Content Warning
-- This chapter could have been published under the category Erotic Couplings or even Romance; however, I put it in Loving Wifes because this section is a prelude to chapters that are definitely in that category. I'd rather not have anyone begin this piece and then complain. In case you are new to the Loving Wifes category, it is not about romance with your wife.
The story takes some time to develop. I also promise more action in the later chapters.
This story takes place in in the early 1980s. Ft. Walton Beach on the Florida panhandle was a different place before a hurricane damaged many of the old hotels and restaurants along the beach. Rebuilding transformed the area bringing higher prices and attracting richer tourists. The old Ft. Walton Beach was inexpensive and loaded with character. It was sometimes rudely called the redneck Riviera, and I loved it. This story is an homage to a simpler time when I was young.
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Lil, the department secretary, interrupted me to give me a carefully folded piece of paper. She smiled knowingly as she handed me the note. She leaned against the doorway to my office, and I stared at her curvaceous body. I was waiting for her to leave, but she stayed there to see my reaction to the message. She winked at me when she caught my eyes drifting over her sexy body. Lil likes to flirt and pretend she is naughty. She certainly has the body for it. She encourages the scientists and engineers she mothers to call her Dirty Lil. All of the guys are convinced that Dirty Lil is eager to jump into bed with them. Many of the guys in out department have asked, but it never seemed to be the right time for Lil.
She got a bit inebriated at the last office Christmas party and asked me to take her home. My wife had begged off from attending the party, so I was alone, and Lil's request made me anxious. The drinks had loosened Lil's tongue, and on the drive to her house, she let me in on her secret. Lil was a modest girl from the Midwest, and the whole Dirty Lil act was a charade. She enjoyed the power she felt teasing the engineers. Lil's work persona was one continuous fantasy. Most of us keep our fantasies private. As I was to learn, acting them out in public can be dangerous. After I had dropped Lil off at her apartment, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and sent me home to my loving wife.
I gave up waiting for Lil to leave and opened the note. It read, 'It's time -- Jolene.' Lil had drawn a heart after Jolene's name.
Lil said, "I know someone who shouldn't be working late tonight. Go on, Steve. You deserve a break. You've been working late six days a week."
I was a young research scientist working in the Palo Alto laboratory of a major aerospace company. I had helped bring in a big Air Force program and had been made program manager. It was my first experience leading a team of hot-shot scientists and engineers, and I was determined to make the effort a success. We were half-way into the second year of the two-year program, and it was crunch time. It was the point in a program where all of the pieces have to come together. Unfortunately, there were problems, and I was working long hours. However, Lil had a point. I needed to relieve some stress.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I couldn't refuse Jolene. It was a royal summons. I called my wife, Jean, and left a message to let her know I would be working late again. Fifteen minutes later I was on the road to Jolene's place. When I got to her neighborhood in Fremont, I drove slowly down the block of practically identical houses. I smiled when I saw the red light in the window. I was already hard when I rang the bell.
Jolene opened the door, and my jaw dropped. No matter how many times I saw the gorgeous redhead, I was always blown away. She was wearing a short, sheer kimono and high heels. The light behind her hinted that she wasn't wearing much else. She pulled me inside and closed the door. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lithe dancer's body against mine. She gave me a long, deep kiss before stepping back and letting the robe fall to the floor. I inhaled sharply and smelled her arousal mixed with a heady perfume. She was naked except for red bikini panties and heels. She was breathing hard, and my eyes focused on her full breasts and erect nipples for a moment before dropping my gaze to stare at her skimpy underwear. She giggled when I stared at the wet spot at the bottom of her panties.
I asked, "How long is your husband away?"
Jolene smiled and said, "He's in Idaho fishing with his business buddies for the week. I want you to fuck me as often as you can for the next four days. I hope you ate your Wheaties."
Jolene took my hand and led me back to her bedroom. The room was lit only by a few scented candles. She wasted no time removing my clothes. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she hit play on Sony Discman. I laughed as Dolly Parton sang Jolene's favorite song.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Jolene said, "Now lick my pussy until I scream. Then I want you to take me from behind doggy style. I want you to take me hard. Babe, I want you so bad."
She tossed a pillow in the middle of the bed and lay down with it under her shapely ass. Her flaming locks of auburn hair framed her smiling face. I was in no hurry. She had trained me well. My reward would come in due course. I stared into her eager eyes before kissing her. She whimpered into my mouth as my tongue danced with hers. My hands caressed her pale breasts as I kissed her slender neck. I gazed longingly at her ample breasts tipped with rosy areolas and pointy nipples before capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. She moaned as my mouth sucked on one breast and then the other. My teeth nibbled lightly on her nipple. Her hands clutched the back of my head.
I slid my hand down her taut stomach to her wet panties. Her thighs fell open as my fingers cupped her mound. She moaned as I caressed her warm sex through the thin cotton. My hands grabbed the waistband of her red panties. Jolene raised her hips so I could tug her last piece of clothing down her long legs. I tossed them aside and stared at her neatly-trimmed, curly pubic hair. I was captivated by this reminder that Jolene was really a brunette.
Her slit glistened in the candle light. I leaned over and blew lightly over her gorgeous pussy. It was too soon to touch her clit, and I carefully avoided it, for now. My fingers stroked the lips of her moist slit. Her pussy flowered under my delicate touch. She moaned as I eased the tip of my finger into her tight vagina. I took my time licking along the folds of her pussy all the while savoring the heady aroma of her arousal. She wrapped her athletic legs around my shoulders, and her hands held my head trapped against her sex.
"Please Steve, please."
I pushed my finger deeper into her vagina and licked the length of her flowering slit. She squealed when my tongue dragged across her clit. My lips tugged gently on the sensitive nub as the tip of my tongue flicked back and forth over the thousands of screaming nerve endings concentrated in her clit. I took my time before searching for her G-spot with the tip of my finger. When I hit it, she arched her back and screamed and screamed. Her legs shook as her hands pulled my head tight against her spasming pussy.
We lay still for several minutes until her breathing calmed. She unwrapped her legs from my neck and rolled over onto her stomach. She pushed her sweaty body up onto her hands and knees.
"Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me hard. I want you to shoot your hot cum deep inside of me."
I was hard, and she was wet. I quickly knelt behind her and grabbed her hips with one hand. I placed my erection against her vagina and pushed myself home with one thrust. Damn, she was so tight.
Jolene hissed, "Oh God, fuck me."
I like to start with long slow thrusts, but I was so aroused I skipped all of that gentle shit. I hit her hard and fast. Our sweaty bodies slapped together over and over. My fingers found her clit, and I strummed it like a guitar. She was thrusting her hips back to meet my pounding cock. She began wailing. She was so sensitive after her first orgasm, it didn't take long to push her over the edge again. Her tight pussy clamped down on my cock so hard I shot my load. I held her ass tight against my crotch as my cock shot pulse after pulse of semen into her fertile womb. I had lasted only a couple of minutes, but it didn't bother me in the slightest. This was only our first fuck out of many to come over the next three or four days.
I laid back on her husband's pillow and asked, "Who fucks you better?"
Jolene laughed, "There is no contest. Steve, you are the best fuck I have ever had. My husband never gets me to cum. He's a 'wham, bam thank you, mam' kind of guy. If it weren't for my you, I'd go crazy."
"Maybe I could give him lessons?"
Jolene giggled, "I'd love to have him watch you shoving your big cock into my wet pussy. He might get the idea of how to use his own little cock. Even if he didn't learn anything, it would thrill me to have my husband watch me screaming as you pound your beautiful cock into my wet pussy. It's one of my favorite fantasies. When you're not available, I use my vibrator and imagine he's watching you fucking me in public."
I laughed, "Seriously, in public?"
"I don't mean in front of a crowd. Just a public place where you could get caught. It would just be you and me fucking while my husband watches from hiding."
"Damn, Jolene, you are incredible. If my wife even hears the slightest noise during sex, she freezes. She gets embarrassed if someone even sees us kissing."
Jolene said, "Forget about your wife. Do you think you could fuck me while my husband watches?"
I laughed, "As much as I'd love to lie here fantasizing about fucking you in front of your husband, I'm getting hungry. I'd like to eat something more substantial than pussy before we fuck again."
Jolene sighed. The fantasy was over for now. She pulled off her red wig and transformed herself back into my loving wife, Jean. We both enjoy playacting, and our little charades spice up our sex life. We had been trying to get pregnant for nearly two years. As soon as her temperature indicated the start of her fertile period, she had phoned Lil and left a message for me to get my ass home and do my duty. Dirty Lil had had a good laugh when I had to let her in on our secret. I couldn't have someone I depended on at work think I was cheating on my wife.
Jean grinned at me and said, "Can you cook dinner, babe? I have to stay on my back with my ass in the air for thirty minutes to increase our chance of getting pregnant."
