Chapter 1
"You know that young man you hired to do odd jobs around the house?" Gloria Campbell said to her husband Charles, as they undressed for bed. "Ummm? Jack, you mean."
"Um hum."
"What about him, dear?"
Gloria smiled impishly.
"I think he has the hots for me," she said.
Charles, in the process of lowering his trousers, looked up at his wife. It was a pretty sight. She was wearing only a pair of bikini panties as she stood beside the bed. The panties were pale blue and transparent enough so that he could see the outline of her pussy and pubic bush through the flimsy material. They were also very tiny, so that he had the impression that her cunt had been loaded into a slingshot, the way the panties were stretched taut across her hips and ass.
Charles paused, one knee raised.
"Well, I can't say I blame him," Charles said.
Gloria smiled, complimented, perfectly aware that her husband was studying her near-naked body..
"But how do you know?" he asked.
"Oh, the way he looks at me. The way he blushes when I speak to him-and stammers when he answers."
She gave a little shrug and turned away, so that Charles could see her tits in profile. They were splendid tits, large and heavy and yet, despite their size, standing upright and thrusting without need of support.
She never wore a bra.
It occurred to her husband that the young boy must have stared at those tits in awe, especially if-as they were now-the nipples were stiff. She had large nipples and they tended to push out against the tight sweaters that she liked to wear for exactly that reason.
"Well, as I say-I can't blame him," Charles told her. "No harm in having a young man imagine you. Just an adolescent crush. As long as you don't have the hots for him, too."
He grinned when he said that.
Gloria said, "Well, he is a good-looking boy," and she gave her husband a teasing look.
Gloria was a faithful wife and Charles knew that she was just teasing him. But he knew that she probably had ulterior motives, as well.
He figured that she was horny and was using the boy as an excuse to start talking about sex and to arouse Charles by making him a little jealous.
That was all right with him.
And it was working.
As he pulled his trousers off, his cock began to grow and harden inside his shorts.
Gloria was squirming out of her pale blue panties now, her ass wriggling as she pushed them over her hips, it was a shapely ass, sweeping out from her narrow waist like an inverted valentine.
Gloria was twenty-eight years old.
She had long blonde hair, streaked by the sun so that it flowed with varied shades from platinum to amber. Her cunt hair echoed that golden hue in a big, curly triangle spreading wide across her lower belly and dipping into her crotch below her prominent mound. Her face was beautiful, with wide-set blue eyes and a sensual mouth. She was a tall woman, with long, finely contoured legs and a willowy body that seemed almost too slender for her big knockers and her jutting, teardrop-shaped ass and her wide, flat hips. Her belly was gently mounded, her thighs arched, her whole pelvis constructed as if it were meant as a platform for love.
Charles considered himself a very lucky man to have such a gorgeous wife.
Charles was thirty, tall and good looking. He was a rising young executive with a pleasant personality, a sense of humor, a taste for the finer things of life and, not the least of his charms, a big cock.
That cock was showing definite signs of life now, as he pushed his shorts down.
It wasn't fully erect yet, but it stood out from his loins, instead of hanging straight down. The shaft was fat and the knob had started to flare and glow.
Gloria slid a sideways glance at his crotch and grinned to herself as she saw how effective her teasing about the boy had been in arousing her husband.
Gloria enjoyed sex and liked to get fucked at least once a day. Charles had an equal sex drive, so that they were compatible and their sex life was full.
They had been married for six years and neither of them had been adulterous. Once, at a party, Gloria had been a bit tipsy from drinking and had let one of their friends feel her tits, but that had been relatively harmless, more playful than erotic, and Charles had not objected. So he was not at all worried about the young man who did odd jobs around their elegant, suburban home.
The idea that a young boy lusted for his wife was making him horny, however, with just that little twinge of innocent jealousy that made it more exciting.
Gloria got into bed and pulled the sheet back, waiting for Charles to join her.
She had one knee slightly lifted and her thighs were parted so that he could see her cunt.
It was a tasty sight, indeed.
Her cunt lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom, revealing the inner flesh which was streaked with ribbons of cunt juice.
Her clit was stiff and tingling.
Charles moved towards the bed, naked now, and his cock had risen halfway so that it stood straight out in front of him, parallel with the floor. It seemed to be aiming at her like a pointer. The knob bobbed slightly up and down. Gloria gazed at that glowing pecker head, smiling with the pleasant glow of anticipation.
Charles had the biggest and the loveliest cock that she had ever encountered, she thought. Of course, she had never known many pricks. There had been only two men before she met Charles and none afterwards, so she was really in no position to make an accurate judgment. Not objectively. But subjectively, she was perfectly satisfied with her husband's cock. It was just the right size to fit her pussy, stuffing her to the brim.
It fit her mouth just right, too, and although she had never sucked any cock but his, she felt sure that it as as tasty as any cock could be, as thrillingly hard and hot, as smoothly textured and as filled with cum.
Yes, Gloria was perfectly happy with Charles.
What did she need with some horny boy who had the hots for her? Gloria slid into bed.
They left the sheet folded back by tacit agreement, both knowing they were going to have sex.
"So young Jack lusts for you, eh?" he said.
"I'm afraid so."
"Afraid? Flattered, I'll bet."
"Well," she said, batting her eyelashes up and down. "It is sort of flattering to know that a young man wants me. I'll bet he jerks off, thinking about me."
Charles' prick lurched, coming up to an angle before his flat belly.
Gloria was perfectly aware of the effect her words were having on his prick.
She said, "Oh, I'll bet he pulls himself off two or three times a day-thinking about my body and pretending that he's screwing me."
"Just so he only pretends," Jack said.
"Oh, I won't let him have me, darling. Although it is fun to wear sexy clothes while he's in the house, just to get him all excited. Just harmless fun."
"Not too sexy," Jack grunted.
The head of his cock was throbbing now.
"Oh, no-just brief shorts or a tight sweater-just to give him something to really think about while he's whacking his cock to jelly."
"Why, that idea really turns you on," Charles said.
Gloria looked speculative, wondering if she should tell her husband what she was thinking. Then, because he had a hard-on and her cunt was creaming, she decided that she would. It was just pillow talk.
She said, "I was tempted to finger-fuck myself, in fact-while I thought about Jack jerking off."
Charles blinked.
"I didn't-but I was tempted." 'Why, you tramp!" he said.
But he was grinning and he said it in fun. The idea had started his cock vibrating.
He rolled over, facing her.
Gloria turned onto her side and they lay face to face. Her thrusting tits pressed against his hard chest, the stiff nipples branding him at flaring points.
His iron hard cock pushed into her soft belly, pressing an elongated furrow in her flesh.
They kissed.
Their lips brushed lightly together for a moment, then ground together hard and her tongue slipped out, into his mouth. He sucked on it. When she withdrew, his tongue followed, pushing into her mouth, in turn. They swapped tongues back and forth and his hands began to glide up and down her smooth body.
Lowering his head, he licked at her tits, running his tongue up the deep, soft cleavage and then circling around to lave her nipples. His lips parted over one of those stiff tips.
"Ohhh... " she moaned, as fiery passion caught her up and spun her in a maelstrom of lust.
Although his cock was rampaging against her belly, Charles was in no hurry to fuck her. He could see that his sexy wife was particularly horny this evening and wanted to make it good for her, to give her a special treat. He mouthed her nipples in turn, attentively and slowly, while she squirmed against him.
He slid a hand down and cupped her mound, his fingers dipping into her pussy.
Her cunt felt as if it were on fire.
He stroked the parted cunt lips and rubbed the tingling bead of lust, then slowly pushed two fingers up her sucking hole and started finger fucking her rhythmically.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, exclaiming each time his probing fingers pushed up her cunt hole.
His head moved back and forth, mouthing her tits in turn, as his hand worked on her twat.
"Fuck me, darling," she whimpered.
"Not... quite... yet," he whispered.
"Oh! I'll come! You're going to make me come before you put your cock up me!"
But that didn't matter.
Gloria was quite capable of coming more than once, and usually did. An orgasm before they started fucking did not hinder the coupling in the slightest. Often she creamed three or four times before her husband finally shot his wad and he had an idea this was going to be one of those times-and every intention of making it so.
He looked up at her face.
Her countenance was contorted by lust, a mask of pure passion. Her eyes were narrowed, her lips parted. Her heavy lower lip was trembling.
Charles wondered if maybe she was thinking about Jack, having a fantasy about the horny youth.
The idea made him hotter than ever.
Her pussy was sucking on his fingers as if she wanted to drag his whole arm up her cunt. He could hear the soft, moist squishing sound her crotch was making as he steadily pushed in and pulled out.
He decided to eat her out.
The moment that he thought about that taste treat, his mouth began to water for juicy cunt.
He moved down, licking at her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button, going lower.
"Ooooh," she squealed, when she realized he was going to give her some head.
His lips brushed through her curly pubic thatch. His tongue lapped through the golden curls.
Gloria opened her legs wide and arched her back, tilting her smoldering crotch up. Charles teased her.
He by-passed her pussy and went down to her legs, slurping up her inner thigh with long tongue strokes that ended at the crease of her crotch, still not making contact with her steaming cunt. His saliva left a glistening trail up her legs and her cunt was flowing heavily now. The lips had peeled back from a slit to a slot and that open slot was filled with cunt juice.
She stared down, seeing his handsome face framed between her thighs and above her rounded belly-seeing him through the sloping curvature of her big tits, just his head, disembodied, hovering over her crotch.
"Do it!" she wailed.
She was afraid that she would cream at any moment, coming before he got his tongue up her. Since he was in the mood to eat cunt, that would be a terrible shame.
"Suck me, darling! Suck me off!"
Charles lowered his face to her crotch.
His tongue came out and lapped lightly at her cunt lips, tracing up the folds.
Using only the tip of his tongue at first, he slurped up her juicy crack and across her vibrant clit, causing the sexy woman to tremble and moan.
Then he fitted his lips to her cunt lips, tilting his head, just as if her cunt were a mouth that he was kissing. He began to suck steadily, while he stabbed his stiffened tongue as far up her hole as it would reach.
He was belly down on the bed and his prick was so hard that it was jamming down into the mattress.
But his cock would have to wait its turn-he wanted her to cream in his mouth first.
He was tongue fucking her with relish and sucking on her slot with great attention to details. Cunt juice ran over his taste buds, making him hungry for more, for the heavy flow of her climax when she creamed in his drooling mouth.
Gloria clamped her thighs around his head, pushed them wide apart, tightened them again, moving her legs in tempo with the long, rippling thrills that were coursing across her belly and running up her thighs.
Charles began to use his hands as well as his mouth, manually assisting the delicious task.
He pushed three fingers up her hole and began to finger-fuck her steadily while his tongue slipped around the creamy pussy and his lips sucked on her stiff, tingling clit. He gently pushed the middle finger of his other hand into her taut asshole, adding a new dimension to the thrill that was spinning her to the dizzy heights of sexual sensation.
Gloria was panting and moaning.
The thrill had become so intense that she wasn't sure if she was at the peak or not, if she was coming at the crest or still building towards it.
Wave after wave of ecstasy ran through her, coming faster and higher with each wave, until the separate waves had become one prolonged, sustained thrill.
Charles knew that.
His mouth was filling up with cunt juice.
He thrust his fingers up and sucked the cunt juice from her hole ravenously, swallowing the delicious nectar down and sucking more out as she gyrated and writhed in a torment of lust, grinding her pussy against his face until he was soaked with cunt juice from chin to brow.
Squirming wildly, Gloria worked her climax off in his face.
After an eternity, she lay still.
Charles lapped away gently, gathering up the flow of her juices and, at the same time, starting to prepare her for another orgasm when he put his cock in her. Soon she was ready.
He rose up, his prick throbbing as he moved it towards her cunt. Gloria had not thought of Jack at all.