by Emma Patrick
She gazed suspiciously at him. "You've got to be joking. You are joking, aren't you?"
"No!" he snapped defensively. "Why would you think a thing like that? What's the matter? Don't you want to go out with me?"
She snapped back at him. "Don't give me that bullshit. It's been years since you've mentioned dancing. All you ever want to do is fish and hunt. What am I supposed to think?"
"Come on. honey." he whined. "Don't be like that. I know I've been neglecting you lately. I'm just trying to make up for it a little bit. Besides, the boss gave me a bunch of free drink coupons for the bar and he'll get mad if he finds out I didn't use them."
It figured, she thought, casting Daryl a dirty look. He'd never have thought something like that up on his own. Aloud she said. "Oh all right. At least it beats staying home and watching some old movie on television. I wonder what I should wear."
"How about that nice little pink dress you wore the last time we went out?"
"Swell. That was four years ago. I gave the damn thing to the Salvation Army three years ago.
I know. I'll wear my jeans and cowboy boots and my new yellow blouse."
"Cowboy boots? How long have you had cowboy boots? You can't dance in cowboy boots, can you?" he asked in surprise.
"Sure I can. Everybody does. At least everybody that goes to the Moon Room Bar does. It's a country and western bar now."
"It is? Since when?"
"Since two years ago. Check your coupons. It should tell all about the place on them."
"Oh. Well maybe we shouldn't go after all. You never cared much for country music, did you? I guess I could always tell the boss I got another toothache."
She put on her sweetest smile. "Of course we should go. You need the relaxation. I'm sure your boss gave you those coupons because he knows how hard you work and he felt you deserved a night out on the town."
Daryl nodded self-righteously. "It's about time he started to appreciate my efforts. I'll go get ready. What do you think I should wear?"
* * *
The Moon Room Bar was a good sized lounge with a nice dance floor and a relaxed, friendly atmosphere. Daryl and Fay found a table, then Daryl left to get their drinks.
Fay was watching the dancers, her fingers drumming on the table in time to the music, when a familiar voice drawled, "Well hello there, beautiful. What are you doing hanging around a wild place like this?"
She smiled up at Fender. "I might ask you the same thing. Do you come here often?"
"Uh-huh. Animal thinks he's a cowboy, and Kit likes to make it with cowboys."
"She does? I thought she liked bikers." Fender chuckled. "Kit isn't prejudiced. She likes everybody. Men, women, weirdos... we're in that big booth in the back of the room. Want to join us? You can do just about anything you want back there and nobody will even notice."
"My husband will. He's the one who brought me. His boss gave him some free drink coupons and he felt obligated to use them. That's the only reason we're here. If it was up to him we'd be home watching television."
"Well as long as you are hereódidn't you say your husband likes to fish?" Fender asked thoughtfully.
She nodded her head. "Why?"
"Because I've got an idea. Why don't you and... Daryl?"
She nodded again.
"Why don't you join us? There's plenty of room, and if we could keep your Daryl supplied with booze and keep him talking about fishing," Fender added with a mischievous grin, "who knows what you and me could get by with back in that dark corner."
Daryl came back with the drinks just then, and she introduced him to Fender. "He's an old school friend," she lied lamely, then said, "He's invited us to join him. In that booth back in the corner. You don't mind, do you, dear?"
Looking the booth and it's two occupants overóespecially Animal, who looked huge even when he was sitting downóDaryl said uncertainly, "Well, I don't knowó"
"Well I do!" She grabbed her arm and propelled him over to the corner. "Sit down, dear," she ordered, pushing him into the booth. "Fender and I are just dying to talk over old times."
Smiling sweetly at Animal and Kit, she said, "Daryl is just crazy about fishing and hunting. Do any of you know anything about fishing?" Animal grinned down at them. "I know everything about fishing. Especially fly-fishing. How about it, Daryl, are you a fly-fisherman?"
It only took one drink for Daryl to become so engrossed in a discussion on fishing that he forgot all about his wife, and by the time Animal had urged a few more drinks on him, he'd forgotten everything else he ever knew. And while he talked. Fay and Fender danced. They danced until Fender just couldn't stand it any longer.
"You're just too sexy, sweetheart," Fender breathed in her ear. "My cock wants you. It wants you real bad. Does your pussy want me?"
She smiled up into his blue eyes. "Does it ever, big fella. But where are we going to do it? It's too cold to go outside in the car."
He snickered. "You're damn right it's too cold. We're not teenagers and this isn't the drive-in. We'll do it in the booth. Daryl won't mind."
She laughed. "You're probably right about that. He's already totally sloshed. He never could hold his liquor. But howó"
"You'll see. And I guarantee you'll love it. Come on. I've had enough dancing for a while."
Daryl was draped over the outside edge of the booth, staring blankly down into his drink. Scooting Fay all the way into the back corner. Fender told Animal, "Keep our friend busy. Me and Fay have some serious fucking to do."
Fender gave Fay's lips a kiss. Then he kissed her cheeks and her forehead and her eyelids. When he moved down to her throat and shoulders she started to lie down.
"Uh-uh, sweetheart." he said as he lifted her blouse to expose her tits. "We're going to do it sitting up." He wrapped his hands around her tits and rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. "You're so sexy. Lean back a little. I want to suck on your tits.
He drew her toward him until he could lock his mouth over a nipple. She moaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders. She was lost in an erotic dream, where the only thing that mattered was the marvelous feeling building deep inside her cunt.
He gave her nipples a thorough sucking, then he straightened up and said, "I want you to unbutton my shirt for me."
She obediently undid the front of his shirt and peeled it away from his shoulders. She watched it slip down onto the seat with a pleased smile.
"Now I want you to make love to my body. Start at my neck and work your way down to my belt."
"If you insist," she said with a pleased giggle, and she began planting wet little kisses all over his hairy chest and arms. She wove her fingers through the hairs on his chest, and tickled his nipples with her teeth, and licked her way all around her rib cage. When she reached his waist she had to scoot her knees back and stick her ass in the air in order to do justice to the sensitive flesh around his bellybutton. Kit slipped a hand inside her jeans and gave her ass cheeks a squeeze. She moaned and rolled her ass.
She kept working her tongue around in Fender's navel while she unfastened his pants, and when she got them open she pulled his cock out and wrapped her hands around it. Her crotch was already wet, but she could feel her panties getting wetter as she stroked his swollen manhood. It felt like steel, it was so hard, and when she licked it, it twitched so violently it very nearly jumped right out of her hand.
She sucked the tip into her mouth. He growled and tossed his head. She slid her hand down and wrapped it around his balls. He growled again, and grimaced. She could tell that he was trying to hold still, but he just couldn't keep his hips from moving.
She slowly lowered her mouth over his cock and took it all the way down into her throat, then started working it over with her tongue. And in spite of the small, cramped space she had to work in. she managed to drive him absolutely wild in no time at all.
"Jesus that was good, sweetheart." Fender groaned. "And now it's your turn. Just tell me how and where you want it."
She
said dreamily. "I don't care. Just give it to me. I'm so horny."
Kit said, "Good, because I want to eat your pussy. Spread your legs and scoot your ass up to the edge of the seat. I'm going to crawl under the table and give you a treat."
"Huh? Fay? What're you doin' back there?" The words were spoken with a distinct slur. Daryl peered drunkenly into the darkness at her and Fender.
"Just talking over old times," she replied a bit unevenly. "Why don't you go get me another drink? And get yourself another one while you're at it. You need to unwind. You've been working too hard lately."
Muttering something that faintly resembled, "Working hardógot to get a drinkó" he staggered off in search of the bar.
Kit put her hands on Fay's thighs to pry her legs farther apart, and stuck her tongue up inside Fay's dripping cunt. She licked up all of Fender's cum, then she attacked Fay's swollen clit.
Fay squealed ecstatically and tried to grind her ass. It was hopeless. She was crammed up against the table and could hardly move. She drew her knees back against her tits and closed her eyes. Finally she just couldn't stand it any longer. She reached for Fender.
"Kiss me, big man," she pleaded. "Put your tongue in my mouth and kiss me hard. Oh God.
I feel so good. Play with my nipples, too."
He leaned over her and stuffed his tongue in her mouth. Daryl came staggering back from the bar just then. Squinting at the back of the booth, he asked drunkenly, "Fay. What's goin' on back there? How come your boobs are showing? What're you doin'?"
"Really, Daryl," she moaned, as sternly as she was able under the circumstances. "What a thing to say. Oh my God! It's the lighting in the place. It makes everything look funny. Oh yes. Do it to me. Kit. That feels so fucking good! Daryl, where's my drink?"
"S'right here." He plopped the drinks down on the table and himself down on the seat. He eyed the drinks sleepily for a moment, then he downed them both in two long, thirsty gulps.
She said with a giggled, "Thank you so much. I really needed that."
He belched loudly, muttered, "Huh? What'd ya say?" and passed out on the table.
Kit was still slurping away at Fay's wet snatch. Fay was just about to beg Kit to please put something inside her cunt when Animal grabbed her and lifted her up onto his lap.
"I gotta fuck you, baby," he growled. "Is it okay? It better be. because if my cock doesn't get some of that good pussy pretty soon it's just gonna explode!"
"Oh God yes! Fuck me. Please! I'm so horny I think I'm going to die." She wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her lips over his mouth.
He lifted her ass up and stuffed his big cock inside her cunt. He fucked her Fiercely, ramming his swollen member back and forth inside her while she did her best to bounce up and down in time with his jarring thrusts. She found that by bracing her hands on the table she could raise her ass up in the air enough to grind it back down hard against his balls. She'd only done it a few times when he groaned a loud, lusty groan and his cum spilled into her wet depths.
The feel of his cock spewing its hot cum deep inside her caused the walls of her cunt to burst into waves of pure delight.
She was relaxing back against Animal's broad chest when she felt something warm tickle her clit and she realized that Kit was once again licking the cum from her snatch. She sighed a deep, contented sigh. It didn't get any better than this. Maybeó
She glanced over at her sleeping husband.
Maybe, she thought with a determination that took her by surprise, it was time she did something about that man. Something permanent.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Daryl rolled over onto his back and blinked up at the light shining above his head. "Can't you turn that thing off?" he whined. "It's hurting my eyes."
Fay said, "I will in a minute. When I'm done. Go back to sleep."
She took the rest of her clothes down out of the closet and stuffed them in her big suitcase, then she turned her attention to the dressing table. She emptied its contents into her overnight case and a small cosmetic case. Finished, she gazed sadly down at her luggage. She'd bought it new to take on her honeymoon. That was more than five years ago. and it hadn't been used since.
She glanced over at her sleeping husband. The saddest part of all this was after five years of marriage she was able to look at him like this and not feel a thing. Not one blessed thing!
She picked the suitcases up and tiptoed from the room.
Fender was waiting for her in the living room. "Did your old man say anything?" he asked.
She shook her head. "He's still too drunk." She wound her arms around Fender's neck and snuggled up against his chest. "You're sure you won't mind having me stay with you until I figure out exactly what it is that I want to do?"
"I'm sure. You can stay as long as you like. The longer the better." He grinned down at her and said, "Kit is hoping she can talk your sister out of moving. And if she can, well, who knows? Maybe we'll all end up living together. God knows there's plenty of room in that big old house."
Fay giggled. "And maybe you're biting off more than you can chew. Did you ever think of that?"
"Nope. Your sweet cunt will never be more than I can chew," he said, playfully nibbling on her ear.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Right here on the floor. I want to leave a trail of cum all the way out the door. Maybe I'll even smear some of it on that note I wrote for Daryl. Leave him a souvenir of what he's been missing all these years."
"And you said you didn't care what he thought about you leaving him," Fender teased. "It never hurts to give an asshole like that a little dig. Besides, this asshole really deserves it."
"Yes, he does, doesn't he. Well? What are you waiting for?"
He laid her down on the living room carpet and relieved her of her clothes.
"You taste so good," he breathed as he flicked his tongue over her clit.
She wrapped her legs around his head. He lifted her legs high in the air and sank his swollen cock into her cunt and she squealed with delight.
He spread himself out on top of her and nuzzled her tits. "I'm sure glad your old man is such a dumb shit. His loss is my gain, as they say."
"So am I. Two months ago I wouldn't have felt this way, but nowó" She ground her ass around in a circle. "Now," she whispered in Fender's ear, "there's nothing he could do or say that would make me stay with him. Fuck me, big man. Fuck me hard!"
Fender straightened up and began plunging his cock in and out of her cunt with long, hard strokes. She banged him back with reckless abandon. They were humping each other fiercely, groaning loudly, and thrashing about on the floor in the throes of their passion, when Daryl's confused voice interrupted them.
"Fay?" he croaked. "Whatówhat are you doing?" He appeared to he having trouble grasping what was going on down there on his living room floor.
"Fay!" he repeated, louder this time. "Whoówhat's that man doing to you?"
"He's fucking me. Daryl." she shot back sarcastically. and she ground her ass around against Fender's hairy balls. "Want to join the fun?"
"What?" Daryl collapsed into the nearest chair. "I don't understand. Who is he? Whyó"
"His name is Fender. Don't you remember? We shared a booth with him and his friends in the bar. He sure does know how to fuck."
She reached up and pulled Fender down where she could give him a lusty kiss.
Daryl was staring at her like he'd never seen her before. She east him a sugary smile.
"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" she asked cheerfully. "I can handle it. it won't be the first time I've fucked two guys at once."
"YouóFay. what are you talking about? Why are you doing this to me?" lie whined.
"Didn't you read my note?"
"What note?"
"The one I left on the nightstand. The one that says I'm leaving you. I'm going to live with Fender and his friend Animal. They like to fuck me and I like to fuck them. I like to fuck Daisy too. I never told you that, did I?"
> "T-Told me, w-what?" he asked hoarsely.
"That my sister and I like to fuck each other."
"You can't mean that. You can't mean any of this. I'm probably not even awake. That's it! This is just a dream! I knew it couldn't be real," he said in a relieved voice. "Why would you want to leave me, anyway?"
"I'll explain it to you in a minute. I'm busy right now. Why don't you just sit there, like a good little boy, and see if you can't wake yourself up?"
With that, she turned her attention back to Fender. He'd started moving his cock slowly back and forth inside her cunt and she was fast losing control of her passion. He pushed her legs back against her tits and began stroking her harder.