Chapter 12
Late the following afternoon, Marty came home in an exuberant frame of mind.
As soon as Laura fastened a glance at his crotch, she knew that he was ready for sex. Marty wasn't coming on all that strong lately, but this was one of those special occasions. She could tell from the mischievous little twinkle in his eyes that he'd had enough to drink to make him high. Certainly not enough to get him drunk. But certainly enough to at least make him feel a wild sense of anticipation, the kind that would release from him the tensions of his life and cause him to focus on pleasure.
"Let's go right to the bedroom," he told her. "Baby, I want to do it with you. I want to screw you in the worst way."
"Since we're married, and since it's legal for us to have sex, I guess there's nothing to prohibit it."
He smiled and laughed.
"I guess not. I could strip that cute blue dress off of you right now. Damned, no wonder you sell so much real estate. You're a gorgeous chick. Those long, nice, sexy legs. You know what I want to do? I want to just twist my head down between them. I want to run my tongue against your hot love pit. I want to move my tongue against your hot snatch until the juices flow. How does that sound to you? And after that, my juices are gonna flow. We're both gonna have ourselves a blast."
"Yes, that really sounds like something," Laura smiled. "All right, then it's off to the bedroom for some games."
They walked quickly into the bedroom. As Laura stretched out in the bed, her husband came on strong and fast. Marty reached out behind her and quickly undid the buttons of her dress. He pulled and tugged at the dress, quickly sliding it off of her body. As she lay there on her back, wearing nothing more than her panties and bra, he reached behind her once more. This time it was to unstrap her bra. Once that his twisting fingers had released the bra strap's, he pulled at the bra, removing it from her. Marty reached down with both hands and clutched at her panties. He quickly slid them down her sleek legs and off of her. He reached down with his right hand, allowing his fingers to move slowly but securely over her mound. He touched her clitoris several times, then concentrated on just sliding his fingers back and forth inside of her nest.
When he removed his fingers from her pussy, he jumped up quickly from the bed. He was eager to remove his clothes as quickly as he could. He wanted to get right into the fucking.
She watched as he removed his clothes. Once that he stripped off his shorts, a certain gleam came into his eye. like a man who had just discovered what freedom was like for the first time. He was now totally out of bondage. The trousers and shorts had inhibited his manly desires, but now both were gone. All he could think of was using his tongue and cock to excite his wife in the most meaningful possible way.
"You can drill your tongue against my pussy any time you want to," Laura told him.
"Sure I can. Baby, am I ever gonna give you some satisfaction. Just wait until I run my tongue against your mound."
His first move, however, was in the direction of her left thigh. Marty reached out with his tongue, letting it slip and slide against her thigh. He enjoyed the warm sensations of his long, red tongue piercing against her firm skin. He liked the way that his tongue collided with her skin, and the longer that he kept up the sucking, the deeper the imprint that he made as he twisted his tongue back and forth.
"Come on, move your burning tongue," Laura exclaimed.
Laura kept thinking about all of the sex that she had been having with other men as of late. But there was one thing she was hoping for, and it was that her husband could provide her with the right kind of thrills. If he could just somehow become a little more dynamic and exciting in the realm of sex, then she could no doubt shake herself from the kind of activity of which she was becoming increasingly more a part of. She wanted to concentrate on Marty, to remove herself from the risky kind of life that she had been living. She wanted to feel his hot red tongue continuing to make its way back and forth, driving against her skin.
He removed his tongue from one thigh, then proceeded on to the other. A few swift, twisting strokes later, he reached out with his right hand and once again began to attack her mound. This time, though, Marty's fingers made more speedy contact against her pussy than it had on the other occasion. He kept on stepping up his tempo, and as he did, he pleasantly observed the way that her whole body was twisting in sharp reaction to his every tongue and finger stab.
"Come on, just bring me off," she said. "Darling, ohhh, I want you to grind your tongue. I want you to do it. I want you to really plunge it inside my pussy. Come on, baby, work it like a dagger. Slide it inside my hot nest. Move it fast. Baby doll, ohhh, come on and push your tongue. Baby doll, ohhh, come, give me a workout. Work your tongue, darling. Come on, give it to me. Give it to me all the way."
Marty loved hearing the loud encouragement that was emanating from his lover. He removed his tongue from her thigh, then pushed it down between her legs. He slid his tongue toward her pussy. Back and forth he began to stroke, gliding his tongue with spirit and grace as it began to devastate her snatch.
He started out quickly right from the beginning, and all the while his tongue kept executing itself with brilliance, pushing and sliding as it worked inside of her mound.
"Baby, keep up the sucking," she called out eagerly.
Marty loved letting his head come to rest just between his wife's beautiful legs. As Laura's legs kept dangling back and forth, reacting as he moved his tongue inside of her nest, he reached out and grabbed her thighs. His fingers kept twisting and turning, pushing against her warm thighs as he tongued her snatch. He kept working his tongue, blasting away with it, manipulating it superbly as it shoved inside of her mound.
A few quick, devastating strokes later, the moment had almost arrived. His tongue was about ready to bring her off. His fingers grabbed hold of her thighs even more securely than before. He fastened his fingers against them with great skill and diligence, and all the while his tongue pressed ever so deeply, blasting home, driving rapidly as he worked her ever nearer to the point of orgasm.
"Just keep busy with you tongue," she implored. "I love the way you're working it, sweetheart. Yes, you've got a nice tongue. You know how to work it.
You're gonna bring me off. Sweetheart, ohhh, just dazzle me with your tongue. Really keep it working. Slide it inside my hot pit."
A few twisting, tingly strokes later, the juices began to shoot from her pussy. They shot into Marty's mouth. He eagerly gobbled up every droplet of snatch juice from her mound, after which he released his tongue. By then he was extra eager to put his cock to work.
She observed his huge, bulging cock, then reached out and grabbed for it. She continued to lie there on her back, her body still tingly as her legs dangled. Up and down her fingers stroked against the base of his long, hard peter.
"That's very nice," she sighed. "Come on, honey. Keep stroking. Yes, keep stroking with your fingers. I love it."
Laura watched as she kept up her sustained activity for a few more moments. When she released her fingers, he was all set to move forward. He was prepared to glide his hard, steely cock inside of her. He wanted to drive it forward like a bulldozer. He wanted to slam his determined cock inside her snatch until every droplet of thick, white cream had spilled from the end of his organ.
Marty pushed his cock forward. With one swift, fateful stab, he projected his cock inside of her mound. He set a blistering pace, moving his penis with great skill and vigor. He kept on moving it back and forth, blasting hard, driving it with grace and desire as he manipulated his flaming peter that much deeper into her hot mound.
He loved the way that her hips were flaring back and forth, and Marty particularly reacted to the manner in which she would flip her body toward him, reacting to each and every sharp, piercing pecker stab that he sent into her direction.
"Keep your beautiful hips moving," he sighed, continuing to fuck her. "I like what you're doing. Come on, honey. Really move your body around. Dart your hips from side to side. That's it, I'm gonna keep blasting you. I'm gonna fuck your pussy. I'm gonna really plunge my cock inside you. Ahhh, ohhh, I love it."
All the while his cock kept on driving, moving brilliantly as he projected it that much deeper inside of her nest. He kept right on slamming his spear relentlessly, pushing and shoving it as it moved deep inside of her hot gash. He was only a few strokes removed from the moment of orgasm. The juices were about set to spill from the end of his hot dick.
Marty felt all hot inside. He knew that there was an avalanche stored up inside him. His whole body began to shake as he kept up his steady deluge of stabs, moving back and forth, twisting his hot buttocks as he rammed his pecker inside her willing, receptive mound.
"Keep banging me," she cried out breathlessly. "Come on, honey. Stick your savage tool into me. Come on, drive it in my mound. Baby doll, ohhh, I love the pecker action. Come on, fuck me."
She lay there and momentarily closed her eyes. Laura began thinking about her other men. She thought about Eddie. She thought about Gary. She thought about the way that they had relentlessly thrown everything they had into each and every stab. She wanted to make certain that her husband Marty accomplished the same thing. She felt a little funny at that point about having had sex with those other men. Perhaps she could make it up to Marty somehow. Of course, he didn't even know, and she still felt guilty. Maybe she could make it up that very moment by seeing to it that she afforded him the tightest possible screw.
She twisted her hips once more, tightening her cunt muscles. She straightened out her legs, tensing them as he kept up his swift, decisive flow of action.
The cock juices were about ready to spurt out of the end of his bulging, mammoth stick. He loved the way that she was stroking, driving his hot, resourceful cock inside of her mound time and again.
He kept up his steady flow of action, never slowing up for a second. He was determined to keep things moving until every droplet of the thick white cream had spilled from the end of his mammoth peter.
"Keep on fucking me," she gulped. "Baby, ohhh, just fuck me. Yes, honey. Come on, grind your hot organ. Move it inside me. Baby doll, ohhh, I feel all hot inside. Yes, that's the way it should feel."
He slapped at her hips a few times, continuing his orchestrated drive. A few quick, pumping strokes later, he could feel the juices within him becoming more aroused. He felt the tingly waves of passion as his cock kept on projecting inside her. All the while he was moving himself that much nearer to that moment of destiny, that supreme moment when he would release the drops of thick, white fluid from the end of his cock.
Tm itching all over," he said. "Just keep your beautiful butt twisting for a few seconds more. That's all I'm gonna need, my sweet. After that, I'm gonna be off."
As he moved ever nearer, he puckered up his lips. He pushed his lips forward, letting them crash against hers. He held onto her ever so tightly, continuing to resourcefully stab her with his hard cock. He was only seconds away from the great moment when all the juices would flow.
He kept right on blasting hard, driving his cock inside of her mound, enjoying the avalanche of activity that kept on storing within him, building to an ever-greater crescendo.
"Here I go," he gulped hard. "Baby, ohhh, this is it."
A few moments after he removed his lips from hers, the first few drops of jissum began to shoot from the end of Marty's cock. He knew that this was only the beginning. The first few preliminary droplets caused him to fuck that much harder and more sharply. His cock kept on ramming, sliding back and forth with relentless zeal as he got set to explode all the way. A few seconds later the thick, white cream began to shoot ever so voluminously out of the end of his mammoth organ. His whole body shook as the streaming droplets of cream kept on splashing from the end of his dick.
"Here it goes," he gulped. "Baby doll, ahhh, I like that. How nice. Oh, I can feel the itch. What a fuck. Baby doll, ohhh, that's beautiful. What a fuck!"
His whole body kept on twisting, moving back and forth as he discharged the last few droplets of steaming cream from his pecker. As he released his cock from his lover's mound, he felt good all over. Marty had needed a fuck like that, and now that he'd received it, he couldn't help but feel a certain glow of accomplishment.
"What a body you've got," he said. "All I've got to do is strip you. That will get me so excited. There's no turning back."
"It makes me happy to hear you say that, darling," Laura smiled.
"I mean it, baby doll. You're one woman who has always been able to turn me on. With your shape and your fucking talent, you never fail."