Chapter 1
"Ed, honey," Terry Murphy cooed, "have you noticed anything different about me tonight?"
The beautiful blonde housewife had sneaked up beside her husband as he watched TV. Tall and stacked, Terry was wearing a filmy see-through blue negligee that left nothing to the imagination. Her golden hair fell almost to her waist. She knew she looked outrageously sexy.
"Huh?" Ed said, his eyes glued to the tube.
"Take a look, babe," Terry said. "I think you'll like my outfit."
"Just a second," Ed grunted. "A commercial's coming up."
Terry gritted her teeth. It really galled her that Ed was more interested in TV than in her. Sure, they'd been married for six years now, and the first excitement was gone, but had Ed totally forgotten about sex?
Terry sure hadn't forgotten. She was as horny for Ed as on the day they'd met. Tonight she felt so lusty, she could hardly stand it. So she'd gone all out to get Ed aroused. That wasn't easy these days.
Finally the commercial came on, and Ed glanced up at her.
"Oh, yeah, that's real nice," he said. "While you're up, will you get me another beer?"
Terry could have screamed.
"Ed," she said, "doesn't this negligee remind you of something?"
He frowned, thinking it over.
"Hmmm, it's new, isn't it?" he asked at last. "You oughta watch the spending, Terry. I didn't get a raise this year."
Terry turned on her heels and marched to the kitchen. She grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and fought the urge to throw it through the window. She forced a smile as she took the beer back to Ed.
"Here you go, honey," she purred, giving him a quick kiss.
"Yeah, thanks," he muttered, turning back to the TV.
Terry wanted to yank him out of his recliner and yell at him. She wanted to remind him that he had a wife, a young and beautiful wife with urgent needs and desires. But she decided to try another tactic. She slipped onto his lap and snaked her arms around his neck.
This had to get his attention. He could look right down the deep cleavage of her gown and see her gorgeous big tits. He could smell her sexy cologne. She wriggled her ass against his fly to let him know just how she felt.
"Honestly, Ed," she smiled, "all you do any more is go to work and watch TV. I can think of something a lot more fun than that, can't you?"
Ed looked at her like she'd just dropped in from Mars. "Terry," he said impatiently, "I've waited all week to see this show. It's on sharks. You know I'm interested in sharks."
She was getting him angry, so she shut up. She just stayed snuggled on his lap, waiting for another commercial. She wondered how in hell she was going to get through to this man. Was their sex life over after only six years?
She and Ed had been so hot for each other the first year of their marriage, but gradually things had changed. Now Ed didn't seem interested in love-making. He was always too busy or too tired to get it on. It was driving Terry crazy.
"Ed, I have to talk to you," she said the moment the next commercial started. "We don't make love any more, I really miss it. In fact, it's driving me nuts! Is something wrong?"
Ed gave a deep sigh. "We're grownups now, Terry, not silly teenagers. There are other things to think about besides sex. I work a long hard day at the office, and when I come home I like to rest and relax."
Terry stared at him. She couldn't think of anything more relaxing than sex.
"But, Ed," she said, "I'm so horny. Couldn't we get it on tonight?"
Ed reached around her and grabbed the TV Guide. After flipping through the evening's listings, he said, "Yeah, I guess we could, after this program."
"Terrific!" Terry cried.
She slid off his lap. "Be along pretty soon."
It wasn't much, and it wasn't very romantic, but at least she was going to get laid. Terry hurried to the bedroom and stripped and got into bed. She could hardly wait for Ed to join her.
She tried to remember the last time they'd made love. It was two weeks ago, at least. It sure wasn't like their courting days, when they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Terry sure missed those times.
She wondered what was bothering Ed, why he wasn't interested in making love. She'd just asked him if anything was the matter, but he'd avoided the question. But now, as Ed finally walked into the bedroom, Terry began to understand.
He was wearing the same old sweatsuit and slippers he'd worn all week. Her Ed, who used to be a very sexy guy, was getting a little bald on top, and he was getting a spare tire from so much TV watching and beer drinking. He yawned without covering his mouth. Ed was becoming a slob.
He didn't bother to be sexy any more, and neither did Terry. Maybe on special occasions like this, she worked to make herself attractive, but most days Ed came home to a wife in old jeans and sweatshirts. He'd find her cleaning the oven instead of making him a martini.
Yes, the magic had gone out of their marriage. It was partly her fault, too. But tonight she was everything a husband could want, gorgeous and horny, ready to make hot love. Maybe that would light a fire under Ed.
"I've been so horny for you, babe," she said. "I've been wanting to jump you every night when you come home."
Ed grinned and started taking off his clothes. Even with the spare tire, he still had a pretty nice body. He was a big guy, powerfully muscled, and it turned Terry on just to look at him. She felt scalding juice spurting from her cunt.
Her pussy had been hot and swollen all week, because she was overdue for some loving, but now it was on fire. She felt her tits swelling, too, the nipples going long and engorged. She was panting by the time Ed slipped into bed beside her.
"Come here, you hunk!" she growled.
She grabbed for him and kissed him hard, plunging her hot little tongue into his mouth. She ran her hands over his big hard body. But when she reached his cock, she realized that Ed wasn't nearly as excited as she was.
She wrapped her fingers around his dick and started pumping it. Ed slid his tongue into her mouth, and she sizzled with lust. They exchanged long steamy tongue-kisses, and Ed started caressing her. Now they were getting somewhere.
"Play with me, honey!" Terry moaned.
Ed slipped his hand between her hot silky thighs and touched the swollen wet flesh of her pussy. Now he had to know how horny she was. As he started massaging the steaming flesh, she creamed all over his hand.
"Mmmmm, yeah, lover, that feels so good," she gurgled.
Yet she had the feeling that Ed was just going through the motions, just to please her and get her off his back. She pumped his cock harder and got no results. Their love-making wasn't going to get anywhere without a hard-on.
It was time for drastic measures, but Terry wasn't sorry. She especially loved going down on Ed, and he hadn't let her do it in months. There was never enough time, he said. He was always busy with something else, or he wanted to go to sleep. Well, now there was enough time.
Terry kicked the covers back and slid down to kneel beside his hips. Fisting the thick base of his prick, she bent down low, stuck out her tongue, and started lashing the wet meat against his blue-veined boner.
Ed gave a low sigh. Maybe she was getting to him at last. She gave his cock a complete tonguing, working her way slowly and deliciously up from his balls to the fat purple head of his prick. He started breathing hard, and she thought she was getting some response.
She repeated the whole process, tonguing her way lustily and hungrily from the base to the head, and now she felt his dick swelling and hardening in her fist. Ed had his eyes closed, and he was smiling a horny smile.
It dawned on Terry that maybe he was thinking of another woman, pretending he was making it with somebody less boring than his wife. At the moment she really didn't care, not as long as she got laid. Let him think whatever he wanted, as long as his cock kept swelling.
Her greedy hot tongue finally did the job. Ed's cock ballooned into a wrist-thick pillar of hard meat. The sight of his engorged prick always drove Terry wild. The guy was terrifically well hung. At least she assumed he was. She'd never made it with another man, so she had no basis for comparison.
All she knew was that Ed's cock seemed huge to her and that it satisfied her completely. She creamed furiously as she eyed his stiff throbbing prick. She lashed her tongue over the gleaming purple head, and Ed snorted with lust.
"Yeah, baby, let's go!" he growled.
He took Terry by surprise as he suddenly rolled on top of her. She'd wanted to go on with their delicious slow sex-play, just taking her time, but as usual Ed was in a hurry. He never had time for foreplay any more.
But Terry wasn't complaining. Beggars can't be choosers, and she was happy enough just to get fucked. She opened her legs wide for him, and he sank down between her hot thighs. She felt his steel-hard prick poking her tender pussy.
"Yes, honey, stick it in me!" she moaned.
"Give me every inch of that big thing!"
Ed growled lustily and plugged the fat hard head of his cock into her moist little cunt mouth. Terry sobbed with excitement and jerked her hips up, impaling herself on another thick inch of his dick. He started sliding his cock into her, cramming her full of that hard throbbing meat.
"Oooooooooh, God! Yessssss!" she wailed.
The horny young housewife was in heaven. She creamed heavily and helplessly as her husband inched his huge stiff cock into her. She was so up for this. Hell, she was practically coming, and he wasn't even all the way in. At last his mammoth hard-on butted up against her womb, and she wept with relief.
"Oh, shit, honey, that feels so great!" she sobbed. "Fuck me, Ed! Fuck the living shit out of me, baby!"
Ed caught his breath and started hammering his meat into her pulpy hot depths. He was never slow and sensuous any more, but Terry didn't care about that now. All she wanted was to fuck, no matter how she got it.
"Yes, yes! Fuck it to meeeee!" she howled.
She clawed his broad shoulders and jerked her hips to his hard horny rhythm. She wished they could go on fucking all night, like they used to when they were first married. Come to think of it, Ed was never tired the next day, not then.
He could fuck all night and all weekend, then go to work all fired up with energy and enthusiasm. Not any more. Now he was too tired most of the time to make love. But Terry pushed all those disagreeable thoughts from her mind and abandoned herself to the delight of fucking.
"Unnnnnhhhh, Ed, honey! I love it!" she moaned. "I love the way you're fucking me, baby!"
Ed said nothing, but that wasn't unusual. He just grunted and snorted and humped away like a horny animal. Terry loved it. She was way overdue for a good hard fucking. Closing her eyes, she let him batter her steadily towards the orgasm she craved. It sure as hell wasn't going to take her long to get there."
And that was good, because Ed suddenly groaned, "Awwwww, shit-gonna come!"
Terry felt very disappointed. She wanted this to be a long thorough session of love-making, the kind they used to have, but it wasn't going to happen. It never did any more. With Ed it was always quickies.
Time for her to grab whatever satisfaction she could. She arched her body till her ass left the bed, frantically rubbing her clit against Ed's pistoning shaft. That doubled her pleasure and spun her even faster towards release.
Then she made her cunt as tight as she could around his big jackhammering cock. The hot friction brought her to the very verge of climax. Not a moment too soon, either. Ed suddenly bellowed and began flooding her cunt with boiling jizz.
"Awwwwwwww, Jesus! Awwwwwwww!" he yelled.
The hard pounding brought Terry off, and she threw back her head and screamed. "Ohhhhhh, honey! Yesssssss! I'm com-mingggggg!"
The steaming bath of his jism made her climax very intense. Eyes closed tight, everything else forgotten, the love-starved young housewife came and came.
"Unnnnnhhhh, God, yesssss- whaaaaahhhhhhh!" she sobbed.
She was still shaking with the delicious aftershocks of her climax, when Ed rolled off her. She hated to feel his big cock leaving her greedy cunt. She wanted to keep it there all night. But he was rolling out of bed and putting on his clothes.
Terry sighed, "Honey, do you have to quit so soon? I could sure use a little more."
"Gotta hurry," Ed snapped. "I don't wanta miss Miami Vice."
Terry threw a pillow across the room, but Ed didn't notice. He was already on his way to the TV. She buried her face in the remaining pillow and sobbed with frustration. She hadn't been kidding Ed. She desperately needed more loving.
She'd been starved for sex for so long. One climax wasn't going to make up for months of neglect by her husband. She was lucky if she got laid twice a month, and even then it was over too soon for her to be satisfied.
It didn't used to be that way, Terry thought bitterly. There'd been a time when Ed couldn't fuck her enough. He'd keep at it till they were both exhausted. But not any more. Her husband didn't seem to find her exciting. Not as exciting as TV, anyhow.
She here she was, after nearly sex years of marriage, playing second fiddle to the boob tube. Terry didn't like it one bit. In fact she couldn't stand it. She needed good sex, often, or she'd soon go out of her mind with frustration. What in hell was the matter with Ed these days?
And what could she do about it? That was the big question. She loved Ed and didn't want to leave him. She didn't believe in cheating. She couldn't forget about her sexual needs either. They seemed to get more powerful and urgent every day.
There seemed to be no solution to her problem. Terry tossed restlessly, too horny to sleep. She couldn't go on this way much longer, yet she didn't see a way out.