The wife's wild urge

CHAPTER ONE

Lynn Nobles was surprised to find that her husband wasn't home when she came back from the market. She'd told him that she was going to make his favorite dinner for him, and then she was going to slip into something soft and slinky. She'd also told him that there were going to be no holds barred. They were going to have a night of lovemaking that he would remember for a long time. She'd do anything he wanted. Anything. Even if it was kinky. She was in that kind of mood.

But her husband's car was gone when she pulled into the driveway and that started that nagging worry again. Bill had been in a strange mood lately. Almost like he was angry with her. She had thought that it was pressures at work. That was why she had promised him such a fun evening.

She grew angry at him. He'd mined the mood. He wasn't going to get such a chance again.

She took her groceries into the house. It was only when she walked into the bedroom that she found the letter. She read it twice, with tears burning her eyes, before she believed it. Bill had left her. He had found himself a younger woman, and he'd simply left her. Lynn sat down on the edge of the bed. This was one thing she'd never even considered. She'd thought that Bill would always be around.

Lynn stretched out on the bed and sobbed into her pillow. She cried for a long time. She didn't know how long someone had been knocking on her door before she heard it.

She stood up and walked to the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Lynn?" a male voice asked. "It's me, John. Your next door neighbor. Trish asked me to stop by and pick up that ribbon she wanted to borrow."

"All right," she said.

She opened the door. Somehow ribbon didn't seem to be important to her anymore. Nothing was important. She left the door open as she went back into her bedroom and took the length of thick red ribbon off her sewing machine. She didn't realize John had followed her until she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"You've been crying?" he asked. "Is something wrong?"

She broke down. John put his arms around her and let her cry against his broad chest. He kept patting her shoulder in a comforting way as she poured out her troubles, to him. She didn't know why she picked John, but she had to tell her troubles to somebody. Maybe somebody would tell her that she was having a nightmare and that she would wake up pretty soon and Bill would be by her side.

"Oh," she said finally, still sniffling. "I guess I've been making a fool out of myself."

"Bill's the fool," John said, "for walking out on a petty woman like you."

She fooled at him with gratitude. What she needed most of all was a man thinking she was pretty. Though she knew she was an attractive, dark baked woman of thirty, she had suddenly started thinking of herself as ugly. Perhaps every woman got that feeling sometimes. Especially those women that had a husband who left them for a younger woman.

What she didn't know was that John had always thought she was a damn fine looking woman. He had watched her often when she was walking near her house. He especially liked the summer months when she and his wife would sunbathe in the back yard. He remembered a tiny black bikini that showed off her big thrusting tits to their best advantage. He had often wished he could bury his face in those sweet jugs.

Rut she was his wife's best friend and a married woman. In a way, she was no longer married and that made her fair game.

And she was ripe for it. He had the feeling that all it would take would be a little more comforting. She was melting like warm butter in his hands already.

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Lynn asked him.

Lynn had no idea that she was courting trouble.

All she knew was that she needed a man to say nice things to her. Especially a big, husky man like John. John was twice the man that Bill had ever been, and his compliments made her feel better.

"I think you're absolutely gorgeous," John said, still stroking her shoulder. "I think Bill's probably the biggest Goddamned fool that ever lived."

"Thank you," she whispered. "Oh, thank you. I need to be told things like that. I just feel so miserable."

He kissed her. She didn't mind. The gentle pressure of his lips felt good. He took her hand in his and stroked her palm with his finger. There was something extremely sensuous about the gentle stroking of his finger. It made her feel like she had butterflies in her belly.

He kissed her soft cheeks and then put his lips against the curve of her neck. She shivered as she felt him sucking at her skin, just the way the boys tried to do on dates so that she'd go home with a hickey. But John wasn't trying to give her a hickey. He was nibbling at the soft flesh of her throat like she was some kind of feast.

He pushed her down on the bed and she dropped the piece of ribbon. She felt a little dazed as he put his strong arms around her and crushed her against his massive chest. Her husband had never been a strong man. Bill worked behind a desk most, of the time, and he was getting slightly flabby. She knew that John did some kind of construction work and there was nothing flabby about him. She'd never felt such strength in a man before. His muscles felt like fire, and she felt as helpless as a rag doll in his grasp.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she gasped, just as he put his lips back against hers. This time there was nothing gentle about his kisses. His lips felt hard and demanding. They took her breath away. She felt the probing of his tongue and she obediently opened her mouth. She felt his hard, burning tongue stabbing into her mouth. He seemed determined to drive his tongue deep into her throat.

He stopped stroking her hand and he put his hand on her thigh. She had worn a pair of shorts and a man's shirt to the market. Now she fell the burning heat of his fingers almost searing her bare flesh.

"Stop," she told him. "Stop this. Your wife is just next door. We can't do this."

At the time she was protesting she knew she didn't want him to stop. She'd never felt like this before. This was the way a cave woman must have felt when a cave man took her for his own. A woman could do nothing but obey a strong man like John.

She felt his hand squeezing her thigh, and sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She no longer protested. Instead she wiggled her own hot tongue into his mouth. It felt strange tongue-kissing a man who wasn't her husband. It was also exciting. Wiggling her tongue against his sent a powerful surge of need thin ugh her. She felt her nipples harden and get all tingly.

"You are a beautiful woman," John said. "The kind of woman that makes a man's mouth water. I used to get hard just looking at you."

"Did you really?" she asked.

"Yeah. I used to have a time hiding how I was feeling from my wife. Especially last summer when you had the skimpy black bikini. I used to walk around with a boner all day long."

She remembered that black bikini and she remembered how much of her creamy flesh she showed. She had almost been too ashamed to put it on. Now she was glad she had. She was glad she had tantalized this man with her body.

"Maybe I'll put it on for you again sometime," she said.

"You'd better," he said.

He slipped his hand up her body. He tugged at the shirt she had tucked into the shorts. She put her hand over his but she was too weak to stop him. He got the shirt out and he slipped his hand underneath. She shivered as she felt his broad, rough hand on her bare belly. His hand moving up until he had cupped her tit. He squeezed the round cone and pinched her nipple and she felt her tits filling up her bra a little more. She felt the heat of his fingers right through the material.

"Lift up," he commanded.

She raised up and he put his hand underneath her. He was experienced with bra hooks. He had them undone in a moment. He made her fall back again while he jerked the cups away from her creamy tits. He stared at them. The lusting look in his eyes made her feel prouder than she ever had before of her big thrusting tits with the huge, hard, light brown nipples.

He put his hands underneath them, cupping and squeezing until they felt harder than they ever had before. He held one in his hands as he lowered his head. He licked at the tingly nipple with the tip of his tongue. She felt a wet heat in her nipples. He moved his head from one creamy mound to the other.

"Gaaaa," she groaned softly. "Gaaa, you're making me feel crazy!"

"That's just how I want you to feel," he said.

She gasped as she felt him suck up more of her hot flesh into his mouth. She didn't understand how he could have room for all that titty-flesh in his hot mouth. But he was doing it, somehow. And he was swirling his tongue around her nipple and biting her with his teeth.

She didn't know what she had been missing with Bill. Bill had always been the type to jump on and jump off. It was fine with him if she was able to get pleasure. It was also fine if she did not. And she'd thought they had a good sex relationship.

In a few short minutes John was teaching her more about sex than she'd learned in six years of marriage to Bill.

"Let me take this off," John said.

She raised up again as he slipped the man's shirt off her creamy white shoulders. He was panting as he pulled her bra off and dropped it onto the floor. She wasn't completely undressed and yet she'd never felt so naked in front of a man. John's eyes devoured her big, creamy tits and caused her to blush all over.

"You really are fucking beautiful," John said softly. "You've got a fantastic bod!"

He put his hand underneath her perfect round ass. His fingers squeezed one of her asscheeks and caused a new tingly feeling in her cunt. He tugged at the zipper. He wasn't reaching it well and she had to roll over on her side. He immediately tugged the zipper down and slipped his hand inside her shorts.

It felt even better to have his hot hand squeezing her ass with only her panties as protection. She wanted to feel his hand on her naked flesh, though. She squirmed around until he got the idea. He started pulling her shorts down her legs. She kicked them off. Immediately he reached for her panties. For the first time another man besides her husband was puffing her panties down her long, beautiful legs, and another man was looking at the black furry bush between her legs.

"Mmmmm," he said. "You're even more beautiful with your clothes off. It makes my cock hurt just to look at you."

Again she had that blushing warmth over her body. She wanted to see him naked but she was too shy to tell him so. But he wasn't going to let her stay shy. John wanted to turn her into the wild and wicked woman that he knew she was. He wanted to turn her into a begging, squirming cunt. He wanted her hot and out of control, and he knew exactly how to get her that way.

"Spread your legs wide," John said. "I want to see your pretty pussy."

She spread her legs as he told her to. He was staring into the moist cavern of her cunt. Even her husband had not had this view. There was no part of Lynn that wasn't completely open to his gaze. She wasn't expecting him to suddenly put his hand over her furry mound. She gasped as she felt two fingers thrust roughly into her pussy.

"I know you'll like this," John said. "You're a cunt. I can see it in your face. And cunts like to be played with!"

His fingers were rough and thick, not at all like the fingers of her husband. And he wasn't moving his fingers in her cunt gently. He was stabbing them into her and almost bruising her sensitive cunt walls. At first it was a little uncomfortable. Then her pussy juices began to lubricate his thrusting fingers and she started to enjoy it. Her ass squirmed in a hot rhythm to his fucking fingers, and she no longer wanted him to stop.

She was no longer feeling shy. "Take your clothes off. Please strip for me. I want to see you naked."

He grinned lewdly. He kept his two fingers in her cunt as he tore his clothes off with his free hand. She sighed when she saw his thick chest covered with wiry hairs. He had a tense, flat belly that seemed to ripple with excitement. He ripped down his trousers and his shorts and she saw his huge, thick, purplish cock. She gasped as she saw the size of it. The purplish knob was already smeared with his milky white cream.

"It's so big," she whispered.

She couldn't help touching it. She brushed her fingers across the burning, aroused flesh. Her fingers felt sticky from his cum. He really had a lot. His cum was making his reddened prick glisten. It was leaking from the tip and coating his powerful looking staff.

He took her hand and put it back against his prick. This dine she laced her fingers around his steaming meat. She could feel a powerful throbbing heat through his cock. It was like the huge thing was going to explode at any moment. It frightened her, but it also kept her hot pussy riding back and forth over his thick fingers. She had never seen anything so magnificent as his prick.

John took his fingers out of her burning pussy. Suddenly she felt so empty between her legs. She could hardly stand it. She put her own hand in her pussy, just to rub herself. He roughly pulled her hand away.

"Please," she whispered. "I'm so hot down there!"

"I know you're hot, little cunt," he told her. "I'm going to take care of you. But first you have to be nice to me!"

"Oh yes," she cried. "I'll do anything you want!"

John had her where he wanted her. He took a handful of her hair rind pulled her up. She came willingly enough. She let him pull her down on her knees between his hairy legs. He held her head just inches from his swollen meat.

"I'm going to fuck you," John promised, "but first you have to worship my meat. You have to show me how much you love cock! You have to show me what a raunchy bitch you are!"

"Anything!" she cried.

She meant it. Even when he jerked her face forward and she was nearly overpowered by the strong smell of his meat. She wanted to worship it. She cupped his nuts gently with one hand. She began kissing and licking the bloated, cum covered knob. She took more of the strong taste of his jism into her mouth, savoring it. She had never cared for kissing her husband's cock very much. With John, it seemed like something she should do, just to show him how much she cared for him.

"That's good, baby," John told her. "That's real good."

She started licking the long, thick shaft. In a few moments she had licked away all of his dripping cum and his prick was glistening from her saliva. She couldn't help the impulse to slide the thick knob between her lips. Just his bloated knob seemed to fill her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, and then started sucking the rest of his shaft into her throat.

She finally could suck his cock no farther. She felt the throbbing cockhead against the back of her throat. She pulled her head back and let her teeth scrape across his bloated meat.

"Oh fuck," John groaned. "Oh fucking shit!"

She started bobbing her head. She felt his fingers in her black hair, tangling in the thick strands, and making her move her head faster. She felt the hot swelling of his cockhead and more of his jism leaking into her mouth.

"Uh-uh," John suddenly said. "No, I don't want that. Not yet, anyway. First I want some of that sweet pussy of yours."

He pulled her head away from his cock. He pulled her up onto the bed beside him. Once again he started playing with her light brown nipples, his fingers causing ripples of excitement all over her body. She grabbed his hand and pulled it back to her pussy. He grinned, as he pushed a finger between her hot cuntlips. She groaned and began moving against his finger. She felt so sweet toward him. Her husband had never gotten her so hot.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh God! I want you to fuck me so bad! I need your dick in me!"

He was still grinning as he took his hand away from her pussy and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs wide so that he could easily stab his cock into her pussy. But that wasn't what he had in mind. At least, not right away. Instead he took his bloated meat in his hand and started to rub the thick knob up and down the hot entrance to her gash. It gave her a delicious feeling but it made her also feel hot and achey. She needed that big prick inside her.

"Oh pleaseeee," she begged him. "Pleaseeee put your cock in me. I need it so baddddd!"

Lynn was no longer the same woman she'd been a little earlier. In fact, she was different than the woman she'd been all her life. Never before had she lost so much control. Never before had she begged a man for satisfaction. She'd always had too much pride for anything like that. Yet, melting at a man's touch wasn't a bad feeling. As long as it was the right man. A strong man like John. A man who didn't ask for anything, or try to seduce her. A man who simply took what he wanted.

John put all his weight on her, crushing her big round tits against his chest. She sighed in satisfaction as she felt the pressure of his blood-filled knob pushing at her cunt. Slowly his bloated knob pushed apart the sensitive lips of her fuck-hole.

"Oh yesssssss," she cried. "Put it in me like that! I love it! I love your big cock!"

He shoved hard and she felt the long thickness of his prick slide easily into her wet pussy. She gasped as she felt his throbbing meat filling her cunt in a way that her husband's never had. A spasm of pleasure shook her body. She wrapped her arms around his broad back and tried to pull him tighter against her. She already felt as if his knob was in her belly.

"Fuck me," she said breathlessly. "Fuck me hard! It's what I need. I need to be fucked!"

John was good with his cock. He knew exactly how to make her feel the most pleasure. He lifted himself up, with one hand, while he played with her titties with the other. He started moving his hips back and forth. His thick meat slid in and out of her pussy gently, with him showing her just how delicious a slow fuck could be.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back. She gripped with her legs and arms and pulled him down on top of her again. She liked the feeling of his strong body crushing hers. Again it gave her that helpless rag-doll feeling. It was how she wanted to feel.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me hard!"

But she couldn't hurry him. He wanted them both to be at the pitch of their excitement when he started slamming his cock into her. He wanted her to be able to remember this fuck for a long time. He wanted her to remember it so vividly that she would come back for more. Now that John had tapped her sweet ass, he didn't want this pussy supply to stop. Living right next door, her sweet cunt would be as convenient as hell for a quickie.

"Oh please fuck me harder," she begged. "Oh please, do it to me harder!"

Her ass had started wiggling from side to side and he could feel her doing things with her pussy walls. Hell, she was a sweeter piece than his own wife and he'd thought his wife was the best. John knew he couldn't keep fucking her the easy way. He could feel the liquid fire in his balls and he knew he was going to have to give it to her just as hard as she desired.

"Okay, babe," he said slowly. "This is what you want."

She gasped at the first powerful thrust. She came off the bed to meet the next one. She started rising to meet every hard stab of his burning cock. She felt like she was in a combat with him, to see who could fuck the longest and sweetest.

"That's how I want it," she cried. "Oh yesss, that's the way! Oh, it feels so niceeeee!"

She felt like he was trying to stab his bloated knob deep up into her belly. She felt a knob in her belly, and a sweet tension going down her spine. She knew what was happening to her, and it had never felt so good.

"I'm going to come," she squealed. "I'm coming! Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard, fuck me hard! Fuck meeeee harddddd!"

He thrust his cock deep into her as her body went crazy. She wiggled beneath him like she was a fish on a hook. The pleasure spasms shook her deliciously. Her pussy soaked his prick with juice. She was weak and trembling as she came back down to earth once more.

He started fucking her once again, almost as soon as her trembling had stopped. She could feel his fat cock growing inside her, and she knew that he was soon going to be shooting his wad into her cunt. She tried to move as he began to thrust his prick into her a little faster. She rubbed her tits against his chest.

"Play with my balls," he told her.

She squeezed her hand between them and she found his heavy sacs. She began squeezing them gently each time he thrust into her. He grew more excited. Already she could feel his cum leaking against the sides of her pussy. She squeezed her pussy walls together and felt more of his wet cum. "Ahhhhh fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm going to flood you! I'm going to flood your fucking cunt! Fugkkkkk!"

She humped up to meet his thrust and she felt the hot spurting of his cock. Her cunt was immediately filled by his thick, wet jism. She could feel it leaking out of her fuck-hole, wetting the tangled hairs of her pussy and her soft thighs. She felt him slowly pulling his wet prick out of her clinging cunt. She felt him rubbing his prickhead against the hairs of her cunt.

"You were fantastic, babe," John said. "I have to get that ribbon home now, but I'll be back to see you. You can bet on that."