Brad Harris

Part-time wife

CHAPTER ONE

The girl smiled warmly at the tall figure beside her. Her tits thrust invitingly against the soft black jersey of her dress. Her lips spread sensuously, the dim lighting at the bar picking up the tiny beads of moisture. She lifted the drink before her and took it to her mouth slowly. He watched the thrust of the luscious tits. Her eyes dropped to the firm thighs as the soft skirt draped over them. Carl waited for the young woman to turn back to him and make the offer he had been patiently awaiting all evening.

"Well," she said. "I have to be at work in the morning. If you want to fuck we'd better get on upstairs."

He smiled into the moist and seductive eyes and slid from the bar stool. She leaned back against him for a minute, then spun so that the skirt whirled about her legs and gave a provocative flash of nylon-clad thigh. She stepped against him and let her tits mash against his chest for just a moment. Then she took his arm and let him lead her through the cocktail lounge, out into the lobby of the hotel.

Carl Zweig inhaled the exotic perfume which drifted up from her. He shook her arm off and reached around her waist, pulling her against him as they walked to the elevators. His cock was pulsing slowly. He let her tit rub against his side as they walked past the small crowd of guests who wandered through the lobby. Several men he was acquainted with smiled and nodded their approval of his pick-up. They were salesmen, like Carl, who knew the importance of a good fuck at night before an important presentation the next morning.

They stepped into the elevator as the door opened. The tall salesman pressed button for his floor, then waited for the doors to slide silently closed. She was expecting his kiss as he turned to her. Her face tilted upward. Her lips parted. Her tits thrust outward, rising luxuriously in her anticipation. He felt her melt into his arms as he drew her tightly against him. She sucked his probing tongue into her mouth as their lips met. Her body quivered against him, the surging heat of his cock throbbing through pants and dress.

Damn, but she felt good! She was so soft and compliant. She'd been ready to be fucked all night. He had delayed taking her upstairs as a way of taunting her, of building up her anticipation. He had also built up his own erotic need. His body was trembling with the excitement of fucking this lovely young woman.

He had spotted her during dinner, sitting two tables away from his in the hotel dining room. Carl studied her with an experienced eye. He projected her as probably an airline stewardess. Several of the major lines used this hotel for their personnel as they waited return flights to their home field. That was one of the reasons Carl selected the Chareton when he was in this city. This was the best place to find good, young cunt.

She saw him watching her and smiled over at him. He looked at her in his way that suggested he would like to spend the evening with her. Her smile sparkled back at him, clearly giving him the invitation. He ate, watching her pick at the remainder of her dinner. She was stalling, he knew. She was waiting to leave the dining room until he was almost finished as well.

She was waiting in the lobby as he came out. She pretended to be looking over the magazines in the rack. Carl knew, though, that she was only waiting for him to approach her.

"I think we ought to top off the meal with a good drink," he said softly as he stepped beside her. "A stiff drink, a beautiful woman. What better way to end the day?"

She smiled even more warmly and suggestively as she walked with him into the hotel bar. They sat and talked, listening to the piano player, eyeing one another appreciatively. Carl refused to make the proposition she wanted to hear. He waited, knowing that he didn't have to suggest a fuck. She would. Before the evening was over she would invite him to fuck her.

Now he kissed her deeply, letting his hand drop down and caress her firm ass. His cock throbbed against her soft body. Her tits mashed lushly into his chest. The girl twisted slowly, letting him feel their fullness, their firmness, their softness.

She was gasping for breath by the time they reached his floor. He saw her glance down at his swollen cock as they walked down the hall to his door. She looked a moment at the huge bulge in his pants and shivered in anticipation. Carl patted one of her lovely young tits in reply, then pulled the key from his pocket and led her into his room.

"Now, young lady," he told her. "I'll show you what happens to little girls who tease me all night."

"Who's been teasing?" she replied, turning her back to him for his hands to reach the zipper and unzip her dress. "I've been serious all night. You were the one playing it so reserved and cautious."

He reached inside the open back of her dress, reached in and let his hands move around to her tits. He cupped the luscious globes and pulled her back against him so that his cock could press against her lovely ass. He kissed her along her shoulders, then nibbled lightly about her ears. The perfume in her hair filled his nostrils, set his senses reeling in erotic pleasure. She was a lovely little creature. She was a damn fine piece of cunt.

Carl slipped the dress from her shoulders and watched it fall down over her ass and down her legs. She turned to him as she stepped over it and caught the top of her pantyhose, puffing them down over her thighs, then lifting each leg to slip them off and toss the hose carelessly onto a chair. She was breathtakingly beautiful as she waited, clad in a tiny, lacy bra and transparent nylon panties. Carl swallowed the lump which popped into his throat at the sight of her beauty. His eyes roved over her in honest admiration while he kicked his shoes off and began removing his own clothing.

The girl walked over to the bed and sat down, waiting for him to undress and join her. She smiled softly, then broadly and happily as she saw his cock rise upward when released from his shorts. Carl patted his rigid, waving pecker as he walked toward her. He felt the anxious throbs of impatience which shook it. He watched the same impatience in her tits as they heaved over the delicate lace of her bra.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed as he sat beside her and filled his hands with tit. "Ooooooo, finally! I had about given up on having them loved tonight."

She trembled while he unhooked the bra and released her tits. Her hand touched his cock, then caressed along the shaft before closing over it and pumping it affectionately. She played with the prick and teased his balls while he slipped her panties over her thighs. She released his cock a moment, to help him strip the nylon off, then reached back for it while he was laying her back on the bed.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured softly. "Mmmmmm, I hit the jackpot tonight. I got a man with a full-sized piece of meat."

"I know what to do with this meat, too," Carl laughed. "You'll find out that I've got more than just a long pecker. I've got one of the most skilled pricks in the country."

"I'm waiting to be shown," she answered. "Show me, Carl! Show me what you can do with all that meat."

He began kissing her. His tongue roared into her mouth and caressed her tongue. His hands grabbed over her tits, taunting the nipples and massaging the breasts until they pulsed and swelled in erotic pleasure. He mashed and pulled on them. He stroked and petted them. He worked on them softly, then roughly, ten softly and gently once more.

The girl twisted on the bed, her body responding to his caress, her own desire surging through her. She caught his cock in both hands and pulled on it wildly. She had waited all night for him to fuck her. She had sat beside him, leaning over to rub her tits against him, letting her legs slide against his, making sure that he got a good whiff of her perfume. He had seemed to like her. He had appeared to be excited by her body. Yet he had never suggested they came up to his room. She had been forced to issue her own invitation. He had accepted, though. He had accepted and was showing her a hell of a cock.

"Oooooo!" she gasped as her nipples hardened beneath his thumbs. "Mmmmmm! You have my body glowing all over!"

Carl smiled down at the lovely young woman. He could feel the passionate response in her body. Her tits seemed to have flown larger as she thrust them voluptuously into his hands. He reached one hand down to her crotch as he moved his face over her tits and began to kiss and suck the luscious globes. He played with the lips of her cunt, then slowly parted them and fingered her hot clit.

"Oooooeeee!" she gasped as her body leaped beneath him. "Damn! You're turning me on! You're driving my pussy crazy!"

He sucked deeply at a glowing nipple while he massaged the clit more firmly. Her thighs tightened about his hand. Her fingers gripped his cock more tightly. He ran his finger along her clit and pumped slowly into her cunt while his knuckles kept rubbing her clitoral bud into more and more frenzied response.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" she moaned. "Ooooooh, God! Ooooooo! I like it! Damn, but I like it! My pussy is ready for you, Carl! It's all set any time your cock wants to come now."

She pulled his cock toward her cunt. She pulled roughly, demandingly. Carl answered her summons. He climbed over her and let her lead the prick between her cuntlips. The girl shuddered in delight at the touch of the warm cock. She shuddered, then began to throb more deeply as he slowly drove his prick into her moist and waiting cunt.

"Oooooo!" she gasped. "Oooooo, yes! Fuck me! Ram that meat inside and fuck me! Ooooooo! Fuck! Fuck me! Oooooo!"

He fucked her slowly, deeply. He drove his pecker into the far, reaches of her cunt, then brought it out to the lips. He let the bulging knob rub sensuously across her clit with each thrust. The girl pulsed beneath him. Her pussy tried to suck the cock deeper inside. Her passage caught him as he plunged and caressed her with his cock, setting off a thousand tiny spurns of delight. She wrapped her thighs about him and began hunching her ass toward him as he drove, fucking back at him wildly, frantically.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned. "Oooooo, what a cock! What a wonderful prick! Oooooo, keep fucking! Fuck harder! Oooooo!"

His hands worked over her body. He clawed at her tits. He reached beneath her and caught her wild ass as it whirled in blind frenzy. He began to fuck deeper and harder. He balled her with the growing fury within himself. He'd let her feel that cock. She'd know she had been fucked by the time he finished. He clutched her tighter against his frenzied body and fucked faster and deeper.

"Uhhhh!" he grunted in his insane passion. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh! I'll give you a workout! I'll show that little pussy what a cock can do with it! Uhhhh!"

"Oooooo yes!" she shrieked back. "Fuck me! Let me feel your cock tear me apart! Oooooo! Like that! Just like that! Yes! Ooooo! Unload it in me! Unload all that cum! Oooooo! Fuck me!"

He felt her pussy shudder into a wild orgasm. Carl let the girl go limp in the soaring rapture of her climax. He heard her breath come in gasps as she trembled beneath his rampant prick. He let her ride her orgasm for a minute, then released his own pent-up lust. His cock shuddered wildly, then began to pour its cum into her shivering cunt.

"Uhhhhmmm!" he panted. "Uhhhmmmmm! What a delicious pussy! What a gorgeous cunt! Ooohhhhh! What a fuck!"

Three thousand miles away, a lovely blond paced about her apartment. Mitzi Zweig strode about, her thin negligee streaming after her, open to reveal the voluptuous curves of her body. The beautiful blond paced back and forth in frustration.

Was it all in her mind? Had she made it all up? She stepped to the bar and poured a stiff drink. Carl had not been in his room earlier when she called. That would have been eleven o'clock on the East Coast. She looked at the phone, hesitating to call again. Suppose he did have a girl in his room? Suppose he had picked up some woman as she had been imagining? Would he answer the phone? Would he interrupt a good fuck to answer? How would she know it if he did?

She downed the drink in three gulps, then poured another. Damn Carl's job. Damn it, that job that kept him flying all over the country while she waited alone in Los Angeles. Damn the loneliness that left her so exposed to Lorraine's taunts, so open to Blake's invitations. No! She wouldn't accept the offers. She wouldn't listen to their accusations. She wouldn't let them use her loneliness, her suspicions to convince her to join in their sexual games.

She had to get out of the apartment. She had to be out, among other people. Mitzi walked back to her bedroom to dress. A few drinks would help her, she was sure. An hour watching people as they relaxed in a nearby bar would make her feel better.

Mitzi slipped into a light blouse and pulled soft, tight slacks over her lithe legs and seductive hips. She brushed her brilliant blond hair briskly, ten applied very light makeup.

The lovely young wife checked her appearance in her mirror. She would pass inspection. Hell yes. She'd have a little trouble with men at the bar who might be on the make. She could handle them. The problem was her own needs. Her own loneliness was a greater problem, her own loneliness and the fear that Carl was fucking some girl on the other side of the country.

CHAPTER TWO

Mitzi toyed with her half-empty drink and turned sideways on the bar stood to listen to the music which came from the small combo. The beautiful blond sighed heavily. She had not been able to get out of her apartment before Blake phoned. At least tonight he had called, and not just shown up at her door with a bottle in his hand and sex on his mind.

"Look," he said in an assuring tone. "I know you have that hang-up about messing around with any of the men in the apartments. All right, I can't understand it, but I accept it. I'll keep my hands off."

"That should be a rich new experience," she answered tartly, resentful of his calling her and using up her time like this.

"Honest, Mitzi," he protested. "I would like to talk with you about a favor. I need a big favor, need it badly."

"What have you done for me that I owe you anything?" she snapped through the phone. "I'm sorry, Blake. That was uncalled far, wasn't it? So what is this big favor?"

"My boss," he answered. "The old man is coming in next week. I'd like to show him a few good evenings out. If I could line him up a date with a gorgeous blond, I'm sure the old geezer would be impressed with me."

Mitzi gasped at what the young executive was leading to. She trembled as she looked at the receiver in her hand. She started to slam it down, then changed her mind.

"Go to hell, you bastard!" she hissed into the instrument. Then she slammed it down.

The sexy woman strode angrily out of her apartment, slamming her door a loudly as she had slammed down the phone. Damn him, anyway! Just because she was horny, just because she needed her husband home more than on weekends, was no reason for the son of a bitch to think she'd be his special gift to an unknown boss. Hell no!

She was still burning with rage as she came out of the elevator in the garage. She paused to calm herself before walking over to her small sports car. Lewis, the security guard, waved warmly toward her and stepped out of his small office to check the garage, just making sure that she was safe. Mitzi felt a surge of warmth for the old man. At least Lewis was not trying to get her in bed with himself or with anyone else.

Lorraine Benton had tried earlier in the afternoon to interest the luscious blond in a little extra-marital fun and games. She had known Lorraine for a number of years. They had worked as models together a few years back. The lusty redhead was a little too overdeveloped for fashion modeling any longer. Lorraine had found another way of displaying her voluptuous body. She had signed on with a well-known convention bureau. She worked as hostess or handled various displays at major conventions in Los Angeles. She also was available as a date in the evenings for important visitors and speakers.

The redhead had been trying to recruit her blond friend for years. The campaign had increased when Carl's job took him on the road all week.

"I mean, after all," Lorraine explained, "You don't need to sit home and be bored all day and all night. This way, you'll meet exciting people and be a part of all sorts of activity. You'll be a more exciting wife for Carl to come home to on weekends."

"If I'm not all fucked out!" Mitzi answered sharply. "Honey, I know what's expected of a convention hostess. You remember, we used to contract for some of them when I was modeling."

"And you never went to bed with any man unless you wanted to fuck him!" Lorraine reminded her. "It's no different now, none at all. It's all up to you."

"And up to how persistent the man is. How persistent, how drunk, how horny, how rough," the blond muttered. "No way, baby. I'll sit at home and go stir crazy before I get involved in that sort of thing."

Mitzi finished her drink and motioned to the bartender for another. She reached in her purse for the money, firmly pushing the bill from the man beside her back toward his glass. She insisted on buying her own drinks. Too many men felt that if they bought a girl's drink, they had just purchased bedroom rights as well.

Mitzi laughed at the thought. Shit, if she put her cunt on the market, she could get a couple a hundred a lay. She had gotten tips of that amount when she worked as a model. So how did the dumb jerks think they could buy two-hundred-dollar pussy for a two-dollar drink? Let him keep his money and go fuck his fist. That's probably worth a couple of dollars.

She shook her head at her bitterness. What had the poor guy done to deserve such hostility? He had merely tried to pay for her drink. It was Lorraine she was angry at, Lorraine and Blake, who wanted her to make her cunt available at their call. No, she admitted. She wasn't really mad at them. She was mad at Carl, at Carl who was probably still fucking away with some broad he'd picked up at the hotel. She glanced down at her watch. It would be past two on the East Coast. Would the unknown cunt be cuddled in bed beside him or would she have dressed and slipped out of his room as soon as it was over?

Mitzi forced herself to watch the couples dancing on the small, cozy dance floor in front of the band. She had to forget about Carl. She had to put that out of her mind. There was no need to let her suspicions, her jealousy tear her up like this. The young blond watched the way the dancers swayed, their bodies pressed tightly together, their shoulders moving to the music, tits pressed into chests, legs sliding against legs. She didn't realize the slow tingling desire that had begun in her body, that slowly pulsed in her cunt. She took another deep sip of her drink and smiled hazily, her body swaying ever so slightly to the music.

She looked up as someone touched her arm. She turned her face up, ready to give the polite refusal she had been giving all night as various men came by to ask her to dance. Her lips had formed the words when, for some reason she couldn't fathom, she rose and took the man's arm. Mitzi smiled up at him as they threaded their way to the dance floor. Her body shivered in delight as he placed his arms around her. Her tits throbbed as they mashed against his chest. She danced against him, feeling his legs move against the soft material of her slacks. Her pussy moved sensuously against his thigh. She felt guilty for the pleasure she was feeling. She felt guilty but excited at the same time.

"John Acton," he whispered in her ear. "You from Los Angeles?"

"Mitzi," she answered, then, "Yes, I live here. In fact I was born here. You?"

"Detroit," he answered. "I'm here for a few weeks on business. This is the first night I've had enough free time to get out for a drink."

John rattled on, telling her about his job and the executive training program that had brought him to the West Coast. Mitzi was aware of his voice, though not of what he was saying. She snuggled against him, suddenly feeling quite secure and content in his arms. They danced until the combo finished the slow ballad, then swung into a rock number. John made no attempt to lead her back to her seat so Mitzi remained on the floor, twisting her body to the frenzied music while he tried to keep up.

His eyes fixed on the way her tits bounced beneath the tight blouse, the seductive V of her crotch, the soft curves of her thighs. He watched her, his cock slowly swelling in response to the beauty of the luscious blond.

Mitzi saw the excitement her movements caused. She was aware that John was not the only man watching her. She had the attention of most of the males sitting about the bar. She shivered under the caresses of two dozen eyes on each curve. She shivered and moved her body more sensuously than ever.

The drinks, the music, the adrenaline released by her anger and frustration, they all united to drive her into a wild, suggestive dance. Mitzi thrilled at the flow of her body, panted from the physical desire which began to surge through her. She waved her ass before John. She shook her tits at him. She weaved her legs for his benefit. Her lips parted, moisture beading along her sensuous mouth as her eyes offered their invitation.

He drew her against himself when the music paused. He hugged her against his body, feeling the trembling excitement that possessed her. His cock shuddered on contact with her soft, pliant thigh.

"Damn!" he whispered in her ear as she pressed her throbbing tits against him. "I'd better get you out of here before the men come after you for a gang rape."

Mitzi waited for him to lead her from the floor. Instead, he took her tightly in his arms as the combo continued with a slow, dreamy tune. He pulled her tighter, his prick warm and promising through the clothing. His chest swelled against the soft fullness of her tits. His hand drifted down her back and rested just at the swell of her ass. Mitzi melted into him, her pussy clinging to his leg as he tried to dance with her.

"Liar," she whispered up to him. "You said you'd take me out of here."

"You'd go?" he asked in shock as she felt his body freeze against her. "You'd leave with me?"

"Why not?" she asked. Why the hell not? Carl might even be still fucking some broad in his hotel room. Shit! Her husband had probably used up one and gone out for another. Carl was that active. Mitzi was past realizing that she could be imagining it all. She was too horny to accept the possibility that her husband might have retired just as unfulfilled as she. She had sipped too much booze to consider that he just may have spent the evening working in preparation for his sales conference tomorrow. She had convinced herself that Carl was fucking some strange girl and was in the mood to get even with him. The only way she could think of was to get herself fucked, just as thoroughly as she assumed he was balling the pick-up.

John Acton stared a moment at the luscious blond woman. He could scarcely believe his cars. The most delicious woman he'd ever seen was calmly agreeing to go with him. His cock pounded against his pants. His heart beat wildly in his chest. He swallowed hard, then took her arm and led her through the bar toward the door.

"My purse," she told him. Mitzi pulled free and walked to her seat at the bar.

He watched her walk away, watched the swing of her gorgeous ass, watched the flow of long, lovely legs. Her soft, blond hair swung lightly about her shoulders and glowed in the dim lights of the bar. He felt a sudden moment of panic. She had used this aw a ruse to get away from him. She had felt his cock swelling large and menacing against her. She had been frightened of him and had told him she'd go with him merely as a way to get off the dance floor and out of his arms.

John stood forlorn as he watched her walk to the stool where he had found her. He fully expected her to climb back up and smile as though nothing at all had happened.

He gasped as she reached for her purse, then turned and walked back toward him. Her fantastic tits thrust promisingly against the satin blouse. The V of her crotch was even more maddening as she walked, smiling, toward him. He was trembling with excitement by the time she reached him. He put an arm about her waist and ushered her out the door, into the small parking lot.

"I'd better follow you," she said. "That way you won't have to bring me back here for my car."