Chapter 6
Bill Desmond arrived back home that Monday from his latest sales trip. Bill was a good-looking, muscular guy in his early thirties. He was still in the prime of life-sexual prime, too. As usual, he came off the road horny for his hot, foxy wife.
Bill had been on the road for ten days, this time. That was the longest stint in quite a while. Of course, he had gotten horny while he was away from Cheryl's tight pussy. And of course, he had done something about it. What the hell else was a guy supposed to do when he's five hundred miles away from his old lady and horny, and his right hand just won't do? Bill Desmond could fuck 'em and leave 'em.
That wasn't the way he felt about Cheryl, of course. Bill Desmond was crazy in love with his wife. He loved her body and he loved her mind and he loved that special magic deep within her soul which few women seem to have. But he couldn't deny his sexuality either. He didn't make a point of searching out strange women to fuck, but he did like to hang around bars, listening to the conversation after a long day of sell, sell, sell.
And sometimes, when he was sitting in bars, he would meet foxy young ladies. When that happened, if they turned him on, he would go home with them and fuck them. But he would be always up front with them. They always knew that he was just a one-night-stand. Hell, that was no problem. That's what most of the bitches were there for themselves! And in the morning he would be pushing on to another town, rarely remembering the last chick's face-and never her name.
No, Bill Desmond did not feel guilty about the women he slept with while he was on the road. And for a very good reason. Cheryl knew all about them.
Cheryl was Bill Desmond's idea of a perfect wife-which was why he loved her so much.
Sometimes Cheryl actually got hot thinking about the girls Bill had fucked while he was away. She would make him tell her while she stroked his cock. Then she would get hot, hearing Bill talk about how the other girl had twisted and moaned. Cheryl would finger herself while she masturbated Bill. When they were both so hot that they couldn't stand it, they would grab each other and fuck each other into a thundering mutual orgasm that would have them both screaming.
In Bill Desmond's opinion, his wife Cheryl was a perfect mate-and then some! Which was why Bill was so troubled, this time, upon his return home. He cared about Cheryl, and it was obvious that something troubling was on her mind.
She was happy to see him. There could be no doubt about that. On Monday evening when he first arrived home, Cheryl couldn't wait to get the kids off to bed so that she and Bill could have their welcome-home fuck session. Their hot fucking had lasted long into the night. Cheryl's passion in bed had been genuine and unrestrained.
Yet between the bouts of fucking, Bill had noticed a certain distracted air about Cheryl. It was nothing he could put his finger on, but it was definitely there. And it was obviously something she didn't wish to discuss with him.
Bill continued to pick up the vibes all during Tuesday. On his first full day at home after the road, he and Cheryl always spent the full day together. This Tuesday was no exception, they went for a walk, ran errands, had all kinds of fun. But beneath Cheryl's happy smile and sparkling eyes, Bill could very definitely discern a mysterious something that lurked just beneath Cheryl's cheerful exterior-something that troubled her deeply.
Tonight, he would learn what that something was.
It was Tuesday night. The family had spent a fun night at a movie. Now, Jerry and Susan were asleep in their room. The house was quiet.
Bill lay naked in bed, waiting for his wife. Only a sheet covered him. Its coolness against his large cock was a tingling, pleasant sensation. He reached over and stroked his cock through the sheet, bringing it halfway to life. He thought about his wife and how he would fuck her.
Cheryl stepped out of the bathroom and seemed to glide across the floor toward him. Flowing pink silk caressed her beautiful curves, caressed the firmly rounded boobs that bounced as she walked; caressed the foxy lines of her hips and ass.
The front of her nightgown had a deep V-cut. There was plenty of smooth white skin showing. Bill felt his cock grow harder.
His arms slid around her as he drew her to him. Their lips met in a long lingering kiss. Her tongue was a slick wet animal that snaked into his mouth. Her strong teeth nibbled at his lower lip. Her fingers ran through his hair.
When the kiss was broken, she said with a smile, "Tonight is the second celebration of my old man's homecoming. I want to make it special for you, baby."
Bill wondered if this had anything to do with what had been on her mind.
They fell back across the bed in each other's arms. Bill ran his hands up and down his wife's body. He loved the feel of her warm skin through the silk. Cheryl's warm mouth was against his ear. She kissed him warmly, wetly. Her hard tongue laced out and caressed every inch of his ear. Her breath was hot and stimulating.
Cheryl cocked her leg. A silk-covered knee rubbed against Bill's hard pecker. He moaned. He ran his hands across the firm rise of her ass. She was plump and firm. His middle finger pushed the silk material inward as it grazed across the crack of her ass. The feel of the cool silk at her sensitive bunghole caused the young wife to moan and twist her body. Her quivering mouth sought his. They kissed as they rubbed against each other. Their tongues dueled in a wet dance of lust.
Bill ran his hands up and down his wife's rib-cage. Every time he moved his hand upward, the hem of her nightgown lifted higher up her shapely legs. Bill gripped her tightly. He caressed her roughly as she writhed in his arms. His fingers were spread widely as he caressed her, to cover and arouse more of her willing flesh. The tips of his thumbs were rubbing her swollen nipples. Soon, the nipples were poking up, proud and hungry, clearly visible through the tightly pulled silk that covered them.
"Ohhhhh, suck them, Bill," she whimpered. "Suck me until I hurt, baby."
Bill lowered his lips to the aroused nipple. He sucked the sensitive flesh into his mouth through the material. Cheryl arched her back, lifting her writhing ass up off the bed in her excitement. She ran her fingers wildly through his hair. Her mouth twisted in helpless moans.
Bill kissed the V of white flesh between her tit. He found the other nipple, already hard and waiting, and sucked it while he palmed the first. Her nipples poked through the spit-soaked material and seemed to sting his palm and mouth as he rubbed and sucked.
After he had kissed and sucked the second tit for a while, he began a rapid descent of kisses down along his wife's body. Cheryl was bending and twisting her body. She'd always had a thing about oral sex. Her earliest childhood sexual fantasies were about older people going down on her. The love of cuntsucking was still with her.
By now, the hem of her pink nightgown had been pushed up above her pubic mound by his caressing. Bill quickly passed the hem and buried his nose in the perfumed tufts of her pussy hair. Then he kissed her ... lower.
Cheryl squealed with delight when she felt his lips on her cunt. Bill knew exactly how she liked it. He always satisfied her!
His nostrils tingled with the incredible scent of her pussy. He licked lightly, lapping her from ass-hole to clit with moist dashing strokes of his tongue tip. Then he ran his hands down from her rib cage, down the full length of her curved thighs. His hands rested on each of her knees. Then, as he licked the outer lips of her cunt, he began caressing her thighs with small circular movements. His fingertips traced along her warm flesh, moving higher and higher. All the while, his tongue lashed at her pussy.
The bed was rocking from Cheryl's excited movements. The lips of her cunt were already beaded with moist droplets of cunt-juice. She continued running her fingers madly through her husband's hair, also clawing at his upper back. She whimpered and moaned with happy anticipation. She loved the way he fondled her thighs!
Bill's hands finally reached the top of her tender white inner thighs. He was still licking her. The tasty juices of her excitement coated his tongue, his nose and his mouth. His fingertips moved toward the dripping juncture between her legs. He lifted his face away for a moment. His fingertips followed the motions of his tongue. He fluttered his fingers as they grazed and slid up and down the length of her trembling moist cunt. His fingers were soon slick and warm with the secretions from her aroused cunt. Bill spread the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the pink entrance to her cunt. He smacked his lips and lowered his face between her legs, again.
"Do you want what I'm going to give you, Cheryl?" he asked in a throaty voice.
Cheryl's shapely ass was bouncing on the bed as she pushed her pussy closer to Bill's mouth.
"Mmmmm ... ohh, yesssssss," she moaned.
"Suck my juice, Daddy. Tongue my hot pussy!"
Bill lowered his mouth to her hot fuck-hole and sucked. The suction pulled and rubbed the young wife's excited cunt. She squealed with desire. Beneath the top of her pink satin nightgown, her big tits juggled. The hard nipples still rubbed against the soaked material where Bill had sucked her. The sucking at her cunthole now only drove her crazier.
Bill began licking her cunt, using the wide flat surface of his tongue. Every time his tongue slid across her pussy, Cheryl would whimper and hunch her burning hole even tighter against his busy mouth.
Now that the outer lips of his wife's pussy had been parted, Bill had another use for his fingers. He began stroking her clit with one hand as he slid his other hand beneath her bouncing ass. He began to plunge his fingers in and out between the cheeks of her bared ass. He allowed the nail of his middle finger to scrape along the sensitive tissue around her anus.
Now, he really burrowed his face into the hot, humid cunt, between his wife's legs. He made his tongue hard, reaming it in and out of his wife's dripping pussy, as if it were a small cock, fucking her. His tongue lanced in and out with hard, fast strokes.
His reaming tongue, her rubbed clit and her stroked ass-hole were sending the twisting half-nude woman over the brink into an unbelievable orgasm.
"Oh, sweet Daddy, do it all to me, baby," she gasped. "I'm there, darling ... I cummiiinnng!"
Her smooth white body twisted and bucked on the bed as her husband buried his face in her cunt, sucking her loudly. The tangy sweet juices of her cum flowed down the insides of her thighs, making them moist and slippery. The juices coated her stud husband's mouth and throat. Cheryl's body bucked and quivered with the tremors of her oral-induced orgasm. She gasped and groaned and twisted.
At last, though, the cum passed. But Cheryl was not left without energy. The preliminary orgasm had only heightened her need. Now, she wanted to cum with a cock pounding in and out of her quivering cunthole.
Cheryl rolled onto her side. The nightgown was still bunched up around her hips, but she had no time to slow down. She ran her hand down along her husband's lean muscular body. She gasped when her roving fingers came into contact with his hard prick. Bill's cock was at full attention, nearly ten inches in length! It throbbed and quivered ever so slightly. A droplet of pre-cum already dotted the piss-slit.
Cheryl made a loose fist with her fingers and began sliding her hand up and down the full length of her husband's cock. Her palm grazed the head of his dick. The droplet of cock-juice smeared across her warm palm as she continued to stroke him. Soon, his cock was slick and shiny. And still she masturbated him, with long even strokes.
Bill closed his eyes and gasped with pleasure. His torso was twisting with naked desire. Her fingernails teased his prick. Bill's fingers clawed at the rumpled bedsheets as he used all of his self-control to keep from blasting his load all over her slowly stroking fingers.
Cheryl slid up alongside him on the bed. She continued to stroke him, as every lush curve of her body was pressed against his. He could feel the moistness of her dripping cunt as she hand-fucked him. She again placed her lips against his ear. She whispered lewdly, not missing a masturbating stroke.
"Did you fuck any girls on this trip, darling?" she asked.
Bill groaned. The hot cum in his nuts almost exploded up his big dick, but he held himself in check. He loved it when she whispered to him like that. And he could see that she was fingering herself as she stroked him. He thought of the hippy chick he'd met in the bar. He'd picked her up and they had screwed all night. He nodded as his wife continued the up-and-down motion of her hand.
"Y-yes, baby, I fucked another cunt while I was gone," he replied, knowing the words that always excited her.
But this time, she surprised him. Usually, she asked him to tell her all about the girl. He always suspected some submerged bisexuality when he did this. But not this time.
"Was she as foxy as me?" Cheryl whispered into his ear.
"N-no, baby," Bill replied truthfully. "You know that no one is."
Now Cheryl's fist grew tighter as she masturbated her husband's cock. Her voice grew throatier.
"Was she as foxy as our daughter?" asked Cheryl.
Bill's eyes flashed open. Had he heard correctly?
"What?" he asked, somewhat dumbly.
But by that time, Cheryl had already slithered atop him. He felt enveloped by her hungry flesh. She crouched over him, locking her knees to his sides. She reached between them and took his cock. She slid it into her pussy, groaning as he sunk in to the hilt, effortlessly. Bill looked up into her face. Her eyes were clamped shut as she bounced up and down and around on his pillar of hard cock. She was obviously lost in the grasp of a feverish sexual fantasy. And she wanted to share it with him!
"We do have a beautiful little daughter, don't we?" she groaned as they fucked.
Bill couldn't explain how or why, but he felt himself being sucked into his wife's fantasy. He'd never had erotic thoughts about little Susan, but now he felt himself becoming even more aroused by whatever was driving Cheryl.
"Yes, she's a very foxy young girl," said Bill, waiting to see where Cheryl would lead next.
Cheryl was obviously exciting herself with her talk; she spoke as much to Bill as to herself. Her firm ass bounced as she rode his prick.
"What if you found her masturbating, stretched out before you, making her pussy dripping wet, hungry for a cock-any cock?" breathed Cheryl. "Would you do to her what you're doing to me, baby?"
Bill couldn't believe the kinky words his wife was saying. But he was so aroused that he was suddenly a slave to the same fantasy. He was running his hands up and down his wife's warm writhing body as she fucked him. His hands coasted over her womanly curves. He palmed and kneaded her firm jiggling ass.
But in his fevered mind's eye, it was suddenly little Susan who was on top of him-his own daughter! He could not deny it. Two minutes ago, the thought would have been unthinkable. But now, in his wild fantasy, it was his thirteen-year-old daughter atop him. It was her pussy juice that dripped and oozed down his pumping prick. He grabbed Cheryl's hips to steady her. He slammed his hard-on faster and harder, ramming it in and out of her sucking hole.
Cheryl leaned over. Her bouncing tits, still covered by the nightgown, were mashing into his chest. She whimpered and cried with guttural gasps.
"Think of it!" she moaned into his ear as their bouncing fucking reached a new pace. "You're not fucking me, Bill. You're fucking your daughter's hot little fuck-hole. She's whimpering while you screw it in and out of her!"
These words pushed them both over the edge. Bill's entire body arched off the bed. He rammed his dick all the way into her. His fingers clawed at her ass so hard, they drew drops of blood.
"Oh, Christ! I'm CUUUMMMIIINNG!" he screamed.
In his lusting mind, it was not his wife he was blasting his cum into, but his daughter's! He imagined little Susan's naked body twisting around his cock. He dreamed that he was cumming deep into her tight virgin cunt.
Above him, Cheryl's body bucked and jounced. She was sitting up now. She held her titties through the spit-soaked nightgown. She grabbed and twisted her big jugs, pinching the nipples, as her orgasm slammed through her.
"Ohhhh, mmmmm, ohhhhh," she moaned over and over, and for a moment Bill thought she would fall off the bed.
At last, with a happy contented sigh, she pitched forward across his totally spent body.
Bill had loved his orgasm, but by the time he started recovering, he began having doubts about the fantasy of fucking his little girl. He wondered if Cheryl felt guilty, as well. But he was not to find out that night. It must have been a really satisfying fuck for his young wife; they lay in each other's arms for nearly ten minutes. Within another five, Cheryl's steady breathing told Bill one thing-for sure.
His wife had drifted off into a deep sleep-and the dreamy smile on her lips suggested that she'd had no guilt trips about the incest fantasy, whatsoever!