, she didn’t say anything; she only sat with her knees tightly together and her hands clenched, trembling.

Her kids—out in town somewhere on this summer day. Her husband—gone to buy something for the car. Yes; the house was clear—at least her house was, but what about Chuck’s? It must be, she thought dazedly, or he wouldn’t be trotting over here now.

She turned as feet banged on the stairway, her breath catching in her throat, her heart beating out of control. Chuck loved her, couldn’t wait to be with her, needed as badly to fuck her as she needed to be fucked. Helplessly, her hands went to her hair, tugged at her robe, and then he was in the room.

His hands caught at her as she rose to meet him, and his mouth found her own. Hotly, wetly, his tongue probed deeply into her mouth, over her tongue; his breath was heavy, panting. Regina fumbled at his jeans, her body humping blindly, urgently against his to find the wonderful hardness of his erect cock.

Chuck wiggled from his jeans as she tugged them down, kicked away his low boots, and that gorgeous stiff prick leaped out into her hand.

They dropped together onto the bed, her robe falling apart to expose the riches of her willing body to him, her legs going wide and her pussy throbbing with need. But then a thought blazed through her, and she turned aside, badly as she craved the thrusting of his prick. She wanted something else more, and tore her mouth free to begin it.

“Darling—” Chuck’s voice was puzzled, and his hands dropped reluctantly from her tits as she slid down, moved her mouth down his throat to his collar bone.

“I want to do this to you,” she said thickly. “Do the same thing you did to me yesterday—eat you. I want to eat your cock, lover. But I’ve never done it before—not to my own husband, not to anyone—so if I make mistakes, you’ll have to tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Now she was slipping her mouth into the hairs of his chest, drawing a trail of fire with her tongue, tasting the excitement of him and feeling the rapid rise and fall of his rib cage. His nipple—she discovered his mannish little nipple and found it to be standing as stiffly as her own. Regina licked at it, and was rewarded by the sudden arching and twisting of his body.

Using both hands on him, urging him onto his back across the bed, Regina was on top then, biting gently at his nipple, worrying first one, then the other, before dipping her gasping mouth down the center of his chest to the trembling of his belly.

Nuzzling into the line of hairs, she touched the end of her tongue into the indentation of his tummy, and when Chuck squirmed, pushed wetly into his bellybutton as he had done to her before. Regina thrilled as he did, reacted in almost the same way when he shuddered and bucked.

Her hands were on his hips, sliding down to fasten their thumbs into the joining of his thighs. Up very close like that, the head of his prick seemed enormous, and she stared entranced at the glisten of pre- seminal fluid upon its blunt tip. Dare she taste that?

She did, with a swift flicking of her tongue that drew the droplet of precious liquid back into her mouth. Regina tasted the slippery fluid and found it good, so good that her lips moved out and down of their own accord, to kiss that pulsing knob. And the kiss was preliminary to the open-mouthed adoration. She didn’t realize that she had the head of Chuck’s prick in her mouth until it was sliding over the rolling of her tongue.

One hand hefted his balls; one set of fingers caressed the veined shaft of his cock, and Regina went farther down, so that the head of his rod slipped over the roof of her mouth and reached into the fevered cup of her throat.

Hungrily, she licked at his prick, laved the knob with her darting tongue, sucked on it until her cheeks dipped in, used her tongue to push into the little slot. Chuck groaned and reached out to fasten his fingers into her hair.

“Oh darling, darling!” His voice was strained and his crotch lifted to her as his prick made gentle thrusts into her suctioning mouth. “Oh, Regina—you’re just perfect! So hot and wet—suck me, darling. Eat my prick—eat me!”