Chapter 1
Roxanne heard Larry's key in the door and waited until he was inside before she sauntered across the room toward him.
He grinned lewdly as his eyes wandered over her body slowly, savoring the beautiful sight, and settled on her pale pink areolae and long, thick nipples. Every time he looked at her naked body, his cock tingled.
Her cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and the drink in her hand made an explicit proclamation of what she had in mind before dinner. Probably after dinner, too. Dinner wasn't such a big deal anyway. She couldn't cook worth a damn.
"Your tits jiggle so nicely when you walk," he said. He cupped one of her solid tit mounds and accepted the glass and took a gulp of its potent contents.
"They jiggle more when I wear high heels," she said, "but I fixed a bath for you and I can't get in the tub wearing shoes."
He ran his fuck finger through her slit, and with the tip of his finger hovering lightly on her clit, kissed each of her nipples and felt them swell.
She unzipped his pants and dug out his cock and fondled it lovingly and tilted her head for a kiss. For a brief time, they kissed while she gently jerked his dick and he tenderly toyed with her clit, then she broke the kiss and took a step back, breathing hard, a sparkle of carnal joy lighting up her eyes.
Holding his prick like a handle, she led him to the bathroom and undressed him, pausing occasionally to kiss his cock and fondle his balls.
"You know that I take a shower," he said.
"Not tonight, darling. Relax while I hang up your clothes, then I'll join you."
"Oh, now I understand why you wanted me to take a tub bath."
"I always knew you were a bright guy," she teased.
Roxy came and climbed in the large sunken tub and sat in front of Larry, and spread her legs. "Slide up closer, darling, so you can play with my pussy." She put her legs around his waist and sighed when he started dabbling in her pussy with light fingers. "I don't have any personal experience to speak of, but from what I've read, you aren't like other guys."
"I wouldn't know," he chuckled. "I've never hung out with the guys, or talked to them about my sex life. I prefer the company of girls."
"I know," she said. "You're loving and considerate without being a wimp. At first, it made me jealous, then I realized that it was actually a blessing for me. If you didn't like girls in general, you couldn't love me."
"You're wise beyond your years."
"Wise enough to know that when you make that comment, you're hung up on the difference in our ages again. You're only thirty-five, darling, and that's far from old."
"And you're only twenty, and that fifteen years makes me feel really old sometimes. When you're fifty, I'll be sixty-five, and I don't know if I'll still be able to take care of your needs.'"
"If I have anything to say about it, you will," she laughed. "Your cock might not get hard as fast, or as often, but it will get hard, and I don't think your tongue will be worn out."
"Remember that old saying that man can't live by bread alone. You'll never get too old to need more than oral sex."
She hunched at his hand. "Finger-fuck me, use two fingers, and fill my pussy real full. Mmmmmm, yes, that feels so good. We always have vibrators, darling. Or maybe we'll hire a young guy to take care of the lawn and do odd jobs around the house and chauffeur us around in a limo. By then, you'll be CEO, so we'll be able to afford it."
"Would those odd jobs include fucking my wife?"
Roxy chuckled sexily. "When you see a girl with great legs or a perfect ass or beautiful tits, don't you wonder what it would be like to fuck her?"
When a wife asks such a leading question, most husbands tend to get a little paranoid, and Larry was no different. "I have a girl with great legs and a perfect ass and beautiful tits," he replied.
"Oh, cut out the wishy-washy bullshit and answer my question," she said, keeping her manner light so he would know she wasn't angry, "I'm not trying to trap you."
"Yeah, the thought crosses my mind now and then," he admitted.
"Of course it does, just as the thought crosses my mind when I see a guy who turns me on. But that doesn't mean I'm going to do anything about it. Fantasies are safe, as long as you don't let them get out of hand."
"Some people live out their fantasies," he mused.
"Keep your fingers in my cunt and put a finger in my ass and finger-fuck both holes at once." She curled her crotch up to help him. "What's your favorite fantasy, the one you would most like to live out, watching another guy fuck me?" She knew it wasn't, but she couldn't help teasing him. "You often tell me that you're afraid I'm more than you can handle."
"Do you want me to watch another guy fuck you?"
"We're talking about your fantasies, darling," she chuckled, "not mine."
"Why can't we talk about yours?"
"Rub your fingers together inside me," she whispered. "Mmmmmm, that's right, do it slowly." She took a deep breath, expelled it slowly, and hunched on his fingers. "I'm going to cum in a minute, but you don't have to stop. I don't really have a favorite fantasy, darling. Maybe I haven't lived long enough, or maybe you keep me so happy, I don't need one. I like to think of new and different ways of making love with you, but that isn't the same as a fantasy."
"There's still so much I don't know about you," he said softly, watching his fingers slide in and out of her body under the water. Playing with her was one of his greatest pleasures.
"Darling, I don't want you to know everything about me," she said. "If we ever reach that point, you'll probably lose interest in me. A little mystery adds spice to life." Her ass started going up and down and around and around a little faster.
"Your ass is pretty tight. Am I hurting you?"
"No, your finger feels good. Do you like to stick your finger in my ass?"
"Well, it's certainly different. Yeah, I like it. It seems so personal. Sort of kinky. I've never known a girl who would let me even touch her ass-hole, let alone put my finger in it. They think it's perverted."
Roxy smiled dreamily. "About as personal as you can get, darling. Perversion is in the eye of the beholder. My brain is getting a little fuzzy, so let's see if I can get this right. Whatever you want me to do, I'll consider it, and whatever you want to do with me or to me is fine, as long as you don't hurt me. I can't stand pain."
"That covers a lot of ground."
"I know, darling, I meant for it to cover as much ground as possible." A pink flush covered her face and chest and she sucked in her breath and held it and hunched hard on his fingers, then let her breath out in a whoosh and gasped, "Here I go, darling!"
He continued to pump his fingers in her pussy and ass and watched her face go through a gamut of expressions as she climaxed. "Leave your fingers in me," she whispered.
She sat up and scrubbed him with a rough loofah until his skin tingled, then soaped her hands and washed his balls and cock, and manipulated his cock until it was fully erect, which didn't take much.
She grinned and applied more soap to her hands and slowly, lovingly, jerked him, using both hands, one above the other. She held his prick erect with her left hand, made a ring with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand and slipped it over his bare knob, then twisted her hand with an exaggerated movement while sliding it up and down on just his cockhead.
"Damn," he muttered, "that's different."
She looked at him and grinned. "You were blessed with a splendid cock, darling," she whispered, "and I love to play with it." She tightened her left hand around the shaft. "I can feel your pulse throbbing in it. Hard to believe it gets so hard from just filling with blood.
"Yeah, one of the mysteries of life," he muttered. His ass humped gently, shoving the head of his prick through her right hand.
"The first time I saw your cock, I knew I was a very lucky girl."
"How did you know? You're only twenty, and I'm only the second man you've ever had."
"The first, really," she giggled. "The other one doesn't count. He was a bumbler who didn't know any more than I did, and he made a mess all over my pussy before he got his cock in me. At least I think he got it in me. It was so quick, it was hard to tell, but I do know that he didn't even hump once." She alternated between tightening and loosening the ring of her fingers as she stimulated the head of his cock.
Intense longing radiated from the head of his cock, flooded his entire frame, and he grunted. "You have a golden touch."
"Not like Midas, I hope," she giggled, "everything he touched turned to gold, and I want your cock to stay just the way it is, warm and alive and throbbing with pleasure."
She wrapped her left hand around his cock-head and made a loose fist. She cupped his balls in her right hand and rolled the delicate spheres gently, knowing that she held the most sensitive part of his body, and if she wished, she could reduce him to a babbling idiot simply by squeezing hard. For a few moments, she rotated and pumped her hand on just the bare knob.
"God, baby," he moaned, "that feels good!"
"The book said it would," she whispered, "but I wasn't sure."
"Now you know," he exclaimed, half under his breath as rapture threatened to take away his voice.
"Would you like me to stop wearing bras?"
Larry blinked his eyes and got a little control over his emotions. "Where did that come from? This conversation is zigzagging all over the place."
"Well, Carla Bellino never wears a bra, and I know you like the way her tits bounce and jiggle."
"She is pretty top heavy, isn't she?"
"Yeah, her tits are a lot bigger than mine, but then she's taller, so they look okay on her."
"Nothing wrong with yours, sweetheart," he said. "I think they would look great if you let them run free."
"That's a quaint way to putting it," she snickered. "She doesn't wear panties, either."
"Oh, how do you know?"
"Darling, we play tennis a couple times a week, and I've watched her undress. She doesn't even wear panties under her short tennis skirt, and you ought to see how the guys ogle her. They stumble all over their feet and nearly break their necks trying to watch her run around on the court. She's got an awesome ass and a real thick bush. I guess it shows up more because her hair is so black, like a raven."
"Maybe I ought to take an afternoon off now and then and get in a few games."
"We always play in the morning, darling," Roxy laughed, "then have lunch."
"Does that mean you don't want me to see her bare ass?"
"I'm just telling you when we play tennis, darling. Make of it what you will." She stared at his stiff rod with humid eyes. "You do want me to jack you off, don't you?"
"You appear to have everything well in hand."
"What I have in hand is one great hunk of meat," she said with a giggle, "that fits my pussy perfectly and feels just fabulous in my hand."
She extended her right thumb so it rubbed the head and jacked him so fast, her hand became a white blur. Suddenly, she stuck her left index finger in his ass-hole and giggled when he nearly vaulted out of the tub. "Oh, yeah, you like that, too, don't you? Okay, baby, give me your cum, see if you can hit the ceiling when it blows." Her right hand moved faster, going up and down the full length of his impressive, pulsating shaft. "You can cum any time, lover," she murmured softly. "You always cum so much, and I like to watch you squirt."
Although he welcomed it, he didn't need her approval. He was beyond the point where he could shut off his orgasm no matter what she did. Even if she removed her hand, he would still cum.
He grunted, a raucous sound that started in the bottom of his stomach and poured out of his mouth. An instant later, cum poured from his cock, and his grunts became loud moans, almost yells of joy.
"Ooohhh, darling," she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, "just look at the cum fly! Oooooo, I love it! My God, you were excited. There must a gallon of the stuff. Just look at it!"
He couldn't look. His cock had expanded so much that it pulled his eyelids down and held them so tight that his eyes wouldn't open. Every muscle in his body felt as tight as a bow string, every nerve jangled and water splashed over the side of the tub with as much force as cum squirted from his cock as he jerked and thrashed.
She jerked him faster, twisting her hand around the shaft as it went up and down, loosening her grip on the upstroke and tightening it on the downstroke. When her hand reached the end of his cock, her palm passed over the tip, capturing some of his sticky essence and spreading it along his shaft as he hand went down, pulling and squeezing his cock until she drained it dry.
Toward the end of his ecstasy, he pried his eyes open and watched her squeeze the last drop of cum from his cock, his eyes darting back and forth between his cock and her face, noting her passionate look and dreamy, half-closed eyes.
"There," she said sweetly, "how was that?"
"Super," he exulted. "You really do have a golden touch. Every time you jack me off, it seems to get a little better."
"I try to do it different every time so you won't get bored," she snickered.
"As if I could ever get bored with you," he said with a joyful chortle. "I didn't know I had so much cum in me."
"You'd better have a lot more where that came from," she teased, chuckling erotically.
"Are you going to give me dinner? My legs feel like jelly."
"I've got a pot roast cooking, darling. That's one of the few things I can cook without messing up."
"Don't talk too soon," he laughed, "I think I smell it burning."
She hopped out of the tub and deliberately accentuated the swing of her ass as she looked over her shoulder and grinned. "Do you like to look at my bare ass?"
"You know I do, you little witch."
"As much as you would like looking at Carla's?"
"Go take care of that roast before it burns. I'm famished."