Ray Todd

The willing wife

CHAPTER ONE

Herb Layton loved his wife Andrea very much yet, as he stood in the airport with her and his two children, he knew he was eager to see her leave.

Andrea was an attractive brunette with a better than average figure. She was an ideal mother, but a lousy bed partner for Herb. Being a practical person, her main interests had been those of an efficient mother and housekeeper. She viewed sex as a duty to be performed at respectable intervals. To Andrea, the only decent way to have sex was in the missionary position, and the oral sex she'd heard about was something that only depraved perverts would indulge in.

By contrast. Herb Layton was a lusty man with a strong sex drive that he struggled to control for the sake of his marriage. His frustrations had been heightened when the home, office had, sent Laura Benson out to his branch for a six-week training course. Laura was a flirtatious redhead in her early twenties who quickly let Herb know she was hot for his body. It was shortly after Laura arrived that Herb suggested that his wife and children take a shopping trip to San Francisco.

Waiting nervously in the air terminal, Herb's attention turned from his wife to Tracy, his daughter. She was an extremely cute girl with the same dark hair and violet eyes as her mother. Tracy was a lively girl who was always bubbling with fun and was the life of the party wherever she went. She had a sweet, innocent face, but unknown to her parents, she'd been fucking like a mink for years.

Next, his attention was drawn to Lance, his teenage son. Because of his intense interest in athletics, he was a big muscular youth who up until now had paid very attention to girls. As captain of his high school football team, Lance practiced hard and adhered strictly to the training rules. Because of this, he had a physique of a young man in his early twenties and Herb was very proud of his handsome son.

As always at an air terminal, there was the usual tenseness with the family as they waited for the time of departure. The trip was a two-hour flight to San Francisco, where he'd made reservations for them at the Fairmont Hotel.

"Well," smiled Andrea when their flight was finally called. "Take care of yourself, Herb."

"Don't worry, darling," he grinned. "And be sure to enjoy yourselves."

After kissing his wife and daughter goodbye and shaking hands with Lance, Herb watched his family disappear down the concourse to their plane. Waving a last farewell, he hurried out to the parking lot, anxious to get to Laura who was waiting for him at her apartment.

When Laura opened the door, Herb was pleased to see her wearing an extremely short dressing gown that deliciously exposed her soft, naked thighs. It was a silky green garment that accented her long red hair and creamy complexion.