Chapter 1
Ruth Richards stood in front of the gilt-edged mirror on the bathroom door and looked at her reflection. She still looked damn good in the skimpy little outfit she'd worn when she worked at Alfonses. The dark green satin made her large eyes flash green and the low-cut neckline showed off her creamy white tits to their fullest advantage. Ruth's hands slid over her gently rounded thighs and slipped between her shapely legs to cup the steamy mound of her pussy. All the men in the club had whistled at her when she came on duty. Of course all that was over now that Jack had gotten his promotion. It wouldn't do for the wife of a high-ranking Post Office official to work in a nightclub. Jack didn't even know that she still had the outfit. He was glad that part of their life was over. Ruth wasn't so sure ... it was pretty boring being a housewife seven days a week.
"Hurry up in there!" Jack's heavy voice demanded. "Jesus Christ, Ruth ... you going to be in there all night?"
Ruth sighed, slipping out of the sexy outfit and putting on her shapeless robe again. She hid the green outfit under a pile of towels in the bathroom closet. She ought to put it on for the grocery boy some day. That'd make his eyes pop out.
"Coming, dear," she called out sweetly, sticking her tongue out at the closed door.
Ruth slipped out the door and brushed her hair in front of the mirror in the bedroom. She hoped Jack wasn't in the mood for sex tonight. She just didn't feel like it. Fucking with Jack was so damn boring. The same old thing, every time. He'd climb on top and shove his big prick in her cunt and hump away, not seeming to care if she had any fun. All Jack cared about was getting his stiff cock off. He never even asked her if she enjoyed it.
Jack appeared in the doorway, grinning sheepishly. He had a yellow towel wrapped around his waist and there was a stiff bulge right at the center of it. Ruth forced a smile on her face. She'd just have to put up with it, as boring as it might be. Jack was a good husband and he was entitled to a piece of ass now and then. She just wished he'd do something different ... anything. If only life weren't so damn boring.
Jack's big fingers hit the light switch and the room plunged into darkness. Maybe if he'd leave on the light it would be better. Ruth had given up asking, though. Jack thought it wasn't proper to fuck his wife with the light on. Kinky thrills weren't for husband and wife, he'd told her once.
"Got something for you, honey," Jack growled, slipping under the covers. "Know what I mean?"
Ruth suppressed the urge to giggle at her husband. He always acted so boyish when he wanted to fuck. She wished he'd come right out and ask for what he wanted. That's what a real man would do.
"I think I know what you mean," Ruth said, her voice breaking into a giggle in spite of herself. "You mean this! Don't you?"
Ruth's hand shot forward and grabbed hold of Jack's stiff cock.
"Uh ... yeah!" Jack sputtered. It always took him off guard when Ruth acted bold like that. It didn't fit with his image of how a proper wife should act. He didn't mind when someone else reached for his cock, but when Ruth did it, it always ended up embarrassing him.
"You ... you want it, honey?" he asked timidly. "You want to fool around a little?"
Ruth couldn't help the giggle this time. Jack always asked the same way. Wanting to know if she wanted to fool around like a couple of necking teenagers. What was wrong with the word fuck? They were both adults, for Christ's sake.
"Sure," she replied, sliding her hand up and down his big cock. If there was anything nice about Jack it was the size of his big, strong cock. He had the biggest cock Ruth had ever felt. It was warm and soft and long. She felt little shudders sweep through her creamy pussy every time she touched it. Feeling Jack's big cock never failed to get Ruth excited. At least Jack was number one in that department. He might not be much in imagination, but his big, hard cock made up for a lot.
"Touch my titties," Ruth moaned, thrusting her quivering, firm mounds out at Jack's hairy chest. "Come on, honey. Play with my titties a little bit. You know how I like that...."
Jack's hands shot out and closed around the firm, hot mounds of Ruth's enormous tits. He wished she'd wait for him to make the first move, but he did love to squeeze her big, fleshy tits and roll her hard little pink nipples around in his fingers. She had beautiful tits ... that's why he started dating her in the first place, three years ago.
Ruth's tits were phenomenal. They thrust out from her chest like two wobbling mountains. He could still remember what she looked like in that skimpy little outfit she used to wear before he made her quit the job at the club. Ruth was stacked, and she had a body that would make those pin-up girls in the magazines blush.
Little hot licks of excitement radiated out from Ruth's quivering tits and traveled down her body to the moist, sweet creamy cunt. When Jack played with her tits like that, it made her pussy water and itch with frustration. She wished he'd play with her pussy too. If Jack would only run his big fingers over her creamy snatch and dip his wide fingertip into her hot, wet pussyhole she might really enjoy making it with him. He never did, though. He'd stopped playing with her pussy right after they were married. She guessed she could understand that, even if she didn't like it. Jack tried to treat her like his father treated his mother. And Ruth would be willing to bet that Jack's father had never touched his mother's pussy. Mrs. Richards didn't look like the kind of woman that would stand for someone touching her pussy ... not even her husband!
"Ooooooh, that feels wonderful, hon," Ruth sighed, closing her eyes and concentrating on the sweet little thrills that Jack was creating in her lush, creamy tits. She slid her fingers over the glossy head of his enormous prick and moaned. She loved it when Jack rubbed her hard, aching nipples that way. It almost made up for the things he didn't do.
"Oooooh," Ruth groaned as Jack climbed over her. If only he had done it a little longer, just a few more moments of rolling her rock-hard nipples, but the way he was climbing between her legs meant he was ready for more action. She spread her legs obligingly, like a good wife should, and sighed.
"Put it in," Jack groaned, his heavy cock weaving in front of Ruth's eyes. "Come on, honey. Put it in for me."
Ruth reached out and grabbed his cock almost savagely. She pointed the swollen red head of it right at the center of her squirming, watering pussy.
"Push!" she squealed. "Hurry, Jack ... push it in!"
Ruth couldn't help the scream of delight she gave as Jack's wide cockhead slid into her horny pussy. Her legs trembled and her tit bounced as Jack lunged forward, shoving his wide, hard cock right into her tight cunt.
"Aaaaagh!" she squealed. "That's it, Jack! It's in, Jack! Your big cock is all the way in my hot pussy!"
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Ruth knew she'd made a mistake. She felt Jack's heavy body stiffen and she heard the startled gasp he gave at her words.
"Don't talk like that!" he growled. "You know I don't like you to talk dirty, like that! You're not some kind of cheap whore ... you're my wife and you'd better start acting like it!"
"I ... I'm sorry, Jack," Ruth moaned. "I didn't mean to say that. I know you don't like it, honey. I ... I just forgot ... that's all!"
"Well ... don't do it anymore!" Jack growled. "Act like my good, sweet girl ... all right?"
Ruth nodded. "Anything you say, honey," she promised. "Just don't stop, hon. Keep on f ... doing it! Just keep on doing it to me."
Jack shook his head angrily. Every time he and Ruth started fooling around, she had to go and spoil it by saying something dirty. He wished she could get it through her thick head that wives weren't supposed to act like that. At first he thought it was working at the club that had given Ruth such a dirty mouth, but lately he was really beginning to wonder. Ruth had quit the club over a year ago and she still talked like a cheap cocktail waitress. He didn't care if anyone else talked like that ... some of the girls he'd fucked at those conventions said worse things than Ruth did. But he hadn't married them. A wife just wasn't supposed to act that way. He wished Ruth would act more like his mother. He was sure his father never had the problems that he had with Ruth.
Jack's hard cock lurched in the tight channel of Ruth's hot pussy. She sure had a hot cunti It was hotter and tighter than anyone else he'd ever fucked. And Jack Richard had fucked plenty of girls. Half the girls in the Post Office wouldn't mind giving Jack Richards a tumble. He knew that for a fact. He could tell by the way they wiggled their cute little asses when they walked through his office. Maybe he ought to give that cute little blonde number a tumble. Gary Hansen's wife was nothing to sneeze at. He usually didn't play around with the wives of his letter carriers, but Robin Hansen was just too sweet to pass up. He doubted that Gary even noticed what his wife did in her spare time. He was too busy goofing off on the job to worry about his sweet, little wife. Gary Hansen was one of Jack's biggest headaches. He was always late on the route and he was sure that Gary was spending some of his time inside the houses on his route. Some of those gals who stayed at home all day didn't have anything to look forward to except the mailman. And Gary Hansen did look devilishly handsome in uniform.
Jack looked down at Ruth and realized that he was just lying there, not moving a muscle. Ruth was watching him, wide-eyed, and she looked puzzled.
"Uh ... sorry, honey," Jack apologized. "I just got started thinking about the job."
Ruth giggled. "You were a million miles away," she teased, grateful that Jack seemed to have forgotten about her dirty words earlier. At least he wasn't mad at her anymore.
Ruth wiggled her hips a little so the head of Jack's big cock poked a little farther in her steaming cunt. She smiled sexily.
"Come on, honey," she whispered. "It's beginning to feel really good."
Jack grinned, his good mood restored. He began drawing his cock out of his wife's nipping pussy, slowly, inch by inch. "Ready?" he asked, preparing to lunge in hard.
"Yes!" Ruth moaned. She knew what was coming now. Jack loved to drive his hard cock into her steamy pussyhole like a trip-hammer, pounding at her soft cunt relentlessly. Ruth liked it too. She loved to feel Jack's hard prick pounding and jerking inside her steamy cunt. If only he could do it for just a little longer. Ruth was sure that if Jack could keep it up, she would climax right along with him.
"Ooooooh, do it honey!" the excited girl moaned. "Hurry! Do it hard, really hard!"
Jack grinned, his teeth flashing white in the darkness. "Here it comes!" he yelled. Then he shoved forward with his hips, practically knocking Ruth's breath out of her lungs with the mighty plunge he gave.
"Aaaaagh!" Ruth squealed. Jack's prick felt like a battering ram, plunging in deeper and deeper and knocking right up against the soft, quivering mouth of her womb. She raised her legs high and wrapped them around her husband's back, readying herself for the series of hard thrusts she knew were coming.
"Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" Jack gasped, piling into Ruth's soft, wet pussy. The bed rattled and shook. Jack fucked so hard and deep that even the windows of the bedroom rattled as the bed bounced against the natural wood floor.
"Oh, yes!" Ruth squealed, hanging onto Jack's back tightly. She dug her nails into the sweaty flesh of his back and held on with the tips of her freshly-manicured fingernails. Jack's big cock pounded harder and harder, faster and faster until Ruth's head was swimming around in circles and dizzying thrills shot through her wet, steamy pussy.
"Ooooooh, yes!" she moaned again. It felt so good she began to actually hope that this time she might make it. This time she might feel the shattering burst of orgasm she longed for.
Ruth's hot clit strained at the top of her pussyslit. Every time Jack's huge cock pounded down, her clit rubbed against the top of it, sending hot tingles racing through her shuddering cunt. A burst of lust swept through her body and she raised her legs even higher, forcing Jack's big pounding prick to go even deeper into her churning pussy.
"Oooooh," she squealed loudly. The breath whoosed out of her chest as Jack's heavy body came down harder and harder. She knew he couldn't keep up this fast, pounding pace for long. His big cockhead swelled up against the very back of her spasming cunt. His whole prick seemed to be stretching to fill up her tiny cunt. Jack's prick stretched larger and larger until the sides of Ruth's cunt were rubbed raw by his raging, driving cock.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Ruth squealed. She felt the dizzying waves rush over her hot body. Everything was going in a circle, her head, the spinning room, Jack's heavy, sweating body ... everything was swimming in a circle of hot dizzying lust.
"Oooooooh!" Ruth yelled. She was almost at the peak. It had never felt like this before when Jack fucked her. It felt like her squirming pussy was turning inside out with lust.
"Now!" Jack yelped and seconds later his big, hard prick was exploding, shattering Ruth's dream of the wonderful orgasm she almost had.
"Oooooh," she moaned twisting her hips and grinding her cunt-mound against his big body, trying to get that elusive thrill she knew she almost had.
Jack's cum splashed up her shuddering pussy channel and hosed against the soft, hotness of her womb. It filled her cunt and gushed back out again, dripping down her moist asscheeks and dropping to the sheets below.
Jack grunted once more. Then he slid his limp cock out of Ruth's hot pussy and rolled over. He slapped her on the ass and grinned proudly.
"That was really something, huh?" he asked, waiting for her approval before going off to the bathroom to clean himself up.
"It sure was something," Ruth agreed, trying to control her shaking voice. "Hurry up and use the bathroom honey. I'll wait until you're through."
Jack went off into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Ruth could hear him in there, whistling happily.
"Damn it all to hell!" Ruth muttered, pulling the covers around her shaking body. She had been so close. It just wasn't fair to have to end the night in frustration.
Ruth's slim hand slid down under the covers. She parted the juicy lips of her pussy and slid her finger in, twirling the straining bud of her hot little clit with her fingertip. At least she could do this much. She never failed to come when she fingered herself to orgasm. Just once though, she wanted to feel those shattering thrills with a big cock in her pussy. Just once she wanted a man to fuck her to orgasm, instead of her own highly-practiced fingers.
"Aaaaaah!" she moaned softly as the sweet thrills raced through her pussy. She slipped one slim finger into her gaping cunt that so recently held her husband's big cock. Then another finger joined the first and finally another. Ruth moaned and spread her long legs wide. The sensations became stronger and stronger as her flying fingers worked in the steamy vat of her cunt.
"Aaaagh!" she gurgled as the sharp thrills built to a shattering climax. Then her pussy exploded making her whole body convulse wildly. That's the way it should be. That's what it should feel like when her hot-shot husband decided it was time to fuck.
Ruth heard the water shut off in the bathroom. She had just time enough to pull her fingers out of her satisfied pussy before Jack was back in the bedroom, grinning at her.
"Your turn," he announced, slipping under the covers. "Hurry up, hon. I've got to get some sleep. I've got a big meeting tomorrow with the letter carriers."
Ruth noticed that Jack was already asleep when she crawled back in bed. It took her a long time to drop off to sleep. She was trying to figure out some way of changing her sex life. If Jack couldn't satisfy her, then she'd just have to find someone who could.