Chapter 13
Laura was extra gratified as a result of Marty's wild sexual enthusiasm.
As soon as he finished orgasming inside of her hot, tight pussy, he stretched out on his back. He heaved a deep sigh, then looked up at his gorgeous wife.
"You really put everything you had into that one," she told him. "I did my best."
"I'll say you did. As a matter-of-fact, right now I want to reach out and grab your cock. I want to play with your hot dick, baby. I want to really give you some enthusiasm."
"Honey, you go right ahead. I'll bet you'll do a good job on my pecker. Pump on it all you want. Just run your fingers up and down it."
"Oh, I definitely will."
She reached out resolutely with both hands. She directed her fingers toward the tip of her lover's pecker. Back and forth she slid her fingers, letting them manipulate first exclusively against his balls. She then began to slide her fingers up and down the full length of his hard, aroused organ. Back and forth she kept her fingers moving, allowing them to slide with captivating grave against his penis. He could feel the white heat generating all around. Every time that she touched his hard cock, he became that much more enthused.
"Keep on pumping my cock," he gulped. "Hey, baby. Are you ever enthused today. I just love the way you're letting yourself go. Come on, keep plunging."
Her fingers pursued his cock steadily, moving up and down in a brisk fashion. She kept it up for a few more moments, after which Laura then quickly switched her attention to his balls. Her fingers went to work against them, grinding back and forth, making vigorous contact.
"Come on, play with my testicles," he gulped. "Come on, honey. Let's do it. Sweetheart, ohhh, let your fingers slide against them. Baby doll, ohhh, slide your fingers against my balls. That feels so nice. Come on, honey. Play with my testicles."
Her fingers kept on working stirringly, making steady, effective contact with his balls. She removed her fingers from his testicles a few seconds later, after which Laura then returned to his cock. She pursued it intensively, maintaining an even brisker finger pace than she had before as she ripped and stabbed, letting her fingers grind against his hard cock.
"Damned, that's nice," he told her.
"I'm gonna keep pumping for all I'm worth," she told him.
"You do that. Baby, ahhh, I like your style of action. Yes, my sweet. Keep your fingers moving quickly. Ahhh, I like that. I like the way you're letting yourself go. Baby doll, ahhh, I love it."
A few moments later, Laura put her tongue to work against his balls. She worked it slowly in the beginning, enjoying the appetizing movements. She knew that in just a short period of time, she would then be switching her efforts to his hard cock. She would then begin tugging and tonguing with all she could muster. But for now she was concentrating on his balls, and she enjoyed the manner in which she was attacking them. Back and forth she kept up her resolute pace, and all the while his whole body was swaying back and forth. He liked the way that she was going back and forth on his balls.
"That's the way to do it," he said. "You're gonna get me off, baby. You really are."
Her tongue kept on working, gliding smoothly as it made its way over his balls. A few quick, jutting tongue strokes later, she released her tongue from his testicles. Laura then began to push and pump her tongue against her lover's dick. She drove it up and down his long, hard stem, pushing him that much nearer to the point of climax.
"Suck me off," he gulped. "I love your action. I love the way you're moving your tongue. Come on, keep on sliding it. Yeah, you're sliding it real nice. I love those strokes, baby."
His whole body bounced and swayed as he lay there on his back, receiving the hot, stirring jolts that she sent forth. Her tongue kept on moving, driving with stirring passion. All the while she was propelling him that much closer to the brink of orgasm. She loved every hot, twisting tongue stroke that she kept on sending his way. Her tongue kept on moving, skirting spiritedly as she pushed him that much closer.
"Baby, you've really got me excited now," he told her. "Baby doll, come on, keep your tongue going. Keep sliding it. Sweetheart, suck me. Suck me off."
While her tongue kept on steadily attacking his long, hot pecker, she reached out and grabbed at his balls. Her fingers clutched wildly at his hot, stirring testicles. All the while she was ever aware that in just a matter of seconds the stirring juices would shoot from his dick. She wanted to swallow every droplet of his hot, appetizing cock juice. She felt that she was pushing her husband one step closer to where she wanted him. She kept thinking about how the other men had given her such tremendous ass fucks. If they could do it, then so could Marty. That was all there was to it. She couldn't take no for an answer. She had to receive the same kind of kicks from her husband, after which she could, she told herself, be content to fuck just with him.
"Keep on pumping," Marty gulped. "Come on, baby."
Her fingers kept on making magnetic contact with his balls as she moved ever nearer to the point of a stirring orgasm. She kept on sucking briskly, driving her tongue up and down the full length of his dick. A few quick, decisive stabs later, the first few drops of thick, white cum began to shoot from the end of his cock. He could feel the tremendous itchiness surging through his whole body as the juices began to unload.
"Baby, you're gonna suck me off," he said. "Sweetheart, ohhh, I really like that. Go after the stuff. Yes, baby doll. Honey, ohhh, I'm juicing. You're gonna swallow it. Every bit of it. Come on, sweetie."
The juices kept on splashing stirringly out of the end of his hard dick. His whole body twisted and turned as the thick white cream kept on spilling from his organ. A few seconds later, she removed her tongue from his cock.
"That was great," she exclaimed. "I really got you excited, honey. You know I did;"
"Yes, that was quite a fuck. You really knew how to twist your tongue. You really turned me on."
She stretched out on the bed for a few moments, then looked fondly into Marty's eyes.
"You know, Marty, I could use something else from you right now," she told him.
"I'll be glad to suck your pussy," he said. "You did a great job on my cock, and I'd love to have the opportunity to go down on you. Sure, honey. I'll bet you'd like for me to taste you just like you finished tasting me."
"No, I have something else in mind."
He looked at her momentarily, a strange expression in his eyes.
"What exactly do you mean?"
"I mean that I'd love you to fuck my ass-hole."
He shook his head.
"I just can't believe it," he exclaimed. "Just why are you so anal conscious all of the sudden?"
"Honey, when you've got a man you really like, you want him to express himself various ways. That's one of the most exciting ways of fucking that you can possibly think of. Sweetheart, this will be so wonderful. Why don't you do that to me? I'd love to have you stick your hot cock inside my ass-hole."
"I don't think I'd better," he said defensively.
"Why not?"
"I just don't feel comfortable doing that," he shook his head. "I think that's going a little too far. That's way out. That's an animalistic act."
"Come on now. What's wrong with a little ass fucking?"
"I just don't want to go that route," Marty exclaimed. "I'm sorry. On top of that, I feel a little tired now. I could give you a pussy lick. I'm happy to go that route."
"No, I guess we can forget it," Laura sighed disappointedly.
"I really don't like hearing you sound so disappointed."
"Let's just forget it," she said.
All the while, she kept thinking about the other men who were more than willing to fuck her ass-hole. That was the one type of screw that, more than any other, Laura craved. And it was the one that her own husband did not want to perform.
The next day at work, just as she was leaving the office, an old friend happened to drop inside.
The old friend was Ned Walsh, a man who at one time had been engaged to her. They had ultimately broken up, only to marry other people. Occasionally Ned would drop around and they would have coffee together, reliving old times. She hadn't seen Ned for some six months. It was the longest time that had elasped since she had first known him. The longest time, that is, without at least having seen him.
"Hello there, beautiful," Ned looked at her and winked.
"Ned, long time no see," she threw her arms around him gleefully. "It's so nice to see you. You're looking well."
"So are you. How'd you like for me to buy you a drink?"
T usually have coffee."
"Right now I think we should have some stronger stuff."
"That isn't like you. You were always kind of a teetotaler."
'Times change and so do people," he told her.
She got into Ned's Lincoln Continental, and together they rode to a bar a few blocks away. As they sat and sipped a Martini, Ned leaned across the table.
"Nancy and I broke up," he told her. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Ned," she shook her head sadly.
"I'm not. Or, I should say, I wasn't. It was one of those things that had to come to an end. We just weren't all that compatible. At first in the honeymoon glow of the whole thing, it looked to us like it might last. But the more involved the relationship became, the more convinced that I became that it just wasn't going to last at all. I'm happy to say that it at least didn't cost me a lot of money."
"I'm really sorry to hear that. You know, it's funny. I thought you and Nancy were the ideal couple. I thought you two would really make it."
"So did a lot of other people," he laughed. "Of course, you know what I always tell them. Behind the locked doors, only the two people who are married really know what's going on."
"Yes, I suppose that's true."
"I know the biggest mistake I ever made in my life," he shook his head.
"What was that?"
"Not following through and marrying you like I should have. You were the most gorgeous, the most sexy, and the most compatible woman I've ever dealt with."
He finished his drink quickly, then reached underneath the table. He put his hand on top of Laura's leg. He then began to massage it, working his fingers all the way from her thigh down to her ankle.
"You're telling me something, and you're not doing it all that subtly," Laura said.
"You're damned right I am, honey. You look so gorgeous. I'd give anything to take you with me back to my place. Honey, let's do it. For old time's sake. You know something. Sometimes I'll wake up in the middle of the night. I'll wake up in a cold sweat and my cock will be as hard as a rock. You know what I'll be thinking about."
"What?"
"I'm thinking about us. I'm thinking about the great times we had. I mean, some people have a certain rhythm. They have certain rhythms that are made for somebody else. That's the way it was with us. We had a beautiful rhythm just made for each other. And we really clicked when we jumped inside the sack together. I'm sure you remember."
"Of course I do. You were a very sexy, very erotic guy. You always gave me a lot of satisfaction in bed."
"I'm happy to know that," he smiled. "So what do you say? Why don't you drink up. Let's go over to my place. Let's go there right now."
"I can see why you're so successful as an insurance salesman," Laura chuckled. "You really know how to close a deal."
"That's right, but this one won't be closed until the last bit of jissum has rolled out of the end of my prick."
"You're being very blunt about the whole thing."
"Why not? You know we both need it. Since we both need it, let's go into it. Let's get into it right away, my sweet. How about it?"
"I can't turn down an offer like that. Particularly with you squeezing my leg so hard."
"Just a means of helping you get the point." A few moments later they left the bar together.