Back Booth Wives (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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Back Booth Wives

CHAPTER ONEEve Drumm put her tennis racket into the locker and wearily lowered herself onto the bench in front of it. Three grueling sets with the pro of the Green Valley Country Club had left her tired and hot. Now she faced the prospect of a hot shower and then the drive home, where she would have to begin thinking about preparing dinner for her husband, Bob.Screw it, she thought, shuddering at the schedule. Maybe I'll have myself a nice, hot shower and then a few drinks at the bar. I'll call Bob and tell him he's got to take me out to dinner tonight. He can't be all that much in love with my cooking.Eve pulled off her tennis shoes and tossed them into the locker, then turned around on the bench so that she could lie out on it full length and allow herself to stop perspiring. No one else was in the ladies' locker room and she found herself dozing as she waited to take her shower. Her drowsy state was ended abruptly by a slam of the door leading outside and the rasping clatter of golf spikes on the cement floor. Eve opened her eyes but remained stretched out on the bench. The women-two of them, to judge by the sounds of their spikes-clattered into the bay of lockers adjoining the one where Eve lay."That was a pretty good round," one of the women said. Eve immediately recognized the voice as that of Gloria Haye. ""There's nothing like luck," came the reply. Eve recognized this voice too; it belonged to Rhoda Weston, one of her best friends. "When you came in so strong with that iron, I just had to roll in a twenty foot putt. That ball couldn't have stayed out of the hole, no matter what!"Eve lifted her head and started to make a wisecrack but then choked it off, deciding to remain quiet and attempt to recapture the drowsy feeling which had felt so comfortable."And speaking of balls and holes, have you been by the club lately?" she heard Gloria ask. The tone of Gloria's voice changed abruptly and it was clear that the question conveyed a veiled meaning, though Eve had no idea what she meant."Not for about a week," Rhoda answered. "It's about time I was making that scene, though. Fred's let his battery run down and I've got to get him revved up. Why? Have you been there lately?""Have I ever!" Gloria replied. "I was there yesterday, in fact.""Any luck?""Divine!""Tell me about it," Rhoda urged. Eve was now listening intently. She could not tie the words she had overheard to anything she knew about, though it was fairly clear that the subject was intensely interesting to the women. "Fred," she gathered, referred to Fred Weston, Rhoda's husband. Their tone of voice suggested that the topic of conversation was sex; Eve knew from her own experience that both Rhoda and Gloria were extremely outspoken on the subject and had no hesitation about discussing any aspect of sexuality. Even though she realized all this, Eve still could not comprehend the conversation she was overhearing. She again considered making her presence known but then turned it down; she could not imagine that either Gloria or Rhoda would speak in private in a way that differed from the way they would talk if they were standing directly before her. Besides, the talk sounded interesting and she wanted to hear more."All right," Gloria said in response to Rhoda's demand to know more. "Imagine this: a GI, off for Vietnam, just a kid. Couldn't have been over nineteen or twenty; I don't even know how he could get in the place to start with.""They don't bother much with ID's," Rhoda commented. "Thank God for that," Gloria agreed. "Anyway, it was just wonderful!""Big?""Lord, about like this," Gloria replied. Apparently she made a gesture to indicate what she had meant, because Rhoda grunted appreciatively. "And really ready! I mean, it didn't take but just a minute or two and there it was, just a flood!""God, I'd like to get one like that," Rhoda muttered. "I think I'm going tomorrow maybe. Want to go along?""I can't. Steve and I are leaving for the lake about noon. We're going to spend a couple of days down there.""I'll think about you," Rhoda promised. "Look, I've got to run. I'm not going to shower. I'll wait till I get home.""Me too," Gloria said.They must have been changing their shoes as they talked, Eve decided, because they left the locker room shortly afterward. She lay on the bench and pondered the conversation she had overheard. Try as she would, she could make nothing of it and the mystery remained as thick as ever when finally she sat up and began stripping down and getting ready for her shower.It was clear that the activities at the club were somehow related to what Rhoda had said about "revving up" Fred's battery. Eve knew Fred well 'but she could not see any connection between the two. From the way Rhoda had talked, Eve would have supposed that she somehow meant that she wanted to put more vigor into Fred's sexual drive. But that made no sense; she knew only too well that Fred was thirty-two and she had always supposed that he was at the very peak of his sexual drive. Certainly Rhoda continually gave that impression. She needed only a little encouraging to describe in intimate detail the latest bout of orgiastic frenzy she had enjoyed with her tall, slender husband; she readily proclaimed that Fred had a full nine inches of prick and that the diameter matched the length. She also freely described the various ways in which Fred used that monumental tool, going into a detail that usually left Eve feeling very envious. Bob, her own husband, lacked the phenomenal physical equipment which Rhoda so enthusiastically described and he also lacked the fierce, burning desire to join his flesh with Eve's which Rhoda attributed to her own husband.Eve gave up trying to fathom the cryptic conversation, resolving to ask Rhoda about it the next time they were alone together. She had no doubt that her friend would freely admit everything and tell her the full story. Thus confident of having the mystery solved, Eve picked up her towel and headed for the shower room. Once she was under the stinging hot spray, however, the central question returned and she grew irritated at herself for continuing to worry about it. Her thoughts naturally led her to think about her own relations with Bob."I guess maybe his battery could stand a little charge," she had to admit as she considered the situation and allowed the water to course over her body. "When was he in me last? Sunday? No, I washed my hair that night. Umm, my God! Was it last Wednesday? A full week ago? I hadn't realized that! And there was a time when he had to have it right after breakfast and then again before dinner!"Eve blushed with shame when she saw clearly how casual the relationship between her and her husband had become. They had been married for almost seven years and while she had always heard that it was natural for husband and wife to allow their enthusiasm for each other to diminish as they grew more accustomed to each other and gradually slaked the fierce, burning lust which had originally brought them together. Even making allowances for that, she decided, neither she nor Bob should have allowed their sexual live to grow so spasmodic.At twenty-eight, Eve had a healthy appetite for sexual pleasure and she believed that Bob, only a year older, should also still have virtually all the interest in sex which he had earlier shown. Why, then, should their celebration of fleshly lust have dwindled so remarkably?"Am I getting sloppy, going to fat?" Eve asked herself, knowing immediately that this was not the answer. "No, I wear the same size of clothes I wore when we were married. Except for the bras, of course; and there I've gained a size. And they're not floppy either: look at those nipples stand out!"Eve took a great deal of pride in her breasts and any observer would have admitted that the pride was entirely justified. Full and firm, the scarlet-tipped globes proudly rose from her chest in sensuous swells. The nipples, full and dark, aimed slightly off center and tilted slightly upward. Her hands moved over the full, shapely globes and she involuntarily shuddered; the nipples were exquisitely sensitive and responded to the slightest touch. Eve also knew that her trim waist, her taut, flat belly and her full hips could fully measure up to any man's expectations. The long, smoothly tapering line of her thighs further testified to her excellent physical condition. The full, bushy mat of dark brown fur crowning the swelling love mound between those thighs bespoke a full, mature womanhood and the thick-lipped, generously proportioned slit running below it harbored flesh which could instantly spring into full, vigorous life.Whatever might be the explanation for the curious way in which Bob and Eve Drumm had allowed their sexual life to deteriorate, it could not be found in Eve's appearance. Furthermore, she told herself as she rinsed the lather off her body, the fault was not in Bob's appearance either. A tall, wide-shouldered man, he too kept himself in excellent physical condition. So far as she, could tell, both she and her husband were still extremely attractive people.Eve intermittently thought of the matter as she dressed and wandered into the country club's bar, where she ordered a double martini and then carried it to a table from which she could look out over the rolling hills surrounding the club. After she had finished her drink, without coming any closer to an understanding of the problem between herself and her husband, she ordered another and used the telephone at the bar. She dialed Bob's office and got him; he proved quite amenable to her suggestion that they eat out that night."I'll pick you up from work," she said, remembering that he had driven into town with a neighbor that morning. "About six? Good."She hung up the phone and carried her drink back to the table. Another double martini, she fully realized, would dangerously stretch her ability to control her car over the winding road leading into the city but she dismissed the thought with a shrug. After all, she told herself, it wasn't that long ago that only a single martini put her into a tipsy, uncertain condition! Perhaps she was raising her resistance level to alcohol."What if I turned out like that poor Marge Dolan?" she asked herself as she sipped at the clear, icy, pungently flavored gin. "She's never sober. But then she's never drunk either; I guess she sort of lives in that limbo. Somebody said once that she drinks a quart of gin every day. I wouldn't be surprised."Is that what you're aiming for, Eve? Are you going to be another one of those barren wives, unable to have children or do anything else worthwhile? So that you can drown your brain in gin and pickle your liver? Uggh! There must be something better than that."There were times when Eve acutely wished that she and Bob had been able to have children, times like these, when she felt desperately useless. But then there were other times when she was much happier to have missed the responsibilities and headaches that seemed to go along with having children and rearing them. Eve nursed her drink along until five-thirty, at which time she left the club and drove into town. She had to wait outside Bob's office building for a few minutes but that was because she was early. He emerged promptly at six and they drove over to a small, quiet restaurant where they had their dinner. Eve had another martini before dinner, as well as a brandy afterward, and by the time they left the restaurant to drive home she was feeling very loose and easy."Why don't you drive us home?" she asked gaily, handing Bob her car keys. "You drive and I'll put a heavy make on you all the way home!""That's a winner," Bob laughed as he helped her into the car.Eve took heart from his answer and decided that she would carry out her promise, even though she had adopted a playful tone in making it. If he was so willing, she told herself, then perhaps this might be the beginning of a renewal of their old passion for one another. She waited until he had started the engine and then slid over next to him, placing her right hand on his lap and boldly feeling for his prick."Hey, you were really serious!" Bob said as he backed the car out of the restaurant's parking lot."Of course I was. Hey, remember that time I sucked you off while we were driving to Canada? On the throughway?""Yeah, I remember," Bob replied, twisting slightly, as though he was uneasy at the thought. "You're not going to do that now, are you? I mean, somebody might see us!""Why not? It's dark outside; nobody'd be able to see into the car," Eve said as she fumbled with the zipper to his trousers and then opened them. "Damn! You've got those briefs on! I'll never be able to get your cock out while you're driving!""Just hang on a little," he told her. "We'll be home soon enough and then you can have a go at it if you want to."Eve contented herself with massaging his heavy prick through the thin knit of his underwear. She could feel the organ warming to her touch, growing steadily and becoming firmer; the knowledge that she could still have this effect upon him filled her with warm pride. Even so, she also realized that five years ago Bob would never have thought about anyone seeing her if she had wanted to love his prick while they were driving. In fact, she suspected, had she proposed such an act he would have been only too ready to have stopped the car and removed his underwear in order for her to have even freer access to his flesh.This realization cooled her ardor considerably, though she still felt a warm glow of lust between her thighs. She briefly considered lifting her own dress and removing her panties, in order for him to caress her hot-lipped pussy with his free hand, but when she saw that she would have to relinquish her grasp of his prick in order to make this possible she decided against it. The feel of his prick, the warm heaviness of his balls, the pleasure of having him in her fingers was too much to give up.They hurried out of the car when they arrived back at their apartment. Eve beat Bob to the apartment and she wondered, as she waited for him to open the door, whether his slow pace was a reflection of his reluctance to complete the act which she had begun. Once inside the apartment, she turned to him expectantly and he gathered her close to him."Let's do it right now," Eve urged, rubbing her lower body against his in a way that openly proclaimed her need. "God, I need it! I want to feel your cock cutting my cunt apart!""Let's get into bed," he suggested, returning the rub in a way that brought his prick, now harder than ever, against her love mound in an exciting fashion.Eve turned and allowed herself to be led into the bedroom. She began undressing but, as her fingers moved over the buttons, zippers, hooks and eyes, she nostalgically remembered an afternoon just after they had been engaged. Bob had come by her bachelor girl apartment and she had greeted him totally naked. They had made love standing in the foyer, with Eve supporting herself by her arms, which she had placed around his neck; she had wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to unzip his trousers, bring out the stiff cock and aim it up into the hot, moist mouth of her cunt. Apparently those carefree days of youthful abandon were gone forever, she told herself, and the realization took some of the cutting edge off her sexual desire.In spite of her diminished eagerness, she found that the mere sight of Bob's cock inflamed her with more passion. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her panties as she watched him strip down the briefs, exposing the lust-darkened shaft which was nearly erect. Conceiving a sudden impulse to have him in her mouth, she leaped forward to kneel at his feet; holding her hands behind her, she looked up and smiled."I'm a captive slave girl," she said, giving in to the sudden fancy and allowing her imagination to run wild. "You're making me pay homage to your cock!"There had been a time, just before their marriage and for a few years afterward, when Eve had delighted in assuming various roles during their love play. She loved, for example, to pretend that she was again a high school girl and that she was losing her virginity; they had gone through that routine so many times that she remembered her part by rote. At other times she had assumed whatever role her whimsical fancy had dictated and Bob willingly fell into line.Now, however, he seemed far less willing to comply. To be sure, he thrust his prick into her mouth and fucked himself in and out for a moment but he said nothing. Eve could see that he would much have preferred that they get onto the bed and conclude the act they had begun. The realization again dulled the sharp edge of her lust and she took her mouth away from him after only a moment of the pleasure. "Let's get up on the bed," she said, trying to cover her disappointment. "Want to try a little sixty-nine?""You've still got the sweetest pussy in town," Bob loyally replied, and this time he was quicker to accept her suggestion.Eve stretched out above him, settling her loins into place over his face and again taking his swollen cock into her mouth. Though not exceptionally long, the tool bulged out to an agreeable thickness and she knew that it would be capable of dilating the mouth of her cunt to the fullest, delivering solid sensations of passionate joy to her. She worked the loose foreskin back and forth with her right hand as she fondled his heavy balls with the fingers of her left hand; her tongue and lips played a game with the flaring rim of his prick, concentrating upon the extra tender portions of the instrument.Bob dutifully licked the thick lips of her pussy, extending his tongue to probe the juicy inner surfaces of her hot, tingling flesh and to explore the sensitive inner mouth of her cunt. Eve squeezed his head gently with her thighs and pressed her loins against his face. She could feel the hot, searing passion mounting higher in her body and she worked herself against his mouth more fervently, hoping to get herself even more excited. Perhaps, she thought with a rush of jubilation, she would even be able to make herself come this way; if she could have at least one climax behind her when Bob rolled her over and stuffed his swollen cock into her tight cunt she might be able to get another of those long, rolling, paralyzing orgasms which had sometimes come her way earlier in their marriage."Come on, honey, let's get it on," Bob said impatiently, pulling his mouth away from her and tugging at her body. "I want to get my cock up your cunt and shoot!"Eve sighed, realizing that she would not be able to realize her dream, but at least he was willing to fuck. That was more than could be said for him many times and she was in no mood to pass up the opportunity thus offered, even if she could have conceived of more desirable ways to pass the time. She scrambled off him and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide and reaching down to open the feverish, tingling lips of her pussy. Even the touch of her fingers sent another blast of lusty delight through her body and made her all the readier to have Bob coming over her, filling her cunt with his thick tool."Ahh, that's beautiful," she sighed as he placed the head of his cock in her cunt's mouth and settled into place. "Make it last, Bob, I could fuck you forever tonight!""I'll last," he said, reaching down to grasp her tightly clenched buttocks and gathering her closer to him. "You just work that cunt!"There had been a time when he had been so eager to get into her that he would begin coming as soon as he felt the tight, sweaty mouth of her cunt slip around the head of his prick. Those days were gone forever, Eve realized; now Bob could pump forever, it seemed, and even then might get only a small dribble of thin, weak sperm at his climax. That also worried Eve: she fondly remembered the great, gushing spouts of thick, steaming gruel which his balls had produced at an earlier stage of his life and she longed to have him experience another of those interminable climaxes which left her so full of his seed.Bob fucked with a slow, mechanical drive, working his prick in and out of Eve's cunt with short but deliberate strokes. He shifted his hips from side to side occasionally to direct his prick into a different portion of Eve's cunt; she answered with quivering, ecstatic twists of her loins that made her cunt caress his prick with its slippery surface. She raised her legs slightly, settling them higher about his body, so as to allow him to probe deeper into her teeming hole. The extra sensation quickly brought her passion to the boiling point and she began to fuck with churning rolls of her hips, as if she were eager to bring on the approaching climax. When it struck she was transformed, becoming a shrieking, gyrating bit of womanhood totally conscious of her throbbing clitoris. Bob continued to pump his prick rhythmically and long after Eve had ceased her frantic movements, he felt his balls dissolve and shoot upward through his prick. The few spurts were quickly over and then he turned over to lie beside Eve, spent for the evening.CHAPTER TWOIt was almost a week after she had overheard Rhoda and Gloria talking in the country club's locker room before Eve could manage to ask her friend about the conversation. Finally the moment came; they had concluded a tennis match and were cooling off with a gin and tonic on the club's sweeping terrace. No one was within earshot, as Eve determined with a quick look around her, and she put the question to Rhoda, after explaining how she had happened to overhear them talking."No, I understand and I don't hold it against you," Rhoda said when Eve had made her explanation. "Actually, you shouldn't have overheard it at all; we were extremely careless that afternoon. It's not the sort of thing that I'd like to become public knowledge.""That doesn't explain it," Eve said, mystified by Rhoda's uncharacteristic reticence. "I mean, if you'd rather not go into it I'll certainly accept that. I'm sure our friendship will stand the strain.""No, I'll tell you about it," Rhoda promised, looking around to make sure that they were entirely alone. "Actually I'd feel better about it anyway. I've always hated frauds and phonies so much, and here I've been putting on an act myself that would top them all!""I don't understand you at all," Eve commented. "I'd always believed that you were quite open.""Only in some areas," Rhoda said with a wry smile. "To tell the truth, things between Fred and me aren't quite the way I describe them. I mean, they're that way and then they aren't.""I'm still lost," Eve confessed."It's not that he doesn't have this super cock, he does. And it's not that he doesn't use it in all the ways I've told you about; he does that too.""What is it, then?""Well, he isn't quite as ready to use his cock as I make him out to be," Rhoda confessed. "Once I get him in the mood he's as hot and lively as ever but getting him into the mood, that takes a little doing.""I've got a feeling that I know just what you're talking about," Eve blurted out. "But it's your story; go on with it.""It's what I call the thirties blahs," Rhoda explained. "I mean, it seems that when a guy passes thirty, or thereabouts, he seems to lose a lot of the vim and vigor that he used to have.""Yes, I know just what you mean."