Chapter 3
Lauren busied herself around the kitchen. The children were out and Paul would be home soon. She glanced at the wall clock. She wanted this dinner to be special. It wasn't often they were able to spend the evening alone.
She and Clay had been having an affair for months. Just this afternoon they had enjoyed a quickie in the garage.
The horny housewife felt secure and warm in her world, but sometimes she also felt a little guilty about cheating on Paul with his son. On the other hand she told herself what Paul didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And Clay was getting good experience with an older woman.
Now she stirred the home-made soup and took the roast out of the oven. When she heard Paul's car pull up, her heart quickened. The quick fuck with Clay had left her hungry for more. Tonight they would go to bed early and spend hours making love.
When Paul entered the kitchen, she ran to greet him with a kiss. He sniffed the roast, pinched her ass and returned her kiss.
"What a day," he said, throwing the evening newspaper onto the table. "I'm bushed."
"Not too tired, I hope."
He sniffed again. "Not too tired for whatever you've got cooking."
"I was hoping we could take advantage of having the house to ourselves tonight."
He blinked. "Aren't the kids eating with us?"
"Don't look so disappointed. No, they're all out for the evening."
He patted her ass casually as she handed him a beer. "That's nice." Sitting down, he glanced at the paper.
She took a sip of her beer and stirred the soup. "I thought we'd go to bed early."
"Yeah, I can use the sleep."
She tore the newspaper out of his hand. "That's not what I had in mind."
He smiled. "Oh, that. I guess I could manage a quickie."
She tried hiding her exasperation. "A quickie's all we ever have lately. I thought we could have a nice long session. With a bottle of brandy and maybe some massage lotion."
He grimaced. "You want a production and I'm bushed. Let's do it another time."
"Do you realize we've been married less than two years and you're treating me like a housekeeper?" She tapped her foot impatiently.
"Am I doing that? Honest?"
"Yes, you are. I love you, honey, and I'm very happy being married to you, but we never seem to have the time for each other anymore."
He pulled her down onto his lap. "I thought you were happy, hon." He placed his hands over her tits and squeezed them. "Got a horny pussy, huh?"
She wriggled around on his lap. "Yes, and I want a nice long session tonight."
"Maybe if I take a nap ..."
"I'll wake you up," she giggled. "I think I still know how to do that."
Suddenly he pushed her off his lap. "Call me when dinner's ready," he said, disappearing into the living room with his paper.
She set the table and finished fixing dinner with a vengeance. Why should I feel guilty about fucking Clay? she thought. Maybe I'll fuck Barry too. Damn him, he's treating me like a maid not a wife!
She mixed herself a strong scotch and water. I'll get good and drunk, she thought. Maybe I'll even jerk off in front of him. It'd serve him right.
She sashayed into the living room, scotch sloshing over the rim of her glass. "Dinner's almost ready," she said, thrusting her tits out. "Does this give you any ideas?" She unbuttoned the two top buttons on her blouse and showed him some cleavage.
He grinned. "Yeah, reminds me I haven't had any milk in days."
"Oh, you!" Giggling, she returned to the kitchen to get the food on the table.
She remembered what her mother always said. It's up to the woman to keep the man interested. Maybe I'm not going about it the right way, she thought. Maybe it's my fault that he's not turned on to me lately. I guess maybe I've become complacent too.
"Bring me another beer, will you?" Paul called out.
Handing him a fresh can of beer, she bent down, almost shoving her tits in his face. "Whenever you're ready to eat, I'm ready too."
"Let me finish this beer," he said, ignoring her tits.
She flounced off, but forced herself to stay calm. Paul was a good husband and a loving father to her girls. A woman couldn't ask for everything in life. She'd just have to settle for what she had.
Fifteen minutes later they sat across from each other in the dining room. She chatted about her day and he told her the dinner was delicious. When they were finishing up, Paul cleared his throat.
"Maybe you're right about us not spending enough time together," he said.
"If you're really too tired, we don't have to fuck."
"No, you want it and you'll get it. Just don't expect a great performance from me."
Suddenly it occurred to her that masturbating in front of him might turn him on. "Say, I've got an idea. Maybe I'll put on a performance for you this time."
He looked confused. "Whatever you say, hon," he yawned.
When the table was cleared and the dishes stacked in the sink, she joined him upstairs. He was stretched out on the bed snoring.
Without bothering to awaken him, she undressed, took a quick shower and dressed up in her sheerest nightie.
When her makeup was freshly applied and her hair brushed to a shine, she awakened him.
"Hi, hon," she drawled.
"I must have dropped off." His eyes stayed closed.
She pinched him. "Wake up!" she hissed. When she had his attention, she deliberately raised her nightie to her waist and wedged a hand between her legs. "Well?" she smiled.
His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "You are horny, aren't you?"
"Does this give you any ideas?"
He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah. I just hope I can get it up."
She felt angry and frustrated, but smiled sweetly. It was the wife's job to turn her husband on. And she was intending doing just that.
"You just lie there and relax," she said. "I'm going to masturbate for you and if that doesn't give you ideas I'll let you sleep."
"First suck this," he said, pushing the covers back and revealing his limp prick.
Crawling around, she gently lifted his cock and held it in her greedy hand. "I'd love to, hon."
She took his cockknob into her mouth and sucked it gently. He yawned, but he stroked her hair approvingly.
"Lick my balls," he said, and she dutifully moved her darting tongue to his nuts. "Nice," he said. "Very nice."
He sounded bored, but Lauren stayed with it until his cock pulsated with life. She peppered his entire fuckpole with kisses and worked the tip of her tongue into his piss-slit.
"It's getting hard," she said.
"Yeah, stay with it."
She moved a hand between her legs. "See what I'm doing?" she said.
"Yeah, you're jerking off."
"Doesn't it excite you to watch me?"
"Yeah, sure."
She wanted to believe him, but he sounded bored and disinterested. Resting her face on his thigh, she slid the ring of her lips halfway down his cockshaft.
"Oh, yeah," he said, thrusting his hips and sending his cockhead into her throat. "That's good."
I'm finally getting to him, she thought with a sigh.
He ran his fingers through her long dark hair. He wanted to feel the old excitement, but it wasn't easy when those two teenaged chicks were running around the house all the time.
He loved Lauren and appreciated having her for a wife. He just wished she wasn't so demanding in the sack. A guy could only get it up for so long with the same broad. And those little girls were so sweet and juicy looking ...
"I want tonight to be like it used to be," Lauren whispered, licking his cock hungrily.
"Take it all into your mouth," Paul said, thrusting his hips in rhythm with her bobbing head.
She felt her juices flow as she sucked. Her tits throbbed with need as hot flames engulfed her pussy.
Since she wanted to prolong their fucking, she slipped his cock from her mouth and lay down beside him.
"Suck my tits, honey?" she said, covering his lips with hers.
"Now?"
She sighed. "Yes. I love when you suck my tits."
"I don't know."
"And here," she said, taking his hand and moving it between her legs. "Touch me here."
"You wanted to fuck, let's get on with it."
"Just suck a little more and stick your finger in me. Please."
He licked her nipples briefly, thrust a finger into her snatch and pulled it out abruptly. "Come on, let's fuck."
He pushed her legs apart, clutched his prick and climbed over her. She wasn't ready.
"Wait," she said. "Just a minute. What's the hurry?"
He rubbed his cock up and down her slit. "It's hard. Let me put it in."
"I'm not ..." Her voice trailed off. "Okay, put it in," she whispered. I've still got Clay to love me the way a man should love a woman, she thought as Paul wedged his cockhead inside her snatch.
"You got what you wanted," he said, ramming the full length of his prick all the way up her twat with one lunge.
She stared up at him, smoldering eyes narrowed. "Yes, I got what I wanted."
When he lowered his face, she accepted his kisses. It felt good when he grasped her asscheeks and corkscrewed his cock into her.
"Good fuck, huh?" he said.
"Yeah, great," she said, wriggling her ass and trying to get more friction on her clit. But after looking forward to a long, loving session, she felt resentful and angry.
Still, she tried. Clasping him against her round tits, she wrapped her velvety thighs around his waist and thrust her pussy up to meet his strokes.
"Kiss me," she breathed, plunging her tongue into his mouth.
"I'm gonna come soon," he said.
Her heart sank. "No. Don't come yet."
"I don't think I can help it. I told you I was tired."
"Try."
She used to be such a good lay, he thought. I've got to dump my load and get some sleep.
Lauren thought: I can't believe this is the man who used to fuck me so good. I should let him come and get it over with.
"Shake that gorgeous ass of yours," he said.
"Mmmmmm, you sure know how to use that cock, honey," she said.
"Jesus, this is fantastic," he lied.
"The best. Really dynamite."
She felt somewhat detached as deep animal grunts escaped his throat. He pumped his cock into her non-stop, trying desperately to bring her off.
"You're still so damn tight," he said. But to himself he thought--not as tight as those two juicy teenyboppers.
"You're wonderful, darling," she said. "The best." But to herself she thought, you don't hold a candle to your kid.
She planned to wait for him to fall asleep before going into the den to masturbate. She'd take a bottle of brandy to relax her senses and then use her fingers. They were a poor substitute for a good stiff cock, but he wasn't doing her much good at the moment.
"Come on, honey," he said. "Let's wrap it up.
"I'm ready whenever you are."
He started fucking her faster. "Here I go." Clutching her ass, he began pistoning his cock in a frenzy in and out of her pussy.
"Yes, ram it into me," she said, beginning to feel excited.
"That's what I'm doing!"
He slammed into her, dropping his load of jism into her achingly horny snatch. His cock stayed hard for a few moments, but when the last jet of spunk gushed from his pisser he pulled out and rolled onto his back.
Within moments he was sound asleep and Lauren lay with her back turned, fuming. She counted backward to one hundred, rose up and went to the den.
It was only a little after nine. The children wouldn't be home for a while. Grabbing a bottle of brandy and dispensing with a glass, she flopped down onto the sofa and took a big swallow of the liquor.
It warmed her up at once and relaxed her. Lifting one leg, she began fingering herself. Where are you, Clay? she thought. I need you more than ever.
After another few gulps of the brandy she put the bottle down and concentrated on her pussy. She was an expert at masturbating. Even when her sex life was active and satisfying she had always enjoyed pleasuring herself.
Now little goosebumps erupted on her nipples. She stroked her tits with one hand and her cunt with the other. She used cuntjuice to paint her nipples and drilled two fingers into her gash. She forgot about the disappointing fuck with Paul. She'd make up for it tomorrow with Clay.
She was determined to make this marriage work. In some ways Paul reminded her of her ex-husband. She had no intention of getting divorced again. No, this marriage would work if it killed her.
The sexy brunette was highly aroused now. Her fingers dipped into her pussy and swirled over her nipples. Her cunt lips were puffy and hot. In a minute she would begin rubbing her clit and bring herself off.
Eyes closed, she pretended it was Clay making love to her. The kid sure knew what to do with a cock.
"Come on, baby, give it to me," she whispered aloud. "Come on and sock it to your stepmother. Faster, honey. Faster."
She corkscrewed her fingers into her pussy and brushed her hand back and forth over her tits. She wondered what kind of lover Barry was. He was just a kid, but sometimes they were the most enthusiastic cocksmen.
One of these days I'll have him too, the overheated housewife vowed as she began rubbing her clit.
Gasping, her mouth hanging open, she threw her head back and came. "Yes!" she gasped legs wide-spread. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me!"