The Wife's Young Lover

CHAPTER ONE

Green Street comes snaking furtively out of the quagmire of the slums – a cobbled road not much bigger than an alley with derelict buildings, condemned tenements and warehouses lining either side. It ends at the junction with Broad Street which, although also a slum street, is respectable in comparison with Green and has functioning enterprises and businesses – such as pawn shops and saloons.

In front of one of these saloons, the Golden Garter, young Billy Wilson had set up his shoeshine box. He had considered the location carefully, tempted to work outside the pawn shop because the men who came out of that establishment would have money, having pawned their watches – or someone else's watches, more likely – but Billy had figured that the drunks staggering out of the Golden Garter would be more generous.

Billy was poor. He was a good-looking kid, with crisp hair and a wiry body, but his clothing reflected his penury – a ragged T-shirt and jeans that had been stained with shoe polish. But he was not inordinately poor for that section of the city, where everyone was poor. He was a cheerful lad who whistled while he worked and shined a shoe with dexterity and class.

He had just finished polishing a pair of expensive but ancient brogues and was waiting for another customer when he noticed a gleaming Cadillac cruising slowly down Broad Street. He looked admiringly at the car. Then he looked to see who the driver was, figuring that only a pimp could have a car like that in a slum like this.

But a woman was driving.

She was going past very slowly, looking out. She was about thirty years old, Billy figured, and good-looking. She had blonde hair worn in a style that must have taken her hairdresser ages to make look casual. Her mouth was full and sensual, her eyes smoky gray. She looked sort of excited, Billy thought. He figured that she was lost and had driven into the slums by mistake and was bemused by the whole situation.

The Cadillac turned onto Green Street.

A drunk wobbled out of the bar and peered at Billy with cloudy eyes, as if wondering if the kid was a lamp post upon which he should piss. Billy started shining his shoes without asking. The guy was too drunk to know the difference, but Billy, being proud and professional, gave him a decent shine. The guy gave him a quarter. Not bad.

Then the Cadillac came down Broad Street again.

The woman was still gazing out as she slowly cruised past, and this time Billy realized that she was looking at him. He figured she wanted to ask directions.

The car pulled over to the curb.

Billy started to walk over to it and the woman opened the door and got out, showing a lot of shapely leg as she did so. She was even better-looking than Billy had first noticed. She was tall and slender, with pneumatic hips and big tits that thrust out pertly. She wore a light summer dress that clung to her curves. Her skin was, short and her neckline, cut low and square, showed her cleavage.

Nice, thought Billy.

Billy appreciated women. He was not a virgin. He had fucked Sally McGee up on the tenement roof two or three times. Everyone took Sally McGee somewhere. But Sally was a teenager and this woman was respectable and elegant. Billy looked admiringly at her without imagining anything special.

She walked slowly across the pavement.

Billy knelt behind his box with his head tilted up as he watched her approach.

She was smiling in a very friendly fashion.

"Hello," she said.

Billy nodded uncertainly.

"Will you shine my shoes?"

Billy looked down at her shoes, nodding again. He figured something was funny here.

"Sure," he said.

She put her foot upon the footrest.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Billy," he said.

"I'm Marlene."

No customer had ever before introduced himself to Billy. Maybe things were different in the fashionable part of town, from where this woman obviously came, Billy figured. He hoped he wasn't expected, to shake hands with her. He bent over her foot and began to apply polish to her expensive shoe. She arched her ankle and Billy noticed how shapely her calf was. He tapped her foot. She stepped down and put her other foot on the box.

Somehow, no doubt accidentally, she managed to raise the hem of her dress in the process.

Her belly was thrust out and her legs were spread wide apart, and Billy just had to glance up.

He looked under her dress.

He blinked and beads of sweat popped out on his brow and he almost dropped the tin of polish.

She didn't have any panties on.

Billy was looking directly at her naked cunt.

Her cunt was wet and the lips were unfurled so that the juicy slot was an open oval, the pink flesh streaked with pearly ribbons of cuntjuice.

Billy figured that she had either just come from a visit to her lover or was en route to see that lucky man. He couldn't relate that creamy pussy to himself.

He looked up at her face.

She knew that he had been looking at her cunt. That was obvious. She didn't care, either, because she was still smiling at the youth.

Billy began putting polish on her other shoe, but his eyes kept going back to her crotch.

"You're a handsome boy," she said. He blushed. He was snapping the rag across the toe of her shoe and sweating heavily. He simply couldn't stop looking at her pussy.

When she switched feet again, she managed to keep her dress lifted so that the maneuver didn't hinder his view of her cunt for a moment.

Must be one of them cockteasers, Billy thought.

An effective one, too, because his sturdy young cock was getting hard as a crowbar and thumping vigorously in the tight confines of his jeans. He figured he was going to have to go into the bathroom of the Golden Garter and pull himself off as soon as the woman departed.

He looked over the polishing, wanting to gaze at that juicy snatch for as long as possible. It was frustrating, but the sight made it worthwhile. It was a much nicer cunt that Sally McGee's much used one.

Finally, he was finished.

"Okay," he said.

She gave him a dollar.

"Gee, thanks," he said.

She didn't take her foot off the box. She smiled down at him as he looked up her dress.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

What in hell did a guy say to that?

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"How would you like to earn… oh… ten dollars?"

Billy gulped. A kid had to shine a lot of shoes to earn ten dollars, but it wasn't the money that made the suggestion so fascinating.

"How?" he asked.

"Oh… come for a ride with me." Billy cocked his head. He noticed that she wore no bra, either, because her nipples were pushed out against the material of her dress in sharp peaks.

"Are you one of them nymphomaniacs?" he asked.

Marlene laughed gaily.

"Why, no. I just happen to like young men."

"I'm young," he said.

"Ummm, yummy."

Billy stood up – a bit reluctantly, since he couldn't look at her crotch when he was upright, but with high hopes of seeing it again.

She looked up and down the street. No one was paying them any attention.

Billy glanced inquiringly at the Cadillac. "Bring your box," she said. Buy was more interested in her box, but he gathered up his equipment hurriedly. She moved away, her lovely ass swinging like a pendulum. She got into the car and waited. Billy walked over, hiding his hard-on behind the box. He could scarcely believe this was happening to him. A guy heard about things like this, but he never expected them to really happen. He half-expected her to drive off, laughing at his distress and leaving him alone with his thundering hard-on.

But she didn't.

Billy got into the car and tossed his shoeshine kit in the back. He wasn't hiding his hard-on now, and the woman looked at his groin and licked her lips.

"That looks lovely," she said.

His cock was threatening to rip right through his jeans. The big wad surged and writhed.

She started the car.

Then she looked seriously at him and said, "I never did a thing like this before, Billy. I want you to know that. I've wanted to for a long time and I've thought about it time and again, but you are the first."

Billy didn't give a damn.

"Sometimes I play with myself while I think about young men," she said with that sexy smile. "I rub myself off, Billy… I finger fuck myself and think about young boys…"

"Oh, wow," he gasped.

Even Sally McGee didn't talk like that!

"Do you know what I want to do to you, Billy?"

He shook his head, although he might have ventured a guess. He thought she wanted him to fuck her.

But he would have been wrong.

She said, "I want to suck your cock."

Billy felt faint. All his blood seemed to have rushed into his bloated pecker, depriving his brain of oxygen.

"I want to blow you," she said. "I've dreamed about blowing a young man so often… have you ever had a blow-job?"

"No," he croaked.

He had tried to stick it into Sally's mouth once, but she had told him that was disgusting.

"I think you'll like it," Marlene said.

"Yeah!"

She laughed.

"You polished my shoes… now I'm going to polish your sweet young peckerhead," she said.

She sure had a dirty mouth, thought Billy – and she wanted his cock in that dirty mouth! He was tingling with expectation and his prick felt like it was ready to ignite.

"I want you to come in my mouth, too, Billy. I want to drink your jism."

"I'm gonna come in my pants if you keep telling me things like that," the boy croaked.

"Oh, my! Don't do that," she said.

She licked her lips.

Then she put the car in gear.

An elevated highway arched over the slums so that travelers could avoid those sordid streets. Beneath the highway there was a desolate field filled with crumbling concrete and hearty weeds. Marlene had scouted the terrain earlier. Now she drove under the highway and pulled the Cadillac beside one of the pilings, very close, as if to prevent Billy from opening the door on the passenger side in case he happened to change his mind – an unlikely possibility.

She opened her handbag and took a ten dollar bill out. She handed it to the bemused boy.

"You don't have to pay me," he said.

"Oh, I want to," she said. "It makes it… naughtier that way. More depraved."

Billy didn't understand what she meant, but he folded the bill and slipped it into his pocket.

It beat shining shoes.

For a long moment they just looked at each other, both anticipating the pleasure to come.

Then she said, "I don't want you to do anything, Billy, lust relax and let me do it all."

Well, he could hardly relax, but he got the idea. He sat back in the seat and pushed his loins up.

Marlene leaned over him, her face ferocious with lust. She was literally hungry for cockmeat. She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans and then, very slowly, drew the zipper down, inch by inch. His fly gaped open in a wide triangle. He wore white cotton shorts and his cock pressed them up in a huge mound, like a ghostly prick wearing a sheet and rattling the chain of his desire.

Marlene blew her hot breath onto his cock.

She had longed for this moment so often, and now that it had arrived she was delaying, savoring the expectation. Her face was a mask of desire, eyes narrowed, lips parted. The pink tip of her tongue slid back and forth across her mouth.

Billy's cockhead was oozing preliminary cum. A wet patch appeared on his shorts.

"Ooooh," she sighed.

She slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his shorts and drew them down. She tucked them under his swollen nut-sac so that his whole vibrant cock was bared. She gazed at his prick with fascination.

His pecker towered up from his loins, the stalk fat and the knob flaring – a big mushroom-headed cock as hard as an iron bar and as hot as molten steel.

The tip was slippery with silvery cum.

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "My mouth is watering for your delicious cock."

She reached out and cupped his bloated balls in her hand. She squeezed gently, moving his hard nuts around inside the hairy sac. Her other hand folded around the root of his prick and stroked it up and down, moving just an inch or so at the base of his thick stalk.

"Don't come too quickly," she said. "Let me suck you for a long time before you shoot."

Billy couldn't guarantee that. He guessed that maybe this really was her first time with a young guy, since she thought he could hold his load back for very long.

But he could always come a second time – or a third, even. In the potency of his youth, Billy often jerked off three or four times in a row.

She blew on his cockhead.

Her head lowered and her tongue came out. Billy groaned. She licked at the air just an inch above his cock-knob, teasing him – and teasing herself, too.

She touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his dick lightly. His cockhead was slippery with cum. She drew her tongue back and sighed, savoring the taste of his jism on her taste buds for a moment.

"Yummy," she said.

Then she began licking his cockhead with long, fluid, slurping strokes. She worked her tongue all around the knob, laying the bloated slab with saliva and lapping up the spunk that was sliding from the parted cleft.

Her lips pursed, she kissed the tip of his dick lightly. Then her lips parted slowly and she took his cock into her mouth with her lips compressed around it.

Billy moaned softly. He had never felt anything as wonderful as the tight collar of her lips on his cockhead.

Sb sucked avidly.

Cum trickled onto her tongue.

She was drooling down his cock, her saliva running onto his balls. She had just his knob inside her mouth as she sucked merrily away, at first. Then she began to bob her head up and down, feeding almost the full length of his rock-hard prick into her face. Her lips worked down almost to his balls as she moved down, then unpeeled as she sucked back up to the throbbing head.

Her tongue flashed against the underside of his shaft and knob, swirling around his prick.

Billy stared down, watching her lips pull, watching his pecker vanish in her mouth, then emerge slippery with saliva and oozing cum onto her tongue.

She pulled her lips away. His knob popped from her mouth like a cork from a bottle.

Billy stared at her dumbly, terrified that she had had enough, that she was finished.

But she had merely decided to vary her technique.

She began to lick his balls, her nimble tongue gliding over and under the swollen cum-filled sac, and then she started running her tongue up his shaft from root to knob with long fluid slurps. Temporarily abandoned, his cockhead was flaring and smoking and foaming with juice.

Marlene fitted her lips to the underside of his cockshaft and ran them up and down as if she were playing a flute.

"I can't hold it much longer!" Billy wailed.

"Give it to me, then… fill my mouth with that hot cream, Billy… let me milk your balls and drink your sweet jism, you lovely boys."

She slipped his peckerhead into her mouth again and began to suck avidly while her head bobbed up and down. She ran his cock far back into her throat, the knob lodging in her gullet so that she gasped. Then she drew her tight lips up to the crown, sucking every inch as she went.

"Come, come, come…" she purred, speaking the word around a mouthful of meat.

Billy moaned and shifted, fucking her face as it went steadily up and down on his dick.

Then he was at the crest.

He wailed and his balls erupted. The thick cock-cream rushed up his shaft.

Suddenly Marlene's mouth was filled with cum.

"Ooooh!" she wailed.

She gulped the delicious cream down as fast as she could, making room for his second geyser. Billy lashed his jism into her mouth with gusto. As much as she was gulping, he poured such a load into her that her mouth overflowed. Cum bubbled from her lips and trickled in a thick ribbon down his stalk, then her lips slid down and gathered it up again.

Her cheeks hollowed in. She pulled on him with her lips and her tongue flashed back and forth. He shot a third spurt into her face, then sank back, his cockhead still pouring the cum out, but under less pressure now, laying the oil onto her tongue in a steady trickle.

She sucked ravenously, milking every drop of jism from his cock and swallowing it joyfully.

At last he was finished.

Marlene continued to suck until his cock began to soften and diminish in her mouth, and then she used her skillful tongue to gather up a few stray drops that had run down his shaft and onto his balls.

She leaned back, smiling with creamy lips, looking happy and contented.

"Oh, that was lovely," she whimpered. "I love to drink cum… I adore your sweet spunk, Billy."

She licked her lips.

"It was swell," he said.

She gazed thoughtfully at him for a moment, her tongue still gliding across her lips, although she had already lapped up every drop of jism.

"I really never did a thing like this before," she told him – as if that were important.

Then she gave a little shrug. She had stopped smiling. She reached down and tucked his cock back into his shorts and zipped him up. Then she kissed him affectionately on the mouth.

He had never been kissed by a cocksucker before, especially not directly after a cock had been sucked, but it was his cock so he didn't mind.

He said, "You can do it again, if you want."

She seemed to be considering it.

But then she said, "I'd better not."

"Well… anytime you want to do it again I mean, you don't have to pay me or nothing."

"Who knows?" she said.

She started the car and drove him back to the corner of Green and Broad. She said nothing all the way there, concentrating on driving the car, perhaps – or thinking about what she had done.

But when she drew up to the curb, she said, "I suppose I'll see you again, Billy. If you want me to."

"Oh, yeah!"

"I shouldn't… but I'd be silly to think that I won't want to do it again. Maybe next time I'll take you home with me. You can fuck my cunt, Billy. Would you like that? I could suck your cock first and then you could fuck me and shoot up my cunt and make me come, too."

Billy, dizzy at the thought, nodded dumbly. Marlene seemed to be getting inspired again by her own words. Billy half-expected her to drive right back to the elevated highway. She was squirming in the seat, but then she said, "I have to go now… I want to get home before my husband does."

Billy gulped.

She was married!

She had cuckolded her husband – in her mouth!

Somehow that was a very erotic thought. It made what they'd done seem even more wicked – and more desirable because it was so wicked.

He wondered if she would kiss her husband before she brushed her teeth. Maybe she wouldn't brush her teeth at all. She sure seemed to like the taste of cum and maybe she would want it to linger all day.

Billy got out of the car.

His cock was almost hard again and he knew that he was going to have to whack off about a dozen times that night while he remembered what happened.

Marlene smiled at him and drove off.

He sure hoped he would see her again.