The Sharing of Carlene

by Laran Mithras

  How sweet. I think he likes me.

  It made her feel special.

  * * *

  Carlene slid on her stockings and attached the garter straps.

  “Today's the day, huh?” Jim said.

  She blushed. “Yes.”

  “I wish he worked closer.”

  “Oh, yeah, me too.” But she didn't really. She wanted Rod alone, not with her boss and husband watching. Performing for an audience would have gotten old. Hopefully, her husband would understand.

  “Looking forward to a show tomorrow?” He winked.

  “Oh, for sure.” A rum in one hand, her husband's cock in the other – she felt the thrill of the last time she had stroked him while he looked at Alicia's pussy. Maybe she would get him to cum again while he looked at her. She grew a wicked grin on her face.

  He wrapped her in a hug. “Come home today full of cum.”

  She giggled. What a nasty man.

  He kissed her. “I'll make sure you get a nice repeat tonight in bed.”

  “Mmm.” She laid her head on his shoulder and felt his warmth. “I'm already looking forward to it.”

  Work was not fun. In fact, she hated it. Eric scowled at her all morning.

  Fuck off.

  A few times he walked up and expectantly looked down his nose at her.

  She rolled her eyes each time.

  Then he started acting all arrogant and flippant – as if he was just fine and dandy withholding sex. He assumed she would not be able to resist the promise of his cock.

  She had to admit, she missed it. But he was rude, demanding, and except for providing a solid fucking, otherwise dull.

  It was with a sense of escape that she got into her car at lunch and drove away. Today, she drove in the opposite direction from the grocery store and home. This time she drove herself to a man to be fucked.

  Her hands shook on the wheel and she had to tell herself a few times to keep going. Part of her wanted to turn back. More of her wanted to have more of Rod's penis.

  She promised herself to try to remember as much as possible to tell Jim when they were in bed later that night.

  The construction site was sprawling and the super's trailer was almost the size of a double-wide-trailer people used for homes.

  Wow.

  But the inside was dusty and stacked with papers. The front desks were empty, though showing signs of recent activity. The coffeemaker was still lit and black brew sat in the glass container. Hardhats hung haphazardly on pegs beside the door.

  “Ah, you came.” Rod was there, in the doorway to the back office. His smile said he was pleased.

  She checked his left hand again. She had checked it Monday after she had blown him. No ring. Not even a liar's ring. His hands were tanned all even. I don't want some crazy wife after me.

  She had not been concerned with Eric's wife. His past was so well-known that even his wife expected him to be bad. But if Rod had been married? There was no way any woman would let him out of her sight or allow him to be bad.

  “Of course I did, silly.”

  He tossed his head. “Back here, sweets.”

  She felt good he had a nickname for her.

  His back office was very nice. Cleaner than the front. A vinyl couch with an old sixties look was where he pointed.

  Does he want me to sit? Strip? Throw my legs open and chatter like a schoolgirl?

  He was unbuttoning his shirt.

  Strip then. Okay. She began removing her clothes. Off came her skirt and panties.

  He stopped her from removing more. She stood in front of him in her stockings and blouse. His grin said he approved. He sat her on the couch and scooted her forward.

  She was laying, her head up against the backrest. She could see her pussy, open, waiting. She could see him standing between her legs, his hand on his penis, stroking.

  She quivered. Was she sure about this? Suddenly she missed Jim. He would have been a comfort sitting in a chair watching. Her pussy had other ideas and began leaking moisture.

  “Oh, yeah,” Rod said. His breathing was almost a pant as he stroked himself fully erect. Then he knelt down and placed the head of his penis against her pussy.

  She opened her mouth, but suppressed the gasp.

  He pushed and his beautiful shaft began disappearing inside her, filling her as it went.

  He gazed into her eyes. “Does your hubbie know you're here?” He was still pushing, his shaft sliding in.

  “Yes.” It was a gasp.

  “He was okay with it?” He was in.

  She squirmed on his erection. “Yes, he said to come home full of cum.”

  Rod groaned and immediately moved his hips. His shaft pumped in and out of her all the way in and all the way out.

  She groaned with him and panted in between as sensations filled her. Delicious tension radiated up her stomach and the heat in her pussy flared.

  “He wants me to cum in your pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  He leaned over, to her side and put one foot on the ground for leverage. Then he drove in harder. At this angle, his erection was sliding deep and deeper. She was being filled and fucked.

  She gasped, her hips fucking him back. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes.” She was getting what she wanted. It had been worth the wait.

  His thrusts pushed the couch until it was banging loudly against the wall.

  The pleasure and the tensing pain took control. He was fucking her into a frenzy of conflicting sensations of lust and pleasure. It felt so good. It hurt so good. His penis was a big shaft of sex making her moan and whimper. Her pussy lips were swollen, sensitive, and pleasured by the sliding of his shaft.

  His eyes were closed, concentrating. He panted, “That's nice of him to let me cum in your pussy. Are you on the pill?”

  Huh? Hadn't Eric said anything?

  “Uh, no--”

  She got no farther.

  He groaned loudly and pushed in as deep as he could. Then he began pumping hard and deep. His hips drove his cock all the way in, filling her. “Oh yeah, I'm going to fill your married pussy with my seed.”

  Huh? Her thoughts swam between pleasure and confusion. Did he think I could get pregnant?

  He was driving deep, touching her depths and filling them where Eric could never reach. Only her husband could reach that deep. He reached a hand down and toyed with her clit. His rugged hands were a shock. They felt rough to the touch but were enough to send her over the edge.

  She wailed out as her insides exploded in pulsing crashes of pain and pleasure.

  “Yes,” he said. He drove hard, holding it in and pressing deeper. “I'm going to flood your married pussy with my sperm.”

  Tears leaked from her eyes as the torrents of pain and pleasure peaked. He rammed his erection deep and she felt the hot spurts of his load.

  His loud groans mingled with her wails as they both came, hard.

  Wow. Forget Eric. I need more of this.

  She walked into the house, her pussy still thrumming from the fucking just a few hours before. She smelled dinner.

  “Well,” Jim said. He handed her a small drink. “How did it go?”

  She blushed. “It went, I guess.”

  “Everything okay?”

  He was concerned about her before bothering with details. He was the comfort she would always know.

  She nodded. “He seemed to want to talk about me being married.”

  “Oh? Was he not wanting--”

  “No, no, not that. Not like that. I think he got off on it.”

  “Ohhh.” Jim looked down at his glass. “Maybe he has a fetish for married women. Dinner will be up in a minute.”

  “You're not mad?”

  “Mad? Why?”

  “Because I went there and we didn't come here.”

  “Mad? No. Disappointed? Sort of.” He flashed a smile. “But I'm going to want to hear all about it tonight.”

  Her pussy took a thrusting penis for the second time today.

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nbsp; “Does that feel good?” he said.

  “Oh yes.” She squirmed under him, getting comfortable.

  “Did his cock feel good today?”

  She giggled. “Yes.”

  He moaned and pumped faster.

  “I think he thinks I can get pregnant.”

  “Did you tell him you can't?”

  “No. He kept saying things like filling my married pussy with his sperm.”

  Jim chuckled. His thrusts didn't stop. “Mmm, maybe don't tell him.”

  “Isn't that dishonest?”

  “Who cares? Maybe that's the only reason he gets off.”

  That hurt a little. Men could be so insensitive in their logic and reasoning.

  “So just let him think--”

  “Sure, why not? If it makes him more excitable or whatever.”

  He has a point.

  “Okay.”

  “Tell him to fuck your married pussy and fill it over and over.” His groans said he was very close.

  She would do it Tuesday when she went back. Rod had seemed to like talking about it, why not participate?

  Their orgasm was feverish, both of them talking about Rod cumming in her.

  “Hurry up,” she called downstairs. “The show is starting.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I spilled and had to wipe it up.” He handed her a small rum.

  She removed his shorts and pushed him to sit in the window like she would.

  “Is Russel out there yet?” But he was looking out and could see for himself as he asked it.

  “No, just Alicia.” She poured oil on her hand and went to work on his penis. When he didn't immediately harden, she asked, “Does she look good?”

  “Yeah, but she's just laying there in her bikini.”

  She leaned over. Alicia was laying face down. “Does her ass look good in her bikini?”

  His penis firmed. “Uh huh.”

  She smiled getting the fleshy reaction. She stroked slower, more like slow fucking. “Tell me when Russel gets out there.”

  A few minutes later Russel appeared.

  “There he is,” he said.

  “Tell me when Alicia strips.”

  “Okay.”

  She kept a slow stroke. His erection was hard, throbbing and felt so very nice in her hands. It also felt good orchestrating his excitement. Maybe she would be good at it after all with Rod.

  “She's stripping.”

  She stroked a little faster.

  His eyes were glued outside. “They're going into the pool, now.”

  She slowed her stroking. He wouldn't be able to see Alicia's naked body under the water.

  His finger found her nakedness and toyed with her labia. “Want to trade places so you can see Russel's cock?”

  “Not yet.” She didn't intend to at all. She enjoyed the sensations of his fingers and thought about Rod. Her hips began squirming.

  “They're getting out. They're laying out to sun.”

  She leaned over and grabbed the binoculars she had stashed earlier. “Here. See if you can get a good view and describe it.”

  He looked at her and raised his eyebrows in surprise. But the smile told her he approved. Adjusting the binoculars with two hands, he perched them with one and went back to fingering her.

  “He's sort of playing with his cock.”

  “What's Alicia doing?”

  “Laying back on her towel.”

  “Can you see her pussy?” She stroked a little faster.

  “Yes.”

  “What does it look like?”

  “Trimmed hair. Wow, she has big lips.”

  “Does it look good?”

  “It's huge.”

  “Her pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  She stroked faster. “Does it look nice?”

  Jim gasped. “Yes.”

  “Do you think your cock would fit in there?” Her motion imitated fucking.

  He moaned, his eyes still on the sight next door. “Oh yeah, right in.”

  She started at the tip and slid her hand down slowly.

  He was panting, his penis throbbing in her hand.

  “Is that good?” she said.

  “Ummm, yeah. Good.”

  She leaned close to his ear. “Fuck her, Jim. Ram your cock into Alicia's pussy.” Her hand went fast then, gripping hard.

  He panted harder, faster. “Unnh, yes.”

  “Fuck her young pussy and make her scream.” Her hand was a blur, his erection bulging, swelling.

  “Deep?” He was gasping.

  “Deeper, harder. Fuck her. Fuck her good and hard.”

  He tensed and cried out. She felt his erection pulse and saw the sperm shoot out of the head.

  “That's it Jim, fill her up. Fill up that big, young pussy.” She milked his spewing erection until he sagged back.

  She felt triumphant. Jim was always in control. The feeling was heady, vibrant.

  I could get used to this.

  She didn't know she would be good at control. And she didn't know it would turn on her in a very vicious way.

  CHAPTER 12

  Carlene so hated Mondays.

  Eric, stress, and no Rod.

  She would be seeing him tomorrow. It would be her second time in his trailer and she already wanted it more than anything else.

  Did Rod think about her all weekend? She had thought about Rod but also had fun with her husband. Jim had been surprised that she wanted to assume a little control and force him to think about Alicia.

  She had been forced to admit later she did it for fun, not that she really wanted him to fuck the young neighbor.

  “Carlene,” Eric barked. “I'm going to need...”

  She tuned him out while noting what he needed. She ignored his looks. She could tell he was pissed at the whole anal situation; she didn't care.

  Rod will be filling me from now on, boss. You're fired. No more pussy for you. It felt good to think it. She wished she could say it.

  Placing what he needed on his desk, she turned to go.

  He reached a hand out and began fondling her little ass through her slacks.

  Without looking, she slapped the folder back behind her against his wrist. The hand went away.

  Like swatting a bad dog.

  He gave her a series of orders over the next hour he could have done himself.

  Was he making it uncomfortable for me here so I quit? She didn't care. If she had Rod, she could work here with the worst Eric threw at her.

  Still, she was aggravated by the time lunch came around. She charged out of the office in escape. With no Rod and the rest of the day ahead of her to deal with Eric, she felt frustrated.

  The cool of the grocery store caressed her face.

  Shoppers lingered in the frozen foods aisle, some of them just sticking their heads in the doors rather than shopping.

  Her office was air conditioned, as was her car. The only heat she felt was getting from her car to inside the store. She knew many of the people living here had no air conditioning, despite the heat of the climate.

  Idiots.

  She grabbed her small can of cashews.

  After paying, she saw Andy. He was coming in from helping an elderly lady out with her groceries.

  “Hi, Andy.”

  “Oh, hi, Carlene.” his look was bashful, but he looked her over.

  Would he really want to see her naked? Did he really think someone so much older than him was attractive? Did he even think she had sex? Would he ever suspect that tomorrow she would be getting her pussy reamed on her lunch-hour?

  She tried to keep her voice calm and cool. “So what do you do on your lunch-hours?”

  Was that control enough? How far could she go?

  He shrugged. “I live right over there.” He pointed. Across the street was an apartment complex.

  She placed a hand on her hip. “Oh? You need to show me sometime.”

  “Oh well,” he said with a sheepish grin. “It's not much. Barely any furniture. It's m
ainly a place to crash in between work and college.”

  She was looking intently into his eyes. Then she slowly let her gaze fall down his chest, stomach and then stop on his crotch. She knew he was watching. Was the bulge there growing? She wasn't sure. She raised her gaze slowly back to his eyes.

  He was blushing furiously.

  The problem was, she was too.

  I need to work on this control thing. I'm still shy around people I don't know. I'll probably never get the hang of it anyway. Just around my husband.

  “I still think we should arrange a lunch and have you show me.”

  “Oh. I can take my lunches at any time.” He blushed harder, redder. His bulge was definitely bigger in his pants.

  Kids. Constant hard-ons.

  Is this where control came in? Should she ask him? Or tell him? Would it work? What if he laughed at her? She didn't know.

  She stood there, not knowing what to do, but growing uncomfortable by the second. Well, he's just a kid anyway. She started to move to the side to go around him and leave.

  “We could go now,” he said. He sounded nervous.

  Had she really had that much effect on him? Or was he just a desperate kid?

  Aggravated from not knowing, angered over Eric, and agitated over tomorrow's meeting with Rod, she said, “Now, then. Let's go.”

  He nodded, sweat on his brow. “Joan, taking my lunch.” He called to someone over his shoulder at the service desk.

  “Right.” A woman called back.

  He was still blushing as he led her out.

  Am I really doing this? Following some kid to his apartment? What's going to happen there? Will he show me his latest console game or something? Or were his looks sexual?

  They walked across the street at the light and into the complex. He lived upstairs. Inside, the apartment was sparse and cool. The window air conditioning unit hummed and blew cool air.

  He had a table and two chairs that looked like they came from a breakfast diner. He had a couch and a TV. She could see the bedroom beyond – there was no bed. He slept on a sleeping bag with a blanket.

  “This is it.” He waved his arms.

  She looked at him, not knowing what to say. Then she noticed his bulge. It was very prominent. It wasn't large, but it was very hard and pressing against his pants. “That looks uncomfortable.”