J T Watson

The unfaithful wife

CHAPTER ONE

Alan Wilson was on his way home after a dull and exhausting business trip. Sometimes Alan wondered if the money he made from such trips was worth it. Sure, he had the best things that money could buy. A big house with a swimming pool. A wife who knew the right things to say and how to wear her clothes. He had everything a man could ask for.

Except that his life wasn't exciting.

Alan was the advertising man for a hamburger chain. It was his job to think of little jingles that would sell the hamburgers. His wife thought that his jingles were works of art. He thought that most of them were disgusting, and a waste of the natural talent he had.

It was thinking of his wife and home that made Alan turn off the highway he regularly used. He'd decided that he would drive through the mountains instead. It would mean that he would be two days late getting back to his dull life. Alan wondered why he should feel so turned-off by the life he led. Perhaps it was his wife. She'd been an exciting woman when he married her, but lately he had found himself looking at other women – although he had never really considered being unfaithful.

Not that he didn't have plenty of opportunities.

There were beautiful, willing girls around the office and business trips. He just never seemed to have the time for them.

Alan didn't see the tree blocking the road until he was nearly on top of it. In his sudden panic he nearly forgot everything he had ever been told about mountain driving. He hit his brakes too soon and too hard. The car went into a skid and he heard a sickening crunch as it hit the ditch.

His car was a total wreck.

He got out to look at it and saw that one side was completely crumpled. There was no way he was going to get it out of the ditch by himself. And it was getting cold. Alan had forgotten how cold and desolate the mountain roads could get at dark on a winter night.

He was wondering what he was going to do when he heard someone coming through the woods. He wasn't prepared for the girl who appeared. For one thing she looked so much like a mountain girl was supposed to look. Her hair was a rich red color and it hung down her back in a tangled mass. Her eyes were a pretty green and looked at him in an amused way.

She wore shorts and a tiny halter top that did little to conceal her huge breasts. Her stomach was flat and tanned as were her long, shapely legs.

"Hi," she said. "It looks like you've got a problem."

"I sure have," Alan agreed. "And I'm glad to see you. Maybe I could use your phone and call a station."

"There's no phone," she said.

She walked around his car as if she was seeing one for the first time. Alan responded to the way her plump, pretty ass filled her tight shorts. He couldn't remember having felt this way about a woman in a long time.

"Sure was a pretty car," she said.

"Maybe you know of a station I could walk to," he suggested. "Someone who can pull my car out?"

"Daddy's got a truck," she said. "He'd be able too pull you out."

"Good," Alan said. "I could pay him. You see, I'm kind of in a hurry."

"He wouldn't take no money," the girl said. "He's nice about helping folks."

"Could I talk to him?" Alan asked.

"You might when he gets back," the girl said, running her fingers across the side of his car. "He's going to be gone for a week."

"A week?" Alan asked. Alan began to think the girl was slow. But that didn't make him any less responsive to her. In fact, it seemed to make her more attractive. She was healthy in a savage kind of way. Alan thought that lovemaking for her could be on an animal level.

"Is there anyplace I can get help right now?" Alan asked.

"You might try Harry's place on Monday," the girl said. "But he won't help nobody on the week-end."

"How about a motel then?" Alan said. "Is there a place I can stay."

The girl considered his question. She was still running her fingers over his car and leaning close so that her breasts pressed against it. Every time she bent over Alan could see her deep cleavage. She sure had a whopping pair of tits for such a young girl.

"You come home with me," she finally said.

"I couldn't," he said.

"Yes," she said. "Mama won't mind."

She seemed to think this settled the question and she started off walking. He called to her but she didn't turn around. He figured he had no choice. Maybe her mother would be a little more practiced in the art of conversation.

He followed her into the woods and up a wet embankment. The sexy young girl was as sure-footed as a mountain goat. He slid down a couple of times and he knew his suit was mined.

"Yaw sure aren't a woodsman," she said, as she stood waiting for him to catch up.

"No," he said, breathing hard.

"You're different from the boys around here," she said. "I think you're nice looking."

"Where's your place?" he asked.

"Just up there a little way," she said.

She started off again and he followed. This time she walked a little slower.

"I'm Stella Anderson," she said. "What's your name?"

"Alan Wilson."

"That's a nice name. It suits you. Do you think I'm pretty, Alan?"

"Yes," he answered. "I think you're very pretty."

"Would you like to fuck me?"

Alan gasped. At first he didn't think he had heard the question right. Fucking her was exactly what he wanted to do.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Eighteen," she answered, "but you don't have to worry. I've been fucking a long time. I'm good."

"You're crazy," he said.

"Sure, I am," she said, laughing. "But you want to. I can see it in your eyes."

This had to be the damnedest situation that Alan had ever been involved in. Here was the nicest looking girl he'd ever seen asking him if he wanted to fuck.

"The boys around here are dull," Stella said. She put her fingers on his arm and stroked him just like she'd been stroking the car. "I mean, they know where to put it, but they don't treat a girl right. I think some of them would rather do it with sheep and cows."

"You shouldn't be talking this way," he said, pulling his arm back.

He had a hard-on in his trousers that was threatening to break out at any minute.

"I know you want to," she said, and she put her hand on his cock. She only left it there for a second and he could feel the warmth of her hand. Then she pulled her hand away laughing. "Mmmmm. I bet you know how to treat a girl."

She turned around and started walking away from him again. He stood there with his mouth open. Had this sweet young thing really touched his prick?

She turned off on a well trodden path and he followed. In a few minutes they were standing in front of a huge red barn, just like the ones in the paintings.

"We'll go in here," she said.

She went into the barn and again he followed. She climbed up a ladder and he went up after her. They were standing in a little wooden room that smelled of hay.

"I thought you said we were going to your house," he said.

"We will," she said, ginning. "But first we're going to have a little fun. Wouldn't you like that?" He felt like screaming. The sexy young girl reached behind her back and unbuttoned her halter. He trembled with excitement as she shrugged the halter off her shoulders.

Alan's mouth dropped open as he stared at the luscious melon-shaped tits that spilled out of her halter. Her firm, shapely tits were tanned just as deeply brown as she was. Almost a nut-brown. Like a South Seas girl.

The contrast of her big red nipples made his cock grow even harder. His mouth filled with saliva as he stared at her. Her tits were the type that just begged to be sucked on. He watched her run her palms under her tits and lift them up as if she was giving him an offering.

"God," he groaned softly.

"Do you like my tits?" she asked him.

"Oh Christ yes," he answered.

He felt like he had never seen anything as beautiful as her big boobs.

"I've got them all big and hard and hot for you," she said, as her fingers teased her nipples. "Wouldn't you like to kiss them?"

"This isn't right," he said. "I'm old enough to be your father."

"I'm plenty old enough," she said. "I'll give you fucking like you've never had before."

It was crazy but he believed it. His entire body shook with an expected excitement. He got more pleasure out of looking at this delicious looking half-wild girl than he'd ever gotten out of looking at his wife. There was a sense of mystery about her that he couldn't understand.

God, how he wanted to feel this young thing against his body. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to stick his hard pole between her legs and into her mouth and, ass. He wanted to cover her with his sticky cum.

"Alan," she said. "City man. Why don't you come over here and kiss them?"

He couldn't control himself. He went to her and slipped his arms around her tiny waist. He bent his head and pressed his lips against the creamy top of one of her big tits. She tasted as delicious as she looked. He moved his lips around to her hard nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

He felt her gasp as his tongue worked on her sensitive bud. He pulled her tighter against him and sucked more of her hot and creamy flesh into his mouth. Her youthful body was just so damned sweet. It was hard for a man like him to resist her even though he knew she was trouble.

He quit sucking on her flesh and drew his head back. Her eyes had closed in passion and her face was lust-bloated. He watched her lick her full lips with the tip of her pink tongue. His wife never got this turned on. His wife enjoyed a good fuck but it was never something earth-shattering. He had never been able to make his wife respond like this. He put his mouth back on her tit.

"MMMMMM," she moaned. "Mama was right. She always said to get a city man to suck on your tits. She always said a city man knew what to do."

He wondered why this tender young girl's mother was telling her about city men. There was something really strange about her experience. It wasn't the type of experience a young girl was supposed to have.

And her mother seemed to okay it. Alan quit wondering as he began to suck harder on her tit. All he cared about was the sweet taste of her flesh in his mouth. He moved his lips from her tit and made a wet frail down her belly.

"Oh, Jesus," she said. "That's nice. Let me take my shorts off."

"Yeah," he said, and he was surprised at his own impatience to see this young girl's cunt.

She wiggled her tight shorts over her pretty ass and down her long legs. She kicked out of them. He already could see her thick pussy hairs through the material of her thin panties. She quickly peeled them down for him.

"You're beautiful," he said. "Your pussy hair's almost the same color as the hair on your head…"

He stared in awe at her bright red bush and wondered how such a young girl could have so much pussy hair.

"Do you like my pussy," she said.

"Oh fuck yes," he said. His cock protested at the tight confinement of his trousers, but he still wasn't brave enough to take his meaty prick out. He was still a little afraid that the young girl was going to start screaming and some farmer would come out of the bushes with a shotgun.

"It likes you," she said. "Why don't you kiss it? Show it how much you like it."

It was too late to stop. This young girl had so damned much experience about men. He dropped to his knees. She giggled and moved closer so that he could press his face into her red bush. He'd never felt so excited. He'd been right about there being something savage about this tender girl. She seemed to be a healthy woods creature who fucked when the mood was upon her.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "That's nice."

She started to tremble with excitement as he continued to kiss her cunt. With her standing up he was only able to kiss the outside of her cunt. She understood this and she gently pushed him away.

"Just a moment," she said.

She went to a corner of the barn and spread some hay out on the hard wooden floor. She made a nice little bed for herself and sat down on it.