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  Sunday’s Interlude

  by

  Rene Walden

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  Sunday’s Interlude

  Copyright (c) 2005 by Rene Walden

  ISBN: 0-9773043-1-0

  Cover art and design (c) 2005 by Delinda Jasper

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  Dedication

  A special thanks goes out to Marissa for urging me on when I got discouraged and to DJ for being able to visualize my dream for the cover

  Thanks guys!

  Chapter One

  “Rack ‘em up,” Frank said, as he dropped his quarters into the pool table and pushed the lever. The balls fell with a loud thump, rolling to the end of the table.

  “Got it,” called Jarred. He gathered all the balls, quickly arranging them inside the black plastic rack.

  Frank picked up the pool cue, chalked the tip, and lined up for the break. Whack! The white ball broke the rack and balls whizzed across the green felt. “Hell yeah! Now that’s a fuck’n break,” he shouted as two balls dropped. “I’ve got stripes.”

  “Yeah, yeah, big deal.” Jarred bragged. “I’ll kick your ass soon and you know it.”

  “We’ll see who kicks whose ass.” Frank lined up his cue and shot again. “Well fuck!” he shouted as the ball bounced off the side rail.

  “Told ya! Move over and let the master show ya how it’s done.”

  “Master, my achin’ ass.” Frank grinned and headed to the bar. “I’m gonna get another beer. Want one?”

  “Yeah, grab me one.”

  Frank, Jarred and Ben had been best friends for years. They could always be found hanging out together. Red’s had become a tradition; they had been coming here every Friday night for three years. Every week it was the same thing -- grab a couple of beers, play a few games of pool, and shoot the shit before heading home. Frank and Jarred worked for the same construction company and rode together, so they always got to Red’s about a half hour before Ben, giving them a head start on the beer and bullshit.

  Just as Frank was headed back to the tables, the front door opened, flooding the scarcely lit room with late afternoon sun. Loud, rowdy voices filled the bar as Ben walked in with a few of the men he worked with.

  “‘Bout damn time you got here,” yelled Jarred. “I didn’t know if you were gonna make it in time to see me kick his ass or not.”

  Ben scoffed and walked over to the pool tables. “Well damn, I’m not like you lazy fuckers. We don’t get off in the middle of the afternoon.”

  Frank came up behind him and slapped him playfully on the back. “You’re just jealous.”

  “Damn straight. So, what’s goin’ on?”

  Jarred took a long swig of the beer Frank handed him and grinned. “You mean beside the fact that I’m kickin’ his ass at pool?”

  “Kiss my ass, Jarred,” Frank growled, rolling his eyes.

  “You’ll get him next time.”

  Frank leaned over to make his next shot. He looked up at Ben and jeered before continuing. “I ain’t worried about that pussy. Just beginner’s luck.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got your pussy right here,” Jarred teased.

  “Well, fuck!” Frank yelled, grimacing as he missed his final shot.

  Jarred strutted over to the table. “What did I tell ya?”

  “Whatever,” said Frank. “Just shoot the damn thing already.”

  Jarred lined up his stick, ready to make his final shot. “Eight ball in the corner.” With one swift whoosh of the stick, the balls connected, slamming the eight ball in the corner pocket. “Oh yeah, that’s the way a real man shoots pool.”

  Frank smiled and walked across the room, standing his pool stick back inside the rack. “I’ll whup your ass next time.”

  “Better practice some first.” Jarred walked over and slapped Frank on the shoulder, then grabbed up his beer.

  “You guys are nuts,” laughed Ben.

  “Well, yeah, sometimes.”

  Ben motioned for the barmaid. “Anything goin’ on this weekend?”

  “Yeah, I’m puttin’ up a new fence around the pool tomorrow.” Frank downed the last of his beer, nodding to the barmaid for another.

  Jarred reached into his pocket to pay for the round. “Ya gonna need some help?”

  “Hell yeah. Help is always a good thing.”

  “I heard that,” said Ben. “What time ya wantin’ to get started?”

  Frank took a drink and scratched his head in thought. “I dunno, I figured I’d get started around five-thirty or six in the morning.”

  “Holy shit!” Ben exclaimed.

  “Damn,” said Jared. “Why so fuck’n early?”

  “It just works out better to do it early. It’s a lot cooler, and besides, I like havin’ the afternoon free for whatever.”

  Jarred poked him with his elbow. “Yeah, you wish, whatever.”

  “Hell, ya got that right,” agreed Ben. “I know I do. Those times are few and far between lately.”

  “I hear ya,” Jarred said. “It’s like that sometimes around our house too.”

  Frank just smiled, not commenting on the topic. There was nothing wrong with his and Linda’s sex life. He was more than happy with both the quality and quantity.

  Jarred slid his chair up to the table. “Well, count me in. That’s gonna be a big ass job.”

  “I’d sure appreciate the help, if you’ve got the time.”

  “Sure thing, I’ll be there first thing in the mornin’.”

  “Sorry, guys, but no way I can help tomorrow,” said Ben. “Cathy’s made plans for us to go up to her Aunt Mabel’s in the morning.”

  “That’s okay.” Frank snickered. “Sounds like you’ve got your own problems.”

  “Hell yeah,” Ben agreed. “I’m not thrilled about spendin’ the day listenin’ to the two of them gossip.”

  “Damn,” Jarred chimed in. “I sure don’t envy ya on that one.”

  Ben walked over and tossed his bottle in the trash. “Well, I guess I better get my ass on home before Cathy sends out a search party.”

  “Lord, don’t get her all riled up, otherwise you may have to stay all day at Mabel’s,” teased Jarred.

  “Oh hell, no I won’t,” he yelled. “I’ll stop by when we get back tomorrow to see how things are goin’.”

  “Ok, sounds good,” said Frank. “We’ll be there.”

  “See ya in the mornin’,” said Jarred.

  “Ok, see ya’ll,” Ben called as he headed out.

  “Well, buddy, it’s ‘bout time we headed that way ourselves.” Frank grabbed his cap, tossing a tip on the table.

  “Yep.” Jarred finished off his beer. “Gotta keep the ladies happy.”

  Chapter Two

  Frank groaned as he rammed his cock deeper into her luscious wetness. He had never seen Linda so on fire for him. She screamed out, begging for him not to stop. He gripped her sides tightly, grinding into her body. He loved it when she was like this. Her sweet ass bent over in his face, giving him a clear view of her slit while he fucked her. Beads of sweat rol
led down his back as he pounded into her.

  “Oh God, baby!” he screamed. “Work that pussy for me.” He watched his cock slide in and out of her. It was so hard, he felt as if it would burst.

  Linda lowered her head, slamming into him harder in response. The walls of her cunt tightened their grip on his cock. Both of them were so close, neither would hold out much longer at this rate. They were only a few more thrusts from paradise.

  Linda’s body shuddered beneath him and he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock Frank threw his head back to slam into her a final time…

  Beep… Beep… Beep. The alarm clock beckoned, dragging him from his delightfully erotic dream.

  His eyelids fluttered as Linda’s hot, naked body evaporated. “Well fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he flipped off the annoying sound. Damn alarm, and just when it was getting to the good part.

  Linda stirred, snuggling against him and he smiled. Well, maybe not. He slid his hand over the smoothness of her ass, pulling her closer. A smile spread across her sleepy face. He loved how she looked early in the morning before she put on her makeup and fixed her hair. Frank reached out to touch her long brown hair that cascaded over the pillow. Moving over to her cheek, he feathered kisses along her jaw line down to her neck. This was definitely better than even the best dream. She sighed, arching her body. The fullness of her breasts crushed against him. He could feel her nipples harden against his skin. The small, pert tips pushed against his flesh. His cock twitched in response.

  They had been married for over ten years and her body still set him on fire. She slid a voluptuous leg over him, rubbing her foot up and down the back of his. He moved over her, grinding his cock against her mound. She raised her hips, pushing harder in response. Resting his weight on his arms, he cupped one of her breasts. Frank lowered his head, tracing around her nipple with his tongue. Her moans urged him on as he sucked her pale pink bud.

  Linda was wide-awake now, writhing beneath his body. She slid her hand over his belly, moving down to his thigh. Lightly brushing over it, her fingers teased at his pubic hair in her search. Wrapping her long fingers around his cock, she stroked it firmly. Frank moaned into her breast. He loved her to get rough with him. His cock grew harder with her touch.

  She spread her thighs wider, making more room for him to fit in between. His cock hovered at the entrance of her fiery core. Slipping his hand between them, his fingers lightly rubbed her plump lips. He brushed over the damp curls, teasing and coaxing her pussy.

  Linda sighed and he could feel her body relax even more. She was getting ready for him. Knowing her body so well after all these years, he toyed with her lips, barely edging them apart with his fingertips. The aroma of their sex filled the air. He sucked on her nipples while he played with her. He loved it when she was fully ready -- all slick and waiting for his cock. He had learned long ago that it was better for him to wait, than to try and rush things. In this particular instance, patience really did have its reward.

  He dipped his fingers into her wetness, dragging them up to her swollen nub. She moaned as he slid her juices around, spreading the moisture with his fingertip and stroking her clit. Frank slipped two fingers inside, pumping them in and out. She arched against his hand. He cupped her pussy, kneading it with the palm of his hand as he readied her for his throbbing cock.

  Linda dug her nails into his back, filling his ear with hot, lust-filled whispers. “Mmm, baby,” she whispered. “That feels so good.”

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” she groaned, wilting under his touch.

  He loved to get her off this way. Linda was the type of woman who got hornier after she’d come at least once. One was just enough to get her going. This was definitely the upside of fucking the same woman for ten years. He knew all of her secret sweet spots and what made her the hottest. Frank stroked faster, her clit swelling beneath his fingertips. He knew just the right pressure to apply. She was close. Her body twitched with every flick of his fingers, stiffening and arching under his touch, flooding his hand with her juices as she screamed out in ecstasy. The fire of her first orgasm spread though her as she thrashed beneath him, her legs spreading wider in her passion.

  Linda pulled him closer, moaning in his ears. Her tongue made a wet trail up to his neck. She gently nipped and sucked at the soft skin behind his ear. He groaned louder as she moved up, sucking his lobe into her mouth. His hands ran the length of her body as she clutched at his ass, dragging him closer. He rubbed against her outer lips, promising her pleasures yet to come. Their bodies melted into one as they writhed on the bed, a mass of tangled flesh.

  Frank rose to his knees, his cock standing proudly in front of him. Linda followed his lead and rolled over onto her belly, giving him full view of her treasures. He groaned. Just like she was in the dream. He leaned over, kissing and nibbling her plump bottom. Linda moaned and spread her legs wider, sliding her knees up under her. Frank knew what she needed -- knew just what her body craved. He wrapped his arms around her waist, gently stroking the soft flesh of her belly while his tongue danced over her tender ass. She clutched at the sheets, twisting them tighter in her fists. He could see her juices flowing. She was ready for him.

  “My God, that’s a beautiful sight,” he groaned, as he pressed into her, careful not to go inside.

  Linda’s body moved instinctively, her desire taking over. “Please, Frankie. I need you inside me.”

  “Baby, I need you too.”

  Frank gripped her hips. He leaned back, positioning his cock at her entrance. In one swift thrust he entered her, coating his shaft with her sticky juices. She cried out, arching her back as she clamped around his cock. Fuck, I love her pussy, he thought as he pushed his cock in and out of her. He worked into a steady rhythm, sliding into her over and over again. He thrust forward, sinking his cock deep inside her cunt.

  “Oh My God, Frankie!” Linda screamed out, frenzied with the fire that grew inside her. She met each of his thrusts with a fevered passion, gripping his cock with her pussy. Her fingers twisted tighter around the sheets as she bucked against him.

  The smell of sex filled the air, driving him on with an animalistic need. He fucked her harder, her ass bouncing each time he hit against her. Here in their bed, he was lord and master, and she was his mate. The knowledge of this great power surged through him and his hands clutched her tighter. He could feel the sweat trickle down his back as he pumped wildly into her.

  Linda dug her nails into the bed. “Yes, oh fuck yes. That’s it. Pound that pussy,” she screamed through clenched teeth.

  Urged on by her cries, Frank instantly obliged. He slammed into her wetness, the sound of her sloshing juices filling his ears.

  “Oh God!” she screamed and clamped down on him once again. Her body shuddered with release, squeezing him tighter.

  One final thrust, and Frank joined her screams of passion, filling her with his seed.

  He held her close, his cock still inside her as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Soon his flaccid cock slipped from her sheath. They collapsed on the bed together.

  “That was fuck’n awesome, baby,” he said, kissing her softly.

  “Mmm, it was amazing, Frankie.”

  “I thought so too.” He gently stroked her side as they snuggled together.

  “You gonna start on the fence soon?” she asked sleepily.

  “Yeah, but Jarred’s gonna come over and help me. You go on back to sleep for awhile.” He kissed the back of her neck, nuzzling against her.

  “You sure you don’t need me to help?” she asked, stifling a yawn.

  “Yep, I’m positive.” Frank leaned over, kissing her the back of her neck again. “You sleep in today.”

  “I think I will, I’m still tired.”

  “Then it’s settled.”

  “Ok, you talked me into it.”

  He kissed her a final time and whispered, “I love you, Linda.”

  “I love you
too, Frankie.”

  He pulled the sheet around her shoulders and crawled out of bed. Why in the hell did I agree to start on that damn fence so fuck’n early? He grumbled all the way to the shower.

  Chapter 3

  At six on the dot, Jarred knocked at the back door. Frank was in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, and motioned for him to come inside.

  “Mornin’,” Jarred said cheerfully.

  “Mornin’. I’m runnin’ a little late, still haven’t had my coffee yet. Ya want one?”

  “Sure, I didn’t wanna get up this mornin’, so I didn’t have the time to make any.”

  “Good. Makes me not feel so bad about runnin’ behind. We’ll have a cup before we get started.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  A half hour later, the two men went to work setting the new posts in concrete. They made good time, and by noon they were down to the last side to replace. After ripping down the last section of the old fence, they decided to take a break.

  As they walked up to the deck for a cold beer, a truck pulled up beside the house.

  “We’re back here,” shouted Frank, as he popped the tab on his beer.

  Ben walked around the corner of the house.

  “Whatcha up to, Ben?” called Jared.

  “Oh nothin’ much. Just stopped by to see how ya’ll were comin’ along on the fence.”

  “We’re getting there, slow, but sure,” said Frank. “We just sat down to have a beer, ya want one?”

  “No thanks, I’ve got water.” Ben held up his bottle of water and grinned.

  “Water?” They both gasped in unison.

  “Yep. Courtesy of Aunt Mabel. Her and Cathy were on me about the amount of weight I’ve packed on.”

  “Well, I know how that is.” Frank patted his belly. “Been doin’ a good job buildin’ my own tool shed.”

  They all laughed at his playful reference to the spare tire he’d acquired over the years. Ben spoke up. “Yeah, I’ve got one of those too. Only bad thing is, my shed’s a lot bigger than my tool!”