Lois and Rod Tillman were attending the traditional year-end get-together that was given for the Jamestown High School faculty and staff by Maxwell Cartwright, the chairman of the school board, at his sumptuous home. The Cartwrights, an extremely wealthy couple, had a magnificent home, a mansion, really. Lois had attended the party there for several years, but she was still dazzled by the home's opulence. Lois was disappointed that Doreen Ingalls, the assistant principal, wouldn't be there, but the woman she was having an affair with was away at a school administrator's conference.
Dinner was, as always, excellent. After the meal a band played and a few people danced. Lois's husband disappeared almost immediately after the meal. She wondered where he had gotten to, then she saw him across the room, standing close to Carol Dickinson, the wife of Mel Dickinson, the economics teacher. Her husband and the slim, attractive woman were having what appeared to be a very intimate conversation.
"Lois!" a feminine voice said.
Lois turned to see who had called her name. Marion Cartwright, the hostess, was approaching her. "Lois, darling, how are you?" Mrs. Cartwright gushed. "My goodness, it's been so long since I've had a chance to chat with you! Come on, we simply must talk! I need to tell you how wonderful the production your theater group put on was." The older woman was a bit of a patron of the school's theatrical club, which Lois was advisor for. She took Lois's arm and led her off.
"I thought you said you were going to call me," Carol told Lois's husband, her voice sharp. She was a few years younger than him, dark-skinned, and had a slim, girlish body. Her straight black hair hung almost to her buttocks. She had wide brown eyes set in an exotic, beautiful face. The clinging white dress she wore left no doubt as to the quality of her lithe figure.
"Come, on, baby, you know I planned to," Rod said. "It's just that with football and basketball and all, I've been busy. I really do want to get together with you again."
"When?" Carol whispered. "I need you so bad I can taste it!" She moved closer to him, her body brushing his, teasing him.
Rod looked around and smiled. "Have you ever seen the rest of the house?" he asked.
Carol looked at him, puzzled.
"You know," Rod continued, "they have fourteen bedrooms upstairs."
"Fourteen bedrooms, huh?" Carol said. She realized what Rod was suggesting and was thrilled. Making it in the Cartwright house while the party was going on would be a real kick. "I take it you want to show me around the house."
"Some parts of it, anyhow," Rod said. He took the slender woman's arm and led her toward the stairway.
They walked up the ornate staircase and down the shadowy upstairs hallway. Rod checked a door and found it unlocked. He opened it, grabbed Carol's arm, and pulled her through it. Inside one of the mansion's fourteen bedrooms, they came into each other's arms, their lips joined, and their tongues probed deeply into their open mouths, fanning their smoldering passion into a conflagration of need.
Rod pulled back, panting, after the kiss ended. "Won't Mel wonder where you are?" he asked while his hands caressed Carol's body through the silky material of her dress. He grabbed her ass and pulled her against him.
Carol shook her head. "As long as there's plenty to drink, Mel wouldn't notice the end of the world," she replied, grinding her hips against him. "What about your wife? Won't Lois miss you?"
"Hell no. She's busy with Mrs. Cartwright," Rod said. He began kissing Carol's neck and shoulders and felt her shudder. He moved toward the bed sitting in the center of the room, pulling her with him. When they reached the bed, he slid his hands up her arms and undid the string-like strap around her neck that held up the top of her dress. He peeled the loosened top down, baring her pointy, petite breasts.
Once her chest was bared, he kissed his way down over her chest and began suckling her nipples until they were as hard as steel. He loved Carol's breasts. Even though they were small, they were incredibly sensitive, and when she was turned on even the areolas swelled. Voraciously, he continued attacking the olive cones of flesh and their swollen tips.
"Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" Carol gasped. "Oh, Baby! I needed this so bad!!"
Rod worked Carol's dress down over her slim hips and was delighted to discover she wore absolutely nothing under it. "Goddamn!" he exclaimed. "You aren't wearing underwear!"
"I was hoping something like this would happen and I thought you'd like it better if there wasn't anything to get in your way," Carol replied, smiling hotly at him.
Her hands went to his tie and started to undo it while his hands began moving over her smooth, tawny flesh. It wasn't long before Rod, too, was naked with his erect cock standing out in front of him like a spear. Carol grasped it in her warm hand and began stroking it.
"Yeahhh, baby!!!" Rod groaned.
"You need me as bad as I need you, don't you?" Carol said.
Rod nodded dumbly. The passion flooding his body made it hard for him to speak. Carol put her hand against the man's chest, shoved him gently, and he fell back onto the bed. She climbed on the bed beside him, leaned over him, and let her long silken hair cascade over him, teasing him with a super-soft caress. She moved her head back and forth, trailing the silken strands over his body.
"Wow!!!" Rod went wild. It always drove him wild when Carol did that to him with her hair! The lissome woman continued to drag her hair back and forth over his erect, throbbing pole and he moaned, unable to stop writhing.
"I know you like this, sweetie," Carol murmured, then her lips enveloped his swollen prong. She moved her head up and down, up and down leaving the panting man's cock slick with her saliva.
