Bill and the Red Lettuce

With that, Bonnie unsnapped her shirt the rest of the way, and the tops of her sweet white freckled breasts came into full view, set off by a lacy black bra. Her globes heaved as she almost panted with excitement, her red curls hanging down, riding the movement of her chest.

"Like 'em, cowboy?"

In response, Bill let out his breath and rubbed his growing cock through his jeans. He was turned toward her, leaning back slightly and his right ankle lying on his left knee.

"I've been practicing all weekend, Bill. Can I show you what I've learned?"

Bill just nodded dumbly, too awed to speak.

In the dimness of the pickup, Bill watched Bonnie's hands moving sensuously over her bra, tweaking nipples and pressing upward, her hands overflowing with soft flesh. Her left leg came up fully onto the seat, her boot nearly touching Bill's knee. Bonnie's right hand gingerly raised the hem of her skirt until Bill could see the matching black panties she wore, accented by white thighs. With a huge sigh, Bonnie slipped her hand into her panties and began to finger herself.

Bill was uncomfortable now. He was completely hard, of course, and his tight jeans were giving him fits. Bonnie opened her eyes and saw his predicament.

"Why don't you drop those jeans and show me your cock, cowboy."

He didn't wait for a second invitation. In a matter of seconds, Bill had himself in hand, and his ability to speak had returned.

"Honey, I thought about you all weekend. I must have jacked off 6 times. When you didn't call, that just made me think about you more. Baby, you look so good fingering yourself. I hope it's my tongue doing that job some day. I could eat you for an hour.

Bonnie had her eyes mostly open now, watching Bill's hand moving at a medium pace, bringing his cock to the point where they were on about the same level of stimulation.

"If you come, you're gonna have a mess to clean up," she joked.

That gave Bill an idea. Maybe he could save his clothes and get a peek at the real thing, the pink treasure she had between her legs.

"Sweetie, give me your panties to cum in. They're wet now anyway, and you won't wanta keep them on. Besides, you're seeing more of me than I'm seeing of you now."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow and looked skeptical, but in a second, she sighed and pulled the undies off, tossed them to Bill, and went back to fingering her clit. Bill could see that she'd taken his advice and trimmed her red bush. It was a beautiful delta now, pointing to the place he so wanted to go. The light was dim, but Bonnie's flesh was so white that Bill could easily make out her inner lips and the dark hole her fingers were dipping into.

Bill took her offered panties and put them to his nose and lips. God she was sweet! At last, his senses full of her, he wrapped her panties around his cock and began pumping again, trying to keep pace with her.

Bonnie began to squirm, her head flopping like he'd seen it do on Friday, and Bill understood that she was close to orgasm. She was pushing her fingers downward over her clit and then plunging them into her depths. In the end, Bonnie concentrated fully on her clit and finished with a guttural sound that Bill was almost afraid someone would hear. As she squirmed, Bill unloaded into her panties, his hips bucking and a low groan coming from deep in his chest. Bill and Bonnie's eyes were locked on each other as they came.

Bill recovered first. He wiped his cock with the panties and, leaning across the seat, he held them to her face.

"This is us. This is what we smell like together. Take a deep breath and remember this smell."

Bonnie obeyed, her hand still lingering in her pussy. Bill kissed her deeply, leaning over her, his half-hard cock dragging a small trail of cum across her exposed abdomen.

"When can I see you again?" Bill asked. "And by the way, I'm keeping the panties."

-----

They met once more that week, and then over the next few days, reality began to sink in for Bonnie. She was at a crossroads. Maybe she had already crossed the line and didn't know it.

A relationship is like a shark. It has to keep moving forward, or it dies. Her marriage was more or less a dead shark. And this new thing with Bill, was it a relationship? If it was, she knew it had to progress or wither. (Do sharks wither, she mused?) If she continued to see him, he would be eating her pussy before she knew it, and then he'd be fucking her. There was no doubt about it. Even now, she wanted his tongue teasing her clit, and she could picture that nice cock pushing up inside her, making her feel that joy she had lost years ago. True, it was a carrot of a cock, not a cucumber, but it was still very nice. And it had been very hard, just for her. She was gratified that he had desired her so much that his cock stood up straight and tall. It was a lovely cock, and she wanted it in her mouth and pussy.

But did she want it enough to bear the consequences? Sure, it was fine for Bill. He had no wife to worry about. But she could lose her marriage and have her life destroyed by this new love. And it wasn't really love, was it? It was pure lust. Was that enough reason to risk your marriage?

Bonnie stopped by the sandwich shop at lunchtime early the next week, bought a sliced turkey on whole wheat, and drove to the local park. While she ate, she tried to analyze the problem like she would a problem at work. What are the benefits and risks? What were the best and the worst possible outcomes? On the one hand, she was loving the sex, limited in scope though it was. On the other hand, going through a messy divorce was one of the most devastating experiences a person could suffer. On the other hand, she couldn't face a marriage devoid of sex and closeness for the rest of her life. On the other hand (by this time, she was running out of hands), her life could be destroyed by continuing on with Bill. She had to talk to someone. A girlfriend was out of the question, since she didn't trust any of the bitches in the office. Her husband was out, obviously. That left Bill, who was hardly a disinterested party, but he was her only real choice.

"Bill, it's me. Can we talk sometime soon? Just talk, you know?"

"Sure, Me. When and where?"

"Can you meet me at Cole Park at lunch tomorrow? You know where that is?"

"Yeah. Okay. How about 12:30, in that lot by the duck pond."

"Fine. I'll bring sandwiches."

Bill was already there when Bonnie arrived. She opened the front passenger door of the pickup and got in. She leaned over and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. He looked her in the eyes.

"I'll bet you're gonna say you're worried. You don't want to get your marriage all snarled up, and if you keep seeing me, things are gonna get messy," said Bill.

Bonnie stared at him, the words practically taken out of her mouth.

"God, you're good," she said. "And I don't just mean sexually. Have you been tuning in on my brain waves?"

"It's just the logical thing. We men are very logical, ya know."

"Well, what am I gonna do? Sure, I'd love to let you tongue me till Tuesday. I'd like to open my pink pussy and have you fill me up and play ice cream cone with my tits. I'd like to ride you like a horse. Problem is I have this other life, and doing that could cost me big-time. If I keep seeing you, you're gonna get into my pants, and then my life will unravel."

"You don't wear pants that much, and maybe you wouldn't like sex with me anyway. Maybe my tongue wouldn't feel that good on your clit, and maybe my cock would leave you cold. We could just try it once and then you'd know for sure," he joked. She wasn't buying it.

"Quit goofing around. This is serious," Bonnie replied, her eyes trailing down to his crotch.

"Hon, you've gotta do what's best for you. I want you, there's no doubt about that. You're the only one I've got in my sights. If you say we have to stop, I'll just go back to satisfying myself, which is what I'm doing anyway, and maybe someday somebody else will come along for me. I may have the hard cock, but you've got the hard decision. You'll have to pretend to be content being married to the Gorilla and find ways to satisfy yourself."

"The Gorilla? Is that what you call him?" Bonnie chuckled, in spite of herself. Then she got serious again. "I can't let it go any further, Bill. I won't be able to keep up an affair without him finding out, and I would die if this got out and he divorced me."

Bill was quiet for a minute. "Well, there's your answer then," he said quietly. "Tell you what, though. I'll let you keep our little fantasy, and the memory of us together in the back seat, and the smell of us together on your panties. We'll share that. And just so you'll know, I intend to use you ruthlessly as fantasy material when I jack off. And, I'm keeping your panties." Bill smiled a little smile. "Call me if something changes."

-----

A couple of months later, Bill got the call. It happened on a Friday, but not in the morning as usual. About noon, he heard her voice.

"Bill, it's me. What are you doing this weekend?"

"I'm sorry," he said. "To whom am I speaking?"

"Cut that out! You know damned good and well it's Bonnie!"

"Yeah, I do, sweetie. How you been?"

"I asked you a question first, cowboy. What are you doing this weekend?"

"Not much. Eat a salad, jack off. What have you got in mind?"

"How about a trip to the mountains, sugar?"

Bill was silent. Did he hear her right?

"Uhh, what?"

"Do you want to go to the mountains and eat my pussy or not?" she asked.

"Do ducks waddle? Do I have time to pack?"

"Yes they do, and just barely. Take off work early, get your shit, and I'll pick you up at your house. Let's get going by 3 so we can beat the traffic and get there before dark. Give me directions to your house, and I'll tell you all about it on the way."

Bill hopped into the blue Nissan at 2:45, gave Bonnie a big kiss and hug, and they sped out of town toward the mountains of southern New Mexico. On the way, she told him the story of the past few months.

"So, I was back in my dreary world, trying to make the most of things. Andy was going out more and more at night, and I was getting plenty of pussy rubbing in, but no sex from him. Then we got a weird phone call. It rang just once and Andy picked it up. I heard Andy talking to somebody on the phone when I came out of the bathroom. His back was turned and his voice was really low, and he sounded like he was trying to soothe somebody or comfort somebody. I thought somebody had died, so I walked up quietly behind him. I think he thought I was taking a shower, and he didn't seem to notice me. I was about to touch his arm, and I heard him say, 'Bobby, baby, it'll be okay.' I don't know any Bobby, and I sure don't know any 'Bobby baby', so I just stood there, listening."

"It was unreal. Andy, the Gorilla, was pillow-talking with somebody on the phone. Somebody named 'Bobby baby', no less. Turns out Bobby baby is a guy! The big ox is a homosexual! Can you believe it? He's queer! And I never knew it!"

Bonnie told him the whole story. Andy had long suppressed his feelings for men, and then he had started acting them out, "going out with the boys". He got deeper and deeper into the lifestyle, hiding his alternate self from her and their friends. His guilt and fear were enormous, and he sobbed when she caught him fawning over Bobby. He just knew that his life was over, and she had every right to kick his ass out and tell the world how he had shamed her and used her. West Texas is not one of those places you want to be if you're gay.

But Bonnie had a different idea about it. First, she cried some realistic-looking tears and made him appropriately humble and solicitous, but inside, she was giddy. Then she told him that he had one chance to save his skin. They could continue to be married and share the same house, but he had to promise to be discrete and not bring his lovers home, and she would be free to pursue her own life. He couldn't question where she went or what she did, and she would give him the same courtesy. To their mutual friends, things would appear the same. She had him convinced that she was forfeiting her happiness to preserve his secret.

Andy was overwhelmed with gratitude. He seemed to have no idea that she could be interested in someone else. He thanked her profusely and agreed to every rule she laid down.

"So, you've got me now. You can get into my pants, even though I'm wearing a skirt. I expect a pussy licking like I've never had when we get to Cloudcroft. And you had better get that cock revved up and ready, mister, because I'm gonna rock this weekend. And I mean, I'm gonna rock on your lap for an hour while you kiss my tits tonight."

"I'm half-hard already, sweetheart. I can't wait. How 'bout pulling that skirt up and letting me see how you've been practicing the last couple of months?"

As they drove across the New Mexico desert toward the foothills and up into the tall evergreens, Bonnie shared her technique while Bill watched her trimmed red mound get manipulated by dexterous fingers. He put his head in her lap awhile and inhaled her glorious scent, planting kisses all over her round belly. He even ran his hand over her wet lips so he could enjoy her scent as he sat back up and watched the scenery glide by.

They only teased each other while driving, though. Both of them saved their orgasms for the cabin. There, true to his word, Bill lapped expertly at Bonnie's pussy until she had cum twice, and then he slipped inside her generous body for a sweet, slow first fuck, their mouths locked in a lover's kiss. Knowing they had the whole weekend to pleasure each other, they took time out for a naked dinner before she rocked in his lap.

The dinner was a big red lettuce salad with carrot. No cucumber.