Chapter 3
Laura kept thinking about the sex she had experienced with Eddie. She could scarcely believe all that had happened to her, the way that he had taken charge and fucked her ass-hole.
The thing that Laura found so difficult to believe was just how affirmatively she had responded to the ass fucking. She just couldn't seem to get enough of it. Every time that Eddie poured his hot cock deep inside her ass-hole, she had enjoyed the throbbing impact that much more. She had loved the way that he had taken charge, and had flung his instrument back and forth as he slid it inside of her anus. It was the kind of magnificent sex experience that she could just not explain. All she knew was that she needed something more of the same experiences, and she just wasn't getting enough in the way of proper type of attention from her husband Marty.
Marty worked as an illustrator for an advertising agency. He had a deep love for his sexy, young wife, but what bothered her was that he just didn't seem to be able to give her the kind of exciting sex that she really wanted. Laura had felt guilty at first over banging with Eddie, but after he had thoroughly hypnotized her with his sexy movements, she felt differently about the whole thing.
The more she thought about what she had been through with him, the more she liked the prospect of some more of that same kind of sex.
Laura realized she had to pull herself together. After all, it would be highly dangerous for her to get involved with somebody like Eddie on a regular basis. Maybe she could through her instructive example make Marty be a little more sexy guy.
That night when Marty came home, Laura began throwing hints his way about sex that evening.
"I could really use it," she snuggled tip to her husband on the sofa, running her fingers through his hair.
'I'll tell you what, honey. Let's have a couple of Martinis after dinner. Maybe that'll loosen me up a little. And if I can get loosened up, then we can jump in the sack."
"I think that's a splendid idea. Would you like a drink before dinner, darling?"
"That would be nice."
"And I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll fix a full pitcher of Martinis. Then we can get into the additional drinking after dinner."
The drinking did manage to loosen Marty up to some extent. By the time he finished his third post-dinner Martini, Laura was all set to launch into some wild sex. She leaned forward, throwing her fingers through her husband's hair, then pressing her lips against his. She let her lips remain locked ever so tightly against his for quite a while, after which she removed them.
"Let's go to bed right now," she sighed.
"Yes, baby."
"That's good. I get the feeling you want it as much as I do."
They walked together into the bedroom. Marty watched as his gorgeous wife immediately stripped off her dress. As she stood before him in her panties and bra, his cock hardened. He could see just how appealing a woman he had married. That made him all the more desirous to please her in whatever way he could.
She removed her panties and bra, then stretched out on the bed. Marty quickly slipped out of his trousers, then dropped his shorts down his legs. As Marty stepped out of his shorts, he looked down at his cock once more. The hungry fires of determination seethed within his body. He knew just how much he needed to enjoy some satisfying sex. He wondered why it was always so difficult for him seemingly to get into the act. It seemed as if the longer that the marriage relationship evolved between the two of them, the harder it was for him to perform those regular services, even though he liked his wife, and knew that she was gorgeous and sexy.
Their bodies meshed as Marty reached out and ran his fingers over her back. He pushed his chest against her breasts. It felt good to experience the resounding impact of her tits rubbing against his chest. Marty pushed his tongue forward. He let it slide inside her mouth. Back and forth he carefully sliced his tongue against hers. The more rapidly that his tongue went to work against hers, the quicker that his whole supercharged body swayed. He kept tonguing her mouth, driving it back and forth. A few quick, convincing tongue strokes later, he released his tongue from her mouth. He was all set to provide her with more sucking sensations.
As Laura lay there and twisted her hips, Marty pushed his tongue down toward her left breast. He moved it searchingly, driving it against her tit. The quicker that he tongued her breast, the greater the degree of excitement that rippled through her whole body. He finished up on one breast, then went to work on the other. His tongue danced even more rapidly when he registered it against her right breast than it had when he had sucked her left tit.
"That really feels nice," she said. "Come on, baby doll. Just run your tongue real nice. Darling, come on, step it up."
He tongued her breast until Marty decided that it was time to go to work doing something else. He reached down, dropping his head between her legs. He puckered up his lips, then pushed them forward and allowed them to penetrate against her mound. He kissed her pussy once, then twice. As he released his lips from her snatch, he let his tongue push forward.
"Baby, you're getting ready to suck my snatch," she said. "Come on, drive it. Drive your tongue inside my mound. Really give me a nice suck. Baby, ahhh, come on, work it. Work your tongue inside my pussy."
Marty watched with open-eyed amazement as her hips kept on dancing. Laura knew exactly what to do in order to excite her lover. She kept on moving her hips back and forth, then let her right hand drop down toward her mound. She played with her pussy several times, allowing the moisture to surface there. As she released her fingers from her snatch, she was prepared to receive the swift, jolting tongue movements from Marty.
"Keep tonguing me," she exclaimed. "Come on, I want you to drive your tongue inside of my snatch. Move it real nice. Baby, ahhh, drive your tongue. Work it, baby. Come on, really let it go."
Marty reached out with both hands, sliding his fingers against his lover's buttocks. His fingers kept on twisting and turning, circulating briskly against her thighs. He pushed his tongue down between her legs. Back and forth he stroked, manipulating his tongue against her pussy. He started out slowly, but the quicker that his pace increased, the more rapidly that her long, trim legs danced. She was reacting to every hot, pressing tongue stab that he sent her way as he moved his tongue spiritedly, letting it surge and slice as it worked inside of her snatch. Marty was pushing her that much nearer, loving each and every tonguing stab that he was directing toward her.
"Come on, just bring me off," Laura exclaimed loudly. "Honey, you really do know how to tongue me. You've got a nice tongue. It's just beautiful, sweetheart. Yeah, let your tongue dance. Darling, move your tongue. Come on, really slide it. Plant it inside my nest. Baby doll, ohhh, you're gonna bring me off."
A few quick, sturdy tongue stabs later, the juices began to shoot from lovely Laura's pussy. Her body bounced up and down on the bed as she heaved a loud sigh, enjoying the tongue strokes that he had planted inside of her nest.
When the sucking had been completed, he looked down at his hard, surging cock. He knew that he had to get off his rocks. It was just a question of how it would happen.
If ever Laura was determined to get Marty as excited as possible, she was at that point. All of the sudden she began feeling a little guilty over the sex she had had with Eddie. What bothered her the most was that up until this point in time, she knew that her experience with Marty had not matched that episode in intensity. She kept thinking about how she had enjoyed each and every wild stroke that her lover had planted inside of her ass-hole. She kept recalling how great it had been when Eddie had stabbed her anus, driving his sledgehammer cock back and forth as he ground his dick inside of her. She had loved every bit of it, and now Laura was determined to prove to herself that she could experience the same kind of excitement in bed with her husband. She was determined to make the most of the moment, to prove to herself and to Marty that they could go all the way and enjoy every stimulating moment.
She moved her fingers forward, circulating them against his dick. Laura grabbed hold of his cock, clutching at it firmly. Up and down Laura began to stroke, letting her fingers slide with steady grace as they made their way up and down the full length of his hard, spirited rod.
Marty could feel the shock waves of excitement in his testicles as she pursued his cock, her fingers driving and surging against the lengthy base of it. All the while she was determined to prove her point.
She would get Marty as excited as possible, then would slide her tongue up and down his hard dick.
While her fingers were moving against his cock, she pushed her tongue downward toward his balls. Her tongue scraped vigorously against his testicles. He enjoyed the hot, sweeping movements that she sent forth against Marty's testicles. His body bounced up and down and he heaved loud sighs. That made her all the more happy, recognizing that she was contributing to his state of great excitement.
"Keep plunging your tongue against my balls," Marty called out. "I like the way you're letting yourself go, baby. Come on, just bring me off."
Her tongue kept on moving, driving spryly against his hot balls. After they reached the scorching point, she started to assert her tongue against his cock. Up and down she pushed and plunged her tongue, working it superbly, driving it with every bit of wild passion that she could put forward. Her tongue kept on shoving against his huge dick, and all the while she was seeking to prove something to herself. Laura was determined to prove conclusively that she could give her husband thrills in sex just as she had shared with her lover, Eddie.
Up and down her tongue kept on moving, sliding against his hard, aroused cock. Now he was just a few strokes removed from the moment of a dramatic climax.
"Suck me off," he sighed. "Come on, darling. You've just about got me there. Yes, keep moving your tongue. Baby, ohhh, keep it going. Come on, suck me off. Move your tongue against my prick. Come on, honey. Let's fuck. Let's really do it. Let's enjoy it. Let's really enjoy it."
A few quick, sturdy tongue strokes later, the first few droplets of peter fluid began to spill from the end of his long, hard organ.
"You're gonna get it, baby. Here it goes," he sighed. "Come on, honey. Suck it off. Baby, ahhh, juices are spilling out of there. Just swallow them, baby doll. Sweetheart, oh, get the stuff. Yes, swallow it."
As the juices kept on shooting from the end of Marty's organ, his body bounced from side to side. He watched as his gorgeous wife Laura tackled his cock, seeking to corral every drop of his stimulating, passionate liquid.
"Honey, I like that," he sighed. "Keep your tongue moving. Yeah, get every drop."
Her tongue kept wiggling as she twisted it back and forth, going after the droplets of thick, white cream. She finally finished swallowing the last few droplets of juice. Laura released her tongue suddenly from Marty's cock.
That was nice," Marty grinned. "You put so much passion into it."
Laura recognized that she had put a lot more passion into that cock suck than she generally put into her screws with Marty. She had been doing everything she could to convince herself that she could match the level and intensity she had sustained with Eddie. But now that the act had been concluded, she knew that she still hadn't reached that point. She hoped that eventually she would, but at that particular juncture she hadn't.
She kept thinking about the anal attack to which Eddie had subjected her. That was the thing, she thought, that had made the difference. The thought came to her that maybe she could get her husband to give her the same kind of attention. If he could just shove his hot dick deep inside her anus, then maybe that would make all the difference in the world to her. The more she thought about it, the more tantalizing the whole prospect became.