"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago," he said smugly.
"An elephant wouldn't have been too heavy then, as long as it had a cock that would fit inside me," she answered.
"I'll bet that hot cunt of yours could take anything," Jack said admiringly, slowly moving back from her body, staring wistfully at the pussy he'd just spent the past half-hour in. Anna's legs were still held wide apart, and her vagina, stretched and wide open from the powerful thrusts of his cock, still slowly seeped their combined orgasmic fluids.
"This hot cunt of mine could take a little sleep," Anna said. "Time for you to go home and crawl in bed with your little wife. Remember her?"
Jack flushed under her prodding. Somehow the aftermath of making love to Anna wasn't working out quite as he'd expected. From her reactions before and during their wild fuck, he'd expected her to melt gratefully into his arms afterwards. But instead she was yawning and getting up from the chair. Her former manner of cool insolence was returning.
"Hey," he said, annoyed. "What kind of brush-off is this? The night is young yet. Didn't you like the way I fucked you?"
Anna looked at him quizzically. "You did a good job, sonny-boy. But did you think I was going to give you the keys to my life because your cock gets hard? If I want anymore, I'll send for you." Anna was taking a perverse pleasure in telling Jack off. After the way she had been maltreated by Max for months, and watching Jack tonight as he unfeelingly let his wife be humiliated, she wasn't feeling very friendly to men at all. For once in her life, she'd like to be able to say, "Wham, team, thank you, Sam."
Jack picked up his clothes in a rage, his ego lying in tatters about him. "You know how to spell 'whore', baby?"
"Yeh," she said acidly, "s-u-c-k-e-r. A whore is a dumb cunt who lets herself get used. Now, why don't you go home peaceably. Why ruin a good fuck? We had a good time but let's not make something out of it that's not there. I promise you, if I need it again, you'll be one of the first I'll call." Anna added this mollifying statement, realizing she was taking a lot of things out on Jack that weren't his fault. But now she wanted to be alone, to enjoy the satiated throbbing in her genitals all by herself.
***Jack had struggled into his clothes. He headed for the door without saying another word, hurt and confused.
"You'd better take a shower before you climb in bed with Pam," Anna called after him. "You smell like hot pussy. And, oh," she added, "I won't be into work on Monday… I quit." Maybe that'll keep him closer to his wife from now on, she thought absent-mindedly as the door closed after him. But maybe I was too hard on him. She began to feel a little guilty. After all, she had been the one who had sallied forth to seduce him, even if he had been a willing victim. She was heading toward the shower, vaguely promising herself that she would do something to make it up to him later, when she heard a sudden sound behind her. Startled, she whirled, and was barely able to stifle a scream as she saw a naked man standing in the hall doorway.
It was Max!
He stood leering at her, massaging his heavy, already swollen penis.
"Pretty good show you put on with junior," he rasped out. "But you're not going to bed yet. Let's see how you do with me."
Anna thought she was going to be sick as he slowly approached her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Pam Hollister knelt down and dug her hands into the soft loamy soil around the rosebush, delighting in its rich, earthy feel. It was a beautiful day. Wearing her white shorts and halter, she was out in the front yard, working in the garden.
This is what I wanted a house of my own for, she thought happily. Pam had a natural green thumb and thrived in the out-of-doors, planting, tending, and harvesting plants. Roses were her chief delight, and that was one of the reasons she had fallen so much in love with this house when she'd first seen it. Each side of the front walk was planted with long rows of tall, beautiful rosebushes. They had suffered somewhat from lack of care while the house had stood empty, waiting for them to move in, but now Pam was making it up to them… pruning, watering, fertilizing, and, in general, making life pleasant for the roses.
Maybe Jack wasn't so wrong, she mused half-guiltily as she leaned forward, on her knees, loosening the earth around the roots of one particularly beautiful plant. Maybe you have to make some sacrifices in order to have good things.
Like the house, for instance. Pam realized that it was expensive and that they could never have afforded it if Jack hadn't been making so much money at work. Pam knew she'd never agree to some of the things that Jack thought he had to do to make his job secure, but it certainly didn't help matters any for her to offer nothing but negative comments. Maybe she should have put up with a little more from J.B. the night of the office party. No, I could never do that! she thought, shuddering a little as she remembered the old man's slimy touch on her naked shoulder. I have to draw a line somewhere! Maybe there were ways she could be of help to Jack, in his struggle to get ahead.
Pam felt a rush of affection for her husband. He's been so sweet since the party, she thought happily. It had been over a week since that unpleasant night. After she'd gone home early, she waited with dread for Jack to come in. She'd expected him to be angry with her, accusing her of ruining his chances for advancement, berating her with his usual charges of prudery and self-conceit. But he'd been strangely subdued when he'd come home, almost contrite. He took a shower, claiming that someone had spilled a drink on him at the party, but when Pam looked later, she had been unable to find any stains on his clothes. She finally decided that perhaps he'd just wanted to clear his head and freshen up. He's been a doll since then, she thought gratefully.
The house was in good order now, everything in its place, and Pam was fitting into it like a bird into its nest. Yes, it's time I backed Jack up in his efforts to give me things like this, she thought resolutely.
And it was time she did something more positive about that other matter too. Pam couldn't help blushing as she thought over her efforts to liberate herself sexually, starting more than a week before with that wild masturbation session in the bathtub. There had been other similar experiences following it, and Pam thought she was making some progress, but not enough. Though she was able to let go more when there was no one there but herself, she could still sense a blank brick wall somehow blocking her full sexual release. And what will it do for Jack if I just learn to make love to myself, anyhow? she wondered. Maybe I'd better go try to find some kind of kelp. Pam had been reading about some of the successes women like her had had with the new breed of sex therapists. She'd even read about doctors who provided male stand-ins – sex surrogates – to their women patients. I imagine Jack would think that was going a little too far, she thought almost giggling to herself. But something would have to be done, and soon. She and Jack hadn't made love since that dreadful morning almost ten days ago. Let's face it, old girl, she told herself, you're getting horny. And what about Jack? He must be the same way. If she didn't watch out, he might be forced to turn to other women!
As she bent over her rose bushes, lost in her private thoughts, Pam didn't notice a man approaching – Max Flaherty. Christ, look at that ass! he thought excitedly, staring at the way Pam's tight shorts stretched tautly over the crouching girl's well-rounded buttocks. I bet I'll have a handful of it within a half-hour! He was standing right behind Pam before she realized it. Sensing that she wasn't alone, she glanced back and saw his feet, within a yard of her.
"Oh!" she gasped, spinning around on her knees.
"Take it easy," he grinned down at her. "It's just old Max, your neighbor."