Chapter 10
Rebecca looked at her watch for the tenth time in the last five minutes and cursed under her breath. Eight o'clock.
"Damn it, two days is long enough to go without a cock," she said out loud. "And it's been longer than that since I had his cock. He promised to come home early tonight and take me to dinner."
She picked up the phone and dialed his number. She hoped his secretary didn't answer. He said he always worked alone when he stayed late. She had finally begun to suspect his habit of working after hours wasn't all business. If Coco answered, her suspicion would be confirmed.
Clay picked up on the sixth ring. "Yes," he said.
Rebecca thought he sounded distracted. Maybe Coco had her mouth full and couldn't answer the phone. "Hello, darling," she said sweetly. "Are you going to come home soon? I took a nice long bubble bath and dabbed your favorite perfume in all the right places."
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. "I promised to take you to dinner, didn't I? Damn, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I can't get away for another couple of hours or so. Will you give me a rain check?"
"Only on dinner. I don't mind a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk for dinner. I do mind not getting what comes after. What's so important that you can't come home now?"
"I'm working up a proposal for a prospective new client in Phoenix. I have to fax him an outline tonight. I'm sorry, honey, but this is a big one. It can put us over the hump if we get it. Listen, maybe you should just go to bed and we'll try another time."
"Not on your life! I'll lie down on the couch. If I go to sleep, wake me when you come in. You have more than one kind of hump to worry about."
"Okay," he replied instantly. "See you later. I love you."
Well, at least he didn't groan with despair. "I love you, too, Clay. That's why I miss you so much. You promise to wake me?"
"I promise, dear."
Rebecca threw together a meal of grilled minute steak, salad, a hunk of French bread and a glass of wine. She sat on the couch, watching a couple of inane sitcoms on the tube while she ate. She turned off the TV and took her dishes to the kitchen. She put her dishes in the dish washer and puttered around a few minutes, then went back to the living room. She turned the lamp at the end of the couch down low, turned on the stereo and lay down to wait.
She felt lips against hers and opened her eyes. "Hello, darling," she muttered. "Guess I went to sleep." She rolled onto her back and her thin negligee fell open.
Clay sat on the edge of the couch and let his eyes roam up and down her voluptuous body. "God, you're gorgeous," he said softly. "Don't go away. I'll take a quick shower and be back in less than five minutes."
"You can't get rid of me so easily," she said with a sexy chuckle.
She stacked a couple of pillows against the arm of the couch and leaned back. She thought about his tongue on her clit and his strong, solid cock in her pussy, and her longing began to build.
She took off her negligee, draped it over the back of the couch, and lay back down. Unprompted, her right hand slid between her thighs. Her legs opened and her finger slipped between her cunt lips and began to drift up and down her slit. Her finger grazed her clit and her hips bucked. Ohhh, it felt good! Clay's voice startled her, snapped her out of her reverie.
"Are you going to jack off?" he asked. He took off his robe and sat on the end of the couch.
"Not now." She opened her eyes, looked at his cock, and gave him a sexy smile. "I wear out my finger when I'm home alone and think about your lovely cock."
"You've never let me watch you jack off."
"I didn't know you wanted to watch me."
"If I asked nicely, would you?"
She smiled dreamily. "Of course, darling. I'll do anything you want as long it doesn't degrade me or hurt me. I need you first, though. We have all night. Tomorrow is Friday. Maybe I can even induce you to take a long weekend and we can spend all day in bed." She continued to run her finger up and down her slit. "Or, on the living room floor, the dining room table, wherever the mood strikes us."
He frowned and shook his head. "Can't, darling. Have to catch a plane to Phoenix at the crack of dawn. The prospect liked my outline and wants me to pitch the whole program to his board. Sorry about that, but you know how it goes."
"When will you be back."
"Sometime Sunday."
"Then we'd better make the most of tonight." She took her hand from between her shapely thighs and licked her finger without thinking of the message she was giving him.
He didn't miss the message. "You sure know how to turn a guy on. Looking at your pretty pussy and watching you lick your finger drives me crazy!"
She squirmed and giggled. "This clipped velvet couch feels so sensuous, darling. I'll probably wiggle all over it while we make love."
He caressed her mound, fascinated by her enticing cunt. The lips were puffy and full, gorged with hot blood. They were open just enough for him to see a little of the pinkness inside.
"You wiggle all over the place wherever you are," he laughed.
He leaned over, stuck out his tongue, and drew the pointed tip along the slit from bottom to top, barely penetrating the folds of flesh. She sighed and inched her hips forward, staring down at his face and tongue. Her pussy ached with the need to cum. She didn't have to worry. He knew exactly how to take care of that problem.
Repeatedly, he started at the bottom of her gash, then licked upward in ever deepening strokes, making his tongue broader with each swipe. Soon, his tongue was like a broad paint brush, fully covering her bushy box as it went from the bottom to the top of her slit.
The feel of his tongue and the slurping sounds he made really turned her on. She pushed herself up a little higher so she could watch him eat her pussy. The salacious sight entranced her. As he had his way with her pussy, her hands stayed in constant motion, caressing the top of his head, kneading her tits, pressing in on her stomach, sliding her fingers in by his mouth to spread the lips of her cunt. Her clit ached for more attention, but this way, she would take longer to cum. She liked to draw it out, make it last.
At least she thought it would take her longer to cum the way he was licking her entire pussy. She couldn't have been more incorrect. As his tongue reached the bottom of her gaping gash, he would plunge it deep into her sopping hole and fuck her with it, lick the length of her cunt, slowly and sensuously, and vibrate the tip of his tongue on her distended clit. The second time his tongue plunged into her honey hole, her cunt spasmed hard and her orgasm started. By the time he got back to her clit, her breathing became shallow and rapid and she had begun to shake all over.
She fell back, cupped her tits in her hands and ran her thumbs over her nipples. "Oh, Clay! Your tongue feels so good, darling," she moaned. "So damn good! Oh, darling, I'm cumming! Lick my clit!"
He held onto her bucking hips and licked her through her orgasm. As usual, she turned on immediately. Once she got into a pattern of one orgasm after another, she would fuck him like a wild cat.
She started coming down from her orgasm and he pushed her legs up, exposing her ass. His tongue snaked between her ass cheeks and tickled her tight little rear opening. She realized he hadn't fucked her in the ass in ages. Maybe he would tonight. She loved his big cock up her ass, stretching the tiny mouth, loved to feel his hot cum squirting into her guts.
He fucked her cunt with his tongue, then licked her asshole again. Back and forth his tongue went, from one hole to the other, until she began to squirm all over the couch, just as she had said she would.
"God, darling, you're better than usual tonight," she moaned. "I love what you're doing to me!" She bucked and writhed and mauled her tits, pinching and pulling her big nipples as his lively tongue drove her to distraction.
Her breathing and wild gyrations told him she was ready to cum again. He glued his mouth to the top of her slit, sucked her clit real hard, then began to flog the big stud lickety-split with the tip of his tongue.
Rebecca heaved and bucked and squealed. This orgasm was going to be better than the first one. His tongue was taking her to heaven without any detours along the way. She soared higher and higher. Her orgasm hit the peak. She locked her tanned thighs around his head and screamed louder.
Clay clung to her hips, trying to keep his tongue on her clit. When her frantic movements jerked her snatch away from his mouth, he yanked her back down, burrowed through the lush growth of brown cunt hair and began to lash her joy button again. He could have sworn it doubled in size when she started cumming.
By the time her orgasm began to ebb, she had wiggled up so far she was nearly sitting on the arm of the couch. He pulled her back down, pushed her legs up and wide apart, and rammed his rampant rod into her.
"Ooohhh, yes, darling, yes!" she wailed. "I'm still cumming! Shove your cock in me and fuck me good!"
He held her calves under his arms for leverage and thrust his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her spastic love tunnel.
Rebecca's cunt clutched and rippled around his thrusting lance. The excitement of making her cum so hard earlier, and the tension of waiting for his own pleasure, began to tell on Clay the moment he buried his cock in his wife's greedy twat. Her jerking and twisting and erotic muttering made his situation more critical.
"Oh, God, darling, I love it! Fuck me, darling! I love your cock, darling! Love to fuck! Oh, God, darling, I'm cumming again! So hard! Fuck me, darling, fuck meeeeeer
He did. As hard as he could. He grit his teeth and fought to hold back his own cum until she reached her peak. He lost his control on a forward thrust. He slammed into her as his cock quivered and his cum began to gush into her. He hung there, grunting, squirting, groaning, unable to move.
She came to his rescue. With her legs still locked under his arms, she began to swing and thrust her ass vigorously, riding his rigid rod, fucking him. She took his cock deep into her pussy and flexed her inner muscles to suck every drop of cum from him.
"Oh, darling, I feel your cum pouring into me. Shoot it in me, darling. Give me all of it! Fill my cunt full!"
He couldn't have stopped it if his life depended on it. He watched her ass twist and bounce as her cunt muscles milked his cock dry. When she finally stopped, he kept her legs under his arms and let his cock soak in her pussy, savoring the warm wetness.
"You're really wild tonight, darling," he panted. "God, I love to fuck you!"
"No more than I like for you to fuck me, darling. And the way you ate my pussy was out of this world."
"Glad you liked it."
"liked it! I loved it! You don't often do it that way." She didn't mean to remind him he didn't fuck her as often as he wanted. It slipped out before she could stop it.
He let her barb slide. Now wasn't the time to get into a squabble with his wife. He hadn't fucked Coco in nearly a week, and he badly needed relief. "Watching you play with your pussy really turned me on."
He crawled up beside her, took her in his arms and snuggled down. After a few minutes, she unwrapped herself and rolled off the couch.
"Better go freshen up, darling. Don't want to stain the couch. Be right back." She blew him a kiss and ambled to the bathroom door, her hips grinding, her bare ass swinging with an erotic abandon.