Things were happening so fast that Dot's brain was spinning. When she'd left the house that evening she had put out of her mind the thought that anything like this might happen. She tried to pull away, but Art held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret corners, pursuing her tongue agilely. She felt hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. He seemed so strong… so very strong! How could she ever resist him… and yet she had to try… had to stop what was happening between them. But Art pushed her head back so that it was resting on the sofa, her body arching up against his, her breasts smashing against her own ribcage by his massive torso.

"NNnnnooooo…" she moaned uncertainly, trying desperately one more time to pull away. But it was impossible. The sparks of mounting desire were leaping about crazily in her belly, lust rising in her loins. She too had been a long time without love. An image of her husband Nick rolling over in bed after giving her a perfunctory good-night kiss rose to her mind and anger accompanied it.

Art's hands were roving up and down her back now and the taste of his mouth on hers became suddenly delicious. Everything about the man was attractive… so damned attractive! She had always envied her sister for having Art and now… now she, herself was feeling the very same things her sister must have felt! A shiver ran through her at the thought and yet the idea seemed to make Betty more alive to her and when Art's hand dropped down and began a slow massage of her smoothly rounded buttocks, tingling pinpoints of pleasure rippled sensuously up and down her spine. Suddenly, everywhere her body was pressed against his, she felt the same raging, unquenchable fire. A low moan of passion escaped her lips, mingling with the wetness of their interwoven tongues.