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"All right, all right," said Kevin relaxing on the sofa of his apartment. He had just listened to the entire tape documenting not only the first day when Eric and Tammy had met, but each day thereafter concluding with yesterday afternoon when Eric had again partaken of the housewife whose orgasms had grown more intense and more vocal. On the last tape the attractive young housewife was shouting "I'm cumming!" "Fuck me Eric, fuck me!" and "Breed me Eric! Knock up your little blonde bitch!"
Kevin was still shaking his head in amazement. His eyes had bugged on the agreed upon Saturday when Eric showed him the bra and panties. However, listening to the complete tapes had given him an erection and his imagination had run wild, hearing her screams, groans and grunts of passion and creating the visual images in his mind to accompany them.
"Is she as good a lay as she sounds?" he asked.
"I've been teaching her and she's turned into a pretty decent fuck. Loves it up her ass."
"God, Tammy Travers. I never would have believed it."
"Actually she was easy Kevin. I had her sized up within the first ten minutes -- knew what she wasn't getting -- what she wanted. Then it was just a matter of leading her to the point of admitting it. From there she couldn't get her clothes off fast enough."
"Are you really going to knock her up?"
"Probably already have. She tested positive on one of those home pregnancy tests. She's got a doctor's appointment later this week."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'll keep screwing her until she knows for sure. Then she and her husband are on their own."
"God, I'd love to get in her pants," said Kevin, rubbing his crotch.
"A little late for her, Kevin. But, you never know. She may want another child someday..."
The younger man smiled, his mind creating vivid scenario after scenario.
"In the meantime, I'm looking for another challenge. Got one for me?"
"Yeah, when you explained why Tammy was so easy -- her being so young and inexperienced, I decided to go for someone a bit older. I've got one that won't be such an easy conquest. My cousin. She and her husband have been married for eleven years."
He took out a photo and slid it across the coffee table. Eric admired the picture. While Tammy had been attractive in a youthful, wholesome sort of way, this was no teenager, this was every inch a woman.
"Jeanne Conn, twenty-nine. She's married to Phillip Conn, a pharmaceutical representative. They have a son, Aaron, seven."
"Hey, my man, you picked a real beauty with this one," smiled Eric.
"Yeah, well she's older than Tammy, got a kid she adores and loves her husband. I doubt even you can get into her pants."
"You thought the same thing with Tammy, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But this one's got everything she needs, nice home, new car, loving family. You haven't got anything she wants."
"Think not?" smiled Eric. "We'll see."
"I'm so embarrassed," said the beautiful woman to the drug store check out girl as she kept digging through her purse. "I was sure my wallet was right here in my purse."
"Ma'am, I've got other customers waiting," urged the girl.
"Yes, of course. It's just that Aaron needs this allergy prescription and..."
"Please, allow me to help," came a voice from behind her.
Jeanne Conn turned to the young man standing behind her in line, offering his credit card. She noted immediately how handsome he was, his smile genuine and easy.
"Oh, no I couldn't. I'll just go home and..."
"Please, I couldn't bear the thoughts of such a lovely lady having to go to all that trouble."
Jeanne blushed slightly, but still hesitated.
"Please. You can repay me when you find your wallet," he continued.
"Well, I..."
She looked back to see several customers waiting in line, some of them growing impatient.
"Please," repeated the handsome young man with the disarming smile.
"All right... but only if you let me repay you."
"Done," he said, giving his credit card to the checkout girl, paying for both the prescription and a paperback book he had selected from the rack.
Eric 's meeting with Jeanne Conn was, of course, no accident. After doing his usual research on her background and preparing his own psychological profile on her, he had patiently waited until an opportunity presented itself. Following her into the neighborhood drugstore, he had waited until she had left her cart and paused momentarily to peruse a magazine while her prescription was being filled. He had deftly lifted her wallet from her purse and it was then only a matter of following her to the checkout line and "coming to the rescue" at the appropriate moment.
"Thank you again so much," she said as they left the store together. "Please give me your name and address so I can mail you a check."
"That's not really necessary. It wasn't that much."
"No really, I want to repay you."
"Then have a cup of coffee with me. There's a cafe just across the street."
"Oh... I'm not sure..."
"Please. Sharing a cup of coffee with a lovely lady would be all the repayment I could want."
His smile was disarming and yet held a sparkle of... what, she thought, flirtatiousness? Jeanne Conn was not an unhappy woman. She had acquired those things which are supposed to make a woman happy: husband, son, house, late model car. Yet inwardly she knew something was missing. Her entire life seemed to her to be a perpetual search for a happiness which had somehow always seemed to elude her. She had often chided herself for wanting too much from life. She was a hopeless romantic and knew it. When younger, she had dreamed of world travel, exciting adventures and being swept off her feet by dashing handsome heroes. But life had devolved into an existence instead of an adventure. Oh, Phillip was sweet and she had jumped at the chance for marriage when he had proposed, but instead of the story book ending in the enchanted castle, she found herself often alone as Phillip's job took him on the road a great deal. Lonely nights alone found her pining for something more. Then Aaron had come along and she had showered her attention on their son and for a while motherhood was enough. But when that too settled into a routine of school, soccer and Cub Scouts, and especially when the seven year old began to establish other relationships, she felt his need for her lessen, if only slightly. But that was enough to bring back the unspoken yearnings within her. Yes, even motherhood had ultimately failed to provide the ultimate happiness she sought. Of course she loved Phillip and Aaron, but deep within she knew she needed more. What, she wasn't sure. Perhaps some of that excitement of which she dreamed. She was being foolish she told herself. She had a loving husband and beautiful child. She should be content. Yet she knew she was not. Did she simply need to break the routine of wife and mother which seemed, at times, to weigh upon her? Was this all there was to life, seeing Aaron to his various activities, an occasional tumble in bed with Phillip, and nothing more? She knew he was tired when he came home from those exhausting sales trips. Yet their lovemaking now seemed to center on his infrequent day off and even then it seemed as if he was participating more to please her than out of true desire. Had the fire gone out, she wondered? No, she knew he loved her, but had even that settled into a routine, a humdrum which would eventually consume her?
Was Jeanne Conn unhappy? Perhaps not unhappy, but neither could she say that family life had provided everything she sought from life.
It was from this framework of restlessness, a framework of which Eric was all too aware, that she answered.
"I'm married Mr... ?"
"It's Eric. Eric Rochet."
She held up her ring finger to display the diamond and band. Somehow, in a strange way she could not explain, this seemed to both absolve her and give him the chance to either back away or pursue.
"And does being married make you any less attractive or interesting to talk with?" he asked.
"But many would find it inappropriate for a married woman..."
"So you think you might be a little naughty for sharing a cup of coffee with a strange man?"
She smiled.
"Not a stranger. You introduced yourself remember? I'm Jeanne Conn."
"So how about that cup of coffee, Jeanne Conn?"
"Well, maybe I could be just a little naughty," she laughed as they turned and walked to the cafe together.
Jeanne excused herself after he had ordered their coffee. As she walked away, Eric admired this woman he would soon bed. He had been struck by the beauty of her face, the shoulder length auburn hair, glints of deep red providing highlights when the light struck her from behind, the chocolate brown eyes and the almost childlike smile which gave her face the appearance of a woman much younger. But he noted her shapely legs and the brisk sway of her hips even through the modest outfit she wore. He had already admired her trim waist and full sized, firm breasts which bounced slightly when she walked. All in all much more attractive and desirable than Tammy of whom he was rapidly tiring. Perhaps tonight, now that her pregnancy was confirmed, he would partake of her enthusiasm and inexperience a final time then leave her. After all he had given her what she wanted and he had gotten what he wanted. It was simply time to move on.
"So you didn't run away while I was powdering my nose," she laughed, noticing that he rose and held her chair.
"To the contrary I was concerned it was you who might just keep walking once you had left the table."
"Oh?
"Well this is a dangerous brew of coffee," he laughed as the waiter poured the steaming java.
"Oh really?" she smiled, playing along.
"Absolutely. Why people who drink this coffee have been known to do wild and crazy things."
"Like what?" she laughed.
"Oh, suddenly walk barefoot in fountains, go for a ride on a motorcycle..."
"Oh really? Maybe I should just leave this alone," she said smiling and motioning to the cup in front of her.
"What, afraid of a little excitement are we?"
"No... it's just I've never done anything like..."
"Then drink up, Jeanne Conn. Put a little excitement in your life."
The challenge was gentle but obvious. She could refuse, of course, but did she really want to?
"Maybe today I'll live a little dangerously," she replied picking up the cup and sipping the delicious brew. "Mmmmmm this is wonderful coffee."
"See," he smiled, "I'll bet you're feeling more adventurous already."
"And if I were?" she asked wondering why she was allowing this conversation to continue.
"Well, there's a public fountain a few blocks from here and my motorcycle is parked right across the street."
"Oh I couldn't really go...
"Ah, ah. You're trying to fight the effects of my magic coffee. Another sip or two and you'll realize how much fun it could be."
"But...
"Don't be so quick to say no. What's a barefoot walk in the fountain? A ride on a motorcycle? Just a little fun for a beautiful lady who maybe would like a little excitement in her life. Come on Jeanne. Let yourself have a little fun."
She was torn, knowing that convention called for her to politely refuse and leave before this went any further. Yet this handsome and outrageous young man had somehow found within her the need for novelty and yes, she admitted to herself, even sensuousness which she suddenly realized had lay dormant within her from neglect.
The sun was setting and she knew that she should be getting home where Phillip and Aaron would be waiting, yet this Eric Rochet had struck a note within her psyche, a note which now resounded throughout her very being. Unable to bring herself to leave this moment which she knew would never come again, Jeanne Conn looked into his eyes and replied, "Why not?"
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