All the Time (9 page)

“Noooo,” she sobbed, sliding her finger in
and out of her pussy.

She was so wet Mike could hear the moisture
as she finger-fucked herself.

There was no place to pull off the road and
give her what she wanted so desperately. “Lainie, honey, get your
fingers out of your cunt. I can’t pull over. It will be less than
five minutes until we are home for godsake.”

He put his right hand on her knee and
squeezed gently. “Come on baby, behave. Take your finger out and
stop being so naughty.”

Lainie did as he directed, but before he
could protest, she popped her wet finger between his lips.

Holy shit.
Mike wrenched on the
steering wheel and the car beside him honked loudly.

Lainie slid her finger out of his mouth and
Mike clenched his fingers tightly almost pulling the wheel from the
column.

His cock deflated from fear, but it didn't
last long.

“Lainie Marie,” his voice low and dark. “You
little witch. I promise I’ll take care of you the minute we get in
the house and not one minute sooner. Certainly not here on the
interstate. Now sit there and be a good girl. All this shit is
going to cause us to have an accident, and honey, we're both too
young to die.”

She folded her hands in her lap pretending to
be innocent. “I can’t wait darling. Admit it, neither can you.”

Three long minutes later, Mike pulled the BMW
into their driveway and stopped next to the kitchen walkway. He
threw the gearshift into park. Somehow he'd managed to get them
home without getting a ticket. “Get out, bitch,” he hissed, turning
to her. “I’m so mad at you I could spank you. Don’t
ever
do
something like that again. Next time we could get killed.”

Lainie unfastened her seat belt and turned to
meet his gaze. “You don’t scare me, darling. I know what your
problem is, and I plan to take care of it right away.”

With agonizing slowness, she opened her legs
and gave him a view of her swollen labia and clit.

His jaw dropped. “Holy shit, Lainie Marie.
Where are your panties?”

Lainie gave him a wicked grin and put both of
her hands under her skirt. She lifted her bottom and pulled the
skirt out of the way. Opening her legs she slowly parted her labia
giving him a clear view of her moist, glistening channel.

“Ohhhh,” she murmured. Her buttocks lifted as
she flicked her clit with a finger tip. “Ahhh…Mike.”

Speechless, he watched her tease her body.
Her labia swelled and her clit grew and Mike leaned closer thinking
to taste her delights.

Lainie reached behind her and the car door
popped open. She slid out of the car, turned, bent her upper body
back inside. "Do you like my tits? Aren't they pretty?"

"Where's your bra? When and where did you
take off your underwear?"

She grabbed her purse off the floor. "Coming
baby?"

She had to be a succubus. She was tormenting
him to the edge of hell and yet every moment with her was heaven on
earth.

Mike grinned. “You are downright evil,
woman.” He rubbed his crotch. “You better run like hell, ‘cause
when I catch you, you're gonna pay for being such a bad girl." He
growled to prove his point. "Get your sexy ass in the house, or
I'll do you right on the hood of the car. I'm sure the neighbors
would love to watch."

Lainie turned and sped toward the back door.
She wrenched her key in the lock and disappeared.

Moments behind his sumptuous wife, Mike found
no sight of her when he walked though the kitchen. Where in the
hell had she gotten to in such a hurry, the little tease?

“Lainie Marie, where are you?”

* * * *

“In here, darling,” Lainie answered, keeping
her voice low and soft. She’d spent the whole day thinking about
fucking Mike and hadn’t been able to decide where to start. At
first she had contemplated the kitchen counter or the floor. Then
she thought about the kitchen table or the dining room table, but
neither seemed to suit her needs. She had almost settled on the
stairs leading to their bedroom until she remembered the case of
rug burn she’d suffered the last time they used the carpeted
steps.

Eventually, she decided the overstuffed
armchair in the family room would suffice for what she had in
mind.

* * * *

Ripping off his tie, Mike tossed tie and suit
coat down in the middle of the hallway. Tugging his shirt out of
his slacks, he turned the corner into the family room and came to
an abrupt halt. The sight of Lainie left him speechless. His cock
pulsed to rock-hard proportions and he flinched. Goddamn slacks and
underwear were strangling him.

Lainie was sitting in what she referred to as
a chair and a half. Her shoes lay on their sides next to the chair.
Her feet were firmly planted on the chair’s seat, her legs sprawled
wide and inviting. With her skirt scrunched around her waist and
her skin-tight knit top yanked down under her breasts she looked
positively obscene, dangerous and totally wanton. Mike licked his
lips and groaned.

Putting her hands to her head, running her
fingers through her long, lustrous hair, Lainie lifted the mass and
let it fall about her in a silken, dark shower. The movement of her
arms raised her breasts to high, taut, tempting mounds. She dropped
her arms and her breasts gently swayed. Deep-rose nipples winked at
him, peaking and tightening in wait for his mouth to do them
justice.

She really was going to kill him with sex.
Oh, but if he had to die, let it be with her hot body wrapped
around his cock. What a way to go.

Mike unlatched his belt and pulled it loose
letting it slither to the floor in a coil at his feet. Eyes glued
to the wanton scene in front of him, he kicked off his shoes,
leaving them next to his belt. He stepped further into the room
when Lainie wiggled a beckoning finger at him.

Still several feet from his sensuous wife, he
made a move to unzip his slacks. Lainie moaned and touched her clit
with her forefinger. Her miniature penis pulsed and darkened as it
became engorged with blood and Mike gasped. His fingers scrambled
at the tab to his zipper. Finally, it caught and the zipper made a
harsh rasp in the quiet room.

He kicked his slacks to the side and clad in
shirt, socks and shorts, he headed for his lascivious wife intent
on fucking her until she begged for mercy.

Lainie held up a hand halting him in
mid-step. “No,” she wiggled a forefinger, “take it all off,
darling.”

While she fingered herself with one hand and
caressed her nipples with the other, Mike hopped about from one
foot to the other yanking off socks, knowing he probably looked
like an absolute idiot and he couldn't have cared less. Fucking
Lainie was well worth a few embarrassing moves on his part.

He yanked the edges of his shirt and buttons
flew in every direction, one hitting her on the breast. She giggled
and threw it back at Mike.

He ducked, the button missing him by inches.
He put his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and gave her a
questioning look.

She nodded and said, “Off. And, for godsake
hurry. I’m about to explode.”

Mike’s mind was going a mile a minute. He
wanted to suck her, taste her, touch her everywhere, fuck her until
she screamed, but he knew they were both so close to the edge it
wouldn’t all happen this go-round, it might take two or three more
episodes of good old screwing before he’d accomplished all he had
in mind for his tempting wife.

He knelt in front of Lainie and buried his
face in her femininity, immediately latching his lips and tongue
onto her swollen clit. He suckled while Lainie screamed and
thrashed about like a fish out of water. Her first climax ripped
through her body before Mike had time to touch her nipples or
explore her G spot. He didn’t give her a moment’s peace to calm
down, lapping her labia he had her thrashing and squealing wildly
while her head wrenched about on the chair back.

God, she was so freakin’ responsive.

Rising above her, he buried fingers deep in
her channel and pressed the hard knob of his cock against her
opening. It was going to be tight, but he didn’t want to remove his
fingers quite yet.

“No, Mike,” her breathless voice stopped his
forward motion. “No wait, darling,” she purred. “We used the same
position this morning. I want to do it different this time.”

Christ. Now she was issuing orders like a
director of a porn flick. “Okay, honey,” he growled, face buried in
her breasts. “How do you want it?” God, give me strength, he begged
silently.

She slithered out from under him like a
sinuous snake and Mike’s fingers made a funny squishing sound as
they left her dripping cunt. “Like this, darling,” she whispered
draping herself over the cushy arm of the huge chair.

Ohhhh. Well, all right! Mike’s manhood pulsed
harder and higher with excitement as Lainie assumed a position
which put her satiny-smooth bottom high in the air. She opened her
legs and he nearly lost control.

Cock bobbing with excitement, Mike stood
behind her, gripped her waist in his large hands and slowly eased
his massive shaft into her juicy cunt.

“Mike!!” Lainie cried. The sound of her voice
muffled by the chair cushion seemed to come from far away.

“Uhhh?” Mike pressed harder and another inch
of his erection slipped into her hot, wet channel.

“Mike,” Lainie whimpered. “The doorbell is
ringing.”

“Shit!” Who had the nerve to lean on the
doorbell at this time of day? Maybe they would give up and go
away.

The bell continued to chime and Mike
shuddered, loosing concentration. “Dammit.”

The doorbell ceased and Mike eased another
inch into her tight cunt.

Boom, boom, boom!

Shit, damn! Whoever it was wasn’t going to
give up, because now they were pounding on the front door.

Mike eased his cock out of his wiggling wife,
grabbed his shirt off the floor, wrapping the flimsy silk garment
around his waist as he stormed to the front door. He wrenched the
door open and nearly got a fist in the chest.

“Oh, my god,” purred a breathless voice. “I’m
so sorry Mr. Sneider.”

Mike didn’t need to look down to know where
her eyes were focused, because she certainly wasn’t looking at his
face. The silk shirt he’d grabbed as protection was little cover
when you took into account the fact his cock was still wet with
Lainie’s honey and the silk was sticking to him in several obvious
places.

The best way to handle the situation was act
nonchalant, so Mike did. “Yeah?”

The young woman finally met his eyes and the
grin on her pretty face said it all. She liked what she'd seen.

Silently, Mike continued to stare at the
pretty stranger and was rewarded by the slow suffusion of pink
rising from the low neckline of her tank-top to her cheeks.

“Sorry,” the young woman mumbled.

Mike had a feeling she wasn’t sorry at all.
He couldn’t blame her. After all, he was nearly naked and had a
hard-on big enough to choke a horse. His cock wasn’t losing
strength, but seemed to be growing larger as he got an eye-full of
the young woman standing on the front porch.

Well, shit. He wasn’t dead yet and she was
pretty.

“Yeah?” he said a second time.

“Oh,” she whispered struggling to keep her
eyes above his chin. “Uh…”

“Mikey,” Lainie called. “Who’s at the door,
darling?” She sounded a tiny bit frustrated. Join the fuckin’
crowd, he was pretty frustrated himself.

“Well?” Mike asked the visitor.

* * * *

“Oh, hey, Mrs. Sneider,” the woman answered.
“It’s me, Tracey Canady, from next door.” She stood on tiptoes in
order to see around the large, nearly naked man standing in the way
and a gasp escaped her open lips. Heat crawled up Tracey’s spine.
“Oh, my God.” Tracey tried not to react, but it was impossible not
to when her neighbor was draped over a chair in the living room
naked as the day she was born.

“What do you want, Tracey?” Lainie’s eyes met
hers. “In case you haven’t noticed, honey, we’re very busy here at
the moment.”

No kidding
. Tracey’s cheeks burned
with mortification. “I’m so sorry,” she managed to say, above the
embarrassment. “I’m delivering the candy you ordered from my little
sister, Wendy.”

“Oh, thanks, honey, just give it to Mike.
He’ll have to pay you later I’m afraid, cause I need his able
assistance right this moment.” Lainie raised her upper body off the
chair arm and gave Tracey a startling view of naked breasts.

Tracey’s own nipples peaked taut and her
breasts swelled in reaction to the sight of Lainie’s nude body.

“Oh, sure…whatever…” Tracey managed to
mumble, feeling like an idiot. She pulled her eyes away from Lainie
only to find she was face to chest with Mike’s lightly furred
chest. God. There were naked people wherever she looked. Her eyes
drifted downward of their own accord and she found she was staring
at her handsome neighbors rampant cock.

It wasn’t her fault she was staring. Mike
Sneider was just too fuckin’ sexy to ignore. He made the boys she’d
been dating look like babies.

“Here, Mr. Sneider.” Tracey handed the
plastic bag in her hand to Mike. “That’ll be $10.75. But, hey, no
hurry. You know where we live.”

Tracey had to get away, because if she didn’t
get off the porch now, she was going to grab her neighbor’s cock
and take some of what he had to offer for herself. Screw Lainie
Sneider. Tracey wanted the delicious Mr. Sneider all to
herself.

She took a step backward and nearly fell off
the porch.

So much for being graceful
.

* * * *

Lainie bit the inside of her mouth to keep
from grinning. She realized what Tracey was seeing could be a
little intimidating. Lainie had been intimidated herself the first
time she'd seen Mike nude. Mike took the crinkling bag out of
Tracey’s slightly shaking fingers. Lainie had a fleeting thought
about suggesting Mike bring the sexy, young woman in to join the
fun. Lainie checked out Tracey's breasts. She was nicely endowed.
Lainie's eyes cruised the rest of Tracey’s long, firm body. It
wasn't bad. She had to be an athlete. She had a great pair of legs.
Again, Lainie thought about asking Tracey to join them. No. Not
today. She wanted Mike all to herself. Maybe another time.