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London Days 8 � Libby

By Romany

(M/F, cheating wife)

It was the start of the week immediately following my brief
encounter with the beautiful South African girl Irene de Klerk
and her strange Dutch cousin Sonja van Koten. I was feeling more
than a little smug that I had had sex with both of them. The
predatory Sonja was not someone I ordinarily would boast about
having had a sexual encounter with; except for the fact it took
place in the lavatory of the flat where a party was going on when
I met she and Irene. Given the surprise and location of the
encounter it is certainly an amusing memory and anecdote for some
late night boozy confession of the future. The night spent with
the luscious but somewhat ditzy Irene was altogether more of a
standard one night stand, if there is such a thing. Irene had
returned to South Africa the day after we had our night of
passion and I can only assume that Sonja, her cousin and supposed
minder, had gone home to Holland. I was not working for the first
part of what was a slow week. Given that I was renting a room in
a flat from my boss Clive, who owned the house I shared with
flatmates Mark and Evelyn, it was odds on that I would get
sufficient work soon to cover my rent at least. If nothing else,
Clive was shrewd enough to see he was paid rent, even if he was
providing the work to pay the rent. It was about ten o�clock on
Tuesday morning and I was sitting in a bathrobe munching toast
when I heard a knock at the door. I pulled the robe around myself
and padded along the hall to the door and opened it to find a
very attractive middle age woman standing on the doorstep. She
had an air of confidence about her as she studied my robed figure
and a broad smile came over her face.

�Expecting someone, are we?� she said with a sly look on her
face.

�Late breakfast,� I blurted and pulled the robe tighter around my
naked body.

I was somewhat embarrassed and she knew it.

�Perhaps that some one is already here,� she said peering past my
shoulder into the hallway.

�Cheeky cow� I thought, picking up on the English vernacular.

�I should be so lucky,� I muttered somewhat ruefully; and there
followed an awkward pause.

In truth I had been recently lucky with the memory of Irene less
than 48 hours old.

�I�m Libby,� she said and looked at me expectantly.

I stared blankly at her.

�Libby, Clive�s wife; Clive, your boss�the landlord,� she
explained.

�Oh, sorry,� I stammered. �I had no idea.�

She looked at me as if I was playing dumb; that I well knew who
she was. I must admit I now recall I had caught a fleeting
glimpse of her in the office one day but only from the rear. And
the tension in the office was peculiar and I had found out from
Dave the dispatcher, after she left, that the boss�s wife was a
bit of a haughty bitch. Apparently she had appeared to
remonstrate with Clive over some domestic issue and decided to
stick around and meddle in the day�s duties; much to Dave and
Clive�s chagrin. Arriving just before she left was as close as I
ever got to meet her.

�Yes, well�� she started skeptically. �I need some water, oh�and
a bucket if you have one�of course you do. You clean the vans
here don�t you,� she said in such a way that I could not possibly
disagree.

Without waiting for me to answer she made to push her way in and
I moved aside and let her walk into the house. As she walked past
I got a hint of her perfume and once she passed me I studied her
from behind as she walked towards the living room. She was very
presentable given her age. Tall with a very nice figure. Not slim
but that mature bloom of a woman who obviously had had kids. Her
hair was reddish and obviously tinged with color; and she had
firm breasts and I had caught the top of a black bra under the
blue denim shirt she wore, when she had faced me. She wore a pair
of faded jeans tucked into a pair of brown suede mid-calf boots.
Her butt was a little broad but still delicious considered in the
entire package. I knew her face was attractive, with little
makeup, having gazed at her facing me on the doorstep moments
earlier. She strode into the living room and spotted my cup of
coffee and half eaten breakfast and turned and looked at me
coming into the room.

�Is the kettle hot?� she asked and then as if regarding me for
the first time she paused and looked me up and down.

�I don�t recall you,� she said as an afterthought. �Have we met
before?�

�Ah, not really. You were in the office one day. You left shortly
after I arrived,� I answered.

�You�re American,� she said with a look of subtle pity. �I would
have remembered an American,� she said and her green eyes bored
into mine though I detected a slight twinkle in them as she
spoke.

�That�s right�� I started and she interrupted.

�How�s that kettle? I could go a cup of tea. Got any Earl Grey�
not bags, but from a packet for the teapot?� she said somewhat
impatiently.

She was starting to piss me off with her bossy demeanor.

�Sure, I�ll put it on the gas,� I said a little curtly.

I walked passed her and she stared at me with a peculiar grin on
her face. �You bitch� I thought. �You�re enjoying being the
boss�s wife.� I lit the gas and put the kettle over it and
rustled around in the cupboard. There was some herbal tea and a
packet of Earl Grey tea bags.

�We only have Earl Gray tea bags,� I called a little sullenly.

�Oh well, that will have to do,� she said somewhat iterated at my
answer and I jumped realizing she had silently followed me and
was now standing in the doorway, inches from me in front of the
cooker.

She grinned at my reaction.

�Do I make you nervous�?� and she tailed off and raised her
eyebrows, realizing she didn�t know my name.

�Steve,� I said realizing the question in her eyes.

�Steve? Stephen with a �P� or a Steven with a �V�,� she asked.

�With a �P��� I answered.

�Ah, well hello Steve, or Stephen with a �P�. I�m Libby�the
bosses wife�I�m sure you�ve heard about me,� she smiled and held
out her hand for me to shake. �And I�m sure what the grubby men
who work for Clive say about me is all true,� she chuckled as we
shook hands.

***

Having made her a cup of tea I sat back at the table and she
seemed to relax and started quizzing me about where I came from,
how long I had been in the UK and what my plans were for the
immediate future. I relaxed as a consequence of her climbing down
from her superior attitude and soon we were discussing England,
the UK in general, America and why we were uncouth, and the world
in general. There were one or two oblique references with raised
inquiring eyebrows, to my love life since being in the UK; and an
inference that I was probably getting plenty - �a good looking
young man like you� as she put it rather patronizingly. I always
felt that�s a shitty comment for anyone to make because if you
are, you can�t exactly brag and if you�re not then it just
reinforces the drought on basic sex. I mumbled something neutral
that neither confirmed nor denied and she smiled watching me
squirm a little.

�Oh don�t be so modest,� she chuckled. �Everybody�s out to get
some oats�nothing wrong with it,� she said.

She drained her cup and looked around the room and then back at
me.

�Now�a bucket,� she said, reminding me of her question on the
doorstep. �I need cold clean water.�

I looked at her quizzically. It had seemed an odd request when
she first asked for it. She read my confusion over her needing a
bucket of water.

�In the room upstairs�there�s a large dresser against the wall.
I�m refurbishing it�stripping off the varnish,� she started. �I
need clean water to wash the residue of the stripper away to
clean the wood.�

I nodded my understanding. I had lived in that room and recalled
Clive mentioning derisively, something about the wooden
monstrosity his wife was trying to restore. Clive wasn�t wrong.
It was hideous and looked worse as it wasn�t properly stripped.
Apparently Libby had some thought it would be worth a lot of
money with new stain and lacquer.

�Oh, right,� I said and stood and walked out to the bathroom
where I kept a bucket for washing the vans.

I filled it with cold water and returned to the living room and
handed it to Libby.

�You�re a sweetie,� she gushed and took the bucket.
Her hand overlapped mine in what I saw was a deliberate act and
she looked me in the eyes and licked her lips.

�I might need to come back for a refill,� she said with a hint of
double entendre in her voice, pressuring my hand with hers.

She stared at me knowingly and took the bucket with a grin, and
whirled and walked out of the room and along the hall to the
door. She paused and turned, and satisfied I had been staring at
her retreating ass she grinned and let herself out. I heard her
walking up the stairs in the adjacent part of the house, as she
went up to the top room. The stairs had their own entrance from
the outside, as the house was originally partitioned as two
flats. Clive used the empty rooms for storage and one small room
half way up the stairs had a desk and phones in. He advertised
his services under a budget name and this way his cut price
service caught the trade that was deterred by his more expensive
service; all the while using the same vans and drivers.
Occasionally he had Annette, one of the driver s partners,
looking after the phones Friday�s and Saturday mornings when they
seemed to be the busiest. I�d dropped by on Annette a couple of
times and chatted when I was using the upstairs room. She was in
her mid-thirties and somewhat worse for wear. By her own
admission she was a burned out hippy. She was nice though and I
enjoyed chatting to her. Being Tuesday, she wasn�t in today.

I cleared my plate and cup and Libby�s cup and went to the sink
and began to wash those and some dishes Evelyn and Mark had left
when they had breakfast earlier that day. I liked them both. They
were easy going Kiwis, or New Zealanders, and we got on well. I
finished up and decided to have a quick bath. There was no shower
and often the water would run cold if all three of us decided to
bathe before work or going out of a night. This way I could run
off as much as I liked and enjoy it uninterrupted. The water
would be hot for when Mark and Evelyn came home if they wanted to
bathe. I was lying in the bath recalling the urgent blow job I
had received from Dutch Sonja; and the frantic rutting with South
African Irene, who turned out to be my only virgin conquest to
date. The rest of the parade of conquests I had had since being
in London drifted through my mind; the Dutch boy Pietr, Indian
Heera, Danish Lisbeth�and so it went�and my hand was now loosely
fondling my cock as I lay in a languid doze in the warm
bathwater. I never heard the front door open or the steps along
the hall. The first I knew anyone was in the flat with me was the
sliding door to the tiny bathroom being opened and Libby standing
in the doorway with a look of surprise on her face. She startled
me and I froze; and almost as if in slow motion, as the look of
surprise changed to an obscene leer, she stooped in towards the
side of the bath and reached for my erection nestled loosely in
my hand. Jutting above the fist I made around it. There was no
subtlety about her and she brushed my hand off and quickly
gripped me and jacked it; holding me much firmer than my own hand
had done.

�Oh you naught boy,� she breathed huskily. �I smacked our Eric
when I caught him having a wank,� she said looking at me with
mock disapproval.

�Eric?� I heard my garbled voice say; still in shock at the
swiftness of her assault.

�My ten year old,� she said and without any compunction, she
licked her lips and leaned over the bath and took me into her
mouth.

Libby was damned good at giving head. It must have been a little
awkward with her breasts flattened against the side of the bath
as she squatted and leaned over me with the hand and mouth in
concert. It was delicious and soon I�d raised a wet hand to
lightly hold the back of her head. This movement caused her to
draw back and rub my cock against her cheek as she looked at me
almost deliriously with a grin on her face.

�Mind you Eric never got this sort of treatment,� she gurgled
happily, before going down on me again.

She never paused as she worked my cock steadily with loud slurps
and sucks and she hummed her enjoyment in her throat and nose as
she worked me to a shuddering climax. I grasped her head with
both hands and let rip into her mouth. She was a pro and clung
valiantly to my cock and drank all that I could spew forth as I
lifted my butt off the bath bottom and emptied my balls into her.
As I flopped back in the bath she licked my studiously and
occasionally turned and grinned at me and then posed with her
mouth half open and my cock touching her lips; the ultimate act
of a teasing coquetry. I stifled a laugh of delighted disbelief
and approval and she grinned.

�Did you like that Stephen?� she said with a grin.

�Very nice,� I gasped. �Very, VERY, nice,� I confirmed.

�Nice�nice?� she asked in a tone of mock indignation. �I hope it
was better than nice,� she said disapproving of my answer.

�It was better than nice,� I gasped as she cupped my balls and
squeezed just firmly enough to imply I might want to be more
fulsome in my praise.

�That�s better,� she crooned. �Nice is vanilla. Now that should
have been what we could describe as deliciously fruity,� she
suggested looking at me as she rubbed my cock around her face
once more.

�Deliciously fruity fits,� I laughed. �Erotically deliciously
fruity,� I elaborated.

�Ah�eroticism�� she sighed considering the word. �Perhaps not
totally erotic,� she began. �But perhaps if I had of slipped a
finger or two into your arse�well that might have been erotic.
The old prostate massage as practiced by the ancient Geisha�s of
Japan�or the boss�s wife,� she chuckled and almost leered at me.

Christ. She was right. The boss� wife. Yet it didn�t seem to
bother her who she was with respect to me and what just took
place; nor mentioning it. Fucking one of her husband�s employees
certainly didn�t hold any qualms for her.

�But not that time,� she said. �That was just good old fashioned
blow job�more than nice�but simple and skillful in execution,�
she grinned, congratulating herself.

�Agreed,� I chuckled.

She rubbed my foreskin up and down in several vigorous jerks and
studied her work.

�He�s still very hard,� she said pretending to be coy, as she
looked up at me. �He�s very big as well,� she added with a slight
hint of seriousness in her voice. �I want him,� she said simply
and looked at me.

I gazed at my frame in the small bath tub and a look of concern
must have come over my face as I contemplated the two of us
trying to fuck in the bath. She burst out laughing.

�Not in here silly,� she said with her crisp English accent.
�Fuck me in a bed like real people do,� she laughed and stood
pulling at my cock.

I reacted swiftly to the yank on my cock and scrambled to a
crouching position causing her to let me go and I stepped out of
the bath and grabbed for my towel draped over the wash stand.
Libby had already turned and stepping over the bucket she must
have placed at the door, she started back into the living room
and along the hall to the bedrooms. I could see she was
unbuttoning her shirt and she ripped it out from being tucked
into her jeans. I quickly rubbed my wet body with the towel and
sped after her, my cock waving around in front of me as I rushed
after her; like a little boy following the ice cream man. By the
time I got down the hall she was looking between the two bedroom
doors in frustration, a question in he eyes as to which room was
mine. Her shirt was over one arm and her black bra had been
released so her breasts hunk free yet loosely covered by the
cups.

�The end one,� I gasped as I rushed up to her and she opened the
door as I loomed up against her back as she went into the room.

My bed was unmade from last nights sleep and she stopped and took
in the sight of two single beds and a simple night stand between
them. The bed I didn�t sleep in had a back pack and various
clothing items strewn over it and I saw her face cloud
disapprovingly at the untidy bed. I couldn�t care less what she
might be thinking about my tidiness, or lack of it, but instead I
reached around and cupped her breasts and squeezed them. They
were heavy and not entirely firm yet they felt like satin to my
touch. If she had any thoughts of remonstrating with me over the
condition of my room it vanished as she felt me tweak and twist
her nipples and she twisted her head around so we could kiss. Her
mouth was loose and sloppy and I knew she was incredibly aroused.
I dropped one hand to the crotch of her jeans and groped her
pubis and firm plump sex inside the denim. She groaned and moaned
and we broke the kiss as I twisted her and pushed her backwards
and she fell across the unmade bed. I grappled with her belt and
jeans waist button and soon I was standing straddling her legs
hanging off the bed as I coaxed the jeans and her black panties
from her hips and thighs; discarding the boots caught in the
jeans as they came off her feet. I caught a glimpse of her
reddened sex and the sight of a small shock of trimmed brown
pubic hair. She was watching my reaction to her naked crotch and
when the jeans came clear she widened her knees and lay back and
studied me staring at her large fleshy labia and pubis; with the
slight pot tummy from having had children. She was certainly no
anorexic model yet her fuller waist and pubis seemed to make her
cunt look absolutely delicious. Framed by the crease of her upper
groin as she lay with her feet suspended in the air and her knees
splayed open. She was offering herself to me. I had dropped the
towel in the hallway and I was already naked. As I deliberately
lowered myself between her thighs she struggled to lift her
shoulders to release her shirt and the open bra. She accomplished
this feat just as my tongue slid between her labia and she
groaned �oh God�yes�yes�eat me�eat me�eat me out good.�

I ate her out. Crouching at the side of the bed I worked her sex
over with my mouth and soon when she was writhing in delight,
with her hands clamping my face into her crotch, I slid two
fingers into her. She was loose and very wet with arousal. I
wondered just how permanently a woman�s vagina is affected by
having children. Libby felt tightest at the labia opening but she
was cavernous inside as I twisted and swiveled my fingertips over
the velvety feeling of her vagina. I got my third finger in with
only the thumb and pinkie left outside. She was groaning
constantly and making small mewling noises and mumbling
unintelligibly as I worked her with my hand and sucked and
nibbled her clitoris. She didn�t last long before I felt her
jerking her hips to meet me and she came with a long groan and
sigh of satisfaction; ramming my head into her crotch as she
twisted her sex around my face. I nipped her clitoris between my
teeth and she gasped in discomfort and then let out a
semi-hysterical laugh and humped my face. One hand had
disappeared from my head and I raised my eyes briefly and saw she
was manipulating one breast, squeezing and working it; her eyes
shut in ecstasy. I moved my free hand to her unattended breast
and started to emulate what her own hand was doing with the other
one; feeling how hard her large nipple was. She hissed and gasped
between clenched teeth and I felt the contraction of a second
orgasm causing her to shudder and tremble. If the blow job in the
bath was �more than nice� this was highly erotic and absolutely
fantastic. To feel the velvety heat insides and know I had
brought about this reaction in her was incredibly stimulating and
my cock was hard between my legs as I squatted between hers, now
draped over the side of the bed as her strength to hold them up
had waned with the orgasms.

As she panted to gain control of her breathing as the second
orgasm began to ebb, I raised myself up and quickly moved my cock
up towards my hand with the fingers in her cunt. With a quick
change, I buried my cock into the hilt in one shove as soon as I
had pulled my soaking fingers out. I bedded in balls deep and she
grunted in appreciation at what was about to happen and I lifted
her legs over my upper arms and braced my hands on the bed beside
her and began fucking like a crazy man. She wrapped her legs
around my middle and as I hovered over her, our faces close
together; each watching the other as I fucked her as if my life
depended on it. She was smiling in a sort of goofy way and
studying my face as I grimaced and grunted and I slammed into her
again and again and finally lost it. The whole fuck lasted maybe
only three or four minutes but it blew my mind and I spewed forth
into her furnace as I gasped and groaned and dropped my head to
her shoulder as I felt my strength rapidly subside; as the
ejaculation drained me of the will to continue humping against
her. She chuckled under her breath and put her arms around my
shoulders and pulled me against her. We had a brief languid kiss
and then she cradled my head and I passed out; still embedded
inside of her.

***

We had somehow gotten ourselves lying along the bed in our post
orgasmic stupor and I awoke and realized she was lying in the
crook of my arm. This was the age old post coital position that
millions of lovers found themselves in. It didn�t last long as
soon as Libby returned from her sex induced doze; she quickly
disengaged herself from me as if I was somehow unclean. I glanced
at her, somewhat chastened by her need to move out of this close
proximity and she saw my face cloud in disappointment.

�Nothing personal,� she said quietly. �This isn�t an affair�no
need for romantic niceties,� she said quickly and looked away,
lying on her back.

I rolled back and placed an arm behind my head and looked at the
ceiling. There was a faint brown stain; a watermark from some old
leak that the white paint on the plaster could not completely
cover. I focused on that and wondered what she was thinking. I
sensed her turn her head to look at me and I felt her eyes
studying my face.

�Regrets?� she asked simply.

I turned to look at her and frowned.

�No regrets�not after that,� I said with a slight chuckle. �That
was definitely more than nice.�

�Yes,� she said simply. �It�s just that�well I thought
that�maybe�� and she tailed off.

�What?� I said wondering what she meant.

�Well�screwing the boss�s wife; and an old boot at that,� she
said in mock derision; referring to herself in third person.

�You�re anything but an old boot,� I laughed. �Far from it,� then
paused. �But you are the boss�s wife and that does have a bearing
on things,� I said looking at her.

�Oh don�t worry about that,� she said lightly. �You�re not the
first I�ve been with in my life with Clive. Far from it,� she
added and turned and gazed at the ceiling as I had been. �And
he�s not the faithful husband either,� she said as an
afterthought.

She rolled her head to look at me again.

�Does that shock you? That I can candidly have sex knowing I�m
cheating on him?� she asked narrowing her eyes.

�No�no not really. Infidelity is everywhere,� I said lamely.

To be honest I�d never really thought about it. People got into
relationships including marriage. Relationships falter for a
number of reasons. Infidelity is just one reason.

�Infidelity,� she snorted. �There�s a word to conjure up negative
vibes,� she said staring at me. �Is that what you think of this?
A simple case of marital infidelity�?�

I stared back at here.

�I don�t know. I guess there are many shades and colors, and
twists and turns in a marriage�or relationship,� I started. �I
don�t really know what to make of it,� I concluded.

�You�re not very deep are you Stephen?� she said a little
sardonically. �A good hard fuck and don�t question the motives,�
she said a little sarcastically.

�Well what would you call it then?� I retorted. �You said it
wasn�t an affair so no romance�no feelings tugging at the
heartstrings,� I said mimicking her comment of earlier when she
pulled away from me.

She softened her look and touched my arm with her hand.

�I�m sorry,� she said softly. �I�m being a bitch. Defense
mechanism to suppress the guilt,� she added.

I looked at her and smiled.

�No worries,� I said. �It is what it is�I�m not judging.�

We fell silent.

�Do you have any dope?� she asked suddenly. �I feel like a hit of
something�hash, grass��

�I believe I have a small block of hash somewhere,� I said and
sat up and rolled over her to look in the nightstand drawer.

She gasped at my weight over her upper body and she lay
supporting my weight as I found the small scrap of foil with the
worn piece of hash block inside. I got off the bed and walked to
the spare bed and found a near empty packet of Marlboro I kept
especially for breaking up to mix the tobacco with the crumbled
hashish. Something I had been taught since being here in London.
I took out the Rizzla�s cigarette papers and quickly made a three
skin joint; heating the resin with a match and crumbling it into
the tobacco spread inside the skins. I rolled it tightly closed
and licked the papers to seal the joint. I made a round tube as a
tip and poked it into the papers at one end and lit up. We smoked
the joint and made small talk. She confessed she had had numerous
lovers since their children went to an expensive boarding school.
She and Clive had been married for seventeen years but her
oldest, Eric, was only ten with their daughter Phoebe at seven. I
queried the private boarding school and she admitted having the
kids away each school term gave her a chance to roam her social
clique and she soon had her first affair with the husband of an
acquaintance she met at a small repertory group. She didn�t
elaborate but she warned me not to get emotionally entangled
unless your current relationship was doomed. She skated over any
details of the affairs she referred to, emphasizing she had only
started being promiscuous about twenty months earlier and
confessed that �Erica Jong had it right with the zipless fuck�. I
frowned at her remark and she proceeded to give me a quick book
report on Erica Jong�s �Fear of Flying�*. I vaguely knew of the
book but had never read it. But the essence of her philosophy was
that she was avoiding extramarital emotional relationships in
favor of no strings pseudo-anonymous sex. Hence she was following
the mantra of Jong�s �zipless fuck�.

�And this is a zipless fuck?� I said with a grin, taking the
nearly finished joint from her.

�You�ve got it right there,� she said firmly. �When I go out that
door this afternoon, I don�t come back; and for your part, this
never happened�well not as you need to shout out loud about
it�which I�m sure you will do when you get back home to America.
But by that time I will have consigned you to the distant past,
littered with drooping erections, numerous greasy crotches and
wide eyed looks of ecstasy. At which time you will morph into an
unrecognizable faceless blob with a big cock,� she said in a
lofty soliloquy and took the joint from me and quickly positioned
it so as to get one last drag of the narcotic.

I was feeling rather good and I felt the hash slowly kicking in.
She looked down at my flaccid cock lying against my thigh.

�You have got a big cock by the way�very nicely hung,� she said
candidly.

�Thank you,� I said in mock appreciation.

�Don�t let it go to your head,� she cautioned and she turned and
stubbed the dieing roach in the tin lid I used as an ashtray.

I wasn�t a smoker so I made do with what I had when ever I felt
like a joint. I had to be careful as Mark and Evelyn were
straight and I never smoked dope when they were around.

�Now, speaking of head,� she said with a grin, �let�s get this
working again. I quite liked it last time,� she said and leaned
over me and took my cock in her hand and began working it.

�Quite liked,� I said in mock indignation. �Only quite liked�?�

�Shut up you cock proud egotist,� she muttered and I felt her
mouth go over the head of my rapidly hardening cock.

I looked at my watch. It was just gone eleven o�clock. She had
talked about when she would leave this afternoon. Well she was
here for another hour at least. That was a good start.

***

As she gave me another joyous blow job the phone started to ring.
I stiffened. It would be Clive calling to say a job had come up
and could I catch the tube to the base. I lay half raised on one
elbow fondling Libby�s closest breast as she worked me over.

�I think that might be Clive,� I whispered breathlessly.

�Sod him,� she muttered as she paused in her sucking and went
back to work.

I lay back and took my hand and slipped it between her buttocks
from the rear as she crouched on her knees facing down my body;
as she sucked and jacked me.

I slid the fingers between her labia and she squirmed and groaned
her appreciation as I let a finger skidded down under her to her
clitoris. It didn�t last long like this. She growled �oh Christ
fuck me� and swiveled over me, straddling me briefly before
raising her butt and guiding my cock up inside her as she lowered
herself onto me; sighing �oh fuck yes� as she impaled herself.
The phone had stopped ringing. She let her head hang forward and
for the next seven or eight minutes, she rose and fell as she
fucked for the two of us. Never once looking at me but gazing in
a dope fueled stare at a spot to my side on the bed; as her head
lolled while she was clearly building herself to another orgasm.
I could be that faceless blob with the big cock she had referred
to earlier. Her zipless fuck. She did it for both of us. In those
few minutes I watched Libby bring herself off in vaginal orgasm.
Not once did I touch her clitoris or did she touch her self. Her
hands were pressed against my lower abdomen and all I did was lie
back and let her use my hardness deep up in her. I did worked her
breasts and nipples and once she did lift her gaze an smile in
appreciation and mumbled �that�s good�a little harder� and she
looked back at the spot and proceeded to work herself for a few
minutes more before crying out and cumming in short spasms;
almost like mini seizures as her orgasm ripped through her again.
Her head got lower and lower until her forehead rested on my
chest. I was till as hard as rock and excited as hell at the
sight of her cumming; bringing herself off so intensely by using
my hardness. She slowly struggled off me and allowed herself to
fall face first on the bed beside me. We were totally covering
the single bed. I recognized her need to distance herself from as
she had done before. No cuddling; no embrace or anything that
could be construed as togetherness or romanticism. �Fuck you
lady� I thought as I turned myself towards her and dragged her
back towards the middle of the single bed as I stepped onto the
floor. I went to the end of the bed and got up behind her on my
knees, straddling her thighs. I lifted her hips and at first she
struggled to resist.

�Up you come,� I said breathing hard. �You�re not finished yet.�

I pushed and lightly bullied her into a semi kneeling position
and looked hungrily at the thick labia between her inner thighs;
her brown anal pucker stark and exposed between her ample
buttocks. I straddled her legs behind her knees on the bed and
pushed my cock towards the sex lips pushed together by her
thighs. I moved a hand between her thighs and she involuntarily
parted her knees. I saw the dilating vaginal open as she released
the pressure from her thighs on her sex and I shoved hard and
deep; into the hilt with my balls sloping the top of her sex lips
as she bent with her face on the pillow. She gasped and grunted
in discomfort at the violent unheralded intrusion, even if she
was expecting me to penetrate her from behind. She lifted her
head and looked goofily around as if she was waking from a dream
and I rutted her hard again. The look of puzzlement brought on by
the hash and the intensity of her orgasm slowly disappeared and a
look of realization of what was happening now came over her face
and she smiled in approval. She never turned her head back far
enough to make eye contact but I could see in her face she was
totally aware of what was to come. She turned her head back and
lowered her face to the pillow, embracing it with her arms as if
cuddling it.

�This is my zipless fuck,� aI said under my breath and fucked her
roughly as I poled as deep as I could; holding her hips for
leverage.

Eventually my hands strayed up under her and I grasped her
pendulous breasts hanging down against the bed, and worked and
groped them; tweaking the large erect nipples so she gasped in
discomfort as I pinched them. She gasped and grunted as I shoved
her deeply, yet in a slow controlled way that she had time to
anticipate the in-stroke and I grinned in smug satisfaction
noting her fingers curl into the pillow; in anticipation of my
cock hitting her cervix on the hard shove. I fucked her steadily
and soon I felt the cum start to rise and boil inside my lower
abdomen and I slid my hands under her armpits and curled my
fingers up over her shoulders; and holding her hard back against
me I fucked her faster and more violently as I finally cried out
and emptied myself inside her for a second time that morning. As
I gasped and hunched over her back, allowing the last feeble
spurts of cum to squeeze from my balls and cock, I glanced at my
watch. It was just gone eleven forty-five. She would be going
soon.

***

Libby climbed of f the bed and without looking at me, she
disappeared down the hall, I presume to the bathroom. She stooped
briefly to gather up her panties and after about ten minutes she
appeared in the bedroom and started to retrieve her clothes and
dressed herself; all the while avoiding eye contact with me as I
lay naked on the bed. When she was nearly fully dressed, she
glanced at me.

�I won�t be needing any more water today,� she said casually.
�I�ve done as much as I have time for,� and then she stopped as
if realizing what she had said; more about the time lost to sex
than actually the task she had come here for.

I lay watching her and said nothing. She sat on the edge of the
bed and I watched as she wrapped her jeans legs as she slid the
expensive leather boots up over them and made then snug on her
feet and calves. Finally she was finished and she stood and
finally turned to look at me.

�Well I�d best be of,� she said and her eyes flicked to my face
and I could tell she was not finding the exit that easy.

�Thanks for coming,� I said.

She raised her eyebrows obviously taking the word coming as
�cumming�. A faint scowl flashed over her face as she decided I
was being impertinent and she then seemed to compose herself and
the haughty demeanor of wearier in the morning returned.

�I won�t be back this way for awhile,� she said firmly.

�No worries,� I replied.

�You speak like an Australian,� she said with a derisive snort.

�I�ve learned a few new phrases since being in London,� I said
casually.

�Yes�of course you have,� she said almost patronizingly. �Well
I�d best be off,� she said finally.

�I take it I don�t give your regards to Clive,� I said snidely.

Her face clouded over and then she realized I was teasing her and
it softened; and then she looked serious.

�Actually if he does ask, I was here and you gave me water�and I
left about�twelve thirty,� she said rolling her wrist to look at
her watch.

It was twelve thirty.

�Will do,� I answered acknowledging her alibi.

�Well, like I said�I won�t be back for awhile,� she repeated. �So
be good�and be cool, if you know what I mean?� she concluded.

�I go back to the US in December,� I said with a grin, giving her
the time frame she needed to avoid seeing me here again. �It�ll
be safer nearer Christmas.�

She blushed knowing I knew she wanted to avoid me and then nodded
thoughtfully and turned and left the room. I soon heard the front
door close and she was gone. I lay there a few minutes smugly
reflecting on the morning�s events and then crawled out of bed
and went to the bathroom. The bucket sat in the doorway where
Libby had left it so I placed it in the bathroom and noted the
bath was still full of water from my earlier bathing. I felt it
and it was cold. I drained most of it and refilled it with hot
water and bathed the sex secretions and odors from my body. The
phone rang after I�d been soaking for about fifteen minutes and I
trooped along the hall to answer it. It was Clive. I got a brief
earful about not answering the phone earlier and he took delight
in telling me that because I didn�t come to the phone I�d missed
out on my first job of the week. He softened quickly and
proceeded to tell me that they had me booked to drive a small van
doing deliveries for Army and Navy Stores the next day; all day.
I thanked him and hung up and went back to my room. Regarding the
disheveled mess that was my bed I closed my eyes and stood and
took in the subtle smell of sex that still permeated the bedding.
I grinned recalling the great sex I had had with Libby.

�Sod you Clive,� I said quietly� �And fuck your wife�thanks very
much.�

The End

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* �Fear of Flying� by Erica Jong (1973) See
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