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Chapter 3
In fact--and it was a fact that would have shocked Caroline--Jonathon
Stephens was always horny in the morning. It was a rare day when the
man did not wake up with a hard-on and a load of spunk bloating his
big, hairy balls. But he usually managed to hide his hard-on from his
wife, mostly by getting up before she was fully awake. He did not want
to empty his cock and balls into Caroline in the morning.
Jonathon had a good reason for this.
Jonathon was fucking his sexy young secretary.
Since he could fuck his wife whenever he wanted to, and did most
nights, it seemed a shame to him to waste his morning load of cum on
her when all he had to do was restrain himself for an hour or so, until
he got to the office, and he could slip his prick into Brenda.
Brenda was not much of a typist and she couldn't file for shit or even
begin to take dictation, but she could fuck like a weasel and she
wasn't a half bad cocksucker, to boot.
Jonathon didn't really feel guilty about his adultery.
It was purely a physical affair, for their mutual pleasure and totally
without any lasting ties. As long as Caroline never found out about it,
he didn't suppose it could hurt her--and it made the prospect of going
to work a lot more attractive for him. Brenda was a tall, willowy girl
with short, dark, curly hair--in contrast to his curvaceous, blonde
wife--long, lean legs, a tight little ass and small, thrusting tits and
a cunt like a meat grinder.
She was always game for sex and willing to take his cock in the cunt or
the mouth, which ever he fancied that day, and she had even hinted at
the possibility that she might take his prick up the asshole as well.
She was like a filing cabinet designed for pricks or a switchboard into
which cocks could be plugged in whatever connection was required.
Jonathon had fallen into the habit of fucking Brenda first thing every
morning, and it was with that prospect ahead of him that he refrained
from fucking Caroline most mornings, lugging his loaded prick, like a
business-man's umbrella, to the office. This morning had been an
exception.
It had started out as usual.
Waking up before Caroline, Jonathon had padded into the bathroom to
take a piss and soften his cock enough so that he could manage to jam
it into his trousers.
He had glanced out the window and froze.
The bathroom window looked out over the dividing fence, into the back
yard of the house next door.
And in that adjacent yard, the gorgeous redhead who had recently moved
in was doing her morning exercises.
And she was stark naked!
The Stephenses lived in a house tract, the houses built fairly close
together but privacy maintained by the fences. There was no reason to
believe that the redhead realized she was exhibiting herself, for she
was perfectly isolated in her own back yard. But it was sure an
inspirational sight.
Jonathon stared at her, and his cock, some what diminished now, snapped
back to a vibrant rampancy.
He did not know the woman, except to nod to.
She had moved into the house not long before and lived alone--a
divorcee, Jonathon figured, because she was much too desirable to be a
spinster, and he had noticed that she was an attractive woman, but only
with passing and casual interest.
That was because he had not seen her without any clothing on before,
and had not realized how truly gorgeous she was.
As he did now.
What was her name?
Helen something. Helen Ramsey, that was it.
She was something to drool over, no doubt of it. Her hair was the color
of flame, long and silken, her green eyes were tilted and her mouth was
full and sensual and provocative. But it was her body that held his
fascinated interest at the moment. Her waist was so narrow he could
have spanned it in his hands, but her hips flared out, wide and firm,
and her ass was shaped like a valentine as it swept out from her
slender torso, then cut back to her shapely thighs. Her legs were
exquisitely molded and her tits were large and capped by big nipples,
but, despite their weight, they remained firm as she exercised, not
drooping or jiggling at all. At the junction of her thighs, her cunt
jungle flamed like a forest fire.
She was touching her toes.
Her back was to him as she bent down, easily and lithely, and Jonathon
could see her cunt quite clearly. Her pussy crack ran like a sluggish
river through that flaming jungle, open and wet.
Then she lay down and began to do some sit-ups.
Her big tits seemed to be dragging her slender torso up, her stomach
muscles rippled as she brought her elbows down to her knees. She was
obviously very fit, he saw, the sort of woman who could tear a man
apart between the sheets.
She lay back and hiked her ass up and scissored her legs in a bicycling
motion, limber and sinuous, again displaying her crotch.
He wondered if she kept herself so fit for any particular reason--for
fucking with stamina, for instance?
Then she got up and wrapped a towel around her neck and, to his regret,
disappeared back into her house.
Jonathon realized that his fist was wrapped around the hilt of his
cock, frigging up and down.
He grinned sheepishly.
Unlike his wife, Jonathon did not masturbate very often.
That was because, also unlike Caroline, he had other things to do with
his desire.
But the sight of that redhead had been so thrilling that Jonathon had
started to pull his cock automatically. Now he dragged his hand off the
long, stiff prick. His cock stood out, the knob starting to smoke. He
eyed his prick thoughtfully.
He was wondering if he could bear his cock in that condition long
enough to get to the office, where he could fuck Brenda straight-off.
But it didn't seem likely. His need was urgent now, pounding and
drumming and throbbing. If he tried to sneak to work in that condition,
someone would be sure to notice the bulge in his fly--or he might just
come in his pants, which would be embarrassingly juvenile and a waste
of spunk to boot.
He almost reached for his cock again, then paused.
This was a good opportunity to give Caroline one of those morning fucks
that she was always going on about! He could take care of her and, as
horny as he was this morning, he felt pretty certain that he would have
enough left to give Brenda her usual morning dose as well. He tiptoed
back into the bedroom and slipped into bed beside Caroline. She was
still asleep. Snuggling up to her flank and rubbing his swollen cock
against her side, he began sucking on her tits.
That was when Caroline woke up and wondered if she were still dreaming.
Jonathon ate her out and then threw a good fucking into her, and now he
was on his way to the office To his delight, he found that his cock was
showing every sign of getting hard again. Brenda had come to look upon
a share of that cock as her given right--a perk of the job, just like a
coffee break.
She wouldn't be disappointed today.
And as Jonathon proceeded to the office, Caroline lay alone in bed, not
knowing what to do with herself this morning, since she felt no need to
fingerfuck her frustrated cunt.
It was kind of boring not to feel horny.
She giggled at such a silly thought.
But she was hoping that her good friend Darleen might come to visit.
Those visits were always fun.
It was true that Caroline had never committed adultery--but there were
other things that horny housewives could do ...
In fact--and it was a fact that would have shocked Caroline--Jonathon
Stephens was always horny in the morning. It was a rare day when the
man did not wake up with a hard-on and a load of spunk bloating his
big, hairy balls. But he usually managed to hide his hard-on from his
wife, mostly by getting up before she was fully awake. He did not want
to empty his cock and balls into Caroline in the morning.
Jonathon had a good reason for this.
Jonathon was fucking his sexy young secretary.
Since he could fuck his wife whenever he wanted to, and did most
nights, it seemed a shame to him to waste his morning load of cum on
her when all he had to do was restrain himself for an hour or so, until
he got to the office, and he could slip his prick into Brenda.
Brenda was not much of a typist and she couldn't file for shit or even
begin to take dictation, but she could fuck like a weasel and she
wasn't a half bad cocksucker, to boot.
Jonathon didn't really feel guilty about his adultery.
It was purely a physical affair, for their mutual pleasure and totally
without any lasting ties. As long as Caroline never found out about it,
he didn't suppose it could hurt her--and it made the prospect of going
to work a lot more attractive for him. Brenda was a tall, willowy girl
with short, dark, curly hair--in contrast to his curvaceous, blonde
wife--long, lean legs, a tight little ass and small, thrusting tits and
a cunt like a meat grinder.
She was always game for sex and willing to take his cock in the cunt or
the mouth, which ever he fancied that day, and she had even hinted at
the possibility that she might take his prick up the asshole as well.
She was like a filing cabinet designed for pricks or a switchboard into
which cocks could be plugged in whatever connection was required.
Jonathon had fallen into the habit of fucking Brenda first thing every
morning, and it was with that prospect ahead of him that he refrained
from fucking Caroline most mornings, lugging his loaded prick, like a
business-man's umbrella, to the office. This morning had been an
exception.
It had started out as usual.
Waking up before Caroline, Jonathon had padded into the bathroom to
take a piss and soften his cock enough so that he could manage to jam
it into his trousers.
He had glanced out the window and froze.
The bathroom window looked out over the dividing fence, into the back
yard of the house next door.
And in that adjacent yard, the gorgeous redhead who had recently moved
in was doing her morning exercises.
And she was stark naked!
The Stephenses lived in a house tract, the houses built fairly close
together but privacy maintained by the fences. There was no reason to
believe that the redhead realized she was exhibiting herself, for she
was perfectly isolated in her own back yard. But it was sure an
inspirational sight.
Jonathon stared at her, and his cock, some what diminished now, snapped
back to a vibrant rampancy.
He did not know the woman, except to nod to.
She had moved into the house not long before and lived alone--a
divorcee, Jonathon figured, because she was much too desirable to be a
spinster, and he had noticed that she was an attractive woman, but only
with passing and casual interest.
That was because he had not seen her without any clothing on before,
and had not realized how truly gorgeous she was.
As he did now.
What was her name?
Helen something. Helen Ramsey, that was it.
She was something to drool over, no doubt of it. Her hair was the color
of flame, long and silken, her green eyes were tilted and her mouth was
full and sensual and provocative. But it was her body that held his
fascinated interest at the moment. Her waist was so narrow he could
have spanned it in his hands, but her hips flared out, wide and firm,
and her ass was shaped like a valentine as it swept out from her
slender torso, then cut back to her shapely thighs. Her legs were
exquisitely molded and her tits were large and capped by big nipples,
but, despite their weight, they remained firm as she exercised, not
drooping or jiggling at all. At the junction of her thighs, her cunt
jungle flamed like a forest fire.
She was touching her toes.
Her back was to him as she bent down, easily and lithely, and Jonathon
could see her cunt quite clearly. Her pussy crack ran like a sluggish
river through that flaming jungle, open and wet.
Then she lay down and began to do some sit-ups.
Her big tits seemed to be dragging her slender torso up, her stomach
muscles rippled as she brought her elbows down to her knees. She was
obviously very fit, he saw, the sort of woman who could tear a man
apart between the sheets.
She lay back and hiked her ass up and scissored her legs in a bicycling
motion, limber and sinuous, again displaying her crotch.
He wondered if she kept herself so fit for any particular reason--for
fucking with stamina, for instance?
Then she got up and wrapped a towel around her neck and, to his regret,
disappeared back into her house.
Jonathon realized that his fist was wrapped around the hilt of his
cock, frigging up and down.
He grinned sheepishly.
Unlike his wife, Jonathon did not masturbate very often.
That was because, also unlike Caroline, he had other things to do with
his desire.
But the sight of that redhead had been so thrilling that Jonathon had
started to pull his cock automatically. Now he dragged his hand off the
long, stiff prick. His cock stood out, the knob starting to smoke. He
eyed his prick thoughtfully.
He was wondering if he could bear his cock in that condition long
enough to get to the office, where he could fuck Brenda straight-off.
But it didn't seem likely. His need was urgent now, pounding and
drumming and throbbing. If he tried to sneak to work in that condition,
someone would be sure to notice the bulge in his fly--or he might just
come in his pants, which would be embarrassingly juvenile and a waste
of spunk to boot.
He almost reached for his cock again, then paused.
This was a good opportunity to give Caroline one of those morning fucks
that she was always going on about! He could take care of her and, as
horny as he was this morning, he felt pretty certain that he would have
enough left to give Brenda her usual morning dose as well. He tiptoed
back into the bedroom and slipped into bed beside Caroline. She was
still asleep. Snuggling up to her flank and rubbing his swollen cock
against her side, he began sucking on her tits.
That was when Caroline woke up and wondered if she were still dreaming.
Jonathon ate her out and then threw a good fucking into her, and now he
was on his way to the office To his delight, he found that his cock was
showing every sign of getting hard again. Brenda had come to look upon
a share of that cock as her given right--a perk of the job, just like a
coffee break.
She wouldn't be disappointed today.
And as Jonathon proceeded to the office, Caroline lay alone in bed, not
knowing what to do with herself this morning, since she felt no need to
fingerfuck her frustrated cunt.
It was kind of boring not to feel horny.
She giggled at such a silly thought.
But she was hoping that her good friend Darleen might come to visit.
Those visits were always fun.
It was true that Caroline had never committed adultery--but there were
other things that horny housewives could do ...
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