Chapter 1
Ann Collins entered the bedroom and froze. She stared, startled at the sight of her husband sitting on the edge of the bed, his right hand wrapped around the vein-ribbed shaft of his hard cock and a girly magazine spread open beside him.
"What are you doing, Ray?" she demanded when she had recovered from the shocking spectacle before her.
"I thought you were cleaning downstairs," he said, an instant blush darkening his face.
"This blouse is too hot. I thought I would change into something cooler." She stepped farther into the room, her blue eyes riveted on her husband. "Never mind that now," she said as shock gave way to anger. "It pisses me off that my husband sneaks up here to beat his meat like some frustrated teenager. If you aren't getting enough pussy, Ray, why in the hell didn't you say something?"
"Forget it, Ann," he said, closing the girly magazine and stuffing it into the drawer of the bedside nightstand.
"Bullshit!" she shouted, charging up to the bed. "How am I supposed to feel if you have to jack off to get satisfied? I want to take pride in being your wife. I want to make you happy."
"You do, Ann," he said, standing and putting his hands on her shoulders. "I'm horny all the damn time and I didn't want to turn you off by thinking I was some fuck-happy sex freak. I've lost one wife and I damn sure don't want to lose you."
"You should have told me, Ray," she said. "Your first wife, Janet, should have listened to your needs and encouraged you to be open with her. But that's her loss. My husband won't need pictures of girls with their pussies spread to get satisfied." She glanced down at his now limp cock and cupped it gently in her dainty hands. "You'll never have to sneak around with me, Ray. I want us to be open and honest with each other."
He groaned as her fingers massaged his prick back into a full, strong hard-on. "You've convinced me," he said in a soft whisper. "Oh, damn, that feels good!"
She smiled at him, then slowly sank to her knees without removing her hands from their busy work on his prick. She flipped her fingertips over the tip of his prickhead, teasing his piss hole. She watched eagerly as his cock reacted to her expert manipulations by throbbing in her hands.
"Goddamn, Ann!" he moaned, rubbing his hands through her short blonde hair. "That's driving me wild!"
"Hang on, buster," she said with a giggle. "This show is just beginning."
She moved her hands away from his bulging, slick-skinned cockhead, then fluttered her fingertips along the underside of his long fuck pole. She knew he was sensitive in this area and she concentrated on dragging her long fingernails gently over the protruding ridge. When she reached the base of his thick prick, she allowed her fingers to slither down in showering caresses over his bloated balls. She thrilled at their heaviness and chuckled happily as his horny prick leaped in wavering tension.
"Come on, Ann, stop fucking around and get on with it," he said through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on her head. "You don't want me jacking off, so stop doing it to me."
"You want to fuck my mouth, don't you, Ray?" she said, bathing his stiff, trembling cock with her hot breath.
"Oh, yes! yes!" he wailed, pressing her face closer to his throbbing cock. "Suck it, Ann! Eat my prick and drink my come! I know how much you like it."
She cupped his balls in the palms of her hands and slowly leaned forward until her lips were less than an inch from the tip of his cockhead. She breathed in the aroma of his prickmeat and didn't try to stop the longing ache that began to pulsate deep inside her cunt. Eating prick had always excited her. Pleasing a man with her mouth made her feel womanly and sensual. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to show Ray what a terrific woman he had. She would dare him to ever again think he had to be satisfied jacking off to a bunch of nudie pictures. She was going to prove to him, once and for all, that she was more woman than he needed.
She put her soft, warm lips against his prickhead and pecked a tiny kiss squarely on his piss hole.
"Ahhhhhh! Damn, don't stop, Ann!" he bellowed, his voice thick and raspy with desire.
She kept one hand in place, cupping his full balls, and encircled his engorged cock root with her other hand to hold his prick steady. She wanted a ready target for her darting tongue as she eased her lips away from his piss hole, then stiffened her tongue for her next surprise.
She pierced the tiny slit of his piss hole with the very tip of her tongue and, instantly, he seemed to lose control of his body. Ann reacted quickly, tightening the grip on his prick and balls as his entire body gyrated from the ecstasy of her actions.
"You're making me insane, Ann," he said with a low groan, grabbing her head and running his fingers roughly through her soft blonde hair. "Quit teasing me and get on with it!"
She enjoyed the sensation of his prick twitching in horny anticipation against her tongue. But as he applied pressure with his hands to her head, she knew he was ready for more serious action. Without hesitation she closed her lush lips over his prickhead, sucking gently. She didn't rest her tongue during this new maneuver. Instead, she tongue-whipped his sensitive cockhead as her lips squeezed around his prick flesh, locking her mouth in place. Her tongue scorched over his velvety prickhead, and the ache deep inside her pussy became a burning throb.
His excitement was causing her own lust to smolder as the fires in her cunt began to build, flaming out from way within her pussy to her suddenly wet cuntlips. Ann had to moan as she sucked drops of his pre-come juices out of his cock. She savored the taste of him and fought the urge to engulf the entire length of his throbbing fuck pole with her mouth. As bad as she wanted his come to blast into her mouth and coat her throat, she fought to discipline her lust. She didn't want to waste his terrific hard-on by just mouth-fucking him to climax. She wanted his cock in her cunt. Reluctantly, she pulled her lips away from his pulsating fuck rod and smiled up at him.
"This is better than jacking off, isn't it?" she asked with a teasing wink.
"Stop fucking around, Ann," he said with quiet desperation. "You started this, so finish it. Jimmy could come in here any time, and I couldn't stand being left like this."
In the excitement of her building lust, she had momentarily forgotten about his son, Jimmy. The boy was having trouble accepting her, not only as his stepmother, but also as his father's wife. She was well aware of this and had planned to move slowly, easing into the situation and getting the boy to adjust to another woman in his father's life.
But now such long-range plans were pushed aside for the more urgent matter of Ray's hard prick and how best to quickly satisfy him and convince him that jacking off was something he wouldn't have to do.
"Don't worry about it, Jimmy," she said, standing and unbuttoning her blouse. "He's outside shooting baskets. As long as we can hear the basketball bouncing, we're safe." She peeled off her blouse and deftly unhooked her straining bra, freeing her full, ripe tits.
"I ever tell you what a delicious pair of tits you have?" he said, lightly tweaking her pink nipples between his fingers.
"Oh, you know I like that," she said with a breathless sigh. Sparks of electric sensation knifed over her as her nipples grew hard and rubbery.
She moved quickly, frantically, unhooking her skirt. When it fell to the floor, she stepped up to him, wearing only her high heels and lemon-colored bikini panties. His rigid cock nudged her flat belly and his warmth sent shivers throughout her body. She cradled his prick in her hands and smiled into his intense brown eyes. "You think he's ready to go to work?" she asked.
"What do you think?" he said, embracing her and pulling her down with him on the bed.
Her mouth found his manly nipples and she flicked her tongue rapidly over them as her hands remained busy on his prick. She loved the feel of his hard cock as she rubbed it along her silky thighs. Her panties were suddenly sopping from her cunt juice as her pussy raged with heated desire.
His own need was now approaching its limit and he grabbed the waistband of her panties, then tugged them down over her shapely hips and globe-like asscheeks. u
"I can't wait any longer," he said with a hoarse whisper, his hot breath coming in gasps as his fuck pole strained against the flesh of her upper legs.
She was afraid he would rip her panties as he jerked them down her legs, but she was more concerned with having him hurry and ram his horny prick into her glistening cunt.
His hands squeezed her slender waist and he lifted her up just enough to position her wet pussy above his throbbing prick. Then he moved her over until they both rested on their sides, facing each other. He slipped his hands around until his fingers spread over her firm asscheeks. He pressed her forward, maneuvering his stiff prick until his cockhead nestled just inside her steaming, blonde-haired cuntlips.
"Oh, yes, Ray! Yes!" she groaned, sliding her slick pussylips across his bulging cockhead. Her moans soon became cries of sheer joy as his probing prickhead contacted her bud-like clit, releasing a fresh wave of cunt juices to wash over her pussy walls.
Suddenly, he pressed the weight of his body against hers and pinned her beneath him. He smiled down at her lovely face and said, "I never knew you were this horny, baby. I swear, I thought you would be shocked by how much I wanted to fuck you. I thought I was pushing my luck with you by fucking you once a night. I've wasted this whole six months of our marriage by slipping off and beating my meat to keep from offending you."
She chuckled and reached between her legs to find his prick. "Stop wasting more time by talking, you fucking cunt teaser," she said jokingly, grabbing his prick and stuffing it at the slippery entrance of her cunt.
He squeezed her asscheeks and lifted her slightly off the bed as, without warning, he lunged his hips forward. With a vicious thrust, he stabbed his prick straight through the eager folds of her pussy, splitting apart her juicy cunt lips and filling her hot pussy cavern.
She gagged a startled scream of delight as he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. Then she could no longer quiet her cries of joy and her muffled moans became loud shouts of unbridled ecstasy. As his prick buried itself all the way inside her, she went crazy. She bucked her pelvis up, bringing her ass farther up off the bed, and slammed her crotch hard against his cock.
Slowly, he began withdrawing his prick as her legs clamped around his waist and he hurried into his next stroke. His tempo of fucking soon caught up with hers and he became a speeding fuck machine, hammering his prick in and out of her dripping pussy.
The bed shook beneath them as their screams of pleasure mingled and Ann became lost in the sensation of her cunt going through endless spasms of climax. Her pussy juices flowed, flooding his pounding prick.
"I'm about to come!" he shouted, a breathless warning.
She responded by jerking her hips and ass up and down faster and harder. She locked her legs tightly around his pumping waist.
He slammed his prick all the way inside her quivering cunt one final time and bellowed a low groan of pleasure. In the next instant, she felt his hot load blast into the depths of her hot pussy, drenching her cunt with an incredible feeling. The feeling of his come spurting into her cunt drove-her on to new heights of sensation. She continued to fuck back at his shooting prick, hunching her cunt up and down on his cockshaft, the whole time careful not to spill a drop of his precious load. Then, finally, her pussy shuddered with a massive explosion and a whole series of smaller orgasms erupted in a tremendous climax. She squealed from the sensation as her pussy juice overflowed, drenching his matted cock bush and drained balls. Eventually, their bodies went limp and he collapsed on top of her heavily.
The seconds ticked and gradually the tingling spasms pulsating throughout her body lessened into a sated glow of satisfaction. Her gasping breath began to regulate along with her husband's and a pleasing warmth settled over her as she continued to hold his muscular body against hers.
"Now, wasn't that better than a hand job?" she said with a light giggle, playfully pinching his ass.
He smiled at her and nodded. "You broke the code, lady. With you around, I don't need any bad habits. The real thing is much better."
A nagging worry suddenly crept over her and she couldn't pinpoint its origin. Her senses were slowly recovering from the nerve-tingling fucking, but a sense of dread continued to needle her. Then her eyes widened as her mind clicked the answer. She stared into Ray's face and he seemed to receive the same thought.
"Oh, shit," she said aloud. "I don't hear the basketball bouncing outside."
She jerked her head toward the bedroom doorway and saw the young teenaged boy standing there, his eyes bugged in surprise.
Ray started to move off the bed, but Jimmy turned and ran.
Ann heard the boy's footsteps race down the stairs and the front door slam. The pleasant feeling that had radiated over her body from the good fucking with Ray had suddenly turned sour. The boy probably really hates me now, she thought, climbing slowly off the bed and reaching for her discarded clothes.