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CHAPTER TWO

Barbara gulped down the drink in front of her, the dulling sensation beginning to take effect. Cheating began to seem like a good idea.

Frank Harris came over to their table. "Would you like to dance, Barbara?"

Barbara looked up, surprised. Her glance shifted to Carl. She would rather dance with her husband, and her look told him so. She wanted him to ask her.

Carl winked at his wife. "You better take it, kid. You're not getting any younger sitting there." He took a long pull on his drink and settled back in the chair, his eyes drifting to a young girl, still obviously in her teens, walking by their table swinging her young ass as she clutched her pimply-faced boyfriend.

"I'd love to, Frank," Barbara said, accepting his hand as she stood. She moved gracefully to the dance floor with him, going into his arms as the country-club band played an old number.

"Don't get fresh, Frank," she giggled, moving his hand back to her waist. "Keep your hands where they belong!" She enjoyed his advances, but didn't want the whole place to know it.

"C'mon, Babs. I've had the hots for you for ages." He glanced over at Carl sitting at the table. "Carl doesn't give a shit. He's all hung upon kids." Frank's prick ached for Babs. "I hear he's even playing round with that baby secretary of his." He chuckled slightly.

Barbara looked angrily at Frank, easing out of his arms. "You should keep your damn mouth shut, Frank."

The mention of Dorrie rankled her a reminder of when she had seen him with her at the lounge. Yet, she felt a tremor in her cunt; the memory was so closely associated with Jeff, the man who, for a short time, had helped her to forges she was getting old and who had satisfied her every desire.

"Just dance, Frank, or I'll go and tell Shirley on you." Barbara went easily back into his arms, allowing him to feel the heat of her body pressing into him.

Frank settled for it. She would come around in time, once she got tired of ol' Carl fucking everything under twenty-one. Frank luxuriated in the soft feel of her body and the arousing scent of her perfume and finished the dance in silence.

When the old standard was over, Barbara came out of Frank's arms. "I'm going out and have a breath of fresh air. Tell Carl, will you?"

"Want company?" Frank was always pitching.

"Maybe some other time, Frank," she said, smiling warmly, half meaning the vague promise. "For now, I'd like to be alone."

"I'm sorry about what I said on the dance floor." He felt lousy. "I got a big mouth."

"Forget it, Frank. I already knew."

She blew him a friendly kiss and turned. She threaded her way through the milling crowd around the dance floor and stepped out onto the terrace. She took deep sighing breath. The night air and the fragrance of flowers invigorated her.

She strolled out into the garden, the music fading in the distance. She felt shitty again. Eleven years of marriage. She felt old.

Another one of Carl's frequent remarks about her age came to mind: her dress being too young-looking for her. It depressed her more. Carl came home from work, she had stared at him, searching for some sign, anything that would tell her he had been fucking around again. There were none. He had covered his tracks well. She shrugged. So had she. A slight smile played at the upturned corners of her mouth. "Two can play at that game," she said to herself.

"What game is that?" a young man asked, appearing from out of the darkness.

She spun around, startled, frightened for a spilt second, then smiled at the young man. "Nothing. Just an old woman talking to herself."

"Old woman my ass," he said, grinning. He took a deep drag on the cigarette he was holding. "You might not be a kid, but you're far from being old."

Barbara sat down on one of the benches in the garden and crossed her legs. Her dress climbed up her thigh. "Maybe you ought to go in there and tell my husband that."

"Is that the one who couldn't keep his hands off your ass?" He grinned again, smoke drifting lazily from his nostrils.

Barbara laughed. "Hell no, that was Frank. My husband hasn't been interested in my ass lately." She patted the space beside her. "Sit down. Keep an old woman company."

He came over and sat down, leaning back. "You got some kind of problem," he said. He couldn't help but notice her tits spilling out through the slit in the front of her dress. "You look terrific in that dress."

Barbara shivered under his devouring gaze. "My husband thinks this dress is too young looking for me." She stood up, striking a suitable pose. "What do you think?"

"I think you look like dynamite, and I've been looking at you all night. I'm one of the drummers in the band. From where I was sitting, you were the best-looking woman in the world place."

"You really think so? My tits aren't too big?" she asked brazenly, basking in the younger man's compliments. "The dress isn't too tight around my ass?" She turned, presenting him with her ass. The green silk of her dress, was neatly wrapped around her full hips and rounded ass and made an erotic package.

"You look fabulous, baby," he said. His throat constricted as he leered at Barbara's sensuous long legs and gorgeous ass. The guy with the roaming hands thought so too.

She turned around to face her admirer.

"Frank likes anything that item," she told him, "and my husband likes anything that doesn't remind him of his age… which excludes me."

He crushed his cigarette out on the ground with his foot. "Are those tits real?"

"They're real, but don't you think I'm a little too old for you?" She had lost the small amount of confidence Jeff had given her. She needed another boost. "I'm thirty-five."

"I'm twenty-seven. Who gives a shit?" He stood, taking Barbara into his arms. "Your husband must be driving you nuts."

She enjoyed the power surging through his body. "He is. Lately, all I do is look in the mirror for wrinkles, check for gray hairs, and see if my tits and ass have sagged yet." She heaved a sigh. "He has me thinking I'm an old hag."

"What you need is a cock. A good hard cock that will make you forget about your age and everyone else's."

"You've got what I need, I suppose," she challenged with a smile.

He grinned. "Don't you feel it?" He pulled her tightly to him, his hands spanning her hips, his cock digging into her belly.

"Mmmmm, I feel it all right." She caressed his smooth face, her lips parting for his mouth, her head tilting up invitingly.

For a second, he stared into her beautiful face bathed in the moonlight. "Baby." He covered her lips with hi own.

Barbara sucked greedily on the young man's invading tongue, her hands slowly gliding up and down his broad back. She rubbed her belly into his hard-on, her knees weakening as she anticipated the hard piece of cock meat inside her pussy filling her to capacity.

She broke the kiss, but didn't move. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed. "I don't even know your name."

"It's Steve, and I already know yours. It's Barbara, but your friends call you Babs." He winked.

"You've done your homework." She was impressed and thrilled that someone would be interested enough to have asked about her. She took his hands from her hips and brought them to her bulging tits. "Squeeze…"

Steve complied; she moaned, swaying on her feet.

"You married?" she asked breathlessly, her head in the clouds from his hands massaging her tits through her silk dress.

He shook his head in answer to her question. His fingers were at the little clasp that held the dress together at the neck. He opened the tiny clasp and parted the dress, baring her voluptuous tits, the nipples hidden from his horny gaze.

"Not any more," he said, his throat tight as he spoke. "Split about a year ago."

His eyes never wavered from her tits. He exposed her tits to the light of the full moon, easing them out of the gleaming silk. Her nipples were swollen, round and big, capping the creamy white tit mounds that they adorned.

"Beautiful tits."

Barbara melted under his adoring eyes. "I told you they were real." She pressed against his strong hands that clasped her tits.

Steve's cock bulged and strained against his pants. "Christ, you're fantastic looking."

"You're not just saying that?" The nagging insecurity had crept back into her mind again.

Steve snarled and mauled the soft creamy flesh of her bloated tits. "Cunt the shit." He squeezed hard, telling her he was serious. "You mention anything like that again, and I'll march your ass back in there and show the whole damn place your tits, and we'll take a vote."

Barbara shivered at the idea of being put on exhibition like that thrilled and frightened at the same moment. "Ohhhhh, God."

"You'd win hands down, baby," he groaned. "You got the best-looking tits and you're the best-looking piece in the whole fuckin' place."

"Ummmmmmm," she purred. Her pussy was dripping, soaking, the crotch of her lace panties. She grabbed his cock-bulge and felt the rock-hard boner in his pants. "Ohhhh, God, where can we go? I want it in me." She was trembling.

"Right here, baby. Right out here with nature, the way it should be." He laughed. "You chicken…"

"No," she whimpered, her cunt aching for his prick. She tugged on his hard cock-bulge.

Sieve leered down at the top of her red head, glancing to the left and right to see if anyone was coming down the path. The gardens were deserted. The faint sounds of the band playing drifted out to them, blending with the exotic perfumed scent of Barbara and the abundance of flowers blanketing the area. The place was perfect… his zipper down with one tug and groped inside his pants. Her fingers latched onto his hard meaty prick, and she lugged it out in the open. She gazed hotly at his cock longingly, the moon giving her enough light to enjoy the hulking sight of his big fucker.

Her slender fingers curled hungrily around the shaft of Steve's bloated cock, and she stroked the skin up and down. She could feel the exuding strength surging through his rigid cock shaft.

"You got great hands, baby," Steve groaned. He was standing in front of her, his feet spread apart, his aching prick hardening under her plying fingers. "Great hands." He stroked her face with the back of his hand. "Is your mouth as good?"

"Better," she mewed, brimming with confidence, pride. "I'll show you."

With her neck bent slightly, she swirled her tongue around his bloated cockhead. She was creaming her panties. Fragmented thoughts bombarded her senses. Doing this outside… her husband so near… the chance of being seen. She swooned lightheadedly as she slurped loudly on Steve's prickhead.

"Ohhhh, yeah," he groaned. Her hot mouth and tongue made him shudder. "Suck my cock, baby." His voice was low, strained with his rising passion. "Suck me!"

Barbara devoted all her attention to the prick in her mouth. She slid her tongue around the bulky cock, her fingers feeling and grasping. Each time she sucked deeply, she heard Steve moan, and her mouth grew hungrier and more urgent. She chewed his throbbing prickmeat and took his cockhead down her throat, her lips working toward his groin, where his pants concealed his cock hair and balls.

"Unnnnnnnn," Steve groaned, his balls bubbling his cum like an active volcano about to erupt. "Unnnnnnnn, I'm ready… keep it up… Christ!"

His entire body tightened, tensed, and strained. He clamped his jaw shut to keep from howling his pleasure. He didn't want anyone ruining his chance to blast his cum load in this hungry bitch's mouth. She was something else gulping his cock down her throat, chewing his prickmeat, her hands drifting up and down his long cock shaft. Her lips and hands worked in unison to bring him expertly to the peak.

In her lust-fogged brain, Barbara realized what she was doing.

"I'll send my buddy out to fuck you." He gave her a lewd grin and winked. "Make tonight something you won't forget for a long time two guys… a double whammy on your husband." He was fishing, searching for the right bait, hoping, aching. He glanced quickly at his watch again. Time was running out.

What he said intrigued her two men one after the other. A hot grin swept over her face. She took the bait. "I like the idea," she purred. "I've never done anything like that."

"Suck my cock, baby." He brought her head back to his aching cock. "I'm going crazy."

Feeling like a tramp suddenly appealed to her in her quest for revenge against an uncaring husband. She gobbled his prick back into her hot damp mouth and sucked. She whipped her tongue around his cock as she bobbed her head. Her nose and face smashed into his pants each time she dove to his groin; her mouth full of his cockmeat.

Steve fucked his prick, between her clinging wet lips. His cock swelled as her mouth swooped down, gulping every hard inch. "Baby… baby…" he groaned. "Hold still… I'm… Christ… here it comessss! Hold still!"

Barbara suddenly stopped moving her head. Her head was motionless, but her mouth over whelmed him.

Steve suddenly fucked forward with all his might, his palms clamped like suction cups against the sides of her face as he jammed her mouth with his jizz-spewing prick. His body went into spasms, jerking, recklessly fucking her mouth. His hips jerked; his ass humped; his cock spewed. His back arched and his eyes rolled.

"Baaaaaa… byyyyyy!"

His lunging groin slowed; he twitched in a final spasm. As he came down from the dizzy heights of his climax, he could, feel her mouth sucking his balls dry and her tongue licking his limp prick clean. Barbara swallowed the cum that was sloshing in her mouth. Gradually, she dragged her teeth along the soft meat of his prick and pulled her lips off his cock. She leaned back, quivering on the inside, smiling on the outside. She needed a cock so badly her head was spinning, but to Steve, she seemed a calm efficient bitch.

"I hope you'll be able to play the drums now."

"All night," he groaned. "You're great, baby. As soon as I get inside and behind those drums, I'll send Fred out here to you?" He stuffed his cock back in his pants and gave her a quick kiss. "See ya, baby. Keep it hot." He turned and hurried back along the path to the noisy club.