Andrea's Sex Secrets (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Andrea's Sex Secrets

CHAPTER ONEAndrea pushed the breakfast dishes out of the way, lifted her thin summer robe and sat on the table in front of Rob. She pushed her robe open, put a foot on each side of his chair seat and casually fluffed up her sumptuous muff.He stared at her pretty pussy, at her hand moving idly over her mound. "A year ago when you started doing this, I thought it was pretty outlandish. Now, I look forward to it.""I like to do outlandish things, darling," she said with a soft, sexy chuckle. She smiled and smoothed his hair back, then put her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth gently toward her hairy slit. "Kiss my pussy, darling, show me how much you love it."He puckered up and gave her hot gash a sloppy kiss."Mmmmmm, that feels good." She slid one hand into her crotch with two fingers on each side, of her gash and pulled it open. "Lick my slit, darling.""You're the only girl I've ever known who said slit instead of pussy." He tongued her seam avidly, beguiled by his lusty desire and her bewitching allure.She rocked slowly back and forth on her ass and pressed her snatch harder to his mouth. "Good, darling, so good," she whispered. "I love the way you lick my cunt."She tangled her fingers in his hair and humped her ass faster, wiggling her crotch over his mouth, from the top of her gash to her asshole."Suck me, darling," she whispered passionately. "Put your mouth over my cunthole and suck my juice out."He alternated between sucking her hole lustily and fucking it with his tongue. He loved the ambrosial flavor of her essence and the way she talked to him. Her raunchy nature added a poignant sizzle to their sex life."I'm going to cum, darling," she moaned. "Get my clit, darling. Get it good and make me cum!"He concentrated his tongue directly on her erect clit, clinging to the cheeks of her lush ass and licking her spectacular, agitated stud vigorously, and she twitched and twisted turbulently as her climax seized her and transported her to the heights of ecstasy."Damn, that was good, darling," she whispered hotly. "You always lick me so well."She leaned over and unbuckled his belt, and he stood up and grinned and caressed the silky flesh on the inside of her bare thighs as she opened his pants and pushed them down. His cock sprang out, bouncing up and down, throbbing strongly, and she grabbed the stiff shaft with her fist and yanked it hard."Damn, sweetheart, don't pull the damn thing off," he muttered as he shuffled forward."Oh, darling, you know how fucking crazy I get when I see your hard cock! Put it in me, fuck me!"She rubbed the crown of his cock up and down her hot, wet slit, teasing both herself and him, pushed it down to her cunthole and hunched her ass forward, then wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled hard, driving his prick into her dripping cunt. She put her hands on his ass and pulled him closer still, as if trying to get his balls in with his cock."Ooohhh, God, lover, that's what I want! Now, fuck me, baby, fuck me before I go out of my fucking mind!"He paused to savor the way her superheated cunt felt around his prick. The sensation had no equal, a feeling to be remembered forever, no matter how often he fucked her. She tugged at him with her legs and squirmed her ass, urging him to get busy, and he started sawing his cock in and out slowly.She put her hands on his shoulders and held on as she looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, jerking her ass back and forth on the table, reveling in the glorious feeling of her husband's robust cock stretching her tender little cunt. It was so thick, and long enough to hit bottom every time he thrust into her, turning her twat into liquid fire. She hunched on his rod faster and moaned and her eyes rolled up slowly. Then she began to pant, like the little engine that could as it climbed the mountain. The more she moaned, the harder he fucked, and the harder he fucked, the louder she moaned."So good, darling, so good," she whimpered. "God, I love to fuck! Get it, baby! Get my cunt good!" She braced herself on her elbows, giving him the perfect angle to pound her pussy. "I'm almost there, baby, get me off!"He fucked her faster and harder, slamming his cock deep into her tight twat, hitting bottom with each lunge, and her heated snatch sapped his strength swiftly. He grabbed her big tits and twisted her stiff nipples, and she came with a rush and a roar.She fell back on the table, tightened her legs around his waist and locked her cunt muscles on his probing prong like in a velvet vise as her orgasm began deep in her sex channel and worked its way up her body in waves. The grand sensation traveled to her brain with lightning speed, then exploded in a thousand points of light.She sat up and grinned as if she had just won the gold in the hundred meter dash. "I really ; like to fuck, darling, more than I like to do most anything else.""As if I didn't know. The guys at the office wonder why I don't stop off after work and have a drink with them, and I always have to make some sort of excuse.""Just tell your boss that you have to hurry home and fuck your horny wife," she giggled. She slid off the table and knelt between his knees. His balls dangled between his thighs, below his stiff prick, and she slipped her left hand under them and held them in her palm. "Such big splendid balls, so full of tasty juice for me to enjoy." She squeezed his balls gently and licked the head of his cock. "Your cock is gorgeous," she said, her voice sultry with emotion. "The head looks like a big ripe plum." She stroked his long shaft with both hands and glanced up at him, then kissed the knob. "Which do you like best, a blow job, a hand job, or putting this pretty cock in a cunt and fucking a girl's brains out?"He chuckled. "All of the above! Which one are you going to do?""Oh, whatever," she replied flippantly. "I haven't decided yet. But don't worry, darling, I'll drain this lovely hunk of meat one way or the other."She reached up on the table and got his cup and took a drink of coffee and held the warm liquid in her mouth, then swallowed quickly and engulfed about half of his rod."Mmmmmm," he said, "you're just full of surprises. The coffee makes your mouth hotter than usual."She looked up at him and winked. "Didn't know you were marrying such a tigress, did you? Think you can handle her?""If I can't, I'll call in reinforcements."She chuckled sexily. "That's a fantasy we'll have to explore one of these days."She rubbed the head of his cock lightly over her lips, then held it in the palm of her left hand and squeezed ever so slightly with her right hand and pulled his prick with a slow, steady rhythm."Damn," he whispered, "you're a very handy girl to have around."She showed her appreciation of the pun by grinning at him, tightened the grip of her right hand around his shaft and jerked him faster.He grunted and lifted his ass off the chair to push his cock through her fist. She quickly removed her left hand from the head of his cock and cupped his balls and leaned over and took just the knob into her mouth as her right hand slid up and down his shaft more rapidly.She deliberately gobbled his cum noisily so he would know that she liked eating it. Near the end of his climax, she swallowed his whole rod, sucked out the last drops of his essence and pushed his cock out of her mouth with her tongue."Hmmmmmm, that's so tasty," she murmured. "Think that will hold you until tonight?""I'm sure it will, sweetheart. Thanks, this is a great way to start the day.""As long as you're a good boy," she teased, "we'll start every day this way."He hauled his pants up and kissed his amazing wife. "See you for dinner, sweetheart. If I'm a few minutes late, keep it warm for me.""I'll try to remember to keep dinner warm, too," she giggled. "Have a good day, darling, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.""That covers the waterfront," he quipped as he went out the door.Before she cleared the table, Andrea called her best friend."Honey, will you do me a favor? I always give Rob a nice piece of ass before he goes to work, but this morning he got up late and we didn't have time. Will you go by his office and fill in for me?""You're kidding," Jo-Jo said. "You shouldn't tease me, Andrea, you know how I feel about Rob.""That's why I called you, honey," Andrea replied. "If my best friend won't do me a special favor, who will?""Why don't you do it, he's your husband?""I have to be at the hair dresser's in an hour, honey, and I'll be there all morning. Why are you so reluctant? Knowing how you feel about Rob, I thought you'd jump at the chance, and since I'm asking you to do it, you know it won't piss me off.""I'm not reluctant, Andrea, I just don't know how Rob will react. I don't think he knows I exist. When I come over to visit, he barely notices me.""Oh, he knows you exist, honey," Andrea laughed, "and he notices you. He thinks you're a pretty slick chick. His words, not mine. I would have said that you're a real doll, but you get the idea.""If he thinks I'm such a slick chick, why hasn't he ever said so?""Because," Andrea said, "he's a gentleman, honey, and a gentleman doesn't make passes at his wife's girlfriends. Will you do it?""This isn't a joke, you really want me to go to his office and give him a blow job? Maybe you're testing him, or setting him up for a nasty divorce or something, and I'll be right in the middle of it.""No joke, honey," Andrea replied, "and I'm not testing him or setting him up for a divorce, nasty or otherwise. You can be right in the middle of it, but I wouldn't let him get away from me for anything in the world.""Why now," Jo-Jo said, "and why me?""This is more difficult than I thought it would be. About a year ago, I started sending him off to work with his cock drained. At first, he thought it was pretty outlandish, but he got used to it pretty quickly and now he really looks forward to it. This is the first time we haven't had time, and if one of us doesn't do it, he's going to have blue balls all day, and I don't have time. If I cancel my hair appointment, I'll have to wait a week for another one, and my hair looks terrible. Will you do it or not?""Your hair never looks terrible, and yes, I'll do it. But if I find out this is some sort of trick and Rob throws me out of his office, I'll never speak to you again.""Oh, he won't throw you out, honey, and we'll be even better friends than before."CHAPTER TWOThere were three empty visitor parking spots between two cars, and Jo-Jo still had trouble getting into one without banging into another car. She came so close to changing her mind and going back home. Andrea was right, this was outlandish, and she didn't know why she let herself get suckered into it.But she had bathed and powdered and perfumed and dressed especially for the occasion, so she might as well at least stop in and say hello to Rob. Saying hello didn't obligate her to doing what Andrea wanted.She got out of the car, remembered to lock it, and smoothed down the miniskirt of her white linen suit. She seldom wore a bra and often didn't wear panties, but today she felt awfully exposed without at least one piece of underwear. She shouldn't have thought of the word piece, it reminded her why she was there, and made her more nervous.The high heels of her white summer sandals clacked loudly as she walked down the tiled hall to the elevators, and she wondered why she had chosen fuck-me shoes. Why not nice sensible pumps with medium heels? They would make her legs look just as good and wouldn't give the wrong impression.She stabbed the elevator button for Rob's floor and stood against the back of the car, staring at the ceiling. She didn't remember ever looking up when she was riding in an elevator. If someone asked her later what the ceiling of the car looked like, she wouldn't be able to tell them. She hoped that no one else got on before she reached Rob's floor. They could take one look at her and know she was on her way to brighten up some guy's day with a terrific piece of ass.She stabbed the stop button, then immediately stabbed the start button. Why shouldn't she fuck Rob? She was a terrific piece of ass, if she did say so herself, and she was only doing what Andrea asked.Why did Andrea ask her to visit Rob this way? Did she lie, was she up to something that wasn't merely outlandish, but nefarious as well? She didn't think Andrea had ever lied to her about anything, but how could she be sure? Suppose Rob thought it was a joke and told her to be on her way? She'd been rejected before and it hadn't destroyed her ego, but being rejected by Rob would. She reached for the stop button, but before she could touch it, the car stopped and the doors opened.She went down the hall with her heart in her mouth, beating a mile a minute, and entered Rob's office before she could change her mind.Rob's secretary was a woman who looked to be in her forties. It was hard to tell. Her long shapeless dress looked as if it came off the bargain rack of a secondhand store, she wasn't wearing a trace of make-up, her hair was pulled into a bun on the back of her head-Jo-Jo assumed there was a lot of it, the bun was pretty big-and her big glasses with black plastic frames gave her an owlish look. The sign on her desk said her name as Edith Novak.Jo-Jo couldn't decide if Edith's hair was black or brown, something in between, or neither, with a few streaks of gray thrown in to confuse the situation even more. In any case, she was sure Rob could do better-until she realized that Edith's fingers were flying over her computer keyboard so fast, they looked blurry. Well, she might be as efficient as they come, but she certainly wasn't pretty enough to preside over a vice president's outer office. In Jo-Jo's opinion, anyway.Edith's fingers continued to fly over the keyboard as she looked up and said, "May I help you?""Yes, I'm Jo-Jo Howard, and I'd like to see Mr. Kirby on a personal matter, a very important personal matter."Edith's fingers didn't miss a stroke as she said, "You don't have an appointment."How does she do that? Maybe she's just typing gibberish, trying to look busy to impress the boss. Jo-Jo put on a saccharine smile. Damn it, woman, this is hard enough for me already, don't make it worse! "I'm a personal friend, not a business associate. Please tell Mr. Kirby that I'm here and ask if he'll see me."Edith stopped pummeling the keyboard, picked up the phone and punched a button. "Yes, there's a Miss Howard here. Says she's a personal friend, and wants to know if you'll see her." She put down the phone and smiled for the first time. "He said if I let you get away, he'll skin me alive, so you'd better get in there. I like my skin."You 're probably the only one, Jo-Jo said to herself. She gave the dowdy secretary a weak smile, then turned and hurried to the door of Rob's office before her feet got any colder.Rob met Jo-Jo at the door with a big smile and an extended hand. "Hello, Jo-Jo, this is a pleasant surprise. Come in, come in, would you like a cup of coffee?""Yes, thank you," she said, "black, no sugar.""Same way I take mine, the only way to enjoy the true taste of good coffee. Edith, two coffees, please."He seated her on the couch in front of his desk and sat across the coffee table from her, in a large leather chair. "You seem uptight, Jo-Jo. Do I make you nervous?"She laughed nervously. "Yes," she said."I like your honesty." He leaned back in his chair and looked at her steadily. "The man who used to have this job took his coffee so thick you could barely pour it. He said there was no such thing as strong coffee, only weak people. He liked strong people. So do I."Jo-Jo looked at him and smiled. She didn't think he expected her to reply. She didn't know what to say in any case."You look fabulous, as usual, Jo-Jo, and I know I'm stepping over the line, but I have to say it. You look good enough to eat."He had opened the door a crack, and she knew what to say now. "There is no line between me and you, Rob," she said softly, then chuckled sexily, "but you'd better have a big appetite." She made no effort to keep her short skirt from riding up and exposing most of her thigh as she crossed her legs and idly swung her foot."So, what motivated you to brighten up my day?""I like your office," she said, ducking the question until Edith brought the coffee and got out of the way."One of the perks of the job," Rob said, not pushing her, figuring she had something to say that she didn't want anybody to hear."Your secretary doesn't seem to go with the rest of the decor.""Don't let the way she dresses fool you. She's a lot more than she appears, and she's also the most efficient secretary I've ever had." He cocked his head and arched one eyebrow slightly. "But you didn't come all the way down her to discuss my secretary.""Just making an observation. One of the advantages of being a well-off young widow is not having to answer to a boss. If I want to visit a handsome friend during the day, I don't have to ask for time off."He supposed she would get around to the purpose of her visit eventually, and he was in no hurry. Even if he had a heavy schedule, which he didn't, he would take the time to enjoy the company of a one of the most desirable girls he knew, next to his wife, of course."I didn't know your late husband. Andrea said he was killed in an accident.""Yes, mountain climbing," Jo-Jo said. "He was a daredevil, Rob, impulsive and irresponsible, with too much testosterone for his own good.""A man without testosterone isn't a man.""And a girl without a temper is a dud in bed, not worthy of a real man, but his gonads ruled him. He climbed without a partner or ropes, and it caught up with him. If the mountain hadn't, some jealous husband probably would have. He spent more time in other beds than he did ours. He didn't believe in insurance, in leaving a rich widow so some another guy could live it up on his money with his wife, as he put it. Fortunately, about six months before he killed himself, one of our credit card companies offered a two million dollar accident policy for twenty bucks a month, and I took it. The insurance company balked, but the coroner ruled his death an accident, so they had to pay. I can't live high on the hog, but I do okay.""Sounds like you've got a good head on your shoulders.""Not all the time, I married him.""Okay," he chuckled, "you've got a pretty head on your shoulders.""I didn't think you noticed."Edith served the coffee, gave Jo-Jo a scrutinizing look before she left, and Jo-Jo had the impression that Edith knew why she was there."Okay," Rob said, "you've beat around the bush until Edith served the coffee, now tell me why you're here. Not that I mind a visit from a pretty girl, but you didn't come here to talk about the weather or your late husband.""You're very perceptive. Andrea asked me to come." Jo-Jo picked up her cup and took a sip of coffee. "She said she didn't have time to blow you this morning before you left for work, and asked me to fill in for her so you wouldn't have blue balls all day."Rob looked stunned and nearly choked on his coffee. "What?""I know it sounds wacky, Rob, like I'm playing a practical joke or something, but I'm not. From what she said, I gather that you get a little bit every morning at the breakfast table. Which I think is a super ritual, a marvelous way to start the day. If you don't believe Andrea asked me to come here and take care of you, why don't you call her? She said she wasn't playing a practical joke."The intercom buzzed and Rob reached over and picked up the phone."Your wife is on the phone," Edith said, "and she says it's important that she talk to you right now.""Perfect timing," Rob said, giving Jo-Jo a searching look as he punched the button to connect his wife. "Yes, sweetheart, what's so important?""Is Jo-Jo there yet?""Yes," Rob replied, "what's this all about?""I called her right after you left and told her a little white lie, that we didn't have time for our morning ritual before you left for work, and asked her to come by and give you a nice blow job."Rob looked at Jo-Jo, and she uncrossed her legs and sat with them open. Her short skirt barely came below her navel, and he could see all the way to the promised land."Okay," he said to Andrea, "that explains the what, but not the why."