Chapter 1
"Ahhhh, darlin', just look at the tits on you!" Dave Crenshaw hissed to himself, watching the girl cross the walk in front of his office.
Dave was sitting at one of the window boxes in the old Victorian mansion he had restored to house his contracting business. His eyes never left the covey of delectable secretaries from the high-rise insurance building across the busy street as they made their way past his window.
Headed for the diner up the way, no doubt, Dave thought to himself. It was lunch time.
All of the girls in this particular group were pretty, but Dave had special plans for the tall redhead at the center of the pack. This one was a true knockout-long, silky red hair the color of beaten bronze, unfettered, bouncing breasts moving freely beneath her business-like dress, long, slinky legs in soft-brown stockings, partially hiding the peaches and cream complexion of her perfectly white skin, and finally, the face! The red-tressed secretary had a cute little turned-up nose, a pair of high cheekbones that gave her a classic profile, and a set of deep, hungry blue eyes the color of an undiscovered mountain lake.
"I'm gonna' fuck you so hard you'll squeal for mercy!" Dave muttered, his eyes still riveted to the tall secretary's swaying ass as she disappeared with her friends into the diner.
A car pulled up in front of the office, the movement catching the corner of Dave's eye. It was Paula's Cadillac.
"Aw, shit!" Dave cursed softly, another good fantasy shot in the ass.
Scurrying back across the huge, high-ceilinged room, the contractor jumped into the leather chair behind his desk and pretended to study some blueprints. The front door opened and Paula, Dave's attractive, slightly overweight wife came in carrying an armload of packages.
"Ta-dah! Bought out the store again!" Paula announced with a smile, staggering under the awkwardness of her burden.
The small, dishwater-blonde woman kicked the door shut behind her and made her way over to the couch where she dumped the whole pile of bags and boxes onto the leather surface. Bending over to sort through the confusion, Paula offered Dave a view of her main assets as a sex partner-and her main drawback. She had a pretty, slightly fat face, beautiful, haunting grey eyes, a set of large, very desirable tits, and acceptable, if somewhat chunky, legs. But her ass was not what it had been when Dave had married her three years earlier-or rather, it was as it had been, but there was now a good deal more of it.
"I'm glad you make so much money, you wonderful crook of a builder!" Paula giggled, picking out a new, very sheer, very sexy nightgown and holding it against herself for Dave's approval.
"So am I, babe," Dave chuckled at her kid-in-a-candy-store antics. Paula had been very poor when they had met, and Dave did make great amounts of money, and he didn't mind indulging her at all.
"Hey, why be so stingy?" he asked her suddenly, realizing he was still turned on from watching the redhead's stately progress down the street and dreaming of fucking her. "Why not give the old man a real show?"
So saying, Dave got up and pulled the drapes on the two windows in his office. He knew he had a horny look in his eyes, and he knew equally well that Paula would see it and be excited in turn. You couldn't knock the little spendthrift for her sex-drive, that Dave had to admit.
"Hmmmmm, maybe a private showing of Madame's boudoir apparel could be arranged, Sir," Paula teased, unbuttoning the top of her dress front, kicking off her high-heeled shoes.
"Oh, yeah, honeypie, let's see what that fucking nightie looks like over those big, luscious titties of yours!" Dave urged his wife on, knowing that his language would excite her even more.
"Ooooooo, you horny devil!" Paula blushed, laughing, "Such language!"
"Damn right!" Dave grinned, seeing his wife getting hotter by the second. "Let's see that pretty little cunt!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" Paula sighed, hurrying out of her dress and unsnapping her bra.
The softball-sized tits tumbled free, and Paula's fingers trembled with excitement, her face grew more flushed, as she shucked off her pantyhose and began rolling her brightly colored bikini panties off her large hips.
"No, let me do that!" Dave insisted, getting up from his desk once more and coming toward the couch. He detoured just a few steps and locked the door.
"Wha-what about the nightie?" Paula inquired stupidly as her husband reached her and sat her down roughly.
'Fuck that stuff! Dave answered, sweeping the packages off onto the floor in a heap, the translucent garment floating down to crown the pile.
Dave stood up and yanked off his coat, shirt and pants. He thrashed out of his shoes and socks and jerked his loose-fitting boxer shorts off and threw them with his other clothes.
"Ahhhh, hard already, darling?" Paula purred happily, seeing Dave's thick, seven-inch spear of cock flesh standing at attention just in front of her face.
"You bet, let's see if you're as ready as I am," Dave smiled, dropping to his knees in front of his wife.
Paula cooperated quickly, lifting her butt off the smooth leather surface as Dave pulled her clinging panties off and whisked them down her sleek, fleshy legs. He spread her knees wide apart and shouldered in between them, pushing Paula back onto the couch and scooting her big ass forward.
The puffy, brown-thatched lips of her pussy opened invitingly to him, and Dave wasted no time in placing his thumbs on both sides of her gash and spreading it fully open. The hidden pearl of his wife's clit popped into view, as did the heady, pink-folded inner lips of her rapidly-lubricating cunt.
"Tasty!" Dave commented, licking the pouting slit up and down with his greedy tongue.
"Aaaaaa-ooooooh" Paula moaned as his swiping snake hit her tender clitty. "That's it, baby, eat me good!"
Her husband had every intention of doing just that. His racing tongue shot deep into her cunt, his lips coming to rest against her furry mound and swollen labial folds. He swirled his sunken snake around inside Paula's fluid, butter-warm pussy walls, reveling in the slickness of her hot cunt and the taste of her salty-sweet juices as they flowed into his eagerly sucking mouth.
Dave pulled his tongue out of his wife's gooey depths and flicked her clit lightly with just the tip. Her fingers immediately wound themselves in his moderately long, wavy brown hair and she began pulling him into her.
"Ugh, oh, oh, fuck, baby, FUCK!" Paula groaned and shivered, moving her large hips in perfect time with her man's tonguing. "That's what I need! Ohhhhhh, suck my clit! Eat my hot pussy!"
The excited contractor's mouth was working like a vacuum on his wife's undulating, seeping cunt now, sucking at her tiny bud, licking and teasing it, gobbling down all of the boiling cunt juice. He could see Paula's pussy beginning the first of the tell-tale contraction's that would bring on her orgasm.
"My tits! Play with my burning titties, pleasssse!" the turned on housewife suddenly wailed, her climax very near.
Never missing a lick with his busy tongue, Dave moved his hands up to grasp one of Paula's jiggling tits in each fist. He caught her big, extended nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began squeezing the pulsing, pliant flesh gently.
"Oh, God, yes!" Paula screamed, her tits jumping in unison, "Roll my nubbies, roll them hard!"
Dave increased the pressure on his wife's nipples just slightly, sucking harder on her clit as he did so. The near frenzied woman bucked in ecstasy, her plump little body shimmying and writhing with passion as the first of her cum spasms hit.
"Oh, fuck, baby! I'm there!" Paula shrieked "Aggghhh! Ow www www! So fucking fine!"
The licking, sucking builder kept his head buried in his wife's gushing, clenching snatch until the last little tremors of cum-sensation had drained away. He was on fire with his own need, his horniness increased by the fact that he had not been dreaming of his wife's familiar cunt as he had tongued her to completion-he had told himself it was the redheaded secretary, and his satisfaction had been doubled!
"Now it's my turn," Dave panted as he struggled to his feet.
Offering both hands to his wife, he pulled her up from the couch and kissed her hard on the mouth, his mind still on the redhead. Their lips met, his still dripping with the residue of her pussy spray, and their tongues intertwined- His steely cock slapped against her wet pussy insistently as they embraced, her still-firm tits digging into his hairy chest.
As if he were waltzing with her, Dave turned Paula with him and placed himself in front of the couch. He broke the kiss off, still retaining a grip on her hands, and sat down, pulling her to her knees in front of him. His thick poker of cock flesh stood up eagerly in front of her lips, demanding attention.
"Don't.,. don't make me, you know . . . swallow it," Paula pleaded. "You know I don't like that."
"Sure, baby, I'll pull out in time," Dave assured her, knowing in his own mind that he was lying. He loved the surprised look on her face when the first hot ribbons of cum hit the back of her throat, and the gulping, half-strangled sound as she reluctantly choked his j ism down.
Hesitantly, as if she knew his thoughts, Paula opened her mouth and leaned forward. Dave reached down and took one of her bouncing, rose-tipped breasts in each hand and began to knead her once more, knowing what that would do to his hot-blooded wife.
"Ohhhhh!" Paula moaned, her mouth ovaling perfectly.
The moist, open lips surrounded Dave's pointed, spear-like cock tip and he came up a little out of the couch, burying an inch of his prick in her hot, saliva-filled mouth. Paula just held him in her lips for a second or two, getting used to the taste and feel of his throbbing cock head again.
"Come on, sweetheart, suck that thing!" Dave demanded, rubbing her nipples a little harder.
Paula groaned with excitement as he increased the pressure on her super-sensitive tits. She dipped her head lower, eating another two inches of Dave's musky, man-smelling cock.
"Your tongue, your tongue!" Dave coached her.
Obediently, Paula began swirling her tongue around her husband's thudding erection, sucking another inch of its total length into her jaws as she licked it. Dave sighed with pleasure at the feel of half of his prick sliding into her hot, juicy mouth. He tugged her in closer to the couch by pulling on her nipples, until his cock at last disappeared completely in her stretched, suctioning lips., "Yeah, baby, yeah! That's great!" Dave groaned. "Eat every fuckin' inch of it!"
Paula was getting hot again, he could tell. The mouth action around his swollen dong began to get really lively-her tongue made looping circles around his prick, going faster and faster, really caressing the head-and her tits crushed into his manipulating fingers with each bob of her head.
The suction on Dave's jerking, excited cock grew with each passing moment. Paula was burbling and cooing around his prick now, impassioned by the expert caress of Dave's fingers of her engorged tits. He knew that she was capable of a breast-cum, if he could just keep his own boiling jism capped up long enough to wait for her trembling tits to carry her over the top again too.
"Baby, your tits, your tits are like pink, glowing coals," Dave said aloud, diddling her nipples.
"Mmmmmmmm! MMMMMMMM!" Paula hummed in agreement, grinding her throbbing nipples against his hands as she rammed his big cock in and out of her hurtling mouth.
Paula's long, brown-blonde hair tickled Dave's thighs as she whipped her head up and down over them. She held his tightening nutsack in her hands, squeezing each ready-to-shoot egg gently between her fingers while she gobbled and licked at the cock splitting her pretty mouth.
"MMMMMMMAAGGGGHHHH!" Paula wailed, Dave thumbing her nipples at the same time until she came.
At the same moment Paula's second blistering orgasm slammed into her, Dave gave a throaty groan and cut loose in her sucking mouth. A huge wad of cum splattered against the wailing, gurgling housewife's tongue. Panic mixed with bliss in Paula's heavy-lidded eyes as she realized what was happening, but it was too late to do anything about it, and she forced herself to swallow the tremendous spurts of hot cock cream that Dave continued to pump into her mouth.
"Ulp, gahhh! Ooooof, gulp!" Paula whined and choked the burning, salty tasting goo down as best she could, still bobbing her head, slave-like, to milk the last small gushes of jism out of Dave's contracting nuts.
"Aaaaaaah!" Dave hissed with contentment. He had his eyes closed and he was dreaming that his prick was buried in the redhead's mouth instead of his wife's.
Paula jumped up as soon as Dave released her tits. She headed straight for the private bathroom, her over-fleshed ass moons jiggling as she went.
Amid the sounds of his wife hacking and spitting in the sink, Dave got back into his clothes and gathered up Paula's. She came back in without speaking to him, putting her things back on without looking at him, "You said you wouldn't do that," she whispered angrily at last, collecting her packages, still not looking at him.
"Awww, come on, babe, don't be that way," Dave smiled at her, trying to avoid a fight.
"That's just it-I'm not that way!" Paula flamT "I just wish you'd get that through your head!"
Fuming, the little housewife stomped out of the office, jumped in her new Cadillac and roared away for home. Dave knew she would still be mad at him this evening. He made a note on his desk calendar to stop on the way home and buy some flowers.
Dejectedly, Dave went back over to the window box, opened the curtains, and caught sight of the group of secretaries returning from lunch. The redhead was leading, her saucy tits jiggling along in proud time with her taut ass cheeks. Dave felt his cock jump in his shorts as he watched her.
"Shit, even a blow job doesn't kill the itch for her!" he whispered to himself in amazement. "Not bad for an old guy!"