Chapter 6
Chad came back from Tucson bubbling over with testosterone because he and Hank had won and advanced to the semifinals.
"Congratulations," Suzanne said. "Where and when are the semifinals?"
"Next weekend, in Cheyenne," he said.
"Well, at least that isn't such a long drive," she said. "Are you going to stay home tonight?" She hoped she'd kept the plea out of her voice. She hated to beg anybody for anything, and particularly hated to beg her husband to fuck her. "We haven't made love in a couple of weeks."
Winning the tournament, even if it was only the quarterfinals, left him feeling on top of the world, and his balls were working overtime. "Yeah, babe, I think we ought to get it on," he said. "Hell, I feel so good, I'll even let you go down on me."
Suzanne didn't expect romance from the guys that she picked up and fucked. She did expect it from her husband, once in a while anyway. That's what she got for marrying for security instead of love.
She took her bath, then went to the bedroom to wait while he showered. She went to her closet for a peignoir, and looked at herself in the mirror on the back of the door. Her five-foot, six-inch body was lean and trim. Her firm, luxurious breasts helped to emphasize the slim-ness of her waist and well-rounded hips. Her deep green eyes, fringed with long lashes, carefully searched her thick, flowing strawberry-blonde hair for gray, and, as usual, didn't find any. Her creamy skin was wrinkle-free, and she thought the sprinkle of freckles across her chest and the top of her breasts gave her a slightly rakish look.
She knew that she was beautiful, that the bits and pieces of her face were put together in just the right way. She also knew that she was a dynamite piece of ass. Other men complimented her on her looks and the way she fucked, so why didn't her husband? She could accept that he didn't want to fuck her more than once or twice a month, but he could at least tell her once in a while that she looked nice.
She had furnished the large bedroom room to achieve just the right blend of comfort and sensuousness, for all the good it did her. An ornately carved Cheval mirror stood by the fireplace, next to it stood an antique chaise covered in woven material of multiple shades of soft rose and deep burgundy, a low oblong antique table sat at the end of the bed, and on it sat a bouquet of champagne-colored silk roses.
A heavy, luxuriously soft, furry bedspread covered the king-size bed, and numerous pillows in various sizes, in all shades of rose, cream and burgundy, were artfully arranged at the head of the bed.
She turned away from the closet without getting a peignoir and lay on the chaise and closed her eyes and tried to put herself in the proper mood. What a shame, that she had to put herself in the mood to fuck her husband! She got revved up without any trouble when she was with other guys or girls because she knew they wanted her, but long years of experience had taught her that Chad would do his thing and leave her out in the cold if she didn't get a head start.
Playing with her pussy always got her turned on, but Chad would have a fit if he saw her doing it. On their honeymoon, she had been sitting on the balcony of their tropical hotel one night, wearing only a sheer peignoir, relishing the warm, scented breeze, and unconsciously touched her pussy.
Chad came in from his shower, smelling too strongly of English Leather, and said gruffly, "What's wrong with the bed?"
"Nothing," Suzanne whispered, "but I wanted to try something different. Lie beside me, touch me, kiss my nipples, lick my pussy. Suck me until I scream, then fuck me out of my stupid mind!"
"I don't know why we can't do it on the bed," he said gruffly as he lay down by her.
"Humor me," she muttered, pulling his head down.
He surrounded one lovely pink nipple with his lips and mauled the bud of turgid flesh with his tongue. His rough touch sent sparks of carnal pleasure shooting through her and opened the floodgate of her passion, and she felt her nipples stiffen and her large tits swell.
"Harder," she exclaimed, "suck my nipples and chew on my tits!"
"Boy, you're really wild tonight," he muttered.
He paid attention to her so seldom, he forgot that she was wild every time she fucked, but she didn't say anything. He chewed her tit buds a little harder than she liked, but she accepted it without complaint. She squirmed with lust and tangled her fingers in his hair, curled the fingers of her left hand and raked her long, sharp nails harshly up his spine.
He sucked and licked and chewed on her rock-hard nipple and shoved his hand between her shapely thighs, palmed her fleece-covered mound, and roughly parted the delicate folds of flesh at the top of her slit with one finger. His rough treatment, and the knowledge that he would soon put his mouth on her pussy, made her passion mount, and her breath came in sharp, deep gasps.
He kissed her and drove his tongue into her humid mouth and rolled her clit harshly with the ball of his finger, and her hips churned vigorously. He plunged his finger into her sopping hole, and she sucked rigorously on his tongue and lunged her cunt at his finger.
He sucked a hickey on her neck and bit her tender tits, squeezed the large mounds too hard and made her nipples pop out, then bit her bloated nipples. He slid down and nipped her taut, flat belly, then stabbed his tongue into her bellybutton, and she pushed his head down until his face was in her bush. He stiffened his neck and wouldn't let her push his head lower, and she arched her hips off the chaise as she pushed on the top of his head, urging him to go lower.
"Lick my cunt," she hissed between clenched teeth. He was driving her nearly mad, intensifying the dreadful ache between her legs. "Bite my clit and suck my cunt!"
He chewed on the lips of her steamy snatch, increasing her desperation. She knew he was deliberately making her wait, but she couldn't help herself now, she had to beg.
"Lick my cunt, damn you," she moaned, "you're driving me crazy!"
"I know," he chuckled, "and you love it."
She grabbed his ears and threw her snatch at his face. At long last, he plastered his mouth to her aching, sopping slit and a sigh of near-volcanic magnitude burst out of her throat.
"Aaahhh, yes, baby, that's it!" She moaned and tossed her head to and fro and her long mane of strawberry-blonde hair covered and uncovered her passion-wracked face. "Lick my clit, make it feel good!"
He tongued and sucked and nipped the swollen bud until it throbbed with a mixture of pleasure and pain, then cupped the distended knob with his lips and twirled his rapidly moving tongue around it, and her moans became louder as her passion mounted. If someone had been eavesdropping, they would have thought he was torturing her.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," she groaned over and over.
Her hips settled into a steady, rhythmic rocking, her buttocks going higher with each upward thrust as she churned toward orgasm. She kneaded her throbbing tits savagely, then grabbed her tender tit tips between her forefingers and thumbs and twisted them until the fat buds pulsated with pain, awash with passion from the electric-like shocks from her tits and his mouth on her cunt.
He drove his tongue deep into her flowing pussy and her hips snapped up and down vigorously and gyrated wildly.
"Oh, fuck," she mumbled, "I'm going to cum, baby, I'm going to cum! I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Don't stop, don't ever stop, let me die this way!" Her toes curled up and her body spasmed as her orgasm built to a crescendo, flooding her with hedonistic sensations.
"God, that was good," she murmured.
She pushed his head away and got on her knees as he rolled over. She grabbed his dick and jerked it harshly, then took him in her mouth and bobbed her head slowly up and down, her hot mouth covering his dick, her tongue barely touching it. She reached between his legs and yanked his balls as she flicked her tongue back and forth, wrapped it around the glans, then slid it along the underside of his dick with a rippling movement as she opened her mouth wide and let the head of the phallus slip into her throat.
He lifted his head and watched her gnaw on his bone. She could be a real nag, but he had to give her one thing. She really knew how to suck his cock.
Abruptly, she lifted her head, swung her leg over him, and sat down on his rod. "Lie still," she whispered hotly, "and let me fuck you."
He tensed all over as her hot, slippery sheath engulfed his cock, and waves of sensation washed over him as she squeezed him with her dynamic muscles.
She frigged her clit and rode his cock hard, and her sex gun fired immediately, then again and again. She slowed to catch her breath and felt his cock swell. Dismounting quickly, she grabbed his prick, held her open mouth over the crown and jerked him rapidly as she reached down with her other hand and squeezed his nuts.
His hips hunched up and down, and she increased the speed of her jerking. His breathing became labored, and she increased her speed again, jacking him as fast as she could. She felt his cock swell, and caught the crown of his cock between her lips and applied strong suction. He erupted and pumped his semen into her suctioning mouth, holding her head with both hands and fucking her face rigorously.
She ate his cum and flogged his dick as she slowly swallowed his pulsating shaft, taking him so far that she had to stop beating him, then held her lips against the side of her hand, doing a thorough job of draining him, taking every drop of his cum, leaving his prick as clean as if she had washed it.
"God, baby," he grunted, "that was wonderful, just wonderful."
"Any time, honey," she replied, kissing him square on the mouth and sticking her tongue in his mouth before he could react, "my mouth and legs are always open."