Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 36

She smiled up at him, and said softly, "I couldn't help but notice that from the moment I saw you. You were devouring me with your eyes." She felt his manhood growing against her, and sighed. Joe wanted her to go along with Gerry, she reminded herself.

Gerry knew she could feel his hard cock against her. She didn't seem to mind at all. He pressed harder, and let his hands drop down to her cute, pliant ass cheeks through her dress. Val grinned at him and said, "Gerry, this is nice, but dangerous. I'm not exactly dead to your... charms. But I'm not sure my husband would approve."

There, she had dared to raise the question, and she nervously awaited his response.

"Joe is probably in her pants right now. As you know we have some considerable business dealing with one another. There is an extremely large amount of money coming into play, and Joe has asked to be made one of the players in the deal. I agreed, with one proviso - that you become part of the deal."

"I...I didn't know," Val replied, suddenly shaken. Joe had led her to believe he had brought her here to acquire a fourth in order to satisfy Wanda.

"Joe is in a downstairs room, he probably has Kimberly laid out on the pool table as we speak, and you... you're right here, in my bedroom."

He pulled her tighter against his cock.

"Gerry... what are you doing? Oh, damn!"

And he was kissing her. He was quite good at kissing, and Val enjoyed it immensely. Then she felt his hands under her skirt and on her ass. Moments later, his roving hands were inside her brief bikini panties clutching and grabbing her bare ass. Throughout the initial fumbling, Gerry continued dry-humping her, ramming his erection into her mound and pussy.

Val became aroused and thought fleetingly, You told me to do this, Joe. I hope we're not sorry.

The kiss broke, and Val, through half-lidded eyes, said, "Gerry honey... you know... oh, God, you're making me so hot. Is there any chance someone might happen in on us?"

"No, it's my home; no one would dare violate my private space," and his hand moved inside her panties to the front and found her curly hair and the very moist opening between her swollen labia. Gerry sent two fingers into her open sheath, and Val gasped.

"Oh, Gerry, baby," she moaned, "what are you doing to me? Oh, damn!" Val squeezed his arm letting him know that he was arousing her.

"I'm going to strip you, first, and then I'm going to fuck you silly, my sweet Val. If you tell me to stop I'll try, but I don't know that I will be able to. And as for your husband... Kimberly will keep him occupied. I'm paying her a king's ransom to make sure he's diverted from looking for you."

"She's a hooker?" Val blurted out.

"Of course, and a highly paid one at that," he said, lowering the top of her dress but leaving her breasts encased in a frilly, lace bra.

"Would I be prying if I asked exactly how much she's getting?"

"Kimberly is getting a thousand dollars an hour. That is, per working hour, the remainder of her time is uncompensated."

"Oh," she exclaimed.

"She's definitely worth it, Val. But you... you're worth ten times that."

"I am?"

He was laughing as he popped her left breast free of the bra and gazed in wonder at her perfectly formed breast.

"Magnificent!" he murmured then realized he owed Val an answer. "Yes, ten times what she earns... easily."

"You're paying Joe to take me to bed?"

"No...no! Please don't misinterpret my remark. Kimberly is chattel, a form of property if you will. You, Val, are the unattainable, or almost unattainable."

"What are you giving Joe for me?" Val was not at all indignant; she had already made a conscious decision to let him have her. But her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Joe had known in advance, and not told her.

"There is... a business deal. Joe wants it very much. I cannot tell you more than that."

"All right," she said, "if that's the way it is."

"I'm sorry, but that is the way it is."

Val surprised him then, putting her hand under her exposed breast and tendering it to his mouth. Gerry didn't hesitate, and slurped her strawberry tipped bud into his mouth and suckled contentedly.

Val began to squirm as he did something's with his tongue that she had never experienced before. With a nonchalance Val found disconcerting, Gerry freed her other breast and began teasing that rapidly stiffening tip until she moaned for him to suck that one too.

Gerry went from one nipple to the other for some five minutes. By this point Val had found his erection and was squeezing it, trying to jerk him off although his penis was still constrained by his slacks.

Finally, he let a nipple pop from between his teeth and said, "Time for us to shed our clothes, darling."

They separated momentarily and quickly removed the remainder of their clothing, leaving it in two piles on the floor beside the bed. Then they embraced in the middle of the bed. "I would love to take my time and eat that darling pussy of yours and then fuck you every way I can think of, but I do have guests, so we don't have much time."

"I'd love for you to do all of that too," Val replied, looking at his sizable boner, "but I need you to just fuck me now."

Gerry wasn't a very large man, but his penis had a healthy length and thickness to it. The swollen head was a deep purple hue, and the taut skin of the shaft was shiny even in the soft light. Val's hand circled most of the shaft and began to jerk him off. With a soft giggle of a teenager in the backseat being naughty on a Friday night date, she plunged her mouth down upon him, taking in the swollen blue veins near the surface of his love muscle, and felt him pulse as her tongue laved his corona.

Then Val allowed him further entry, and he reached the back of her mouth and held his ground. She closed her lips tightly around him, sucked in her cheeks, and pulled her head back, drawing him back out of her mouth until his cockhead was between her lips again. Gerry's head rolled back, and only a quiet gurgling was heard coming from his throat. He placed his hands on top of her head, and pumped his hips back and forth fucking her face.

Val delighted in this action. She loved giving head - always had - from her first experience in the loft of her church after choir practice when she was fourteen.

"We... we better get on with the fucking," he gasped, and she released him from her mouth and he rolled away.

Laughing and feeling silly, Val hopped off the bed and ran to the large window overlooking the swimming pool. She leaned forward, hands on the thick painted white windowsill, feet spread slightly on the hardwood of the floor. Her hair fell in simple, long waves as she the gauzy curtains and peered out at the various couples around the pool. Her husband wasn't there, and she hid her disappointment, reasoning that he was still in bed with his slut.

Val glanced down and saw her breasts inches from the glass of the window. She angled herself so that her nipples rubbed against the cool, air-conditioned panes, and turned to look back at Gerry. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking his tumescent cock, and staring at her.

Val laughed, realizing how she must look to him, and then gave him a come hither smile as her hair lightly grazed the windowsill. He moved to her, his right hand snaking around her side to press in on her belly. Val's lips parted as her arousal soared. Gerry's other hand slid up her spine to the back of her neck, to the back of her head and pushed it down so that she was certain to see his hand on her belly... and then down to her cunt.

"Ahhh," Val moaned with satisfaction at his knowing touch. His fingers slid into the slipperiness between her warm labia. Her heart was racing, the anticipation almost unbearable. He fingered her slowly, surely, found her spot and caused her breath to come in short exhilarations. Moments later, she was whimpering, begging him to put it in her.

But he didn't. He pulled his talented fingers out of her and drew them in a slimy, wet, slug-like trail to her breasts, and then to the hollow of her throat.

"Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" Val pleaded.

Val stopped begging when the fingers entered her mouth, and she contented herself with sucking the residue of her juices from them. She pushed against the windowsill, and then away from it and into the solid feel of his rampant cock.

"C'mon, Gerry... damn it, take me!" she moaned.

It was Gerry's turn to laugh, and as he did, he lined his erection up with Val's glistening pussy and entered her from behind. Val quickly spread her feet further apart, not to allow him a deeper penetration, but to balance herself so that she could withstand the pounding cock she knew lay in wait. She began to rub her clit each time Gerry pumped into her, and established a rhythm that had her well on the way to her much needed orgasm.

For some reason Gerry stopped humping her, although his hands remained on her hips.

"Ahhh, no! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Gerry resumed fucking her. But now he was changing the angle of each stroke and thereby careening into and off of hitherto untouched areas of her vagina. And when he increased the tempo of his thrusts, Val realized that she had been coming for some time and had not realized it.

He seemed to be growing inside her, and she found this unbelievable. Reflexively, she tightened around him, trying to compensate as the giddy, spinning convulsions of a tumultuous orgasm rushed in on her. The last thing Val saw before blacking out was her husband looking up at her nakedness exposed in the window; and after that, nothing.

In actual time it was only a few seconds that Val was out. She revived to find herself in Gerry's arms, his wet cock pressing against her belly.

"Oh..." she gasped, and slowly sank to her knees and took his still swollen prick in her hand. She looked at it and saw the freshly painted fingernails of her middle finger and thumb meeting, and, pulling her lips back, she filled her mouth with his essence. Fleetingly, she recalled seeing Joe looking up at her as she came, and so she forced herself to concentrate with animal-like preoccupation on the head of his cock.

Val's full, so-red lips pulled back as her head moved in a trancelike motion, her hand slipping moistly along the length of it. She was breathing faster and faster, as he swelled against her cheek.

Gerry groaned with pleasure, and suddenly, Val pulled back, unsheathing him in the process, and whipped her head from side to side as if needing to clear her brain of a cloudy, sexual haze. Her long hair fell forward across her face and mouth, two strands clinging to her full red lips.

He reached out and gently pried them away, hoping to replace them with his throbbing prick. She smiled at him, silently thanking him for his considerate move, then slowly stood, rubbing his cock along the length of her body as she rose.

Gerry kissed her then, and with a hand under each of Val's thighs, lifted her and slid his steaming cock into her glistening cunt. A moment later, his mouth nibbling the hollow of her throat, he was transporting her across the short distance from the window to the bed.

He lay on his back and Val rode him hard, grinding her cunt into his pelvis until she fell forward in giddy exhaustion, her hands landing deep in the mattress on either side of his head. Gerry laughed as he spit a strand of her hair from his mouth, and then pulled Val to him, rolling over on top of her. He kissed each breast, and then sucked each nipple. Slowly he moved down her belly, licking and tickling until reaching her cunt. There, he began to tease her clitoris, his eyes on hers the entire time.

Val was still panting from her time on top, and when he sent a finger into her, her breathing changed to uneven, raspy gasps. And when he replaced the finger with his steely cock, she croaked a series of unintelligible words and came as hard as she had on her wedding night with Joe.

Minutes later, Gerry whispered, "Are you all right?"

Val didn't answer him.

"For Christ's sake, Val, are you all right?"

One eye fluttered open.

"Val, can you hear me?"

"I... I hear you," she murmured.

"Are you all right?"

"Mmmmm, I'm wonderful. Will you please put it back in?"

"What?"

"Put it in! For Christ's sake, put it in me!"

To his credit, Gerry didn't hesitate, but drove his cock into her demanding slit, parting her twin labia as his greasy shaft sluiced almost full length into her.

"OH!" she grunted, and with a very satisfied smile, said, "Yeah... give it to me!"

Val had almost forgotten that Joe was fucking that whore, but not quite, as she thought, I'll have Gerry wanting to fuck me every night of the God damn week, how do you like that, Joe, you motherfucker?

With Gerry pounding his meat into her, it didn't take either of them long to reach an explosive climax. They collapsed in each other's arms and lay there feeling the small twinges of after pleasure tingling through their bodies

After a short time, Val sighed, and said, "That was wonderful, Gerry, but we better get back to your party."

"That was fabulous, Val. I love the way you fuck. I sure hope this wasn't a one time thing."

Val sighed again.

Gerry looked at her, and asked again, in a softer tone, "This isn't a one time thing, is it, Val?"

She looked at him, smiled and squeezed his limp cock, which was still inside her, and said, "Not as far as I'm concerned. I love the way you did me. If it will feel that good you can have me anytime, anywhere, and often too. But we have to consider Joe."

"Ah, yes, Joe," Gerry said as he untangled himself from Val's body. "Joe made a present of you to me. Did you know that?"

"I didn't actually. But I suspected something... he insisted that I bring a skimpy bikini...."

"Yes?" Gerry said, urging her on.

"We had discussed... um, adding a third to our bed, but I had no idea...."

"It would be someone as old as me," Gerry said and laughed.

"Well, you're not so old... you proved that tonight. But I had thought it might be a woman."

"The truth is Joe wants in on a business scheme of mine. I hope after this evening you won't be angry with me... I'm telling you the truth because I do want to continue our relationship."

Val nodded, and her excitement grew, Could Joe be onto something really big? she wondered. "If I'm mad at anyone, it's Joe and not you, darling," she said giving his testicles a loving caress.

"Well, good!" he said, and then handed her a card with his private number on it. "Call me anytime, day or night. I prefer that you schedule our meetings. I can rearrange my schedule easier than you, I'm certain of that."

"One day next week?" Val said, hoping he would suggest Tuesday.

"You call me. Just give me two hours to get wherever you'll be."

"That works for me," she replied and gave him one last kiss.

Gerry went down the back way. Val washed up and redressed, fixed her hair, and as she looked in the mirror, she thought, Joe wanted this. But can he really handle it? Oh, Gerry, you don't know how good you felt. And you want me again.

She descended the front staircase, managing to look regal to the many onlookers staring at her, and as she stepped into the room at the bottom of the stairs, Joe came to meet her with a look of almost panic in his eyes.

"Val honey... I missed you. You were gone a long time. I began to wonder, did you...? I mean, did you and Gerry...?"

Val read the fearful look in his eyes, leaned over and kissed his cheek. She forced a happy smile and said, "No, silly, of course not. Gerry showed me where to change and left. I put on my bikini and then sat there trying to decide if I wanted to walk around in so little. I mean it shows everything, and I wasn't sure I wanted to cause a sensation. So after a while I took it off, dressed again, and here I am. Actually I would like to go home now if it's okay with you."