When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 25

Then he belatedly recalled who was stoking this fire within him. It wasn’t Bettie. It was Elvira’s lips, new and unfamiliar, that had aroused him.

Izzy pulled his head back, breaking the kiss so fast that Elvira let out the moan he’d been muffling in her. “This is crazy!”

“Not yet,” Elvira said languidly, laying her chin down on his shoulder. “But we’re getting there.”

“No, we’re not! We can’t do this! I’m married!” he huffed.

“To Bettie, right? And she knows that?”

“Yes! Of course!”

Elvira pouted. “I wouldn’t worry about that too hard. She doesn’t need you to butter her biscuit, if you get what I’m saying.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Izzy growled.

“I mean that your girl and my boy got themselves all squared away without us, just this afternoon. So since they’re all taken care of, let’s worry about ourselves. Your hard cock. My empty cunt. There’s got to be some solution there, don’t you think?”

“You’re wrong! Bettie wouldn’t do that! She’s just not capable of something like that!”

“What, lying on her back and holding her legs happen?” Elvira goaded. “Gordy told me all about it, bubbe. It wasn’t exactly Cirque de Soleil!”

Izzy thought back to that afternoon. He’d been alone. Danny and Elvira had been entertaining each other. That left Gordon and Bettie unaccounted for. And when the plane had passed overhead, he’d lit the signal fires. Bettie had shown up… then the bear… then…

“He… told you about it?” Izzy asked, groping for each successive word.

“We kiss and tell when we aren’t kissing ourselves,” Elvira stated confidently.

Izzy’s face reddened. “God!” he hissed. Bettie… how could she… another man… his Bettie… how could she? “He must have… he must have made her!”

“I’m sure he did,” Elvira countered. “He showed her his big dick and said he’d get her off as hard as he does me.”

“Bitch!” Izzy thundered, the word encompassing Bettie, Elvira, and the whole lousy world.

“Don’t be too hard on her,” Elvira consoled him. “Girls need it like guys do. I’m sure if she were laid up and you were up and about, your gonads wouldn’t be out of commission until she made a full recovery!”

“But it wasn’t her and it wasn’t me… it was her!” Izzy flung out.

Elvira hummed musingly. “Well, there must be some way you can get back at her. I hear living well is the best revenge. Any way you can think of to live well… here… right now… with me?” she asked, her voice dipping low as her suggestion became less and less of a suggestion.

Izzy looked at her, his eyes scouring the failing light for the sight of her, and in that quest, he ended up exerting himself to the point of seeing her differently than before. She was a desirable woman, a sexual creature. He could enjoy himself with her. And he could know the debauched satisfaction of having betrayed his wife exactly as she’d betrayed him.

“You really want to cheat on your man the way Bettie cheated on me?” he asked, his fingers flexing, itching to enclose her in their grip.

“No, I want you to be my man,” Elvira enthused, raking him with her eyes. “Not that I’ll be your woman. You’ll just be my man for as long as I need a man and as long as you’re… long.”

Nothing could’ve sounded better to Izzy in that moment. He took Elvira in his arms, his mouth finding hers, her lips opening to take his tongue inside so heatedly she was sucking on it the moment it emerged from his own mouth. He felt her nipples spiking into his chest, making a mockery of the thin top she wore.

His hand went up under her shirt to squeeze and relish all he could touch of her breasts. Their fullness was pliant as could be in his strong grip, smooth and warm to the touch, their perfection almost mocking—he could not fondle them enough, could not encompass all their roundness in any one caress. It was impossible for him to handle anymore than he already was, but he had to. His trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons that held her massive chest imprisoned. She helped him nimbly, then helped herself out of the loosened garment.

Izzy sucked in breath, almost paralyzed at the vision of magnificence she made with her top off, but he was spurred into motion by his panging lust, the aching hardness at his groin. He dove for her breast, finding it to be even more silken and smooth than it looked. He worshiped its contours with his kisses, circling around and around the plump heft until he was at a stiff nipple. Taking it into his mouth to suck and taste.

While he was content to only try out her breast, Elvira’s hands explored his whole body. They ran up Izzy’s thighs to feel at his crotch, testing the heat and rising size of his manhood through his pants. He was hardened, ready, his prick bulging out to practically deliver itself into her hands.

“Feels like you’ve got something for me,” she moaned, patting the swell at his crotch. “Are you going to give it to me or am I gonna hafta take it?”

Izzy didn’t answer, except by continuing to suckle her gargantuan breast. She unzipped him, hooking her finger in his open fly to drag it down under his long, swollen erection. It jerked out into the cool night air; Izzy shuddered with the chill hitting his burgeoning endowment. Then he seized up, shocked into stillness by the feel of Elvira’s grip washing over him.

She mentally compared him to the smorgasbord available to her. He was longer than Danny, but thinner. And not as thick as Gordon, but with more length. All of them had a little something to recommend them—Elvira hummed with happiness that now she had all three. It was like going to a fancy restaurant and not having to pick something off the menu, but eating everything there. Only she wouldn’t get fat.

Not unless she missed her period.

Izzy gasped out loud. He’d never been so boldly freed from his confinement. With Bettie, he was the one who always had to let his stiffening member out, timing it exactly right so that he didn’t scare her off by being too fresh, but didn’t hold off so long that he came in his pants either.

Elvira fondled and massaged his prick with a desire that could not be faked. It felt incredible to Izzy. Insane, even, when he thought about how Elvira seemed to love the thing. He jerked convulsively. It was all new to him. Bettie had rarely gotten much of a feel of his manhood; only touching him enough to take him out of his briefs or guide him into her opening. By the same token, he hadn’t felt much of her cunt—barely at all underneath her clothes. She was more comfortable with less intimacy: with Izzy touching her shoulders or back or legs as they kissed and the other things happened. She never let either of them work themselves up too far, not unless he was on top of her and inside her. Like it was wrong for it to happen any other way than that. Small wonder, Izzy told himself, that he found Elvira so intoxicating and Bettie’s betrayal so cutting. After she’d held so much back, what they did share had been given over to Gordon damn Vought!

Elvira sensed that rage as well as passion was quivering in Izzy’s body. She stood, rapidly shrugging off what remained of her clothes. Without them in the way, her body was majestic in its whiteness, gleaming ivory in the coming moonlight. Like ice painted white.

“Is that all you’re going to give me?” she asked of Izzy’s standing erection. “Or do I get the whole package? You know…” She jiggled her own breast. “A little chest.” She patted her hip. “Some ass… or do you think guys are the only ones that enjoy a little show?

Izzy was too busy staring at her nakedness to respond. He was both captivated and mystified. Bettie usually wore a nightgown. She took it off to make love, but if he really wanted her naked, he had to catch her in the shower. And with the lights on, forget it. Even the moonlight would’ve been too much for Bettie. She would’ve wanted to do this indoors, with the blinds drawn. She was a peach to feel, but oh how he wanted to see her too! It wasn’t right that he got to sate all of his senses with her—taste her, smell her, touch her—but not see her.

Elvira was indulging him, though. With the moon rising behind her back like a spotlight just for her, he got to see Elvira like she was a vision just for him.