Chapter 1

It was morning.

The sun was steadily rising in the east, and Trevor Hamilton's prick was steadily rising from his groin. Trevor was still sleeping, lying on his back.

His voluptuous wife Jessica had awakened some minutes before. She woke up horny, as she usually did. First she glanced at the bedside clock to make sure that they had time for morning sex before her husband had to shower and get dressed for work.

There was time. Not a lot, and she guessed it would have to be a fast fuck, but that was okay.

Quickies were fun, too.

Then she looked across at his crotch.

Trevor didn't have a hard-on and he was slumbering in a peaceful manner. But, even soft, his cock was an impressive hunk of meat, looping down his thigh in a fat coil, thick-stalked and heavy-headed.

His balls looked satisfyingly full and solid, having built up a new load during the night to replace the one that he had emptied into her at bedtime.

Jessica was feeling playful as well as passionate. Love and lust were always twisted together in her mind, like some Gordian knot of emotions. She could make sex a game - or make it serious business.

She rolled over onto her belly and began to blow very gently onto his groin. She was touching him, just pursing her lips and puffing from a few inches away.

The light from the oblong window lay in a path over his loins and elongated prick. Dust motes were dancing around his fat, purple cock-knob.

As she blew on his prick, it began to rise up like a phoenix from the ashes. The cock hardened and lengthened and straightened from his groin, standing proud and erect in the illuminating sunbeams.

His rugged, handsome face began to shift from the placid peace of sleep to that of arousal.

His lips squared back from his white teeth and his eyelashes flickered. His lean jaw tightened and his breathing became heavier.

Jessica wondered if he was dreaming.

She wondered if he would wake up or if she could gently coax him to the end of a wet dream.

She blew some more. His bulging cockhead began to glow like a neon bulb.

She touched her tongue to the slab.

She drew back after one light lick, watching her saliva sizzle on the hot meat.

Ducking down, she tongued his swollen cumbags for a little while, then licked up and down the heavily veined underside of his stiff prick.

His prick was starting to hum like a tuning fork now, jolting and jerking and swelling. His pisshole opened and a quick-silvery glob of pre-cum oozed out.

Jessica slurped it up, using her tongue like a meaty ladle. She savored the succulent slime in her mouth, letting it trickle over her tongue, making her taste buds tingle. Then she swallowed it.

Could she make him cum without waking him?

Jessica loved it in the mouth almost as much as she loved it in the cunt, nor was she selfish about sex. She was willing to guide him to the gooey termination of a dream, even if it meant that her pussy had to do without.

She always had her dildo.

She slipped her sweet lips over his cock-knob and started to suck softly.

But then his eyes opened.

He looked confused for a moment, caught in the hazy, indistinct world between dream and reality. Then he saw that his lovely lady was sucking on his prickhead, and a leer turned his lips to a twisted and lustful configuration.

She smiled up at him, turning her head on the pivot of his rampant cock, her sensual lips turning outwards on the fat slab as she smiled.

Since he was no longer asleep and in the throes of an erotic dream, she figured that she might as well have a cunt full as a mouthful.

She gave his cockhead a last loving slurp, then drew away and sprawled out on her back. She bridged her curvy body, heaving her tits up.

Her fat, rosy nipples were standing up like rockets ready to be launched from their areola pads. Trevor bent over her and sucked a fat nub into his lips, sucking on her nipple as she had his cock-knob.

Mouthing her tit, he looked at the clock and saw that they didn't have a lot of time.

Jessica understood his glance and parted her meaty thighs, lifting her knees up and tilting her cunt up to the elevation of coupling.

Trevor mounted her missionary style. They both enjoyed variety in sex and various positions, but when time was a factor, it was more efficient with him on top.

He grasped his prick by the hilt and guided the bulging cockhead into her gooey gash. He stirred the knob around in her cunt a few times. Then he braced his knees and his ass tightened and he shoveled it all up her pussy.

She threw her legs around him, clamping him to her as they held the full penetration. He was grinding his cock around inside her cunt, and she was squirming and wriggling on that prick.

Then he began to slide in and out.

He pulled his prick back until only the huge head was in her pussy, paused, then fed all of the mighty cock back up her cunt.

Jessica met him, matching his pace and intensity. Her wet cunt was sucking like a mouth on his cock, swallowing him as he plunged in.

Trevor grunted. His cock hissed up her cunt-sleeve, and her wet pussy squished and squelched juicily as it clung to the sliding prick. His balls swung in and slapped against the upthrust cheeks of her churning ass. Those bags were so full of cum that they hit her ass with a dull thud.

She reached down and felt around in her groin, fingering his prick as it went greasily in and out, playing with her clit, fondling his balls. Her clit was smoldering like a fuse, all set to ignite the explosion of her cumming.

"Shoot! Shoot in me!" she wailed.

She was hovering just under the crest, waiting for Trevor to join her at the joyous peak of passion, knowing it felt better to cream at the same time that he - or any guy, for that matter - was spurting his spunk up her.

Trevor fell to with a vengeance, really pounding and hammering into her cunt. He drove her ass down into the bed, then hiked it up with an under slung stroke. Taking his weight on his hands and knees, he wallowed his prick into her in a frenzy. His head tipped back and he howled like a banshee.

They were making a lot of noise in the morning quiet. The bed was squeaking under them and they were both panting and gasping and moaning. Jessica wondered if their teenaged kids were listening to the sounds of parental passion. She hoped so! It gave the wanton woman a kinky kick to imagine that Danny and Barbara could hear the randy rutting!

"Cum, darling!" she cried louder than necessary, making sure that her squeals could be overheard.

He snorted like a bull and his balls blew. His hot, thick slime came squirting into the core of her cunt, spraying her lavishly.

Jessica let herself go, joining him. Her clit exploded savagely and her fuck-box began to dissolve, turning to paste around his prick. He kept on pumping the spunk into her and her cunt-cum came gushing out to mingle with it.

"Ahhhhh-fill me, baby! Don't stop!" she gurgled, adoring the feeling of being hosed with jizz.

He shot off as he plowed in and shot off again on the backstroke, cumming on the rebound. Each time his prick stuffed her pussy, that fat, tight-fitting cock was pumping their combined cream out.

Her groin had turned to a swamp. His cock kept pounding into that morass, adding more goo.

At long last he began to flag. He lost the rhythm. His strokes continued, but they had become jerky now. Jessica was fucking faster than her husband was now, driving her cunt up and down on his faltering cock as she worked her own dynamic cumming off to the final sweet spasms and the last of her seepage.

She shuddered as the highest crest held in her loins, then slumped back, slowing down.

They embraced, clinging tightly together in the panting aftermath of their simultaneous orgasm.

And as the sounds they were making grew softer, Jessica distinctly heard another bed groaning like a delayed echo of their own frantic lust.