Chapter 9
When Melinda got home, Steve was furious.
"Where the fuck have you been?"
"You've been drinking while I was gone," she told him.
"What else could I do?" Steve slurred. "Run away and leave a hustler like that? After all I've done for you."
"Yeah," Melinda laughed, "you've played every dirty trick on me you could. So many, in fact, you'd almost think you were running for president."
"I don't find that funny," he told her.
"I found myself tonight. It was in a motel room where they showed dirty movies."
"Did you discover you were a natural-born hustler?" Steve blurted furiously. "That's what I think you are. You've been milking me for money from the day you accepted the engagement ring."
"Don't mention that worthless ring," she reminded him. "I found out it was an imitation diamond."
"Yes, but I delivered a real pecker to your pussy, didn't I?"
"You've been giving me the shaft ever since you first screwed me in the back seat at that drive-in movie," she told him, "and I have no respect for you."
"I have no respect for you, either," he told her. "Not since you told me you screwed the first time with your little brother, Teddy."
"Don't mention Teddy," Melinda glared. "You promised you would never bring him up."
"I'm breaking promises tonight," he told her. "I'm gonna clear out of here in the morning. I'm gonna chart a new course for my life."
"When you set sail from here, honey," she reminded him, "you're gonna find the cargo is half as heavy as it is today. I mean, you're gonna give me half of what you've got or else."
Steve thought grimly about it.
"Trying to threaten me?"
"Trying to counsel you, dear," she told him frankly. "I want to wise you up to reality. Apparently you've been living in a dream world."
Melinda realized that she had stopped him from getting any angrier. As Steve thought more soberly about what it might cost him to have to unload her, he was kinder.
"Let me tell you something," he told her. "I don't care who you've screwed around with, I've got a hard-on."
"So that's what I come home to," she quipped. "A husband who wants to screw me."
"I've got my fucking rights," he reminded her.
As Melinda took off her clothes and Steve caught sight of her full, round bosoms and curvaceous ass cheeks, he vowed he was going to fuck her and fuck her fast.
"You sure look nice to me," he told her. "I don't mean to be cross, darling, but I am getting hot for you."
She crawled into bed with him. No sooner had she gotten into bed than he was astride her.
"Let me slip it in your pussy," he told her.
He brushed his thick, rigid cock across her fur-trimmed triangle. Then bending over, he rammed forward. Her pussy muscles clutched at his stabbing cock.
"Fuck me," she pleaded passionately. "Fuck me."
He was ramming into her now with deep, hard strokes.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I live it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With powerful penis stabs he went on ramming into her.
"Yes," he exclaimed, "baby, you're really fucking Lock your legs around mine. Come on, let's screw."
Melinda enjoyed it. Her hands reached down to cup his round ass cheeks. She squeezed his buttocks as his penis hammered into her pussy.
"Yes, yes," she panted passionately, "I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me."
She enjoyed the sensation of his slippery, long cock gliding into her. And she liked to let her hands wander from Steve's broad shoulders down to his trim hips. She liked to clasp his ass cheeks. She enjoyed squeezing them. It gave her a sense of fulfillment as her pelvis pumped in rhythm to his thick prick stabs.
"Love me?" she smiled.
"If I can forgive you," Steve said, still not willing to give in on the fact that she'd been disloyal and accept it.
She didn't care. She brushed her big bosoms across his chest.
"How do you like that, tiger?"
"You're really igniting my dick stick," he told her, "and when my fuse gets lighted, baby, it explodes."
She was pleased with the fact that she could give him such supercharged excitement. She was eager to have his thick juices explode in her pussy. She always enjoyed his sperm eruption.
"I'm almost there," Steve told her. "Hang tight, baby. You're gonna ret it any minute."
He continued thrusting. She felt the cock exploding and she let out a cry of passionate pleasure and satisfaction. Her finger plunged up his asshole as she parted his buttocks. At the same time she joined him juicing. Her hot pussy juices flowed freely.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "keep screwing me. I want to cum again."
Apparently Steve had been horny and Melinda felt guilty. She knew what her wifely duties were. She also knew that he could get a judgment against her in court if she didn't supply him with his sexual requirements. Therefore, she considered it a part of her marital responsibilities to give him a good fuck.
Her pussy muscles continued clutching at his sliding penis.
"Fuck," he panted as he went on screwing her. "Oh, baby, do my asshole, too. I love the feel of your finger slipping up my butt."
Melinda was proud of the fact that she had learned how to slide her index finger up her husband's tight anal channel. She recognized this was giving him a healthy, wholesome, prostate massage at the same time he was driving his long penis into her.
"Baby, my balls are on fire," he panted as he went on jabbing it into her.
Melinda's breasts continued swaying back and forth across his chest.
"Screw me," she begged him. "Honey, let me feel it. I want it. Every fucking, sucking inch of your dick. Let me have it."
Passionately she cried out as he went on thrusting.
Plunging in as deep as he could, he got his gun off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed happily. "Screw it, sweetheart."
She was pleased to finish giving him his wild fuck he desired so much.
She withdrew her finger from her husband's asshole. Next, Steve pulled his penis from her pussy. He got to his feet and went out into the living room to get another drink. She was following close behind.
"Steve, you old drunk," she fumed, "you're not gonna have another one."
"Don't call me an old drunk," he shook his head angrily. "You are a nympho. Do you understand? Nympho!"
"What is that?" Melinda asked before she could get angry.
"You don't know what a nympho is?" Steve said snidely. "You aren't very well educated."
"No, I don't know the dirty-word vocabulary," she assured him, "and it's probably just as well."
"Nympho is short for nymphomaniac," he said tightly, "and that's what you are. A woman who can't get enough fucks. You can't satisfy her. You could stick a salami in her and she still wouldn't be satisfied."
"Well, it would depend on the size of the salami," Melinda said, keeping her cool.
"You are awful," he told her. "You're evil. Ever since you've come into my life you've been a curse."
"I think you've got me mistaken with Eve," she laughed. "You're putting me into the Garden of Eden."
"You were never in Paradise," Steve told her. "You were always a wicked woman with carnal lusts. And they have driven you crazy."
"That's not a very nice thing to say," she told him, "but I forgive you because you apparently don't know any better."
The more she talked the more outraged Steve became.
"Baby," he quipped quickly, "I'm gonna get even with you. One way or another I'm gonna cool your wagon."
Melinda paid no attention. Instead, she went to bed on the living room sofa.
"You snore," she told him, "so sleep by yourself."
The next morning she didn't even bother to get up. When he made such a big fuss, she did. She burned the toast and put in to the table anyway.
"Burned toast," he fumed. "I didn't many you to nibble on burned toast."
"Why did you marry me?" she asked him quite frankly.
"Because I wanted a wife."
"And what did the services of the wife encom-
"Cleaning, cooking, fucking."
"All right, so I'm no good in the first two categories," she admitted candidly, "but other men tell me I'm one hell of a fuck."
"Well, that's the only thing you are good at," he complained. "The problem is you're always screwing around with other men besides me. I think I ought to put a padlock on your pussy."
Steve left for work that morning and Melinda was left alone. Maybe he should put a padlock on her pussy, she thought. She couldn't help but feel those strange hot urges as she thought of other men that she would enjoy going to bed with.
That morning the TV gave out and she called the TV service repair company. They sent out a young man that afternoon and she got to talking to him.
"What do you think about the new sexual liberation movement?"
"I think it's long overdue," he told her truthfully. "It's about time men and women could enjoy their bodies as they want to."
"I couldn't agree with you more," she told him frankly. "As a matter of fact, I think it's ridiculous that people have made such a fuss about fucking. After all, if a person wants to get a good screw, why shouldn't he?"
"How true?" she agreed.
At that point she told him that she wondered just how broad minded he really was. He looked at her curiously.
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
She nodded and smiled at him.
"As a matter of fact, tiger," she grinned, "I would be interested in having sex with you. I'll bet you're a good fuck."
The TV repairman felt shy and embarrassed to have her speaking to him like this. He was a twenty-four-year-old college graduate and he couldn't find a job. So he had gone into television repair work. However, he had no idea that older women could become so bold.
"Are you afraid that you're impotent?" she asked him with a sardonic smile playing about her lips.
"You don't have to worry none about my pecker," he assured her. "I could entertain you any time I want to."
"I just wish you would, darling," she whispered, "because I've got a real hot box, if you know what I mean."
He nodded and smiled.
"I know what you're talking about," he told her, "and if you really want me to fuck you, I guess I could."
She was delighted that he seemed so eager for her to carry on with him.
"Now, baby," he smiled at her, "you just go into the bedroom and take off your clothes and stretch out on the bed and I'll stick it in you."
Melinda walked into the bedroom. Slowly she removed her clothes. When the TV repairman came into the room, she observed him unzipping his fly and pulling out his penis.
"You've got to take off all your clothes, too, honey," she told him.
He didn't want to do this.
"I don't even know your name," she laughed. "I shouldn't fuck with men whose names I don't know. It's against house rules."
He laughed. "You've broken a lot of rules, lady," he told her, "so why are you getting so fussy all of the sudden?"
"You've got a point there," she agreed.
Now he was more than ever willing to discuss his desires.
"I want to make you do everything to me," he told her. "Do you give good head jobs?"
"Only the best," Melinda said, licking her lips.
"I want you to lick my cock and suck on it," he informed her.
"I'll do that, darling," she assured him.
Now he was eager to have her carry on with him.
"Baby," he told her, "I'll give you a good fuck. You don't have to worry about that."
She wasn't worried. She could hardly wait to have him give her some erotic excitement. At this point he took off his shirt and tossed it aside. She observed his broad chest and realized he was a well-built man.
"I want to give you a good time," he told her, "and you'll get a good suck and fuck out of me."
She still didn't know his name. And it seemed against her Puritan principles to give a blow job to a man hose name she didn't know.
"Please, tell me your name," she urged as he slid out of his shorts and came at her bare ass naked.
"Just call me the anonymous Cock," he smiled.
Finally she wormed it out of him.
"My name is Kevin," he told her.
"All right, Kevin," she told him, "shove me your cock. I want it."
Kevin straddled her and pointed his penis at her mouth. But she didn't want that first. She wanted to give him some unusual erotic kicks.
"Let me lick your nuts and suck your asshole first," she suggested.
Kevins didn't stop her. He was pleased that she wanted to carry on like this. Her hands clasped his bare buttocks. Her tongue slid along Kevin's ass crease. He liked it most when her tongue stiffened and stabbed right up his rectum.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Come on, baby, suck it."
Kevin was completely thrilled over the prospect of having a good suck job. He enjoyed her hands caressing his bare buttocks. But what he licked most of all was the magnificent way her tongue twirled about his anal opening. He wanted her to stick her tongue right up his asshole. She didn't waste any time.
"Oh, yes," he begged her anxiously, "suck my butt."
Her tongue finally eased up his tight asshole. He loved the erotic thrill of her tongue gliding up his butt.
"All the way up my asshole," Kevin demanded.
Her tongue surged up his rectum. He enjoyed the sensation immensely.
"Yes, yes," he cried anxiously, "I love it. Suck my asshole."
Passionately she let her tongue slide along his butt.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Lick it. Yes, baby, higher."
She plunged her tongue higher up his asshole. He got more and more excited.
"You'd better lick my balls now," Kevin said as he pulled off her tongue.
He swung his big, hairy, swelling balls in front of her nose. She sniffed the delicious aroma of his crotch. She let her tongue flip along his testicles. This was what she wanted. Another man. And she was getting him. Her mouth opened and she eased his balls in her mouth and sucked on them. She loved the exciting sensation of his balls in her mouth. She was sucking smoothly now.
And then she released his balls and opened her mouth to accept his slippery penis head. Guiding his rigid cock into her mouth, he thrilled to the fantastic sensation of her sucking on him.
"Suck my pecker," he told her. "Suck it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Suck me."
He enjoyed the erotic thrills of having her tongue and teeth and mouth give his penis shank a work over. He let his cock slide in harder.
"Come on, cock eater," he begged, "give me a good suck. Baby, I want to fill you full of cum. Eat it."
All at once Kevin's cock exploded. The hot, delicious cream erupted in her mouth.
"Eat it," he exclaimed. "Suck, baby, suck."
He enjoyed the erotic satisfaction now.
"Suck it off," he told her. "Suck. That's the way to do it. Oh, sweetheart, suck it off."
He was getting hotter and hornier for her. He wanted to spill his sperm load in her mouth. He wanted to see her sucking him up.
"Ohhhh, baby," he whispered, "does that ever feel good. Keep your mouth moving. Yes, yes. I want you to do me."
All at once his hot cream erupted.
"Eat me," he cried anxiously. "Suck, baby, suck. That's how you do it. Suck it out. Get every drop of it."
His hot sperm surged into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Suck it. Eat me.
Kevin's passionate sperm shot into her mouth. She gulped greedily.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," the TV repairman panted as he pumped his cock down her throat, "what a super suck job."