At the moment of truth, I pulled her legs up around me and pushed my tool
in
to the hilt. Pat screamed and lunged. I was gasping like a fish out of
water
as I gushed my juice into her. She breathed a deep sigh of utter contentment.
"Lets get in the shower."
In the shower, we let the warm water splatter on us while Pat fondled my
balls. Soon I was fully erect once more. "Scrub my back," she giggled.
This
gave me other ideas. While scrubbing her shoulders and back with one hand,
I
greased my shaft with some of her baby oil, which was sitting on a shelf
at
the edge of the shower stall. Seizing her by the shoulders, I bent her
forward and started shoving my rod up her rear entrance. At first, she
pretended to hate this back fucking and begged me to stop, although she
made
no real effort to get away. After I had finished reaming her bottom, we
had
another splended front end fucking with me sitting on the commode and Pat
straddling my joint.
As all good things do, our little balling session came to an end. Now I
was
curious. "Tell me somthing, Pat," I prompted. "How long did you have it
planned to make it with me?"
"Oh, it wasn't you especially," she answered shyly. "It was all a bet.
I had
a bet that I could get the first man I met on the street to screw me. It
was
just a coincidence that I saw you walking down the street."
"Are you kidding?" I asked dubiously. "A bet? What makes you so damn sure
of
collecting? What makes you think this person won't just give you the horselaugh
and say, "well done'?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure of collecting my money," Pat replied. "You see,
the
person I bet was your wife."
"My wife?" I stormed back at her. "You bitch ! I ought to kill you."
"But you won't," she answered. "Tee-hee, you're so cute when you're mad.
The
bet was for 50 dollars, by the way."
I fumed and spat and cussed, but I paid. Now, as I look back in retrospect,
50 bucks was a small price to pay for what I had always figured to be the
hottest, juiciest and tightest piece of ass in town.