Chapter 2
Mary looked at her husband's spent cock as it laid limply over his soft balls. The giant head that had just pummeled her cunt so hard and long, and which had spewed out his seed into her, was now only slightly red and still oozed some of the creamy white jism she loved to feel splashing into her so much.
Her hand began to stroke over him as he laid there. The lightness of her touch made him flinch, so she used more pressure. Slowly, at first, she circled around on his thighs and played in his wet, matted pubic hairs. It made him smile to feel her do that, but it only made her hotter and hotter.
She could feel the wetness ooze out of her cunt. It was not only all the jism and juice from their fuck, but there was also the new wetness of her growing excitement that began to roll down her legs as she laid with her head near his crotch.
"Ummm ... that really feels good, Mary. You're really a very sexy woman, for a wife."
"I just want to make you happy, Brad. And I want you to fuck me again. I'll do anything for you."
"Hey, baby, I think you might be wasting your time. I don't think that old pecker is going to be able to get hard again."
"Let me try. I'll suck you off like you've never had it before. I'll get you hard."
"You're wonderful, Mary. But if you're really still hot, why don't you let me finger fuck you so you can get off sooner?"
"No. I want your cock, Brad."
Mary knew precisely what she wanted. She wanted the feel of his thick rod in her hole. Nothing else would allay her burning hotness down there between her legs. It was the feeling of a throbbing prick in her hole she needed, not just a quick finger fuck. That was something she could always do for herself.
Her moist lips hovered over his wet, soft cock. Then her tongue snaked out and licked along the shaft she cradled in her hands. She would lick off all the juices that were left on his cock from their fuck. It was the most gentle, exciting thing she could do ... for now. It made Brad groan and smile.
"Ohhh ... that's great, baby. So relaxing...." Mary did not stop to answer him. Her mouth and tongue were too busy on his prick. She was determined to make his cock erect so he could ram it into her hole again. As her lips kissed his thick shaft and her hands pressed lightly on his balls, the mere feel of him made her box ooze out juices and ache for him to be inside of her.
She picked up the heavy meat, opened her mouth and took the tip of it inside. It was still covered with the juices of their fuck and tasted salty and a bit acrid to her. But she did not care. Her tongue curled around and licked lovingly over the head of it, tracing a line around the fold of skin that defined the head.
"Ummm...."
Her hands worked up and down on the soft shaft while she began a light suction with her mouth on the tip. Her lips worked over it while the wetness of her mouth bathed him once again. The mere presence of his cock in her mouth made her hotter and hotter. She wanted to make him hard and erect again as soon as she could.
Insistently, she took more and more of the limp meat into her mouth, licking, sucking, 'and pulling on it as she did.
Mary let the head of it go back right to the rear of her throat. Her teeth were shielded by her lips so she would not hurt his manhood as more and more of it was sucked in. Oh, how she wished he would get hard soon! She ached to feel him. It was with this thought in mind that she began to work more furiously on him. Her movements changed from those of gentle cajoling to more urgent pressure.
His cock still did not respond to her urgings, though. She sucked harder. Her hands worked faster over the flaccid prick and kneaded at his drooping balls ... but still nothing. Mary didn't know how much more of this she could take. She wanted to be fucked so badly now that her cunt itched for satisfaction! Why didn't he respond? Why didn't his hunk of meat start to harden in her mouth?
She engulfed his cock with her mouth more and more. The head of it was being devoured down her throat, which was difficult for her to do because it was so soft. Still, Mary made Herculean efforts to make him stand up straight again. But no matter what she did, no matter how much she sucked or licked, or even pecked lightly at his prick with her teeth, nothing seemed to make him hard. What was wrong?
Mary raised her head slightly, without letting the delicious meat come out of her mouth, and looked up at Brad. His eyes were closed and he had a slight smile on his face. It looked as though he was really enjoying the way she was sucking him off. But wait, something was very strange here ... what was it?
Then she realized what was wrong. That bastard was asleep! He had fallen asleep while she was trying so desperately to make him hard again by working so diligently on his cock! The nerve of him! Just because they had been married for so long was no reason for him to take her for granted so cruelly this way! It made Mary angry.
She was certain that if she were another woman or even a call-girl whom he had picked up somewhere, he would have never done such a thing. The big lug felt he could insult her like this because she was his wife and it didn't matter with her ... she was certain this was the way he felt about it.
With her anger boiling and her cunt crying to be satisfied, she let his big, soft prick slide from her mouth. He stirred slightly, smiling some more, but he did not awaken. It made Mary angrier than ever to see how contented he looked! She was left once again with having to provide her own stimulation for her hot box, and she was certainly tired of doing it alone!
She walked hastily toward the bathroom, determined to quell the raging hotness between her legs with her own hands. It was a good thing the children weren't at home on this Sunday morning so she could take as long as she wanted to with her satisfactions. And perhaps this was why she was exceptionally horny even after the fuck with Brad. For one of the few times in their married life, the children were not in the next bedroom in danger of overhearing their passionate grunts and groans. This morning they had been free to make as much fucking noises as they had wanted, and that was very freeing for them both.
The more she thought about it, however, the more it made her angry for what Brad was doing now. Here they were with the entire house to themselves this morning and all he could do was fuck her once and then fall asleep! It made her feel terrible. Mary wanted more excitement and passion in her sex life than that. She was tired of always doing the same old things with her husband. Not that he wasn't a good lover ... he was indeed. She merely felt they did not make love often enough, or for long enough when they did, to suit her desires.
Mary had to face it. As she locked the bathroom door behind her and sat down on the toilet seat, she admitted to herself she would love to have someone new to fuck. While she loved her husband, she needed more than just his cock for her cunt. There simply didn't seem to be any other solution than to take other men inside of her. Although Mary had never been unfaithful to Brad in nearly twenty years of marriage, she was beginning to feel more and more that she was missing opportunities for real satisfaction of her desires by remaining so closed to other involvements.
As her fingers began to press down on her pubic hairs and move toward her pouting red labia, she wondered how it would feel to be fucked by another cock besides the one with which she was so familiar. She wondered if she could find a man who would not tire too quickly and who could stay hard to ram her for as long as she wanted him to?
Was there a man who could be a stallion for her, giving her every luxurious inch of his rod over and over again, until she would be the one to beg for him to stop? Was there a man who would be able to slam into her box, make her come over and over, then ram into her ass to make her come even more, and then go on to fuck her yet again? Oh, was it a dream or could she really find someone who could satisfy her?
The thought of this unknown stud who would never go soft was making her all the hotter. She had not even realized her fingers were beginning to work furiously over her hardening clit as she thought. Her hips were already gyrating around on the toilet seat as her feet supported her on the floor. Sitting on the toilet like this was the usual way she would make herself orgasm after she had not been satisfied by her husband and, while it did the trick, she was tired of doing it.
"Uhhh...."
A groan escaped her as her fingers pressed harder and moved faster over her straining, tingling clit. It did not take much to make her breath come faster this time. Her thoughts had made her hotter than even the fuck with Brad had. Before she knew it, her cunt was spasming under the action of her fingers and her ass was bouncing all around on the toilet seat. She was creaming in her hand!
"UH! UH! UHHH!"
She squeezed and pulled at her reddened labia as the climax gushed out of her. Her fingers slammed against her screaming clit as more and more juice flowed. As her body was contorting from the strength of her climax, her mind was racing with the thought of the straining man who would be cramming her full with his rigid, thick, pile-driving meat! Oh, how she wanted a man, a man who would not fail her!
"AHHHhhhhhh...."
Getting up from the toilet seat, she walked mechanically to the sink to wash the thick cunt juices from her hand. She had been through all these motions so many times before she did not even need to think about them. She was like a robot performing rote actions while her mind took her on fantasies of wild orgies with an unknown lover.
How many women must feel just the way she did, she wondered. There must be millions of women just like her who were treated as if they had no burning sexual needs by their husbands. Mary was certain she was not alone. She had read articles in magazines that said the very things she was thinking now.
Yes, she needed more from her husband and she knew it. There must be something she could do to convince Brad she had to have more for her desires than just a quick finger fuck-from either him or her-when his cock went limp. There had to be more he could do for her.
This was important to her because her whole self-concept was tied up with it. After all, if she could not be exciting enough to keep a man hard for more than one fuck at a time, what did they say about her? Did it mean she was no longer sexy? Did it mean she was past her youth and could never recapture it? Was Mary doomed to be unsatisfied in bed because neither Brad nor any man found her delectable enough to really try to give her everything she needed? It was a terrible thought.
No woman wanted to feel she could no longer give enough pleasure to a man so he would give her the same pleasure in return. If she could not have the sex she wanted and needed, it must mean she was too old or too unattractive to deserve it. This thought made her feel worse than she had before and she almost thought she would cry.
Mary, totally naked, walked over to the full length mirror they kept in the bathroom. She looked long and hard at her reflection, half fearing what she would see there. If her body showed the signs of age then it would mean the battle was lost. It no longer was enough for her that other people said she only looked about thirty years old instead of forty. The only thing that would matter was if her youth were proved between her legs!
She looked at her body in the mirror, not wanting to believe the beauty that was still there.
Her flesh was firm and buoyant and did not show the ravages of age at all. She let her hands roam over her nakedness as she looked.
From the top of her head, where her hair belied only few tinges of gray, to the well-turned delicacy of her feet, she was truly a gorgeous woman-even if she did not have eyes to see it for herself. As she looked at her long auburn hair framing her oval face, she found fault at every turn. Her nose was too large, she thought, although it really was not. Then she thought her ample breasts were too saggy. On the contrary, her melon breasts bobbed firm and high on her creamy-skinned chest.
The flatness of her abdomen, which carried only few stretch marks from the birth of her two children, was exquisite. It was impossible to look at this nearly flawless body without letting one's eyes travel to that delicious vee of downy soft hairs that marked the spot of her womanhood. The tinges of red in the hair on her head was reflected in this triangle of kinky curls as well. There would not be a man in the world who would not want to bury either his mouth or his hips firmly into that soft, inviting cavern. But still, Mary could not help but to doubt the beauty of her own body.
As she let her fingertips play over her nipples, she noticed how quickly they responded to her touch. They became as hard as little buttons under her touch and made the brown circles of skin around them packer and tense in erotic delight.
Even with the proof of her own responsiveness at hand, so to speak, she still tried to discount the pleasures this body could bring to men.
No matter what she saw before her with her own eyes, it could not dispel the feeling of sexual worthlessness which had been ingrained in her by her husband's treatment. Of course, he seemed to enjoy making love to her. And yet, the thrill, the exciting edge of real passion seemed to have been absent for so long from their lovemaking that she had to doubt her desirability now. If only Brad were more lustful ... if only he took more time to really please her instead of only his own desires.
But just then, Mary's thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing downstairs. Who could it be, she wondered, almost aloud. Throwing a flimsy bathrobe around her beautiful naked body, she ran downstairs to answer the bell before Brad was awakened by the ringing. She hoped it was not the children returning from their night out at their friends too quickly.
The young boy who stood on the porch looking at her seemed a bit sheepish to have caught her in such obvious disarray. Mary did not realize that her auburn hair sweeping loosely across her shoulders was very sexy and warm looking. Even this sixteen year old could tell she had been roused from the intimacy of her bed.
"Uh ... hi."
"Hello. What can I do for you?"
"I was ... I was wondering if you wanted your lawn mowed. I ... uh, I got my own equipment."
Perhaps it was the way the boy said it, perhaps it was because of her own heightened state of arousal, but Mary could not resist letting her eyes rivet on his crotch when he said that. She was ashamed of the way she had immediately thought about the boy and what he had in his pants when he mentioned "equipment." Her own lewd thoughts embarrassed her and she tried to recover quickly before the boy discovered her shameful thoughts.
"Oh! Well, y-yes. Yes, that would be fine."
"Thank you, ma'am. I'll get started right away."
"All right."
It was over so fast. Mary stood leaning against the frame of the door, trying to collect her thoughts. This boy had intruded on her private reverie so starkly she could scarcely keep control of herself. Why? What was happening to her? She had never felt so vulnerable before, never before so lustful and hungry for the thrills of even thinking about a strange youngster in this way.
As she stood there watching the lean boy bend over the lawnmower she was riveted to his form. Her eyes would not be pried from their probing sweeps over his body. Her crotch seemed to be wet all over again. How shameful! What was happening to her? Mary was not the kind of woman who would be so shamefully lustful. Perhaps it was only because she had been thinking of making love, had made love, and had already played with herself this morning that made her so hot.
Still, although she was ashamed, she could not leave the doorway. She could not take her eyes from him. Merely seeing his young body, and the bulge between his legs that she could see through his jeans, made her ache to be entered. Such thoughts! How could she even think this way about a boy who was young enough to be her son!
Mary reluctantly left the door and walked slowly back upstairs. She was confused about her feelings now, but she was also Very certain of at least one thing ... she was more hot now than she had been before. The juices flowed from her hungry box and bathed her thighs with the creamy outpourings.
Knowing she had to have relief, she went back into the bedroom where Brad was still dozing on the bed. She saw his limp cock still lying over his balls, rising and falling in time with his rhythmic breathing. It was too much for her. She could not wait any longer.
Letting her robe fall around her feet on the floor, she crawled up onto the bed and lowered her naked body on top of her husband. Slowly, she let her large breasts touch lightly against his chest, then harder, then the hairs of her snatch rubbed against his sleeping prick. Soon, she was lying on him, slowly beginning to rub her glorious body up and down on his.
"Huh? Wha--what's going on?"
"I want to love you, Brad."
"Oh, hi, Mary. Ummm, you feel good, baby."
"Take me, Brad. Please fuck me again!"
"Hey, you're really hot this morning. What happened before? Oh, yeah, I know ... I fell asleep, huh?"
"Yes. Now that you're rested, you can fuck me again, can't you? I want you so badly!"
"Mary, Mary ... I'd like to, I really would, but I'm just too wiped out. I can't get it up again. You already tried, come on, let me finger-fuck you."
"No. I want your cock inside of me. Please!"
But Brad ignored her entreaties. He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately, letting his tongue probe deeply into her mouth. He could still taste the remnants of his semen and her juices that had collected there from when she had sucked him off before. It made him remember how hot she had been then and how hot she still was. He knew he would have to make her come.
Grudgingly, he rolled her onto her back and spread her legs wide with his big hands. Her crimson cunt gleamed before him, wet with the juices of her hotness. He smiled slightly as he worked his fingers around the edges of her snatch, getting her cream lathered into her curly hairs and soaking his fingers with it.
Mary almost tried to get away. This was not what she wanted, but still she could not resist the prodding and luxurious pulling of his fingers at her box. She was too hot to resist the feeling of his hands rubbing all around her down there.
Around the sides of her reddened nether-lips, around her hungry, wet hole, on top of and all around her aching clit ... his fingers pushed at that tender flesh. He pulled gently and tugged on those moist folds of skin.
"Ummmmm...."
"Like that, huh, baby? I know what you want. I'm going to make this box of yours feel great."
"Please fuck me!"
"I will baby. I'm going to shove my fingers up you until you scream for me to stop. See, I'll get into you like this..."
"OHHHHH! OH, BRAD!"
"Like that? I'm inside of you. Three fingers, baby! Feel 'em! I'm going around and around, just the way you like..."
"Uhhhh! Yes! But I want more, Brad! Please fuck me! Your fingers aren't enough! OHH! Please!"
"Come on! Just relax ... feel it. Take that!"
Brad began to savagely slam his hand into her gaping hole. His three, large fingers were probing deep inside of her. She could feel his fingernails scratching up against the back of her vagina. It made her moan and twist her hips in lust, frustration, and then succumb to his touches.