Chapter 4
Mary and Hank's sex life did not always go so smoothly as the night that both kids were out of the house. There were many times when Mary wanted more than Hank could give her. Times like that put them both on edge.
The lewd thrill Mary had experienced when she watched her son in the bathroom had opened up a new vein of sexuality in the beautiful mother-of-two. She had been shocked with herself for responding so wantonly to the sight of her son stroking his hard cock. Rather than admit that she might have uncovered any forbidden longings, she decided that she simply was not getting enough from her husband. If her sexual appetite were truly sated, she would not look at her son with eyes of lust. Eyes of pride, love and admiration, okay. But the lust! That was wrong!
It disturbed her that she could not be her usual loving self with her son. She tried, but underneath her demonstrativeness was a new strain: a fear that she could not entirely trust herself. So great was her own anxiety, she did not even notice that her son was suffering from the same new reserve. Mary longed for things to go back to the way they had been. She wanted to feel truly comfortable with her son again, so she demanded more sexual input from her husband. She wanted Hank's hard cock to make her forget her son's slender, long cock and the lewd tingles it had excited in her needing cunt. She cursed herself every time she looked at her husband's swollen cock and mentally compared it to the way her son's cock had looked, erect and hard with excitement.
The kids took their lunches to school, so Mary normally ate alone. Sometimes Hank stopped in and ate with her, if he was in the neighborhood. He was a salesman, and his job took him all over the country.
Mary was about to sit down to a salad on this sunny Autumn day, when her husband's car pulled into the driveway. At once, Mary felt a surge of passion seize her cunt. She had been feeling restless and wanton all morning. When she had been changing the sheets on the beds, she had discovered cum stains on her son's fitted sheet. She felt a curious longing shoot through her at the thought that the handsome boy got his pleasure all alone in his bed. She had had to fight herself all morning to keep from thinking about what his hard cock would feel like. When she thought about whether Robbie was still a virgin, the thought that he might not be made her feel unreasonably angry, as though someone might have taken something from her!
Determined that what she needed was an afternoon alone with her husband, Mary rushed to her bedroom and slipped into a sheer silk dress that Hank liked her to wear when they were alone. She wore nothing underneath. Before going back downstairs in answer to her husband's call, she checked herself in the dresser mirror. The blonde vee of her pussy-hair was just visible through the gossamer camouflage of hand-painted flowers. Her nipples were hard, and they poked pertly against the material. She ran her hands through her soft blonde hair. She looked good, she decided, woman enough to attract any man with even the vaguest thought of pussy on his mind. If Hank did not have screwing on his mind now, she was determined to get it there fast.
"Hello, darling . . . I'm glad you could come by ... I really hate eating alone." She put her arms around her big, dark-haired husband and kissed him. She purposely rubbed her large, excited tits against his chest. A shiver of desire shot through her as she felt his strong hands grab her arms and hold her back from him so he could look at her.
"You're all ready for action, aren't you, beautiful?"
His question offended her. She realized that if he had been as interested as she was, the question would have been unnecessary. "I just like to look sexy for my husband . . . I like to feel sexy."
His smile softened. "I know you do, baby. And you are sexy. I'm just bushed. I've been running around all morning, and, hell, you know it's hot out there for this time of year!"
At once, Mary felt ashamed for thinking of herself first. Her husband had been out working hard for his family, and all she could think of was her own selfish wants. "Poor darling! Why don't I pour you a nice, cool glass of wine? You can sip it while I make a salad big enough for two."
But when she took him his wine, he seemed in no hurry to see her go back to the kitchen. He pulled her down onto his lap and peered lewdly down the front of her dress. Mary felt her nipples hardening once again under his lusty stare. Hard nipples always made Mary's cunt throb! He looked up at her, and she could see the longing in his eyes..
"You do look mighty good, beautiful! Why don't you indulge your old man and do something to make his hard cock feel good?"
Tremors of nervous hunger seized her as she lowered herself from his lap and onto her knees in front of him. She reached for the noticeable bulge in his pants and stroked it. Even through the material, the resilient feel of his cock made hot moisture surge from her cunt. It astounded Mary at how much power a hard cock had over her. Just one look at a stiff throbbing cock and ... she started to recall the day she had spied on Robbie in the bathroom. She drove the thought from her mind. It was her husband she wanted! Her husband's thick, hard cock!
The cock she had loved so well for the last sixteen years!
While her fingers scrambled to release his cock from his fly, the blonde marveled at the very idea that she had been with only one man in sixteen years. One man in her whole life, in fact, for she had been a virgin until she met Hank. He had taught her everything she knew about love.
Often, as she had stared at his throbbing cock, still the first sight of it sent chills down her spine, the way it always did. She barely had time to survey its swollen contours, to utter her first "oh" of admiration, before Hank forced her head down toward his lap. She had no choice but to open her mouth and take the turgid cock into her throat!
"Suck it, baby! Oh yeah . . . like that! . . . Suck my cock, Mary! Make your old man feel good!"
Though her pussy craved attention, Mary felt content to be slave to her husband's cock. She wanted to show him how much she liked to please him. She wanted to earn her reward. It would feel so good to feel his cock thrusting through the opening of her swollen pussy-lips, when her mouth had made his cock hard as steel, when her cunt could not any longer stand its convulsing frustration!
While her husband held her head over his lap, Mary struggled to work her mouth around his cock within the confines of his restricting hand. She gurgled and sputtered as her tongue swirled around the bloated rubbery tip of his cock. It pleased her to hear Hank's grunting moans of appreciation. He was falling under her spell. His hold on her head was relaxing. He was yielding himself to the manipulations of her talented mouth.
It was hard for the blonde wife to believe, as she stabbed her tongue into the slit in his cockhead, that she had once rebelled against cock-sucking. It had taken many months of coaxing and cajoling before she had finally yielded to her husband's obscene wish. She had shivered at the thought of debasing herself to something so crude, so dirty. She had been totally unprepared for the slavish passion that had possessed her when she finally found herself kneeling over a hard cock, sucking it to ever-burgeoning hardness.
She had thought that sucking cock was a pleasure for the man only. She had not anticipated the masochistic thrill of making her mouth a lewd receptacle for the teeming lust of a turgid cock!
Her wandering thoughts were working Mary up to a frenzy of excitement. She could feel the moisture from her pussy trickling down the insides of her thighs as she kneeled over her husband's cock. It was an unexpected thrill, in the middle of a lackluster day, to have her husband come in with a hard cock, to suddenly find herself immersed in wanton fantasy where before there had been only the contemplation of an afternoon to be spent washing floors. The silk felt sexy on her bare flesh. She groaned and shimmied as she established a jerking up-and-down motion over her husband's cock.
Once again, Hank firmly gripped his wife's blonde hair and shoved his cock as far as he could get it into her mouth. Her gags and struggles to take him all only made his balls tingle with excitement. She was such a sexy woman, his wife! He loved to watch those big lips of hers riding his cock with such snug, greedy fervor! ''Shit, woman . . . you sure know how to suck cock! Christ . . . your mouth feels so damn good! I can hardly wait to give you a mouthful of cum! Would you like that? Huh? A nice shot of hot juices for lunch?"
She could tell by his voice and by what he was saying that he was getting awfully excited. Mary was not entirely sure she liked what he was saying. She had been looking forward to climbing onto his cock and getting herself a cuntful. He had made it clear he wanted her to suck him to orgasm. She knew he loved to cum in her mouth. She would do it for him, just the way he wanted it. Then, after a while, they could make love again. Only next time, he would shove his cock hard and deep into her pussy. Her cunt was so hot and wet! She needed it so bad down there!
Hank began to thrust his cock up into his wife's mouth in a fierce, rampaging rhythm. He watched her blonde head bobbing over his loins in her zeal to take his cock however he wanted to shove it into her. Just watching her suck his throbbing cock was incredibly thrilling to the big man. Feeling her lips sliding wantonly along his cock-shaft made his balls hang heavy. Her tongue stabbed his fleshy cock again and again. Each time, her assault was unexpected. Each time, it made him groan.
"Baby, you're beautiful! How many husbands could get a blowjob like this at lunchtime? I've got the sexiest wife in the county!"
He remembered how she had been when he first managed to nag her into sucking his cock: so timid, so afraid. She had learned quickly the redeeming joys of giving good head. His trembling virgin had disappeared a long time ago, replaced by a greedy inferno of lust. A woman hungry for loving anytime, anywhere he chose . . . and many times when he did not choose. She was a handful, his wife, but he could not imagine life without her.
Hank had thought, at times, of taking a mistress. In his job, he came across many beautiful and interesting young women. It would have been easy for him, but he had never been able to get over the fear of what Mary might do if she found out.
He wanted to keep his wife. He had been a high-schooler when he first shoved his cock into her virgin pussy. Ever since then, her hot cunt had been home. The prospect of a little affair intrigued him at times, but not enough to make it a reality . . . not at the risk of losing his happy, horny wife.
"Mmmmmmppphh ..." Mary had gotten to the point where she was reveling in the frustration of her moist pussy. She squirmed her ass eagerly as she sucked her husband's cock, whining with the intensity of her excitement. There was a certain kind of pleasure in wanting something so much, wanting to feel her pussy full of hard cock. The thrill was in the anticipation. When her hardworking lips Had been sated with a dose of hot cum, then it would be her cunt's turn. She could already imagine that she would probably cum the first moment she felt his cock-shaft ploughing its way into her heated pussy-hole. It would feel so good!
She struggled to bob her head faster. Her tongue worked in concert with her fluttering lips to coax her husband's cock to greater hardness. She could feel it swelling in her mouth. The sensation tickled her nipples and her lusty pussy. It would not be long now before he gave it to her! Her entire being worked as a fine-honed instrument of love to bring her husband to resounding orgasm!
Hank's fingers were gripping at his wife's hair, but no longer with any particular end in mind. He was looking for something to hold on to, some hand hold to pull himself up that last little way. His wife was doing most of the work. He was relying on her. He knew she would not let him down. "Uuuuuhhh . . . God-d-d . . . you're good, woman!"
His compliment gave her the energy for that last flurry of effort, the one that sucked the cum right out of her husband's balls!
"Yi-i-i ... I'm cumming! Mmpphh . . . suck it! Suck it, baby!"
She sucked with all her might, swallowing the tangy juices of his surging excitement. Her tongue swirled over his cock-head as she made sure she got every one of the last dribbles of his potent juices. While he moaned in incoherent ecstasy, she continued to nibble his cock softly. She knew he liked to have her mouth there when he was coming down from the summit.
She remained with her head resting in her husband's lap while he dozed for a few minutes, the way he always did after lovemaking. When he opened his eyes, she stroked his flaccid cock softly and smiled at him. "Did I do good?" she asked brightly.
"You did good, baby . . . real good . . ."He was still not quite in possession of himself, but he stood up and started to zip his fly.
Alarm bells rang crazily in Mary's brain. He couldn't be taking his cock away, not with her pussy as hot as it was! She reached for his hand and looked up at him questioningly.
"I've got to get going, babe. I've got an appointment at two. I'll have to grab a hamburger afterward."
She was disappointed! Mary tried to make fun of her own horny anxiety as she watched her husband prepare to leave. Big deal! They could do it some more when he got home!
But she was still horny, damned horny! And all the rationalizations in the world were not going to help that.
She carried her husband's empty wine glass into the kitchen and filled it to the brim. The hell with housework for the rest of the day! Mary had earned her reward.
If it was not going to be a stiff cock, she would treat herself to a tipsy afternoon with a good romance novel. Screw her whole family! It was time for one frustrated housewife to do something nice for herself!