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I entered the clubhouse after some late-morning selling a few days later.
Gunner was leaning on the bar talking to his wife, Grannie. He called to me, "How's it going out there, Seller?"
I went to the bar and waved for a beer. "Good, I guess."
He wheezed. "Ghost says you're out-selling Flats on the north side."
"Yeah, so I heard. Where's Kristy?"
He motioned with his head. "In Ghost's office. He says she's been helping with keeping finances organized."
I tipped the bottle to them both and wandered back to the hall. I'd drop the pouch with him and pick it up in the morning; my shift at the Daily would be starting in a couple of hours. His door was closed and I knocked.
He called out, "What is it?"
I went in, unslinging the pouch.
Kristy was with him, sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck. Her smile faltered a little.
I gave her a questioning look but said nothing.
Ghost seemed very embarrassed. He took the pouch and set it on his desk.
I nodded, grabbed the door and said, "Uh, you want this shut?"
He started to refuse. "Nah, that's okay—"
But Kristy nodded.
She has something going with Ghost? Mean, scowling Ghost?
She was watching me and gripped his neck tighter.
All right, all right. Whatever. I gave both an eyebrow. "Have fun, you two." I shut the door quietly and heard Kristy giggle. She murmured something, then gasped. I didn't know what they could be doing that was so fun with clothes on, but whatever. I went back out to the bar feeling a lusting ardor rising in me. My Kristy has urges for Ghost? He's always so sour.
I couldn't wait to talk to her later that night about it; get the whole story from her. Apparently, she had held things back from me. Had she felt his cock yet? Held it in her hand? Had my naughty wife slid her pussy down his cock and fucked him? I liked the idea of her sharing her pussy with Ghost and it made me hard standing there near the bar thinking about it. I hoped she had. But why hadn't she told me?
I think I was relieved when I saw Donna come out of the hall from the kitchen. She was wearing her new Prospect vest and grinning like a mad woman. She had received it while I was bouncing the previous night. She stopped in front of me but leaned around to address Grannie. "All clean in there."
The old woman chuckled. "And likely a lot cleaner than that Miguel used to do it."
Gunner growled. "Don't even mention his real name." He made a spitting noise, though he didn't spit.
Donna tugged at her vest.
I chuckled. "You sure look happy."
"I am." She clutched my arm. "Feel like playing a little?"
"More than you can imagine."
We walked to the hall. She said, "My husband laughed at my vest."
"That sucks."
"For sure. Absofuckinglutely." She checked the end room we had used last time. She waved me in with a lopsided smile and shut the door after us.
I blew out a breath. "I walked in on Kristy sitting on Ghost's lap."
She leaned back, her hips thrust at me, and said, "Oh... you didn't know they were getting friendly?"
I scowled. "No." I removed my jeans and sat in the chair.
She removed hers and sat on the bed. We had been together once after the oral incident, but we had just played with ourselves in view of each other. She liked seeing me jack my cock and I liked watching her play with herself. We started doing that now.
She said, "I think I remember it starting up two days ago. Or that's when I noticed his door being shut and her in there."
I felt disappointed. "She didn't tell me. She always tells me when Viking or Dealer is with her." I watched her fingers play over her folds.
She pouted. "I'm too ugly to get all that attention."
"You're not ugly."
"Oh come on. My face is nothing to look at. Even Dragon looks better than me. Even Smoke and Tequila."
I couldn't argue with her; she was right. I said, "But you're still not ugly."
Her voice shrank a bit, defeated. "Thanks. That's more than I get from my husband."
I felt bad for her. It wasn't her fault she was plain. She certainly did have a sexy figure, though. Her hips were wide and her thighs looked heavenly. I suddenly wanted to feel them squeezing around my waist. I got up, stroking my shaft and went over to her.
She gave me a surprised eyebrow, thinking I was going to lick her again.
Instead, I pulled her up and hugged her, placing my lips to hers. Our mouths opened hungrily, play forgotten. My tongue moved with hers and I felt my blood pounding at my temples. My dick was hard between us and she gripped it with her hand, stroking. I pulled her tighter and she squeezed my cock. Her hand felt great.
I turned her with me and pushed her against the wall, pressing my body to hers and feeling her cushioned figure. She wasn't plump, but men would say she was a little thick. Right now it felt like the perfect leather glove for my body. I pushed my erection between her thighs and slid it forward. I could feel her heat and moisture on the topside of my cock as I pushed it past.
She moaned quietly and moved her hips, rubbing her pussy lips along my hardness.
I growled with heat and need. I lifted her up against the wall and pushed the head of my cock at her pussy. She gasped, tilting her hips, and hung on. I pushed, feeling the wetness all around the head of my dick. Then I was sliding in. I thrust my very stiff cock up into her soft moistness. I groaned out as it slid so easily, all the way in. She felt fantastic.
She panted against my neck and whimpered. "Oh fuck it's been too long."
I was dizzy with how good it felt. I rammed my hips upward, driving my cock in and out of her pussy. I fucked her deep, eager to feel her clamping on me and providing my cock with that all-over feel of wet massage.
She clawed at me. "Oh, yes!"
I fucked her until my thighs began to burn. Then I pulled her away from the wall and threw her down onto the bed. Flipping her over, I rammed my cock back into her from behind, pushing her face down onto the bed. I grabbed her wide, fleshy hips and began hammering her.
I wondered if my wife was doing this with Ghost right now. Donna's pussy eagerly took everything I gave her. She was calling out in a breathy and wordless stream of sounds that told me she was enjoying every inch and thrust I gave her. How long had she gone without? How long had her idiot husband ignored her? My hips slapped against her ass and her moans turned to breathy mumbles of gibberish. Her ponytail had flopped over her face. I hooked my hand around her hips and began rubbing at her clit as I fucked her.
She jerked hard and began trembling. "Oh... oh... fuck, yes. Do it!"
I fingered her faster and slowed my thrusting until I was just moving it languidly in and out of her. Her big pussy lips perfectly wrapped my cock and my shaft was wet with her juices. She was panting harshly, blowing out hard and gasping inwards. Her thighs began to tremble and then shake. Her mouth opened and she emitted a stifled, high pitched squeal. Her body shook and her pussy began clamping hard on my cock.
As she was cumming, I pulled out and tossed her over. Her face was flushed and red, the end of her ponytail plastered across her face. I climbed on and shoved my cock back into her pussy. I planted a kiss on her mouth and we moved like that for a moment. She was completely out of breath when I stopped kissing her. I shifted upwards, tilting her hips with me. I got her knees up and wedged under my arms so my cock was more pointing down into her up-turned hips. I began driving down into her with strokes harder than I can remember giving Kristy.
With Kristy, I made love. With Donna, I felt this required something more brutal and less intimate. I pounded down into her pussy, grunting like a savage. The swell of tension in me started at my feet and twisted violently in my hips. I panted and pumped faster, fucking her with anger. Anger at her husband. He would be at work somewhere right now, thinking his wife was ugly. But I was giving her what she needed: a good hard and deep fucking.
Her mouth was open, trying to take in air. No, she wasn't pretty. But neither was she ugly. However, this face she was making wasn't her best. Still, I felt sympathetic to her. We were much the same and if her pussy needed cock, I would give it to her.
My growls turned to groans and I shivered with imminent release. I reached under, grabbing her butt and pulled while pushing my cock deep. I felt the orgasm ripple up my legs and build into a convulsive, explosive burst deep in her pussy. I grunted, trying to get deeper as I shot several squirts of cum inside this plain, neglected wife. Her pussy took it all.