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CHAPTER THREE

Eileen blinked against the morning sun. She stretched and shivered as the memories of last night came rushing, back to haunt her. She reached over, needing Craig, needing his comfort to help block the horror of her actions with Hank from her mind.

"Craig." The other side of the bed was empty. "Craig!" There was no answer. She stumbled out of bed.

Grabbing a silky robe, she wrapped it around her naked body and checked the bathroom. It was empty. She hurried barefoot out into the hall. "Craig?" No answer. "Damn him."

She ran down the stairs, her robe opening, licking at her ankles. Her tits plopped out, bouncing as she stormed into the living room.

"Oh, God!" The room was a shambles. The chairs were overturned. Two bottles lay empty on the floor. A lamp was broken, the pieces strewn about the carpet. "Oh, God."

She staggered into the living room. "Craig! Craig!" Dazed, she wandered to the kitchen, hoping he had passed out at the table. The kitchen was empty.

She stumbled back into the living room and saw the note. It was pinned to the wall. Her heart turned over and a knot filled her stomach. She pulled the note from the wall and fell on the couch to read it.

Tear-stained eyes followed Craig's drunken scrawl. "You bastard," she muttered. She read the last lines over and over again. "I can't live with a whore. I'm sorry."

She crumbled the note in her hand. "You bastard!" She tossed the note on the floor and stood, surveying the wrecked room. "I am not a whore! I did it for you! I did everything for you!"

Crying hysterically she stumbled from the living room and climbed the stairs.

In her room, she stared at her grim tear streaked face. Violet eyes, filled with hurt, stared back. She hated Craig, hated him with all her heart.

The memory of her creaming Hank's cock haunted her. "I am a whore," she sobbed. "Craig is right."

She turned from her reflection. "If Craig thinks I'm a tramp, and I know I'm a tramp, I might as well be one. My marriage is gone. I have nothing." She pounded her hands against the wall, knocking a picture to the floor. "It's your fault, Craig!" she wailed. "It's your fault!"

She went into the bathroom and rinsed her face. With her hurt buried under anger and rage, she applied makeup: lipstick, thick and bright-red; eyeshadow, dark and alluring. Finished, she stomped into the bedroom.

"I'll fix you, Craig, and enjoy myself like a whore should."

She laughed as she tore off her robe. Her tits bounced freely as she paraded to the bedroom window. She looked out, not caring who could see her. She pulled back the curtains, displaying her lush, naked body.

She spun on her heel and, rolling her hips, went to the dresser. She dabbed perfume between her thighs, between her tits, and on her neck. The erotic scent filled the room.

She stormed to the closet, threw open the door, and foraged inside for something sexy to wear. She grabbed a dress. "This will do nicely," she pursed.

She dropped the glimmering dress over her head. It melted down her body, clinging to every lush, naked curve like a coat of green paint. Her tits swelled, the nipples hard and pointy, poking against the clinging fabric.

With the dress licking deliciously at her knees, she crossed the room and slipped into a pair of high heels. They gave her long legs an added sexuality. She glanced back at her reflection and saw the way the dress clung to her hips and the cheeks of her ass. A spasm rippled through her body and a sizzling smile danced on her full mouth.

"I am ready to be what I am – a whore." She left the bedroom and went down the stairs. She forced herself to think of nothing, it was the only way to keep from being hurt again.

The phone rang. She stopped. Her heart skipped. "Craig." She rushed into the living room, winced as she saw the mess. She grabbed the phone. "Craig?"

"Sorry, honey," the hot sultry voice said. "It's just me, Carol. I thought maybe we could get together and have a little bull session over coffee."

Eileen was raging inside. She wanted to hate the sexy blonde, but knew it wasn't her fault. "I can't. I'm going out," Eileen said.

"Okay. Maybe this afternoon. Hank's at the golf course today. Where's Craig?"

Eileen bit her lip to keep from screaming. "He's out for the day. I think he's at the gym. Listen, I have to go."

"Sure, see you this afternoon, maybe."

"I'll try," Eileen lied. "Bye." She hung up and stood rigid for a moment. Ignoring her cyclone-struck living room, she walked toward the front door.

As she reached it, the doorbell chimed. "Goddamn!" she mumbled, wondering if she would ever get out of the house. She opened the door, a sullen look on her face. It changed quickly as she stared at the handsome young man. "Can I help you?" she purred.

"I hope so," he said, taking in Eileen's lush body. "My car broke down." He pointed down the street. "You mind if I use your phone to call for a tow?"

Eileen's heart leaped into her throat. "Sure, come on in. Use the phone in the kitchen. The living room's a mess." Excited, she took his hand. "I'm Eileen." She smiled hotly, her violet eyes glowing with promise.

"Ted… Ted Heinz." He felt the warmth of her hand, and his groin picked up on her hot smile, stiffening. "I really appreciate you letting me use the phone."

"It's my pleasure," she cooed. "This way." She turned and walked through the house to the kitchen, her ass swinging provocatively.

Ted followed, his eyes fixed on her swinging hips and jiggling ass. He let out his breath slowly. His groin was tight and his nose picked up the sensuous aroma of her perfume.

"There it is, on the wall." She smiled and made him brush by her to get to the phone. While he dialed, she sat on a chair, crossed her legs, and inched her dress up high, baring her long, sexy legs.

Ted finished, frowned. He hung up and turned around, his blue eyes popping at Eileen's bare legs. A tremor shot through his gut.

"Bad news?" she sighed. Her heart was pounding. She didn't know if she could go through with her plans.

"Yeah," Ted grumbled. "They can't get over here for at least an hour." He tore his eyes away from her legs. "Thanks for the use of the phone." He took a step, about to leave.

Eileen came off the chair. Without thinking of the consequences, she went to him and took his hand. "Sit down, have some coffee. There's no reason for you to sit out there alone." She tempted him with a smile and the gentle squeeze of her hand. "Call them back, tell them you'll be at this address, waiting. When they get here they can come and get you." She had rushed her words out in a single breath.

Ted wasn't about to turn down the luscious housewife's invitation. "Hey, thanks!" He called the garage back while Eileen made coffee.

Eileen trembled. She had to battle her emotions to keep herself from changing her mind. Determined to be exactly what Craig thought she was, she brought the coffee over to the table.

"How do you like it?"

"Hot," he said, feeling her hip against his shoulder.

"Me too," she cooed, pouring the steaming black coffee into both cups. She lingered, trembling inside.

Ted's nostrils filled with her perfume and the aroma of coffee. He pressed his shoulder against her hip and heard a soft sigh escape her lips. A grin crossed his face. It could be my lucky day, he thought.

Eileen sat near him, letting her knees touch his. "You're lucky," she said. "I was just on my way out."

"Very lucky," he said. His blue eyes concentrated on her tits bulging against the material of her dress. The touch of her knees held promise. Lonely, or just a tease? He couldn't decide.

Eileen knew she wanted him, but didn't know how. It was all new to her. She cleared her throat to speak, but nothing came out.

"You're very beautiful," he said, sipping his coffee.

Eileen blushed, avoided his sexy eyes. "Thank you."

"Where's your husband? Upstairs sleeping off a Friday night hangover?" He grinned.

"Oh, no," she said, licking her lips, keeping the red lipstick moist. "He's out for the day. I'm here all alone." Her violet eyes sparkled. "I was just going out to keep from getting bored, maybe meet…" She couldn't finish her sentence.

"Meet someone?" he asked, finishing her sentence.

"Maybe." This time she didn't avoid his eyes. She stared right into them.

Ted reached over and placed his hand on hers. "Maybe we can think of something to do to keep from being bored until the mechanic shows."

Eileen's heart leaped. "It's possible," she said breathlessly. She slipped her hand from his and stood. She was nervous, anxious, frightened, but determined not to change her mind. "You want more coffee?"

"What I want," Ted said, anxious to determine whether she was willing or just a sexy tease, "is you." He took her wrist and pulled her to his chair.

Eileen's breath escaped in tight pockets of rushed air. She froze, unable to move as Ted turned in his chair.

"Relax," Ted soothed. He brought his hands to her hips, caressed them, slid his hands down her side. "You're sexy as hell."

Eileen was too nervous to move or speak. She stared across the kitchen at the clock on the wall. Her insides were churning. I'm a tramp. I'm a tramp. Over and over again, she repeated the phrase in her mind.

Not getting any resistance, Ted's hands became bolder. He skimmed up her thighs, over her hips and around to the cheeks of her ass. "Nice, Eileen," he said, soothing her with her name. "You feel soft and sexy."

His hands and voice were calming her. She glanced down and amazement filled her. She was actually allowing a man – a complete stranger – to feel her ass! She swooned. "Don't," she protested, but it was too meek for Ted to take seriously.

He roamed her ass and brought his hands around to span her tits. His fingers urgently fused to the giant globes. "Soft," he moaned. "Soft."

"Oh, Ted," she moaned. The clock on the wall turned fuzzy as passion began to fill her body. "Ooooo. Ted!"

Ted heard her whimpering voice. He dropped his hands to her ass and squeezed. He didn't stop there. Skimming down the backs of her thighs, he touched flesh – sizzling flesh.

Eileen was shaking. She swayed, her insides raking in turmoil. His fingers stroking the backs of her knees and thighs were driving her wild.

"I'll bet," Ted groaned, his fingers drifting higher up the back of her thighs. "I'll bet you're wearing a pair of real sexy panties."

Eileen's breath caught in her throat. She wasn't wearing any panties! Panic gripped her. I'm a tramp, she told herself, a no good fuckin' tramp! Aloud, she said, "I'm not wearing any panties."

The knowledge tightened Ted's gut and swelled his balls. Still going slowly, his hands under her dress, he caressed her thighs. He was anxious to sample the soft flesh of her ass, but kept himself under control. His fingers finally touched her ass cheeks.

"Damn!" he muttered.

"I told you," Eileen said. "I'm not wearing a thing under this dress." She parted her legs, combed her fingers through his hair and stared across the room, trying to focus through her passion-glazed eyes at the clock on the wall. She couldn't.

Ted hands caressed her ass, kneaded the soft rounded curve of each cheek. "Baby," he moaned. "Jesus, you feel good."

Eileen concentrated on his words, allowing them to caress her, to block out the morals she had been raised with. "Don't spend all your time back there, Ted. Touch my pussy. Make it juicy."

Her velvet voice bombarded his senses. He skimmed his hands around her hips, down over her flat belly to the thick, curly thick of pussy hair that adorned her cunt.

"Ooooo, Ted. Ted!" She scratched her nails through his hair, caressing his face. Inching back, she stared down at his hands moving beneath her dress. It made her dizzy.

Ted's hand slipped between her parted thighs. His other hand came out from under her dress. He kneaded his way up her trembling body to her tits. His fingers curled around one fleshy globe as his other hand found the moist gash of her pussy.

Eileen began to shake. She was getting hotter – burning hot! She watched his hand maul her tit through her dress. As she gazed down, she visualized his hidden hand stroking her overheated pussy. "Ooooo, I'm creaming, Ted. Go inside my pussy. Make it real juicy."

Ted stroked the puffy lips of her cunt. Juice coated his fingers. He plunged two fingers into her. Pussy muscles gobbled him up, pulsing against the welcomed invasion.

"Oooo! Unnnn!" She rotated her hips, jerking, moaning. "Ooooo, Ted. I love it." She leaned into him, her legs unable to support her completely.

"Jesus," Ted groaned. He jabbed his blunt fingers into her cunt. Twisting his fingers inside her juicy pussy, he had Eileen quivering in bliss. His cock ached and felt as if it were going to burst through his pants.

Hot, crazed by Ted's finger-fucking and tit mauling hands, Eileen went into spasms. She wanted his hand on her bare tit. She tore at the top of her dress. The ripping of the material echoed in her head. One tit bounced free, the nipple swollen. She grabbed his hand off her other still covered tit and mashed it against her hot, jiggling flesh. She gasped.

Ted groaned. His fingers closed like a vise around her fleshy tit. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the pulpy tit. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the pulpy meat. Her nipple burned into his palm.

Eileen rolled her hips. Hot, buttery pussy juice flowed over Ted's invading fingers. She was out of her mind and loving every second of it.

Ted gouged her pussy with his fingers. He mauled her exposed tit. Hard upward jabs of his fingers had Eileen moaning and squirming against him.

"Make me cum, Ted. Make me cum all over your hand." Eileen was delirious. Passion raged out of control through her body. Driven by her husband's cruel words, she responded to Ted like a bitch in heat.

Ted dropped her tit and skimmed his hand down her back, and up her dress. He found her ass and cupped the tight cheeks in his splayed hand.

"Oh, Ted." She saw her exposed tit jiggle against his head. "Oh, God. Make me cum. Make me cum!"

Ted wormed his fingers between the cheeks of Eileen's ass. He scratched up and down the crack, stopping at the wrinkled asshole.

"Oooooo, what are you doing? What are you doing?" She was shaking, hovering at the peak, wanting, needing to cum.

"This," Ted grunted. He jabbed a finger into her asshole.

"Aghhhh!" she squealed. The sensation was painful – and exotic. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" Eileen grabbed at her dress and pulled it up around her waist. "Make me cream, Ted. Please!"

With his head bent, Ted began chewing on her belly and hip. He sucked on her hot flesh, the scent of her turned-on cunt attacking his senses. He finger-fucked her pussy with quick, punching jabs. He gouged her asshole, twisting his fingers, torturing Eileen as she hovered at the peak.

"My clit, Ted, pinch my clit." Her head lolled on her shoulders; her thick black hair sprayed across her crimson face. Eyes bright like fire, she jerked her hips, humping, quivering towards her climax.

With his fingers deep in her cunt, Ted mashed his thumb against her hard, blood filled clit. He added another finger to her tight dry ass. With both her holes stuffed and her clit mangled by his thumb, Ted turned his arms into pistons, jamming his fingers in and out of her body.

"I'm cuming!" Eileen screamed. Her voice filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. "I'm cuming. I'm creaming. Ooooo, Christ!"

Hot frothy cunt-cum flowed from Eileen's exploding pussy. It drenched Ted's stabbing fingers, soaking the palm of his hand and dribbling down his wrist. Her insides were mushy, pulsing hotly against his twisting, jerking fingers.

"Harder, Ted. Harder! Rip me open!" She wanted pain, pleasure, anything. She jabbed with her ass, moaned as his fingers plowed deeper into her tight, narrow asshole.

"Aghhhh! It feels so good!"

She humped forward, mashing her clit against his stationary thumb. Back and forth she jerked her hips, feeding on his invading fingers.

Ted was growling, chewing her flesh. He stretched his fingers inside her pussy and ass. Her howling cry told him that this was what she had needed. He did it again and got the same piercing response.

"Yessss!" She hissed, snapping her head back. "Yessss!" She climaxed again, her legs almost turning to butter.

With his fingers stretched apart, cum soaking them, muscles trying to squeeze them, Ted gouged at the thin skin that separated her two fantastic holes. He felt his own fingers through the thin skin. He pressed and Eileen wailed. When he jabbed his thumb into her clit, Eileen shrieked.

"I'm still cuming. Ooooo! I'm creaming." Her body was jerking, bucking back and forth.

She used her ass muscles to tighten their grip around his jamming fingers. She used her pussy muscles to milk his gouging fingers. She humped forward, destroying her clit against his thumb.

Ted was just holding on. She was going crazy on his fingers and he couldn't wait until this same passion was directed to his hard, throbbing cock. "Cream me, baby. Cream!"

The kitchen was spinning. Another orgasm racked her body. She fell against him, her knees buckling.

Ted, his fingers ripping into her cunt and asshole, bore the brunt of her weight. He twisted his thumb into her clit, crushing it.

"Ooooo, Ted!" Eileen began to twitch. Jerky, spastic movement replaced the frenzied action of only a few moments ago.

"Un! Un! Unnnn!" She squirmed her hips. "No, more! No, more!"

Ted eased his fingers from her ass and pussy. He lifted his head and stared up into her flushed, passion-ridden face. "You're fantastic."

Eileen leaned against the table and caught her breath. The room was still spinning. The muscles in her cunt were still pulsing, oozing creamy juice. She cleared her throat, stared at his handsome face, then saw her juice all over his fingers.

Eyes shining bright like glowing fires, she moaned, "You haven't seen anything yet."