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(C) 1993 - 2000 Knave of Hearts
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Eva Devers is lonely. Her husband, Joe, is away on an
extended business trip and, even though they call
frequently and exchange email daily, she misses his
physical presence. He's due back in to weeks.
Monday, 12 May.
The after work commute..Twenty minutes of mind
numbing boredom, punctuated every-so often with a
split second of gut wrenching terror as some
impatient bastard abruptly switches lanes and cuts
you off.
This is the Wildman, helping you on your way home.
Next is the latest hit to sweep the charts "When I'm
in your arms."
The song started, a slow love ballad, and all Eva
Devers could think about was her husband. He'd only
been gone for a few days and all ready she ached when
she thought about him. They'd been listening to this
song in the kitchen, when he had snuck up behind her.
His hands had traveled around her waist, smooth and
strong, cupping her breasts and pulling her back
against him. She remembered wiggling her hips as his
long thick cock ground into her ass. She leaned her
head back and he captured her lips in his. He lightly
squeezed her breasts. He tasted like coffee and milk
and she could feel his cock swell and stiffen. . .
Honnk!!! Eva snapped out of her reverie just in time
to avoid rear-ending an expensive sportscar. Its
owner flashed her the Universal Symbol and continued
on his way still stuck in traffic but now that always
important car length ahead of someone else. This is
the way it had been for the last two weeks. She'd
daydream often enough and long enough to get horny
and then have to rush home, or to the bathroom, or to
her car to masturbate.
The echo of the slamming door reinforced how alone
she was in the small house. Undressing as she walked
to the bathroom, Eva left a trail of clothes behind
her. It was the kind of thing that would have driven
Joe nuts, but now it just reminded her of his
absence. She stood in front of the bedroom mirror.
Breasts still firm; Ass a little more than there use
to be, but still able to turn heads. Eva lay back on
the bed and brushed her hand across the smooth lips
of her pussy. She was still damp from her daydream in
the car.
Pulling a pillow under her head, Eva positioned
herself on the bed so that she could watch herself in
the mirror. She spread her labia with her fingers,
lightly teasing the hood of her clit. She could see
the wet, pink inside of her cunt, the sheen of her
pussy juices all ready starting to flow.
Still working softly on her clit, Eva teased herself
with the other hand. She closed her eyes and arched
her back, as if to press her hips into the mouth of
her imaginary lover. Running her fingertips around
her swelling cunt lips, she felt her breathing become
more and more ragged. Through half open lids, Eva
watched her pussy swallow first one, then another of
her fingers. Without conscious thought, her hips
pressed down on her hand, helping the fingers ease
their way deeper into her womb.
Eva could feel the beginnings of her orgasm in the
pit of her stomach. Her pussy started to tremble,
clutching at the invading fingers. "Too fast," she
murmured.
She took her fingers out of herself but continued to
massage her clit. Looking at the glistening nectar
that covered her fingers she hesitantly touched her
finger tips to her lips, tasting her own juices. It
tasted different, sweeter, than when she had sucked
Joe's cock after he'd fucked her on those wild nights
when they would fuck forever. She rolled her tongue
around the fingers, wishing that they were his hot,
pulsing cock.
Sliding her hand from her mouth, she pinched her
nipple. The sharp nip drove her over the edge. Eva
clamped her legs together, intensifying the feeling
of her greedy pussy spasm. Her breath was slowing.
She eased herself down, slowly kneading her breasts
and stroking the bottom of her stomach.
The orgasm had been good. She'd felt it build from
the bottom of her stomach and wash over her like a
warm tropical wave a good feeling. But now it just
made her want more. Rolling onto her side, Eva looked
at herself in the mirror. Her pale skin was flushed,
her nipples and pussy lips still swollen with
excitement. Wisps of auburn hair were plastered to
her face with a light dew of bed sweat.
'If Joe could see me now, he'd laugh," she thought as
she stood and made her way to the shower. The room
smelled of sex. "Or jump in and fuck me silly." _-
=)0(=-_
The doorbell was ringing as Eva climbed out of the
shower. Without waiting to grab a towel she ran naked
down the hall to the kitchen, punching the intercom.
"Yes?" She was out of breath and dripping all over
the tile floor.
"Meesus Deefers. Ees just me, Hector. I just wanted
you to know I was out back." Hector's Hispanic accent
brought Eva out of her daze. It was Monday and the
yard boy was out back mowing and trimming.
"Thanks, Hector."
Releasing the intercom, Eva went back into the
bedroom to get her robe. Returning to the kitchen,
she poured herself a glass of wine. Her first sip
reminded her of Joe and the evenings they had spent
in the kitchen, sipping wine and discussing the day's
events. Telling herself that she would not become
morose this early in the evening, Eva looked in the
refrigerator for ideas for dinner. It was so hard to
cook for one.
Suddenly, Eva heard a loud shout from the garage.
Clasping her robe shut, she ran to the garage. She
opened the door to find Hector jumping around the
garage, cursing in Spanish.
"Hector, what's wrong?"
"I have spilled gasoline on to my self." Eva could
see where the old gas can spout had broken off,
spilling the gas and oil mix all over Hector's pants.
"Quick, take them off. We can rinse them in the
sink."
Eva took charge without thinking but then almost
reconsidered when she saw the slim, muscular Latino
loosen his belt and drop his jeans onto the garage
floor. She forced herself to look away from the yard
boy's slim, smooth chest and his muscular legs.
Instead she went over to the utility sink in the
corner and began running water. Taking his pants from
him Eva leaned over the sink and rinsed them out,
trying hard not to look at Hector.
Glancing up, she realized that her robe had fallen
open and Hector's eyes were locked on her rose
colored nipples. Straightening quickly, she felt
herself blush.
Throwing his jeans into the dryer, Eva tried to
regain control of the situation. Tying her robe
tightly around herself, she didn't know what to make
of the situation a half naked young man in the house;
she was half dressed and horny. Taking advantage of
Hector would be wrong but, from the size of the bulge
in his briefs, would go a long way to giving her some
relief.
"Let's get you cleaned up. The gas will start to burn
if we don't rinse it off soon."
"Si, senora." Hector followed Eva inside. She could
feel the heat of his stare on her back. Once inside,
she found a towel and showed him into the guest
bathroom. Eva could feel the heat of her flush
creeping up her neck. and the tingling of her nipples
as they swelled slightly. It was decision time.
Holding the towel out between them, Eva looked first
at the sizable bulge in Hector's briefs and then at
his large brown eyes. She could feel her robe sagging
open but made no effort to pull it shut. Hector
looked like a rabbit caught by a spotlight frozen in
anticipation.
"Hector," Eva's voice held a ring of command. "Hector
drop your underwear. We need to make sure that the
gasoline didn't soak through your pants."
Hector complied without making a sound. Eva's
nostrils flared as she watched Hector straighten. He
stood like a boxer feet spread apart, shoulders back,
head erect. His head wasn't the only thing erect, Eva
noticed. Hector's cock was swelling rapidly, a nice
firm six inches or so topped by a plum colored knob.
He looked at her expectantly, waiting for the older
woman to take the lead.
Eva slowly drew her robe open, revealing herself to
Hector's wide eyes.
"Hector. I'm going to suck your cock. I'm not going
to let you fuck me. This time. If you can follow my
instructions and promise never, ever to tell anyone
else about this, I think that we can make a mutually
beneficial arrangement."
Without waiting for him to move or comment, Eva knelt
in front of Hector. Looking up into his face, she
placed her hands on his thighs. Without breaking eye
contact, she leaned forward and deeply kissed the tip
of his cock, sucking his knob into her mouth.
Swirling her tongue around his salty tasting cock
head, Eva saw Hector close his eyes and bite his lip.
Satisfied that she was having a positive effect on
her yard boy, Eva cradled his balls in her hands,
guiding his stiff rod into her mouth. She placed her
finger underneath his scrotum, lightly massaging the
sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole.
Hector's knees buckled slightly, he leaned against
the hallway wall for support. Eva bobbed her head,
swallowing more and more of his cock each time.
She could taste the salty pre-cum on his cock head.
Pulling her head off his straining cock, she looked
up at his face. Hector's head was thrown back, his
eyes screwed shut in incredible pleasure. Maintaining
her pressure by slowly stroking his spitslicked cock,
Eva ran her hand over his tight ass. Pulling him
closer to her, she ran her tongue along the bottom of
his balls. Sucking one of his balls into her mouth
she swirled her tongue around it, making Hector moan
with pleasure.
"I want you to cum on my tits."
"Mmmm."
"Jets of salty cum on my tits." "Unngh"
Before Hector could finish his inarticulate moan, Eva
sank her head onto his cock. She felt the meaty knob
of his cock fill her mouth and throat. Sucking hard
as she pulled away, Eva knew that he was going to
explode soon. Slipping her hand underneath his balls,
she tickled his sensitive asshole. Pulling her mouth
away at the last second, she directed his spurting
cock at her pale breasts.
"Yessss. Cum for me baby."
Hector's legs shook from the strain of cumming and
standing. The milky white jets erupted over her
throat, coating her tits in his seed. Her hand milked
his slick, hard cock. His hips jerked and strained,
thrusting his cock towards her tight grasp. Eva
stretched out her tongue and tasted the last drop of
his jism. It's salty taste was like a Beaujolais
Nouveau, strong and jarring.
Sated for the moment, Eva stood. Hector's cum slid
between her tits and dripped from her nipples. She
absently caressed her swollen pussy, rubbing his cum
around her belly like lotion. Hector remained
slouched against the wall struggling to catch his
breath.
"Remember. You can tell no one about this. If anyone
does hear about our little afternoon, I'll call the
police and have you locked up for rape. Do you
understand me?" Hector nodded. "Good. Now next week,
when you come back to paint the shed, you need to
bring some rubbers."
With the mention of their next meeting, Hector
realized that he wasn't going to go to jail. Indeed,
he was being invited back! He struggled into a more
dignified sitting position but his cock was still
leaking cum on his thighs. Hector looked at Eva,
astonished at her raw beauty and sensuality. Even
with thick, white rivulets of his cum seeping across
her belly he wanted her. In fact, he wanted her more
now than he had ever imagined. He knew then that he'd
agree to anything that offered the remotest chance of
being with her like this again.
Eva bent over and picked her robe off the floor.
Shrugging it on, she gestured toward Hector's pants,
folded forgotten across the back of a chair. "Go on.
Just remember what I've said. I'll see you on
Wednesday."
Without another word, she went into the bathroom to
shower. Hector left the same way. Without a word.
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