Chapter 3

I put on a skimpy low-necked silk robe with nothing on underneath and waited hungrily for Paul. It had been ten days and nights since we'd been together. I wondered if Paul would always be a sales representative, if he'd always be going on business trips. A week or so at home and a week or more away. It was a bleak prospect. I couldn't go with him on his business trips. It was against company rules. Paul liked his job, but he didn't enjoy the long trips and being separated from me. He'd told me on more than one occasion that eventually he'd move up in the company, that he'd gain a position such that he wouldn't have to make sales trips. I just wondered how long that would take.

I heard a car pull up in the drive and looked out. It was Rip's car. Rip was Paul's associate, and they made most of their sales trips together. I watched as Paul got out of the car, said a few words to Rip, waved goodbye and walked up to the house. God, Paul was handsome! His blond hair was slightly mussed and, although I couldn't make them out, I loved his green-blue eyes. He had an athletic body; he kept in shape. A dart of fire ran up through my body at the thought of what we'd be doing that night-and every night till he had to leave on another trip.

When he came in I met him at the door, wrapping my arms around him. "Hi, honey," I said. He embraced me tightly and rubbed his cheek on mine.

"Did you miss me?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

"You don't know how much," I replied.

We shared a long open-mouthed kiss.

"Umm, you smell good," he said. "What's that scent you're wearing?

"It's called soap and water," I laughed.

"They ought to market it," he said. "Umm, that's some outfit you're wearing." He looked down at my slinky robe. He brushed his hands around, fondling my hips and buttocks.

"It comes without a bra and panties," I said.

"I like it." He nuzzled his lips on down to my breasts. I pressed my crotch against his and made little circular motions.

"Oh, honey," I breathed in his ear, "I've thought about you so much."

He ran his mouth down to my tits, kissing and licking them. I felt his prick stiffening. I unhooked my robe and brought my hands up under my breasts and lifted them. "All yours, honey."

He went down on my boobs, running his tongue all around my nipples as his lips and mouth sucked my mounds. I rubbed his crotch, then unzipped his slacks and saw his penis flop out. He had a big dick. Not as long and thick as Daddy's, but ample nonetheless. And it felt good in my hand, so I asked, "Would you like me to suck dickie, honey?"

He pressed my head down. I got down on my knees and flicked out my tongue, running my tongue down and up and all around. Then I took the glans in and sucked it.

He grabbed my head and thrust his hips forward. "Oh, Fawn, baby!" he wheezed. "Suck it! Ah, suck my prick! Oh yeah!"

I let him drive half his poker into my mouth, then I grabbed the base of it and began sucking in earnest.

"Oh, baby!" he cried. "Ah, you're driving me crazy!"

I released his rod and stood. I didn't want him cumming in my mouth just yet. I wanted it in my pussy first. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ground my body against him. "Take off your clothes, hon. Be naked with me."

He tore off his clothes. I rubbed my flaming vulva on his throbbing tool. He clutched my butt and hunched me.

"Suck my titties!" I cried. He crammed his mouth down on my globes. "Oh, sweet hubby, we're gonna lick and suck and fuck!"

We lowered ourselves onto the floor and Iplaced my hands on his head and guided him down. His wet lips and tongue left a scorching trail down my belly. He knew what I wanted and he gave it to me. He buried his face in my muff. He lapped all around my lips. I lifted my legs, bent them back and thrust my pelvis up. My cunt was wide open to him.

"Lick me, honey," I whimpered. "Oh, God, stick that wet tongue in me!"

He dipped his tongue into my slit and lapped around inside, then he zipped his tongue up and down my clit. "Eat me!" I panted. "Oh, darling, eat me out! Now! Oh, fucking Jesus-I'm cumming already!" I writhed and jerked and hunched as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy washed over me.

Then Paul crawled up and mounted me. I wrapped my legs around his back and he shoved his rigid staff into me. My vagina was sopping wet and his cock slid up in a smooth motion. God, if there was anything more wonderful than a stiff cock up my cunt, I didn't know what it was-unless it was a husky dick up my ass. Paul drove his pike up and down my sheath. Every stroke sent a delicious lance of fire up my gut.

"Oh, babe!" he groaned. "Oh, Fawn! God, your sweet fucking pussy!"

He pounded it in me, going at it like a jackhammer.

"Oh, that's it!" I cried. "Screw me! Oh, lover, oh, hubby, this is the best screwing you've ever given me! Pump it, shove it, ram it in me! Give me all you've got!"

With a strangled cry, Paul lunged, burying every inch of his organ in me. A long steaming stream shot out of his prick. I drew in my cunt muscles and clamped down on his meat, pulling at it, sucking it, sucking all his semen way up my vagina. He groaned again, then, after a long slide up my tube, he relaxed atop me.

We didn't move for a while. We just lay there, breathing hard. Eventually we came around. I brushed his cheek with mine and slowly drew my hands around his shoulders. He caressed my flanks and nuzzled my neck. We slowly moved our bodies in a post-fuck motion.

"Oh, hon," I murmured, "you're some lover."

"So are you."

"You've got a stiff dick and I've got a hot pussy. I'd say we fit together quite nicely."

"You're right," he laughed. He looked at my breasts and on down to my hips. He caressed my buttocks. "Ummm, I'm a lucky man to have a wife like you. A beautiful young woman who loves to fuck."

"And I'm a lucky woman to have a husband like you. A handsome young man who loves to lick my pussy."

"You've got a sweet-tasting pussy. It's easy to love something that tastes so good."

"Ummm, yeah, like your peter."

"You like the taste of my peter?"

"Ummm," I murmured.

He gently rolled off me. I got on top of him and brushed my mouth down his neck to his chest. I rubbed my pussy on his penis. "Does that feel good?"

"Oh, yes."

His prick was growing. I suddenly wanted it to grow in my mouth. I went down on him, gobbling up his dick. He gasped and thrust his thighs up. I sucked all the way down his prong, which ballooned in my mouth. I played with his balls and pulled his rod as I lapped and licked it.

"Oh, God, yes!" he cried out. He heaved his pole up my mouth, holding my head down. "Suck it all, babe, every inch of it!"

I went up and down on his poker, furiously sucking it.

"Suck my dick, baby!" he called out. "Ah, God, I'm fucking your mouth! Oh, Jesus God, I'm gonna cum in your mouth! Now-now!"

A long stream of cum erupted from his penis and splattered the back of my throat. I swallowed it down.

"Swallow it!" he shouted. "Swallow every drop of it! Oh, you sweet-sucking hot fucker! Swallow every bit of it!"

I drained him. One pearly drop remained on the tip of his cob. I lapped it up.

"Oh, baby," he moaned.

I lay down beside him and we cuddled up. "You're something else. That was almost worth waiting ten days for."

"Not quite," I said. I kissed his lips and trailed my mouth on his cheek. "Just think of how it would be if you didn't have to go on trips. We could lick and suck and fuck every night." I stroked his chest. "Every evening when you came home from work I'd have some good hot pussy waiting for you." I licked his chest. "A hot piece of ass and a hot sucking mouth. And all for you."

"Oh, baby, I know," he sighed. "It won't be much longer."

"I hope not."

I fixed a hot bath and Paul slipped into the tub. "Ah, yes," he murmured, stretching out. I got in with him and we sponged each other off. Then I sat with my back to him so he could sponge my back.

"You missed a couple of spots," I said.

"Oh? Where?"

"In front." I guided his hands around and placed them on my breasts. "Yeah, right there."

He massaged my mounds, palming them and running the front of his fingers on my nipples.

"Umm, baby," Paul hummed, nuzzling my neck. "Did I ever tell you what nice breasts you've got? Big and firm and warm."

"Yes, but tell me again."

"Ah, your tits were made to rub and squeeze and lick and suck." He rubbed my titties till they were hot and swollen.

"Oh, Paul," I moaned. "Rub them, squeeze them, yes, ooh that feels good."

I reached back and touched his penis. It was half-hard. I squeezed it till it was turgid and pulsating. I got up on my hands and knees and lifted my buttocks high. "Lick me, Paul."

He ran his hands between my legs and clasped my waist. I felt his tongue graze my slit. He breathed on my vulva, then suddenly jabbed his tongue in.

"Oh, God, yes!" I gasped. I spread my legs wide and moved my cunt back. He flicked his tongue on my clitoris. "Oh, darling!" I huffed. "Lick, eat, suck me! Lick my ass, Paul! Stick your tongue up my ass!"

He drew his tongue up and lapped between my ass mounds. Then he spread my buttocks apart and dove his tongue on my rosebud.

"Oh, that feels so good! So fucking good! Ah, stick it in. Oh, dear hubby, jab your tongue in!"

He dug his wide tongue into my asshole.

"Oh, hon!" I cried out. "Oh, you're driving me wild! Screw me, screw my ass!" I grabbed his tool and pulled it toward me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and positioned his legs between mine. He pushed forward and his glans entered my anus. "Ah, yes!" I groaned. "Screw me, baby-all the way! All the way up my ass!"

He slowly slid his cock up my ass.

"Every inch, darling-ooh, give me every inch of it!"

God, he filled me up! Every bit of his distended member was lodged tightly up my rectum. Then he began screwing me with long, slow, easy probes.

"Faster, Paul! Faster, harder! That's the way I want it! Dig it in. Oh, I love it! Oh, sweet Lucifer-oh, I love a cock deep in my ass! I want it every day-every night! Oh Paul, I wish you had two pricks! One for my ass, one for my pussy!"

"Oh, baby," Paul croaked, pumping away.

"Two dicks fucking me!" I cried out. "Two big stiff dicks in my ass and cunt! What I wouldn't give for two cocks every day!"

Suddenly he ejaculated, splashing spunk way up in me.

"Screw!" he shouted. "Screw your hot ass!"

He collapsed on my back, his hose still spurting jism. Then we sank into the water and relaxed. Paul shook his head and grinned. "You're some hot broad, and I love you. I just don't know if I can keep up with you."

"You're not doing so bad."

"Maybe if I had two cocks I could do better," he smiled.

"Maybe. Maybe the next time you come back from a trip you'll have another cock with you."

He laughed. "How am I going to do that? Grow another one?"

"No. Just bring another one with you."

He looked blankly at me and I laughed. Then he laughed.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked. "You know what they say: Two heads are better than one."

He chuckled, then looked at me strangely.