Chapter 10
Sharon looked at Fred carefully, wondering what it was about him that seemed different. He didn't even smell the same. Almost like . . .
Perfume?
She kissed the side of his neck and inhaled. Yes, it was perfume, a very nice smell too. Expensive.
Now where would a construction worker go to smell like that? He was still gritty from the job, had collapsed on the couch the moment he'd walked in. Rough day, he had said.
"Mmmmmm, you smell nice," she said.
"Me?" he said, lifting his arm. "God, like a mountain goat."
"I ... I like the way you smell," she said, snuggling closer. "Makes me want you."
"Really? I didn't know you got off on dirt." "Like the way I smell?" she teased, unbuttoning her blouse. She lifted her left tit upward, rubbing the nipple against his arm. "Mmmmmm? The way I taste?"
Fred looked down at his wife's tit and smiled. God, she was good looking. He felt a sudden tug of guilt. Why should he be out screwing anyone else, when he had something like that at home? She looked so fresh right now, and she was so sweet. Home all day cleaning the oven.
"Tell you what, sweetheart," he said, rising. "You get yourself into the bedroom while I fix us a drink, and I'll tear into that little pussy like there's no tomorrow."
Sharon couldn't believe she was so excited, and his words made her even more so. She felt a tremor of raw pleasure in the back of her cunt.
"Hurry," she whispered, kissing the side of his neck. "I'll be waiting. Mmmmmmm, waiting for this." She touched the thick mound of his crotch, outlining the angles of his meat with her nails. "Big . . . hard . . . cock," she murmured.
Fred went into the kitchen and quickly poured drinks. Then almost as an afterthought, he opened the oven door. Hell, she never cleaned the damned thing. He really wanted to make her feel good, compliment her.
The oven was not exactly clean.
In the bedroom, Sharon wondered again what it was about Fred that made her so excited. She was afraid even to touch her cunt, knew that it would explode with aching throbs. She wanted to save that. Have it happen around his pulsating cock.
Had he been . . .
Surely not! Not Fred. Not an affair! Still, the perfume . . .
"Here you go," her husband said, walking into the room. He handed her the drink, then set his on the night stand. He shucked out of his clothes, then sipped the amber fluid. "Like it?" he asked.
"Sure do," Sharon said, giving him a wicked look, her eyes going over his hard, muscled body. "Every big inch."
"I mean your drink," he laughed, getting to the bed.
She looked different, Fred thought. And why would she lie about the oven? It seemed ridiculous. Unless, of course, she were having an . . .
Sharon? Impossible! But she had that glow about her that she had when they fucked. Maybe things could work out after all, he thought.
Sharon kissed his arm and again smelled the no delicate aroma of perfume. Well, maybe things might work out after all, she thought.
"I ... I want you," she whispered, finishing off her drink. She felt suddenly drunk, but not from the alcohol. Almost like laughing. She liked the idea of him on top of another woman, banging his cock in and out of her pussy. "God ... I want you so bad!" she panted.
"Then you can have me," he said. "Any day of the week. Except on Saturdays. That's the day for my affair."
"How convenient," she said, her eyes on his. "That's my day."
They looked at each other for a long while, afraid to say the words. Finally, Fred kissed her, dismissing the thought. She had looked a little suspicious.
I'd better be careful, Sharon thought. He sure gave me a funny look just then.
"Mmmmmm," she said, forgetting everything else except the way his muscular body covered hers, the way his tongue searched inside her mouth.
"Give . . . give it to me, you big bull. Hard!"
He squeezed between her legs and slipped the tip of his meat inside her swollen cunt. Then, as he thrust fully forward, he groaned with pleasure.
"God, you're tight!" he said. "Shit . . . like a virgin!"
"That's because you're so big," Sharon said quickly. It was true, she and Gary had fucked so much her pussy must be almost swollen shut. "Now . . . give it to me . . . " Fred withdrew his thick slab of meat, then punched back in. When he entered her, he felt his nuts rumble with ecstasy. God, she was good. So . . , fucking . . . good!
"Baby, let's me and you fuck like this all night long!" he said. "I ... I don't think I could ever get enough of you!"
As Sharon felt his heavily muscled body, the thick mat of hair on his chest, stomach and legs, she felt her body respond immediately.
"Fuck me," she gasped into his mouth. "I ... I want you to load me so full of hot cum I explode!"
"Wow . . . baby, you are a firecracker tonight, aren't you?" Fred said. He felt as if he were a kid again. Like this was his first piece of ass. Shit, he wouldn't last but a few seconds. "You really do a number on me, you know that?" he said, flinching.
"Do one on me!" Sharon cried out. "Oh . . . oh . . . God!"
As her climax drilled up and down her cunt canal, she thought she'd go crazy. It was a quick orgasm, but when it peaked, it was more than delicious. Other times, when she'd felt this intensity, it was almost painful. Not tonight. Not now. It was wonderful!
When Fred felt her cunt tug and pull on his prod, he had to let himself go. It would be useless to fight such heat, such sucking firmness. His jizz bolted up his cum-tube and splattered wildly at the back of her hole.
"Fucking . . . Christ . . . take it!" he gasped, pumping up and down furiously. "Eat it right up your hole, bitch! All of it! Fucking take it!"
"Aieeeee!" Sharon screamed as another thundering spasm of pure release swept into her guts. She began clawing and tearing at his back, lifting and lowering her hips to meet his hard plunges.
"Fuck meeee!" she wailed, again peaking violently.
Fred slammed in the last of his cum, the crushed his full weight forward. When the base of his cock squirmed inside her slippery hole, he heaved a sigh of satisfied relief.
"Wow, I think that was the best I've ever had," he murmured. "Not since we were first married."
"Have you fucked a lot of women?" Sharon asked, almost conversationally. "I mean, before we were married. I know you haven't since."
"Oh, I had a few," Fred said. "Why ask now? You haven't before."
"Oh, just interested," she said. "I just wondered if I please you as much as they did."
"Well, I don't know," he teased. "Guess I'll have to make a few more comparisons."
"You bastard," she said playfully, "I'll give you a comparison!"
She pushed him off, then rolled to her stomach, spreading her legs. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a wicked grin.
"Poke that big cock in my asshole and I'll fuck your teeth out," she said.
"Oh boy, it's gonna be fun wearing dentures," he grinned, kneeling between her legs. "I think I like this as much as that sweet pussy."
After the first, burning grind of pain that accompanied the quick entry of his cockhead, Sharon got to her knees. She then began squirming around, jerking her ass back and forth, quickly sliding his meat in and out of her hole.
"Holy . . . fucking . . . Christ!" Fred whispered, reaching under her body and cupping her tits. "You do that so good, baby. Keep fucking me like this. Jesus, I'll let you do everything."
Sharon increased her movements until her ass was slapping his crotch with loud smacks. Soon her ecstasy was matching his, and each time his prod shafted into her asshole, she felt a ripple of pleasure near the base of her spine.
"Oh! Oh! It's so good!", she winced. "I ... I love your big cock in my shitter like this! Christ, love it!"
When a tremendous explosion of raw pleasure seared into her guts, she jerked backward, then sat over his middle. As he lay down on the bed, she squeezed his legs together, then placed her knees next to his. She then grabbed his ankles for support and began banging her ass up and down as quickly as possible.
"Jesus! Fucking Jesus!" Fred grimaced, watching mesmerized as her rounded butt pumped wildly up and down. His prick was entering and leaving her tightly constricted shitter with lightning-like speed.
"Take it, whore!" he spat, holding her waist. "Eat it right up your cunt and . . . and . . . fuck it!"
"Ohhhhhhh . . . God!" Sharon screamed out, her entire body flaming with desire. "I . . . I. . . aieeeeee!"
Her orgasm built slowly, then burst, sending a shower of warmth into every cell of her body. She flinched, then fell backward, gasping for air. When her lower back touched his stomach, she felt his cum begin to vibrate inside her canal.
"Don't stop now, whore," Fred grunted, heaving the first of his thick, milky juices into the back of her sucking tunnel. "Oh . . . Goddamned . . . Christ . . . fuck it!"
He poked his cum into her guts with as much force as he could muster without hurting her. Still, US when she screamed, he knew it must have been too hard. What woman could possibly take such torture!
"Harder!" Sharon screamed, bucking, writhing. "I want it harder!"
"Holy . . . fuck!" Fred said. "I'll fucking give it to you hard, baby!"
He threw himself forward and kicked her legs violently apart. He then grabbed both her thighs and began yanking her back and forth, emptying the last of his jism deep into the back of her hole. Then he fell forward and bit down on the back of her neck, tasting blood.
"How . . . how was that?" he murmured. "Hard enough for you?"
"Ohhhhhh . . . it was wonderful!" Sharon said, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "Mmmmm, the best I've ever had."
They lay like that for several long moments, simply enjoying the way their bodies throbbed together, their hearts beat as one. Finally, Fred rolled off and turned his head to face her.
"I ... I want to tell you something," he said softly. Did he dare? What would she say.
"Go ahead," Sharon said. "Then I'll tell you something."
"I just wanted to say that . . . that ..."
"Yes?" Sharon said, snuggling up close to him.
His courage left him. Another time, perhaps.
"Oh nothing, except that I love you more than anything," he said. He was silent for a moment, then added, "What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Oh, just that I love you too," she said. "No matter . . .just that I love you, sweetheart."
Boy, I sure envy Gary, Fred thought. He would know how to handle a situation like this.
Maybe I should talk to Gina, Sharon thought. She's got a head on her shoulders. She'd know what to do.