SLUTBURBIA - Chapter Nine - The Secret

Dang it.  Anna looked through the glass in the freezer section at the grocery store.  They were out of frozen egg rolls.  She'd promised Jackson a night at home, just the two of them, some Chinese food and some dirty porn.  The shopping cart was already filled with everything else she'd needed, it was too late to put it all back and just order take-out.  And it would have been terribly rude to just leave the cart.  Having worked at Hooters so long, she knew how much customer service sucked.  She was always conscious of being polite, never leaving the waiter or the grocery store employee more extra crap to do if she could help it.  Whenever they ate out, Jackson would laugh and tease as she picked up every last bit of paper from the straw wrapper and pile the napkins, flatware and trash onto their plates, making sure to make the job as easy as possible for the server.  

"Anna," he'd tease, "I'm not leaving them a tip if they don't come fill my iced tea.  I'm serious this time."  He was never serious, he'd never do such a thing.  But he loved watching her come to their defense and argue that he didn't understand how hard their job was.  Anna played the game, knowing she was his much beloved little bleeding heart humanitarian, an Angelina Jolie of the restaurant industry, and in the end he always left an outrageous tip.  Even when the service sucked.  And she fell in love with him over and over again every time he did it.  

Crap.  She wandered the aisles slowly trying to come up with a solution to the egg roll disaster, her iPod pushing Madama Butterfly through the ear buds as she stared blankly at the junk food on the shelves.  When her nerves became wound too tightly, or she needed to slow down, Anna could always count on escaping into Puccini.  He'd always been her favorite composer, and since Jackson had surprised her with balcony seat tickets to see the opera in a few weeks, she'd been listening to it over and over again.

From behind, she felt a rough shove at her shoulder, and she was suddenly snatched from the beautiful, tragic story of the devoted wife playing in her ears and thrown back into the ugly world of batshit crazy.  Anna spun around to face her attacker, adrenaline pumping through her body like a lightning bolt.

Sarah.  Of course it would be Sarah.  Who else would have pushed her like that, in a flipping grocery store?  Sarah towered over her, her thin frame shaking like an earthquake was surfacing beneath her.  Her face was red and angry, her thin lips pulled taut and her snow white hair was pulled back too tightly.  She looked like a wicked witch in a story book, a wicked witch wearing Harry Winston studs, pressing her Chanel bag against her shoulder like she was walking through some urban ghetto instead of standing in the middle of a high-end grocery store in the suburbs.

"What the hell is wrong with you," Anna asked quietly, pulling the ear buds out and shoving them into her purse.

"Why haven't you answered or returned my calls?" Sarah spat back, obviously unconcerned with keeping her voice down.   

"Calm down," Anna hissed, "People are looking at us."  She turned casually back to the cracker shelf and continued with her voice down, "I told you I needed to put some space between us, you're my friend, Sarah, but I'm in love with my husband and whatever silly little fling we had is over."

"Silly little fling?" Sarah shrieked, and then whispering angrily, "You said you loved me!  I was going to leave my husband!"  Anna spun around again to face her, confused.  

What?  She'd never said she loved her, what kind of game was she playing now?  Was she delusional?  Whatever she was, this whole "silly little fling" thing had already gotten about a million times more complicated than Anna had signed up for.  And if she was being honest, it hadn't even been that great to begin with.  She'd been a decent kisser, but Sarah's hands and fingers were too thin, sometimes they'd felt more like surgical tools than objects designed to give pleasure.  And she had no meat on her, she was all bones.  She was too skinny.  And now she was batshit crazy, too?  Forget this.

"You're crazy," Anna whispered disgustedly, "I never told you that.  I never said anything but that I wanted to be your friend and that I loved my husband.  Stop calling me."  A crowd had gathered now, anxious to see what the ruckus was all about.  She went to push her cart and leave, unwilling to contribute anything else to the conversation, or the performance the other customers were hell bent on witnessing.

"You filthy slut!" Sarah screamed after her, "Don't you ever come near my husband again!  I will RUIN you!  How many other women have to worry about you sucking their husband's dicks?"  Anna walked faster, pushing the cart towards the exit, desperate to get away from the scene Sarah was determined to have.  It took a moment, but she finally processed what Sarah was saying.  Incredulity slowly joined the adrenaline fueling her to get the hell out of there.  

Oh my GOD.  She really was crazy.  Anna hadn't expected anything like this to happen, never.  It surprised her when the pity poured into her heart, taking over where the outrage and anger had been only moments before.   She didn't want to feel pity for Sarah.  If she was capable of putting on a scene like that for the benefit of onlookers, what else was she capable of?

Anna's eyes filled with tears and she fled from her shopping cart, out of the store and into the parking lot.  She needed to tell Jackson before somebody else got to him with another version of what happened.  The tears came faster and she choked back sobs, fumbling to get the key into the ignition.  She tore out of the parking lot, racing to get to the safety of home, barely able to see the road through the tears.  What had she done?  This was her fault, she should never have betrayed Jackson, she knew it was wrong.  And now she was being punished for it.  Oh my GOD, I texted Sarah that naked picture.  Jackson was going to be so hurt.  What if he didn't forgive her?  She couldn't lose him.  She wouldn't lose him. 

 "What did I do?" she wailed to herself over the radio, "Oh GOD, what am I going to do?"  And then crash. 

She'd run into another car as she whipped into the neighborhood.  GASP!  She was shocked out of the tears and back into crisis-management mode.  She'd hit a little red Prius.  Not a bad wreck, she assessed quickly.  But still, she'd just hit somebody because she was too upset and she wasn't paying attention.  She put the car into park and watched as the driver from the other car got out and stormed towards her.

Oh no.  It was that girl Jenny.  And she was raging.  Anna sniffed dramatically and wiped the tears from her face, then stepped out of her car to handle her business.  

"I'm so sorry," she began, "Are you okay?  I didn't mean..."

But Jenny cut her off yelling, "What the fuck is wrong with you?  Why don't you watch where the fuck you're going?"  She threw her hands up, pointing at the damaged front end of her car, "Well?  What the fuck?"

"I'm sorry," Anna stammered, "I just wasn't paying attention..."

"No shit, you weren't paying attention!" Jenny yelled, "GOD!  What a stupid bitch!"  Anna stopped trying to hide it then, the tears coming back as she buried her face in her hands and stood in the street crying uncontrollably.  Her little frame heaved as she struggled for breath between the sobs.

"He's going to leave me," she cried, "He's never going to forgive me."

***

What the hell?  He would leave her over a stupid car wreck?  Jenny had recognized her immediately as the little slut always making out with her friend in front of Juanita's.  Of course she'd be the kind of selfish bitch to run into her because she wasn't watching the road.  She watched Honey Gold standing in the street crying, wondering what the hell she was missing about being married if a woman had to worry a man would leave her over a stupid car accident.  It really wasn't even that bad of a wreck.  Just some cosmetic damage, it's not like the car wasn't drivable.  

"Hey," she said, "It's not that bad, I'm sure he'll understand."  Goddamnit, why am I comforting her?

"No!" Anna sobbed, "It's awful, he's going to hate me, I've ruined everything."  Jenny wondered what kind of game this little slut was playing, she had to have been manipulating her.  Maybe she thought tears would keep her from filing with the insurance company.  Well, if that's what she thought, she was fucking crazy.  

"Look," Jenny sneered, "Just give me your insurance card so I can write it down and we can leave, I don't have time for this shit."  Anna continued sobbing, but wiped her face and sniffled, trying to straighten her shoulders and pull it together.

"Of course," she rasped, "I'm sorry."  She walked to the passenger side of her car and reached in to pull the paperwork from the glove box.  Jenny waited behind her impatiently and snatched the card, looking it over to find the most pertinent information.  So Honey Gold's name was Anna.  Pffffft, what a plain name.  She'd at least expected her to be an Anastasia or a Cameron or some shit like that.  She tapped away at her smartphone to copy the information into her contacts.  Anna started crying again, and leaned back against her car, covering her face with her hands.

"Ohhhh Gooooood!" she wailed.  Maybe it was Anna's genuine emotion that tugged at Jenny's instincts, or maybe it was Jenny's new understanding of what it felt like to be fearful of losing the man she loved... whatever it was, without thinking, she stopped what she was doing and reached up and put her hand on Anna's shoulder to comfort her.

"It's really not that big of a deal," she said gently, "It could be a lot worse."

"You don't understand," Anna cried, "It's awful, she's going to ruin everything!"  Huh?  Now Jenny was more confused.  Maybe she wasn't trying to manipulate her after all, it didn't even sound like she was talking about the car wreck.

"Who's going to ruin everything?" she asked.

"Sarah!" Anna yelled through the tears, "She said she would ruin me, she's crazy I think, I don't know!"  Before she could process it, Jenny realized she was standing in the middle of the street with Anna's arms wrapped around her.  She was hugging her, shaking with fear or whatever the fuck, Jenny didn't know what was going on.  But this woman was looking to her for comfort.  And... What the fuck?  Jenny just stood there, her arms out at her sides, not knowing how to react.

"She made it sound like I was trying to sleep with her husband," Anna cried, sobbing into Jenny's chest, "But I swear I wasn't, I really didn't, and it was just... crazy... I don't know what she's going to do!"  Jenny was at a loss.  Nothing like this had ever happened to her before.  Not only was this total stranger confiding in her, but she was hugging her, looking to her for comfort.  It was fucking bizarre.  But she liked it.  It made her feel... something.  She didn't quite understand it.  It made her feel needed.

"Hey, shhhhhhh," Jenny cooed, finally reaching down and wrapping her arms around Anna, "Listen, it's going to be okay.  We all make mistakes, he might forgive you."

"No, he won't," Anna said, "I hate her, I hate her!"  She pulled away, leaving Jenny's shirt soaked in tears, and wiped her face.  "Ugh!  I could just kill her!  I can't believe I ever thought she was my friend."

***

Anna walked through her dark bedroom to the bathroom and the garden tub where she could rinse away the disgust.  She'd just spent two hours with Jenny, confiding everything that had happened, and sharing her fear over what Sarah was capable of.  They'd had coffee and talked, and it was an amazing feeling to unload all of it on somebody who understood.  Anna had felt better afterwards, grateful she'd had somebody to talk to about it.  

"What kind of person would yell something like that in a crowded grocery store?" she'd asked Jenny, " A blatant lie?"  Jenny was a God-send, she'd helped her understand it.  Of course Sarah was trying to set up the pieces in her favor, like a game of chess.  She was probably trying to blackmail her, or maybe she was just being spiteful.  Whatever it was, Jenny had convinced her that Sarah wasn't finished, and Anna would have to think very carefully about what move to make next.  

Jenny was right, it was too soon to tell Jackson.  For all Anna knew, she might be able to outmaneuver Sarah and get her to drop it.  Jenny had promised to help her, they'd come up with a plan for what to do next.  Jenny had tons of ideas about how to deal with "scandalous bitches."  They'd made plans to meet the next day after Jenny got home from work, and in the meantime Anna just had to hold it together long enough for Jackson not to catch on.

She'd ordered the Chinese delivery, still feeling guilty about having left her shopping cart full of groceries at the store, and the doorbell rang just as she finished her hot shower.  She raced down in her hot pink satin lingerie robe, paid for the food, and waited patiently for her husband to come home.  She was feeling more and more confident about resolving the whole "silly little fling" thing.

Jackson came in like the breeze, excited about making good on their promise to have an evening filled with freaky sex.  Sometimes he was more like a horny teenage virgin than a 30 something year old doctor, but Anna loved that about him.  His appetite for sex was still insatiable, and in an age when men couldn't put down the Viagra, it was nice to have a man who never had a problem getting his dick hard.

Anna stood to meet him and without skipping a beat, he snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, then took the stairs two at a time until they reached the landing.  He put her down and leaned down to kiss her hard on the mouth, his huge hands snaking their way into her robe.  He touched her stomach first and then moved his hands against her skin around her waist until he cupped her ass.  

"I've been imagining this all fucking day," he growled, "I couldn't stop thinking about kissing your pussy and fucking you stupid."  He walked forward, pressing her into the bedroom as he kissed her.  Anna's nerves were still ragged, but when he pushed her back on the bed and ran his hands up her legs, between her thighs, over her stomach... she sighed and let herself start to relax.  Jackson was always good at this.  He kissed her stomach first, letting his hands drift up to her nipples, pinching and teasing them until they stood at attention. 

His mouth made its way to her nipple, sucking it into his mouth while he pushed her legs apart and cupped her pussy. 

"Mmmmmmm," he murmured against her, the vibration in his mouth sending a shiver up her spine, "You're already wet, good girl."  He moved back down to her stomach and then her thighs, kissing her all the way, his strong, knowing hands massaging and stroking her in the way he knew her body needed.  God, he was made to fuck me.  And she'd betrayed him.  Her body tried to clam up, guilt and nerves threatening to kill the mood.  Just relax.

He nibbled at the inside of her leg, kissed that gentle skin next to her pussy, teasing her until she couldn't wait and begged, "Please, baby."  

"Push up," he ordered.  Anna followed the well-understood direction, pulling her feet up to bend her knees and raise her hips from the bed.  She arched her back, her legs spread wide, giving Jackson unobstructed access to her cunt.  He kissed the lips softly and let his hands run back up to her breasts, rubbing and pulling at her nipples while he tasted her.  When his tongue finally slid between the folds of her pussy, she sighed with pleasure and opened up more for him.  When she started grinding against his face, he reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling himself up until he was in position to fuck her. 

"Hurry, baby," she moaned, "Fuck me!"  When his cock pushed her open, she exploded in orgasm, and fell back into the bed where he drove himself into her.  He fucked her hard, pushing deeper and deeper while her cunt convulsed around his dick.  Anna reached up to taste the salty skin on his neck, kissing and licking, every moan encouraging him to drive harder until he finally came, his dick pulsing inside of her until he collapsed.

"Fuck" he rasped, "That was too fast, we have to start over."  He rolled off of her and lay on his back collecting his breath.  "Thanks, baby, I love you."

Ugh.  She was such a whore.  Jackson loved her, he took care of her.  And she was lying to him.  Anna didn't think she could live with herself.  She had to tell him, he didn't deserve to be made a fool of.  Now or never.

"Jackson, I have to tell you something," she said in a small voice, "I did something really stupid."

"I already know," he said, pushing up on an elbow to look down into her face, "I'm not blind, Anna."  Crap.  I bet he thinks I'm talking about the car.

"No, not the car," she said, "I have to tell you something else."  He laughed then, and leaned down to kiss her.

"No, not the car," he repeated, "The girlfriend with the 24 hour lipstick that tattoos your ass every Wednesday before you come home from the book club.  Did you think I didn't know?"

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SLUTBURBIA Chapter Eight - The Visitor

“Oh. My. God! Is that you Tony?” a voice squealed in excitement to his left. Tony turned to see who was calling his name in the middle of Victoria’s Secret. He saw a hot, tight little thing bouncing towards him, but didn’t recognize her. She was about 5’3”, blonde with huge tits that jiggled in her excitement. They looked real, he was intrigued.

“Hey...you,” he replied, hoping she’d offer up a name.

“You don’t reconize me?” she pouted, really sticking her lower lip out. Tony had a flash of almost recognition, but it was gone in a moment.

“Of course I do sweetheart, how’s it going?” he lied, holding his arms open for a hug. The lacy thing he was considering for Juanita gripped in one hand. He stepped back, looked her up and down and said “hey, you’re what, a size 2?”

“I’m not a fatty,” she pouted again and slapped him lightly. “I’m a zero, why?”

“I think you’re close to my wife’s body type, you wanna model some lingerie for me sweetie?”

“Of course I’d love to!” She almost wiggled in anticipation. She’s definitely fuckable, he thought, but where do I know her? Have I fucked her before? This was one side effect of cheating on your wife every chance you got, it made it hard to keep these girls in line. Hehe 'made it hard'.

Tony grabbed a few items from here and there, waving off the saleswoman and going it on his own. He didn’t know exactly what Juanita would like, he paused for a moment and contemplated her favorite colour. He’d probably end up dead if somebody put a gun to his head and told him to come up with it. He was celebrating, his agent had just informed him that he might be getting a call to move up soon. This would come with a sweet salary bonus and a possible move. He needed to butter Juanita up in order for her to agree, she would be sick about leaving her friends behind. At least they didn’t have any kids to drag out of school.

The girl simpered behind him, swaying her hips and making eyes at him every time he looked her way. They made their way to the back of the shop, towards the dressing rooms. Tony loaded her up with the pile and she went inside a large room on the end. He waited a few moments, it was fairly early on a Tuesday, there were no other customers, he was getting bored when she called “Toooooooooony, can you come help me with this?”

He looked around, saw no staff, and said “sure thing sweetheart,” before heading to the back.

She opened the door and stood before him completely naked. A wave of recognition washed over him and he said “oh hey, I know you from The Bunny Room. Aren’t you Roger’s girlfriend?”

Her face went dark and she said “no, not at all.”

Oh shit, I really messed that one up.

“Haha just kidding, what do you need help with?” He hoped she'd buy it.

She apparently did, held up a lacy red number and said “I can’t figure out how to get this done up.” She pouted, those lips were magnificent, he had a sudden flash of them wrapped around his dick. So they had slept together before, he just couldn’t figure out where or when.

He entered the room, turned and looked around, still nobody. He shut the door with a soft click and turned back to her. She had a wide grin on her face now, and her eyes were full of lust and longing. He was hard already, he had been the moment he walked in the store earlier and started flirting with the bored looking staff.

“So what were you needing help with?” he asked, deepening his voice. He towered over her, she was almost a foot shorter than him, a fact that excited both of them. The room was wide, but there were only inches between him and her naked body. He could see her flushed cheeks and her perfect cock sucking lips. There was a faint smell of raspberry in the air and he had a flash of recognition that was gone again in a second. She looked up, smiled and traced her lips with her tongue, a slow movement full of promise.

“I think you’re the one needing help,” she said and reached down for his buckle. He groaned softly as she opened his belt, his button and pulled down his zipper. He was wearing boxer briefs and his thick cock strained against the fabric, begging to escape. She slid her hand along the outline and smiled, “you’re pretty excited, aren’t you?” She noted a dark spot of oozing precum leaking through, he wasn’t sure how long it had been there, the entire store turned him on so much.

“Oh you have no idea,” he said and reached up to grab a handful of her hair. She tried to kiss him, but he turned his face, uninterested in an intimate act with this stranger. She kept stroking his dick through his underwear, his pants fell down around his ankles. She dropped to her knees in front of him, as if at worship, and pulled his dick out at long last.

He knew he was above average in length and width, she looked happy to see it and got straight to work. She knew what she was doing, she slid her tongue around the ridge around the head, really working the slit and sensitive bundle of nerves at the bottom. She then puckered her lips and took him in her mouth, sliding her face down until she had almost all of him down her throat. He still had a hand wrapped in her hair and pushed her closer, forcing her to take his entire length. She almost gagged, he could feel a small shudder go through her body, but she took it like a champ. She sucked his cock faster, increasing her pace and massaging his balls while she did. Oh shit, this is good, he thought, this is real real good. He wondered briefly if she was a pro, she was that good at this. He could feel her throat tighten around his head and her tongue worked the shaft, it sent waves of electric thrills through his body and he started to thrust against her face. She gabbed his ass and pulled him closer, wanting all of him ramming down her, fucking her face like a whore. He felt his balls tightening and knew he was close. His mind started to drift as it often does right before orgasm, he groaned in pleasure.

“Is there a problem in there?” an angry female voice snapped him out of his reverie. Fuck, shit, we’ve been caught. He held the girl’s head in place as he pulled out of her hot, wet mouth. His cock protested, softening slightly as it hit the cool air. He gestured to her to answer.

“Not at all, I’m just trying a few things on. Can you call my boyfriend in here? I need his opinion.” she said, nailing it.

“Uh, oh, ok...um your boyfriend isn’t in the store. We thought he was back here...”

She laughed and stroked his cock with her hand. “No, he hates shopping, he probably took off down to Best Buy to drool over giant TVs. Thanks anyhow,” she lied like a pro too.

“Oh you know men, they’re all like that really. Now is there anything I can get you? A different colour, a different size?” the saleswoman asked, buying the explanation.

“No thanks, I’m good,” the girl replied, giving his cock a tug. They heard the saleswoman exit the change area and she looked up at him, her big beautiful eyes fixated on his face. “Now let me get back to making you feel good,” she said and Tony didn’t disagree.

She made quick work of it. Tony was ready to explode about five sucks in. He imagined the hot saleswoman bursting in and joining this girl on his cock. He thought about both of them taking turns, him pulling out and shoving it into each waiting mouth, both of them craving his seed.

He grabbed her head again, and pumped three fast times and was done. She had her hands on the back of his legs, not letting him pull back until she had drained every last drop from his shaft. Fuck, she’s a nasty bitch. I like that, I’ll have to get her number.

She pulled off and Tony tucked his dick back into his briefs, pulled his pants up and tightened the belt. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and licked her lips, smiling at him.

“Well, let’s get this lingerie on,” she said and bent over to pick up the lacy red thing. He helped her wiggle into it and stood back to check her out. It was a corset, bright cherry red with laces up the back. He tightened it until her waist was tiny and her tits popped out the top.

“I like it,” he said, appreciating the view. She twirled around and said “oooooh so do I.” She was acting like a Disney princess, simply happy to be with him, trying on pretty things. She ran her hands up and down her stomach, then swiveled her hips like a dancer. If she’s not a stripper, she should be one. He enjoyed the show, growing hard again as she pushed her ass against him and rubbed his dick.

“Shit, look at the time,” Tony said. “We’ve got to wrap this up sweetheart.”

“Oh Tony, I haven’t had fun,” she pouted, really sticking her lower lip out and looking so fucking sexy that Tony almost pulled it out and fucked her right there.

“You had fun, you got to play with little Tony,” he chuckled. She didn’t seem to appreciate the joke. Whatever, chicks, they’re so confusing why even bother trying to figure them out?

“That was fun, but I mean fun fun. I want to feel you inside of me Tony, I want you to climb on top of me and shoot your load deep inside of me, let me feel your hot cock explode, let my pussy tighten around you as we share our fun,” she whispered in his ear, her voice hot and breathy.

He was tempted...very tempted. Shit, if only Juanita didn’t have plans at the club. Something with her friend Louise. He didn’t like Juanita’s social events but always went along just to be nice. She wanted him to play his part though and it was easier to give in than fight with her. She always won, even when she was wrong. He’d rather be fucking this hot little bitch than talk about Louise’s last golf game, but when Juanita said jump, Tony asked “how high” on the way up.

“Sorry sweetheart, I just can’t. My wife has plans and if I bail, she will cut off my balls.”

The girl laughed, and Tony said “I’m not kidding. She’s the kind of woman who would literally cut off my balls.”

The girl looked sad, but Tony’s hands were tied. “Listen sweetheart, let me buy you that red thing, ok? You can wear it when I finally have a chance to fuck you good and proper.”

She smiled and said “ok, it’s a deal.” She wiggled out of the corset and handed it to Tony. He watched her get dressed and appreciated it when she bent over in front of him...several times. He knew when he got a chance, he’d be fucking that sweet pussy again and again. I wonder if she’d let me do anal, really give her an ass pounding. Juanita always said no, that she wasn’t dirty. Tony had a feeling this girl wouldn’t mind.

Tony exited first, and stood in front of the door looking like a bored boyfriend for a minute or two. There still didn’t appear to be anyone around. She came out and the two of them went to the front of the store.

“Did you find everything ok?” a different saleswoman asked as they placed the red thing on the counter.

“Yeah, no problem,” Tony replied. “Do you have one of these in black?”

The girl looked sad again, but what did she expect? Tony had to keep Juanita happy above anything else. The saleswoman returned and placed it on the counter.

“Do you need both of these boxed up?”

“No, just the black one,” he replied. They gift wrapped Juanita’s and handed the red one to the girl in a plastic bag. She and Tony left the store and stopped in front.

“Well, I’m parked under the mall, so this is goodbye sweetheart. Do you want to give me your number?”

“I just got to town, so I don’t have one yet. How about I take yours?” she asked.

“Sure, just don’t call, only text, ok?”

“Of course,” she replied. “I know how scary your wife can be, right?

“Oh yeah, she’s a hellcat!” Tony said with pride. They exchanged their goodbyes and Tony was relieved that she didn’t try to kiss him out in public.

“Maybe next time we can fuck on the infield,” the girl said over her shoulder as she walked away.

Recognition exploded in Tony’s mind. She was the waitress from...fuck, what was the name of that town? He couldn't remember, he called it Buttfuckville nowhere...what was she doing thousands of miles from home? What had brought her here? He watched her walk away and had an uneasy feeling about this. Fuck, if only she hadn’t drained my balls like a pro I’d tell her to walk, but I’ve got to feel that mouth again.

*****

Juanita pushed Holden off her and said “I’m serious, you have to go. Tony will be home any minute.”

“Maybe I want to meet him sweetheart, maybe I want to kick his ass so I can fuck you any time I want,” Holden growled against her ear.

Juanita’s heart beat faster. They were in the foyer and had just fucked hard for an hour. Holden had come over the moment Tony left, she had greeted him naked and he’d taken her right there in the kitchen again. She thought it was a little weird that he seemed to only want to fuck in that room, but she’d take him any way she could get him. He had bent her over the sink and spread her legs wide, ramming himself in. She lost count of the times she came, calling out his name over and over again. She realized that in this position, it was nearly impossible to see inside, and as long as the windows were closed, she could make as much noise as she wanted. The neighbors never had to know that she was watching them carry out their mundane daily activities while being pounded from behind. It added to her excitement in fact, Holden was the sexiest, nastiest man she’d ever know. And that cock, that long, thick cock that filled her up completely. God, I’m getting hot again just thinking about him. She could feel her sopping wet pussy heat up as he kissed her again, casually rolling a nipple in his fingers and she stood on her tippy toes, arching against him.

“Ok, I’m serious, you have to go,” she said again, taking every ounce of her will power to make him leave.

“I get the hint sweetheart,” he smiled and winked at her, turned and left. Juanita exhaled and leaned against the front door, still naked and still sopping wet. She heard the sound of his bike as he left their street. Even that sound made her instantly hot, she was starting to associate it with a good hard fucking. I’m like that guy’s dogs, Parvo or something. They drool every time the bell rings, I drool every time I hear a bike.

She checked the time and rushed upstairs. She’d need to wash off before Tony got here, it was one thing to fuck around on him, but she didn’t want him fucking her pussy when she was full of Holden. I’ve got standards, she thought with smug satisfaction. I’m not a total whore.

She heard the front door open as she was drying off. “Hey babe, I’m home,” Tony called from downstairs.

“I’m up here,” she replied.

He came bounding up the stairs, rushed into the bedroom and had a look on his face like a kid at Christmas. “I’ve got great news Juanita, I might get an offer!”

“Oh babe, that’s awesome. What does it mean for us?”

“It means more money, that’s the best part. Double what I’m making now even.” He handed her a gift box from Victoria’s Secret. Juanita opened it and pulled out a black lacy corset.

“Oh I love it,” she lied. Who died? Why does he always buy me black? I want red. She noted that the tags were still on it, she’d return it this week and swap it out for a red one.

“Why don’t you put it on?”

“I think we should celebrate this properly,” she said, setting the box down on the dresser. “Why put something on if you’re just going to tear it off?” She smiled and let her towel fall to the floor.

Tony’s face lit up, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Setting her down he said “good idea, what was I thinking?” with a big grin. He hesitated and said “wait here, I’ll be right back.

Tony went to the bathroom to clean up a little. He didn’t want Juanita to share spit with the waitress, it seemed wrong to him somehow. He had never fucked a girl and gone straight home to fuck Juanita, he felt as though that would be disrespectful to his marriage. He wiped himself with a washcloth and went into the walk in closet to drop it in the hamper. Juanita flipped out if he left anything lying anywhere.

A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. The new neighbor, Victor, was out watering a bare spot in his back yard. What a fucking putz, Tony thought. When they’d met and exchanged names he’d asked “can I call you Vic?” Victor had looked at him like he was some kind of cockroach or something and said “no”, then turned and walked back into his house. He’d better smarten up real fast if he wants to live in this neighborhood. Asshole.

“Toooooony, are you coming?” Juanita called from the bed.

Tony went straight to her, she was laying back on the bed, her naked body gleaming in the afternoon light. My god she’s beautiful.

Tony climbed on top of her, straddling her chest. Juanita loved this position when she felt like sucking his cock, and with double the salary coming, she felt like sucking it today. He treated her so well, even if he did buy her black lingerie and fuck anything that moved when he was away. He had the decency to do it out of town, where none of her prying friends would find out.

She took his full length down her throat with ease, hoping he wouldn’t notice how good she’d gotten. After gagging on Holden’s massive cock, she could handle Tony’s with no problem. He wasn't small, it's just that Holden was above and beyond. She thought she smelled the faint scent of raspberries, shrugged it off, and sucked her husband’s dick like a good wife should.

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