The wife's wild urge

CHAPTER TEN

Scott parked his truck in front of his house and climbed out. He was glad to be home. He was exhausted. He had gotten a fat bonus for making a ten day trip in eight days, but it had been a rough trip. Now he was looking forward to a long shower, a drink, and a couple of days of sleeping.

He was surprised by the appearance of his house when he opened his front door. Someone had been doing some cleaning up since he had last been home. Everything was spotless.

He was even more surprised when the dark-haired woman came out of the bedroom. Lynn was dressed in a baby blue nightgown that did little to conceal her lush figure. He had thought he was tired, but he could feel his blood starting to boil.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked.

"I thought you'd be tired after your long trip," Lynn said. "Tired and thirsty."

For the first time he noticed the drink in her hand.

"Here, baby," she said. "I know you need this. Sit here on the couch and drink up!"

Scott had fucked a lot of women but he had never felt the excitement he did then. There was something about Lynn. She was a lady and yet she was also a cunt, a cunt who would do anything a man asked of her.

"How did you get in?" Scott asked.

"I saw where you left the key underneath the mat," Lynn explained. "There was no trouble getting in."

Scott looked around the room. "You did a nice job."

"I'm glad you approve," she said.

Scott sat down on the couch and took the drink from her. The drink was cool but it left a warmth in his belly. The warmth spread though his body and he could feel it making his cock a little stiffer. There was something so damned exciting about Lynn. Despite his being tired, he was growing more and more aroused.

Lynn moved closer and he felt her thigh pressing his. His head was reeling over the sweetness of her perfume. He started to wonder what she was after. A woman didn't do a thing like cleaning a man's house and meeting him at the door in a sexy nightgown without wanting something. It wasn't marriage. He had already offered to marry her. She had refused him more than, once.

"Why did you come here today?" he asked.

"I missed you," Lynn said, grinning.

"That's, no reason to clean my house," Scott said.

"No," she said. "I guess it's not. I'll tell you the truth. I found out that I need you, Scott. Very badly!"

"So you do want to get married."

She put her finger to his lips. "Hush. Let me finish. I found out I need you, but I don't want to trap you or feel trapped myself I simply want to live with you."

"You just want to move in?" Scott asked. "Just like that."

Scott had never thought that a woman like Lynn would be willing to do something like that. He had thought that marriage would be the only way she'd move in with him.

"That's right," she said. "You see, I've never met a man like you. I probably never will again. You make me feel things that other men can't. So I want to live with you. I'll move out when you get tired of me and I won't cramp your style. You can bring other women here if you want. You can tell them I'm you sister, or something. I don't care. All I want to do is be with you."

Scott couldn't believe what he was hearing. Here was this beautiful woman offering herself without hesitation. It was the kind of arrangement a man only dreamed about. She was his as long as he wanted her, with no conditions. There would be no jealous scenes if he should decide to bring another woman home to fuck. Nothing but Lynn's complete obedience.

He wouldn't have believed this if he'd heard it from another man. But Lynn was telling him the truth. He could see that in her eyes and in the pale color of her face. She wanted to be his woman for as long as he chose to have her.

"Well," she said. "What do you think of my offer?"

"I think you're a damned fine looking woman," he said. "I think I'd like having you around."

She grinned and put her hand on his thigh. The warmth of her fingers made his cock feel harder. He picked up her hand and placed it on his throbbing prick.

"Baby," he said. "I'm kind of tired right now."

"I understand," she said.

"It would be nice if you would do something for me," he said.

She understood him immediately. A sweet smile came to her face, and she licked her full lips.

"You want me to suck your dick?" she asked.

"Ummm, baby," he answered. "I'd like that very much."

"Then this is going to be one sucking you'll never forget," she told him.

Her fingers kept playing with the length of his throbbing cock. He felt like he was going to burn a hole though his trousers. He could already feel some of his cock-cream leaking into his shorts. He looked again at her full red mouth. Those ripe lips of hers looked just right for sucking.

She moved her hand up and found his zipper. She pulled wildly at his tab and got it undone. She slipped her small hot hand inside his trousers and touched his big meaty cock.

"Ummm," she said softly. "I can't get over how big your cock is. It seems to get bigger each time I touch it."

"It feels big, now," Scott said.

She gently pulled his prick out of his trousers. She ran her fingers around his hot flesh and began moving her hand up and down. Her grasp got tighter. More of his cock cream spilled from the end of his hot cock.

He no longer felt so tired. "You're making me crazy," he said.

"That's exactly how I want you to feel," she whispered.

Her voice was heavy with excitement as she stared down at his big, purplish cock. She loved Scott's prick as she had never loved another man s. She wanted to worship him with her lips and her tongue. She wanted to taste his thick jism in her mouth.

She held his cock tighter, letting her fingers play at the rubbery feeling foreskin. She felt him grasp as her fingers rubbed over his sensitive flesh.

"Dear Jesus," he said. "Nobody's ever played with my cock like you play with it!"

He reached down underneath her nightgown and pulled at it. She felt his hands on her bare thighs and she gasped. He wasn't looking like he was ready for bed anymore. His face was flushed with hunger. His strong fingers dug into her thighs and then slipped upward until they were touching the soft nest of her pubic hairs.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus. Touch me there. I like it. I've been hot so long!"

He kept playing with her cunt until she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled away from him and ripped the gown over her head. She saw his look of startled pleasure as he stared at her beautiful body. She was proud of her trim flesh. She did a turn for him and jiggled her asscheeks in the way she knew he liked.

"You're a whore," he whispered.

"Oh yes," she said. "Your whore!"

She sank down to her knees in front of him. She hungrily grasped his hard shaft in her hand as she guided the rubbery cockhead against her ready lips. She moved her lips back and forth over the swollen shaft and she could feel him gasping with pleasure.

"Bitch," he groaned. "You know how to make a man hurt all over!"

She laughed out loud as she kept gently kissing his cockhead. He grabbed the back of her head and his fingers tangled in her thick black hair.

"That feels so fucking good," he groaned. "I want you to suck me. I want you to suck my prick!"

"Then you'll fuck me?" she asked eagerly.

"Oh fuck yes," he answered.

She opened her mouth wide and she sucked the hot cockhead into her lips. Her lips slid down his throbbing meat, wetting his red flesh with her spit. She pulled her head back and began wildly licking the underside of his prick, her tongue covering his flesh with her saliva.

"Oh Christ," he groaned. "Jesus, you're making me feel so fucking good."

She moved her ripe lips down to his balls. He had never felt such intense excitement before. Her lips touched his balls gently and then he felt her mouth opening and sucking one of his balls into the liquid warmth of her mouth.

"Oh Jesus Christ," he cried. "That's so fucking fantastic!"

A few more minutes of kissing and sucking and his entire shaft glistened with her saliva. She moved her head back to admire her work. She had never seen anything so beautiful as his aroused prick. She loved the way it throbbed so hotly in her fingers and the way his prick juice leaked out of the tiny slit at the top.

"I want you to suck me good," he told her. "I want the best fucking blow-job you've ever given!"

"I'll give you the best," she promised.

She stuffed the big hot prick back into her mouth again. She took his shaft as deep in her throat as she could get it. He had never seen anything that looked so obscene as this beautiful woman sucking his cock. He released the grip on her head. He knew she wouldn't try to escape from him. He liked to look at her puffed cheeks and the way her tangled black hair flew about her face as she sucked him.

"You Goddamn bitch," he whispered. "You Goddamn cock-sucking bitch!"

Her head began to bob faster and faster as she took every inch of his big prick deep into her throat. He could feel her wild tongue working on his flesh and he knew he was leaking cum into her mouth. He had never known a woman who really liked the taste of cum, and yet Lynn seemed to like everything about sucking his cock.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. "Oh fucking yeah. It feels so good! So Goddamned good!"

She raised her head for a moment. "I want you to come in my mouth. I want you to fill my mouth. I want you to give me every drop!"

"You got it, baby," he said.

He grabbed her head again and this time his hips began to slam his meat deep into her throat. It felt like he was pushing his prick-meat into liquid lava. It was sweet.

"I'm going to fill your fucking mouth," he groaned. "I'm going to fill your fucking mouth! You bitch. You cunt! JESUSSSSS!"

He gave a final lunge and he felt his prick start to jerk. He started shooting his thick liquid into her mouth and she didn't pull her head away. He heard her swallowing the hot cream, and he still felt her tongue working on his flesh. She was trying to drain every drop.

"Jesus," he said softly.

She raised her head and there was a teasing look on her face. "I thought you were tired."

"I was tired," he said, "but you give a man energy."

"Energy enough to give a horny woman a proper fucking?" she asked.

"Just kiss it some more," he said. "And I'll give you a fucking you won't forget."

Something in the sound of his voice made her shiver. She bent her head to his prick again. His cock wasn't completely hard, but it hadn't grown soft. She had a feeling it wouldn't be long before his prick was thrusting into her hot cunt.

"I do love your cock," she whispered. "I think it's the most beautiful cock in the world."

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world," Scott said, and he meant it.

She started licking on his cock some more and she felt his hands go down her front to her big tits. He lifted each of her tits in his fingers and brushed her nipples. They were already hard and achey and his touch made her cry out.

"Ummm," he said. "You must have missed me!"

"I did!" she told him. "I really did!"

His fingers kept brushing her titties as she played with his cock, expertly using her lips, tongue and fingers to bring his flesh to life again. His cockhead started to throb in her fingers a second time and she felt his cock-cream leaking and making his cock wetter.

"Oh God," she groaned. "I need a fucking. I need a fucking so bad."

Scott drew her up on the couch beside him. Her nimble fingers quickly undid the buttons on his shirt and she peeled it off. He helped her with his trousers and in seconds he was just as naked as she was. She ran her fingertips lightly over his thick, hairy chest.

"You're a fantastic man," she said. "A fantastic man."

He started to slowly slide his cock in and out of her hot cunt. Lynn shivered each time his big cock slammed into her. His prickhead was stretching her cuntlips in a new way. It seemed like every time she fucked Scott it was different.

Scott was a fuck-machine such as she'd never had before. He was all man. He could take her places no other man had been able to take her. She could slowly move her hips and feel a growing excitement. She could close her eyes and hear the sound of his cock plunging into her moist hole.

"Fuck me faster," she urged him. "Fuck me really fast!"

Then she had to pull away as the shivers exploded over her body.

Her cream gushed over his cock as he pounded her faster and faster. She could feel his hot prick growing and the first hot leaking of his cum into her pussy.

She gave a sigh of contentment as she felt his prick spurting the rest of his jism into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around him and held him closer. It was nice! She milked his cock by moving her ass back and forth along the bed.

"You're a real man," she whispered. "A real man!"

She realized that what she said was the truth. She had been abandoned, by a husband, but she had gotten a real man to take his place. A man who would give her plenty of joy as long as she kept him happy.