Chapter 1
Paul loved his wife. Yes, there was a but. As often happens with personality quirks, her sexual submissiveness had begun to annoy him. He rather enjoyed it when they were dating and the first couple of months after they married. He didn't understand how she could be so self-confident in everything else, and be so unable to express herself about sex.
Once he got her going, she was as eager as any woman he had ever bedded. Getting her started was the problem. He wished she would be more assertive. She could take the lead once in a while, couldn't she? Why did she always hint and beat around the bush about what she wanted? Lately, he had begun to stop at his favorite pub for a couple of drinks to fortify himself for the customary evening ordeal.
The table was set and dinner was ready when he came home.
"Hello, darling," Rachel said gaily. "Did you get delayed at the office?"
"Had to work on a big tax return for an important client," he replied evasively. He didn't want to tell her that he stopped for a couple drinks. "What's for dinner?"
"Don't you want to give me a kiss?" she said playfully.
Dutifully, he gave her a kiss without putting his arms around her. She took a step back and looked at him dourly.
"Can't you do better than that? Wouldn't you like to put a little zest in it? If you want, you can even add a little tongue action."
He put his arms around her and gave her another kiss, one that had some fire and lots of tongue action.
"There, is that better?"
"Much." She patted his cheek lovingly. "I fixed a pot roast. It's ready. You don't have time for a shower."
"That's okay. I'll take one later."
Rachel put the meat on the table and sat down. "How was your day?" she asked.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," Paul replied. "The life of a Certified Public Accountant is actually quite dull, you know. How are you coming on your latest book?"
"I get tired of writing boring romance novels following a set formula," she said. "I'm doing something a little different this time. It's taking a lot of research."
"Why don't you use one of those research outfits that cater to writers?"
"They're so impersonal. I don't want to fight with them over what I want. The ones I've read about are mostly clipping services and they don't have what I want anyway."
"Well, maybe you ought to hire an assistant," he said. He let his mind wander. Getting between the legs of another woman once in a while would be fun. Especially someone like Sheila Wagner. He just knew she would give a guy a really wild ride. Trying to bang her was out of the question, of course. His boss would can his ass on the spot if he made even a mild pass at his wife. "I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
"I said that might not be a good idea," Rachel said.
"Oh?" Paul said. "Why not?"
"Well, I do work at home, darling. If I hired someone to do research for me, it would be a woman. I don't know if I want another woman hanging around all the time. She might get ideas about you."
"Probably not. Good dinner, as usual. You're a good cook."
"Thank you. I'll bring dessert and coffee."
She served homemade cherry cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream and fresh, piping hot coffee.
"Are you trying to butter me up for something?" he teased.
"Do you want to make love to me tonight? I know you're tired, but I thought you might want to unwind. I took a bath just before you came home."
Her pussy suddenly got absolutely squishy. She wanted to suck her husband's cock so badly she could already feel it stretching her mouth wide open. And her clit ached terribly for his dynamic tongue. She simply couldn't bring herself to tell him outright how she felt.
He liked her fastidious nature. He didn't like that she always asked if he wanted to do something when she really meant that she wanted him to do it.
"I'm not that tired," he said. "If you want me to make love to you, why don't you just say so?"
She ignored his question. "Do you want my pussy or my ass? Or maybe you would like to cum in my mouth."
"What do you want?"
"However you want it, darling. You know that I like whatever you do."
"We'll see," he replied.
"You go take your shower. I'll clear the table and meet you in the bedroom."
Rachel quickly cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. She hurried to the bedroom and put on what she called her titless teddy that Paul liked. She stretched out on the bed and waited.
He came into the bedroom and looked at his beautiful, voluptuous wife. The sight of her large, firm tits sticking out of the top of her teddy made his cock stiffen with a sudden surge of blood.
His entire consciousness drained into the head of his prick. The memory of how her tight pussy felt enfolding his cock dissolved his earlier annoyance. He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it slowly.
She eyed his cock covertly. She imagined wrapping her lips around his throbbing staff and sucking eagerly until he filled her mouth with hot cream. He knelt on the bed and reached over to squeeze her left tit. She suppressed an excited shiver. Fortunately, he was taking the initiative and steering events in the direction she wanted them to go. She wanted his cock, but she couldn't take the lead.
He leaned forward and put his lips against hers. She parted her lips and let his tongue slide into her mouth. He held the kiss for a long time, fucking her mouth with his tongue and mashing his lips against hers. When he broke the kiss, she was breathing deeply and a faint flush covered her face and chest.
He gazed at her bare tits and nibbled her delicious nipples. "They're gorgeous," he muttered. He put his hand in her crotch and began to rub her pussy through the thin crotch of her teddy.
She could let her desire and passions show openly now. "Oh, that feels good," she whispered. "I love it when you play with my tits and suck my nipples."
He took both of her tits in his hands and began to knead the supple mounds gently. "Maybe almost as much as I like to do it," he said. "I like to play touchy-feely with you." His mouth moved from tit to tit, sucking and gently nipping her extra-large nipples.
"That's even better," she said softly. "You really know how to turn me on."
"I like to turn you on."
"My pussy is so wet!" she whispered.
"Really? I'd better check it for myself, just to be sure you aren't telling me a little white lie." He pulled the crotch of her teddy aside and slid his middle finger into her humid slit. "Well, what do you know?" he said softly. "It is pretty wet."
She pushed the straps of her teddy off her shoulders. "Take it off," she whispered hotly. "I want to be totally naked for you."
"Now that's an offer I can't refuse!" he chuckled.
He stripped her teddy off and rubbed it over his face before tossing it aside. She snickered at his audacious act and spread her legs wide. He looked at her naked body and his prick throbbed fiercely.
"Your body actually glows when you get turned on," he said, awed by her voluptuous beauty. He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh. "Smooth, as smooth as warm silk. It feels great just to touch you."
"You're just horny," she chuckled. She pulled her knees back until they touched her stiff nipples, tilting her ass off the bed. She knew he liked to fondle the cheeks of her ass.
He caressed her smooth buttocks affectionately. "Yes, I'm horny, but there's more to it than that. I like to see you naked and touch you even when I'm not horny. I'm wild about you, baby."
She lowered her legs and reached up with one hand and gripped his pulsing prick. She adored the size of his long throbbing organ. It filled her pussy so perfectly and he knew how to use it to give her the maximum pleasure.
He stretched out next to her and began to fondle her tits again. She tightened her fist around his cock and turned her face toward him. He kissed her and pushed his tongue into her mouth with zealous eagerness. She quivered ever so slightly as his tongue slid over hers. Their tongues twisted and twirled with keen desire, thrust and parried impetuously. Tremendously excited, their carnal fervor built by leaps and bounds. He withdrew his tongue and looked into his wife's eyes.
"Fucking your mouth with my tongue is fun, but I know another place to put it that's more fun," he said.
"Oh?" she said, playing along with his little game. "And where is that?"
"Oh, your tantalizing pussy, for instance."
"What's so tantalizing about my pussy?"
"It's so tasty and it's part of your body. Every part of your body is tantalizing."
"You have a silver tongue," she laughed.
"When I get it in your pussy, you'll think it's golden. I'll have you begging for more before I lick your clit like crazy and get you off."
"Don't you always?"
"I sure give it all I've got."
"Indeed you do."
Her transformation from submissive to aggressive when she got hot perplexed him. He wished she would start out that way! He caressed the inside of her right thigh, the inside of her left thigh, then covered her mound with his palm. He loved the feel of her chubby, hairy mound under his hand.
"Play with my clit, darling!" she said eagerly. "Stick your fingers in my cunt and fuck me with them!"
He chuckled. "Make up your mind which you want," he teased.
"Both!" she exclaimed. "That always excites me so much!"
"Don't I know it! You just like to have your pussy stuffed full."
"Yeah," she agreed avidly. "As long as it's something of yours that's doing the stuffing."
His fingers danced sprightly over her pussy. He held the long lips of her cunt between his fingers and stretched them as far as they would go. He tickled her clit lightly with the tip of his finger. He held two fingers together and pumped them vigorously in and out of her drizzling honey pot. The longer he pleasured her pussy, the harder and more eager his cock became. He didn't let matters progress too quickly. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, let it evolve at a gradual pace.
She ooohed and aaahed and cooed and sighed and squirmed happily. "Lick me, darling," she moaned. "Please, baby, put your tongue in my slit and lick me good!"
"I thought you wanted me to play with your pussy," he teased.
"And it feels so good, baby, but I need your tongue in me."
"You're pretty hot, huh?"
"My pussy is on fire!" she whimpered.
"And you think my tongue is a fire extinguisher?"
"No, it'll make me hotter!" she wailed. "But I want you to go down on me! Fuck me with your tongue! Lick my clit! I need it so badly, baby! Lick my pussy, baby! Lick it good!"
"Well, if that's what you want."
He stretched out on his belly between her legs and began to tease her hot snatch with the tip of his tongue. Her body began to undulate and toss rhythmically. Just the light, teasing touches of his tongue were nearly enough to push her over the brink of ecstasy.
He knew just how to turn her on with his tongue. She liked for him to slide his tongue slowly up and down her slit for a little while, gradually increasing the tempo. When his tongue finally settled on her clit and began to flick at top speed, her pussy would explode and she would fill his mouth with her savory juice.
Tonight, she was too much on edge to endure his usual pleasurable dalliance. "Faster, baby, faster!" she gasped. "Oh, darling, I need to cum! Lick my clit, baby, and make me cum! Oh, darling, I love the way you lick me!"
He put the tip of his tongue on top of her quivering clit and began to vibrate it rapidly. The faster he licked, the more carried away she became. She threw her legs over his shoulders and literally threw her twat at his mouth. He put his hand under the cheeks of her ass and began to tickle her asshole with the tip of one finger.
"Ahhh, darling, that's wonderful!" she panted. "I'm about ready to give you my juice, darling! Going to squirt your mouth full!"
He knew some women could squirt when they came. His wife was the only one he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing personally. He caressed her buttocks and toyed with her asshole as his tongue continued to beat her clit fiercely.
"Oh, darling, I love the way you lick my clit," she moaned. Her body was bouncing up and down so urgently she made the bed rattle. "Get it good, baby. Stick your finger in my asshole and lick my clit, baby!"
He stuck his finger in her tight little asshole and continued to lick her clit as fast as he could, pushing her closer and closer to the moment of orgasmic triumph. He could hardly wait to lick up every drop of her passionate juice as it shot out of her torrid hole.
She gasped and grunted and tossed and twisted wildly. "I'm just about there, baby. You're really getting me, baby. Oh, darling, I'm burning all over. Wiggle your finger in my asshole and keep licking my clit, baby! Oh, yes, I'm there, baby! I'm cumming!"
She didn't have to tell him she was cumming. Her tumultuous body movements announced the arrival of her climax quite clearly. He slithered his tongue up and down her gushing gash. He eagerly licked up the fruits of her orgasm and kept her quaking clit agitated so her climax wouldn't end before she experienced the ultimate ecstasy.