Chapter 50
Pleasure, Always Pleasure
After learning that Jon was paying little attention to Bernie, and that she had resorted to fucking the lawn-boy, Joe had decided a frontal attack would make her his, and had rung the bell to her home around eleven one morning.
"Why, Joe Marcolina, as I live and breathe," Bernie had gushed, pleased as punch to see Val's husband at her front door. She absently ran a hand through her hair, hoping it was in place and that she didn't look like Medusa. "Um, Jon's at the office, Joe. He...."
"I came to see you, Bernie," he said, giving her body such a slow once over that it kick started the furnace in her loins.
"Well, come in," she said with a wry smile. "Let's not let the neighbors start all sorts of rumors," she said giddily, as she realized she was feeling very horny.
Joe ambled into the living room and sat down in what had to be Jon's easy chair."You know, Bernie, I've had a yearning kind of crush on you for a long time."
"Really?" Bernie replied as she sat down in a chair across from him. "And what does Val think about that?"
"I haven't told her about it, Bernie." He stared at her and she felt the heat rising internally. "Remember that afternoon Val set us up with each other?"
Her throat had gone dry, she desperately wanted a drink, mentally cursed herself for not having offered to make them drinks. "I remember it well, Joe. But you're married to Val and she's my best friend."
To herself, Bernie thought,
That fucking Robbie didn't show yesterday and I needed him. Now I'm in a fix.
She looked at Joe, and knew why he was there.
How did he know she would respond to him and not just pick up the phone and call Val?"
"It can remain that way, Bernie. In fact I want it to remain that way, regardless of what happens this afternoon."
"Nothings going to happen, Joe."
"I think it will."
Flustered, Bernie said quickly, "So what about coffee, Joe?" She began a nervous laugh, then blanched as it turned into a rasping cough.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes .. Yes, I'm fine. Probably the polen in the air."
"Yes, the damn stuff is everywhere this time of the year."
"So, would you care for some coffee? I've got fresh, just made it in fact."
"That'd be fine. I like it black."
Bernie got up and moved to the kitchen, catching herself wiggling her butt as she walked away.
What the fuck am I doing?
She asked herself, and then smiled when she felt his eyes on her.
We're going to do it, she realized, and I'm leading him on, knowing it will end in the bedroom. Or maybe the kitchen table,
she concluded as she poured coffee into two cups out of his sight in the narrow kitchen.
Bernie debated about taking her panties off then, or waiting for him to do it later. Giggling delightedly at her depraved thoughts, she took them off, and tossed them into the sink.
She returned to the living room with the coffee, handed him his cup and sat down across from him and crossed her legs.
Did he see my pussy?
she wondered.
Like Sharon Stone in that murder movie with Mike Douglas?
For the life of her, she couldn't recall the name of the movie.
Joe sipped at his coffee, but kept his eyes riveted to hers. "I've been bored lately," he told her. "I have a feeling that you are too. Would there be any truth to that?"
Bernie shifted nervously in her chair. "Hardly. You know I'm a happily married woman, Joe. I thought you and Val were as well."
"We were. We're not right now. At least I'm not."
They were silent for a while, then he said, "This is a pretty nice place you and Jon have, Bernie."
"Yeah, I like it," she said as she gestured around the room.
They were quiet again.
"So, you going to kick me out?" he asked with a grin. She waited a long moment before answering him. "No, I'm not," she said softly.
"So, you are bored," he said, his eyes refusing to break contact with hers. "No, I'm not," she said softly, repeating her last words..
Joe rose from his chair and moved to her. He leaned down to her and kissed her roughly on the mouth. The moment she parted her lips his tongue rammed its way inside.
"Fu," she tried to say, but couldn't get the word or words out. Bernie inhaled through her nostrils just as he released her. She took another breath through her mouth and moaned, "Oh, my fucking God!"
Clearly Bernie liked what he was doing. He held her tightly with his right arm, hugging her closely. His left worked softly, but urgently between her legs.
"I see you're not wearing any," he said.
"Took 'em off in the kitchen."
"Good girl."
"No, I'm not."
"That's a matter of opinion."
"I guess," she said, and left it at that as he sent a finger into her wetness.
She reached out and placed her hand against the back of his head, and said hungrily, "I've really had a crush on you since forever. Do you understand?"
She didn't have an expression on her face.
"Open your legs a little more for me."
"Uh-huh."
It took him a minute, probably several, but then he was fisting her. He had never fisted a woman before. But there was something about Bernie that suggested she was capable of absorbing his fist, and that she would like it.
She aided him each time he met resistence, even calling a brief halt in order to go into her bedroom for a tube of K.Y. Jelly to make the going easier.
Soon he was kissing her and fisting her, his hand inside her cunt to the wrist bone while she squirmed around like a big fish on a hook.
She came with a loud grunt, and he worked his hand out of her. Bernie let a few seconds pass, before prying his cock out of his trousers and falling upon it with a loud, wet smacking sound. She didn't know why she made that sound. She was nervous, there was that to consider. She had just had a fantastic orgasm; even better than with Robbie, her pet stud-bull. She recalled that she always made such noises when she gave head. It embarrassed her to some extent, as if somehow it was unfeminine to have that much saliva. But nevertheless it excited her, and she would later learn that it also excited Joe. And, she told herself,
There was nothing embarrassing about having Joe's formidable penis in her mouth though. Not at all.
She traced a hand down Joe's chest, he tensed up, jerked a little bit as he listened to the wet, slurping noises coming from between his thighs. He glanced down just as she spat a gob of salivia on the knob of his cock and followed up by taking most of his length down her throat.
Impressive
