The Wife's Young Lover

CHAPTER SIX

Marlene was dreaming.

It was an exciting dream and she was shifting and whimpering as the details moved through her slumber. She was smiling and, had her eyes been open, they would have been shining with passion.

Marlene was dreaming that she was an officer in the army, and that, she was in charge of training a group of young raw recruits. The troops were all eighteen years old, tall, lean and fit from basic training. They had short hair and muscular necks. And they were armed with cocks like cannons.

Marlene was putting them through a drill.

She had them marching in formation before her as she reclined on a bed that, in her dream, did not seem at all out of place on the parade grounds.

She lined them up for inspection.

They were in full uniform, polished and pressed, but their cocks were out in place of rifles. The big cock heads gleamed like the toes of polished boots and their bloated balls hung like grenades, ready to explode as soon as someone pulled the pin. She gave the commands. They shouldered arms – not an impossible feat in a dream, where their peckers were so long. She inspected that formidable array of ordinance, making sure that the barrels were well oiled and that not a single speck of dust marred the smooth muzzles.

Then she started them marching through a square formation, wheeling them left so that, one by one in column, they marched up to the bed and bayonetted her pussy. They each shot after a single stroke, which was absolutely satisfactory since she had a whole army to fuck. In perfect order they marched, wheeled, stabbed and shot. Marlene had trained them well – they had this drill down to a science.

She whimpered in her sleep as she took the creamy artillery into her hairy target, one by one, until the army had shot off every single round and left the armory bare.

Vaguely she realized that she must be dreaming. Reality could never be this wonderful. Even as these eighteen-year-old soldiers put the meaty weapons to her, she thought that in her next dream it might be nice to command a military academy where the boys were a bit younger – but just as formidably armed.

Like jungle fighters, they advanced through her pubic forest; like guerrillas, they moved into her swamp; they charged like cavalry and invaded her cunt in armored columns.

It was a lovely dream.

And Charles, watching his wife have her wet dream, was enjoying it as much as she was.

It was early morning with pearly light at the window, and she had awakened him with her shifting and whimpering. Charles was delighted when he realized that Marlene was creaming in her sleep. He watched her face as it twisted in lust and then he watched her nipples as they exploded. He gazed in adoration at her cunt as the slot filled with pussy-juice.

Charles simply had to take a picture of her! He slipped out of bed as quietly as he could, terrified that he might awaken her. But Marlene had no intention of waking from her ecstasy until she had drained the resources of her private army into her private arsenal.

He crept to the closet and got his camera out.

Crouching at the foot of the bed, he began to click the camera from a cock's viewpoint, focusing directly on her flooded snatch but making sure that her lust-contorted face was also in the frame. He took half a dozen pictures.

It was a Polaroid camera and he was dying to see the results when they emerged, but he was afraid that Marlene might awaken and find him with the evidence of his kinkiness. He decided he had better secrete the film and save his visual titillation for a later – and safer – moment.

He put the still cloudy photos in the breast pocket of a jacket that was hanging in the closet. He left the camera on the dresser. Then he went back to bed.

Charles, aroused by his wife's condition as well as his sneaky camera work, decided that he would benefit from the aroused state of her succulent pussy.

He decided to eat her out as she slept and dreamed.

He slid belly-down between her widespread thighs. He gazed at her lovely cunt for a few moments, until he began to drool for that succulent treat. His tongue came out, lapping at the inside of her thigh.

She moaned but did not awaken.

He ran his tongue up her thigh and licked at the crease, then switched over and repeated the tongue-stroke on the other leg. She was whimpering steadily now, low muffled sounds coming from her dream world like some mystic link between reality and fantasy.

He touched the tip of his cunt-hungry tongue to her stiffened cunt.

"Ooooooh," she murmured.

He flicked across the turbulent nugget of sensation a few times, then began to lick out her gaping slot and trace along her parted cuntlips with soft fluid strokes.

His nimble tongue added a new dimension to Marlene's dream. She began to move her hips with spasmodic jolts and thrusting heaves that ground her cunt into Charles' face. His lips parted and he tilted his head to the side, so that his mouth was fitted to her cunt as if those lips were another, mouth which he was passionately French kissing.

He stabbed his tongue as far up her creamy smoldering hole as it would delve. He sucked avidly at the fount, causing her to writhe and squirm even more. He turned his face to and fro in her crotch, until his countenance was soaked with pussy-juice from chin to brow and from ear to ear. His mouth was filling up with the sweet stuff. It flowed over his questing tongue and poured past his sucking lips. He gulped it down voraciously but the more he swallowed, the more her pussy yielded.

Charles was excited by the whole situation. Eating out a creamy pussy was always a joy, but doing it while his wife was asleep and dreaming added a dark twist to the thrill.

He used his fingers to spread her cunt further open, so that his tongue could push deeper up the hole. He rubbed her cunt to a froth. He began to finger-fuck her cunt with three fingers alongside his tongue, while his lips worshipped at the tingling bud of her passion.

His cock was so hard and hot now that it was pushing down into the mattress and levering his haunches up in the air like a crowbar prying under his ass.

But he ignored his cock as he concentrated on tonguing her snatch, paying great attention to details, making sure he was pleasuring her in as many ways as he could think of – labial, lingual, buccal, even dental, as he very tenderly nibbled upon her lust-engorged clit. He blew his hot breath up her cunt; he inhaled back out. His fingers spread a passage for his tongue and he forked out great tonguefuls of cuntjuice, dipping in, spooning, stirring. He was frolicking like a playful porpoise between her slick thighs, gobbling from her hairy cream-bowl with hearty appetite and ravenous gusto.

Marlene moved slowly and sinuously, undulating to the tempo of her rising lust. Her long legs twisted around his head and shoulders and her belly weaved back and forth before his face. Her loins were cupped, her haunches hooked, and as the thrill grew she began to move even more frantically.

Her dream had gone out of focus as the reality of her husband's oral love shoved it aside. The continuity was broken, and a series of fleeting images flitted through her mind. She was a submarine taking torpedoes up her tube; a landing craft loading elongated tanks; a long-range bomber refueling from a fat tube in mid-flight; a naval target into which rocket after rocket sped in fiery flight and explosive contact.

Her eyes opened.

"What…" she murmured, still not aware of where she was or what was happening.

And then, while she was still in a state of confusion somewhere between being asleep and being wide awake, her orgasm reached the peak. She cried out in a long low wail, followed by a series of gasps as her cunt flowed with the lava of lust and erupted with the volcanic power of her climax.

Charles sucked and tongued her creamy feast until he was sure he had pulled every spasm of her orgasm from her loins. Then he raised his head and gazed up at her face along the line of her arched body over the gentle swell of her belly, between the twin hills of her tits.

He was grinning happily.

His cock was in a torment of neglect but he had enjoyed eating her cunt out so much that he ignored that raging rod that was thumping away against the mattress.

Marlene smiled back.

"I… I was dreaming."

"I know."

"You… noticed?"

"Ummm… it must have been a lovely dream… the way your cunt was creaming."

His eyebrows rose.

Marlene knew he wanted her to tell him what she had been dreaming about, but a dream, of an army of horny youths was too close to her waking inclinations for her to reveal it to her husband.

Instead, she gave, a little flutter of her eyelashes and flipped her hips suggestively.

"Why don't you fuck me now?" she said.

The moment he heard that, Charles forgot all about such vague things as dreams. His cock was so hot, he felt as if it were burning a charred patch in the sheet.

He began to move up her body.

He kissed her damp belly and pushed his tongue into her belly button. Moving higher, he ran his tongue around the lower sweep of her fat tits and then circled up, his tongue tracing a spiral trail, as if climbing a winding mountain road toward the prominent peak. He licked her nipples, switching his face back and forth from one to the other. Then he sucked them into his mouth, alternating. The taut tips flared in his lips and she sighed with pleasure, holding her hands to his cheeks and pulling his mouth tight to her tits.

His cock skimmed against her knee and the knob banged against her soft smooth thigh as it crept inexorably toward the V of her loins.

He moved higher.

He kissed Marlene on the lips and his cockhead nestled into her flooded cunt. Her mouth opened and he pushed his tongue in. She sucked on it. She could taste her own cuntjuice on his lips and tongue and it thrilled her. He drew his tongue back and her own tongue followed, entwined with his, into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue in turn.

Then he slipped his cock up her cunt, plowing in all the way with one long rippling stroke that filled her well oiled tunnel with pecker and buried every inch of his vibrant throbbing prick in that soft hot hole.

Although she had come in his mouth only moments before, the instant that Marlene felt her pussy stuffed with cockmeat she began to squirm and squeal with a renewed charge of passion. Her hips rolled, her ass twisted, her pelvis jerked up and down. Charles started to pour the prick to her with volatile energy, fucking her burning cunt with gusto.

Marlene clawed at his shoulders, as if she were trying to physically drag herself onto the heights of sensation.

His cock slammed in, pulled back to the knob and banged in again, his movements as regulated and as steady as a machine – a piston gliding into a lubricated chamber, ball bearings turning with fluid ease, the linkage between them moving her body with his like some intricate erector set with the wheels turning and the gears engaged.

It was a high-compression fuck. Her loins began to steam; his cock was smoking; steady as a locomotive, he chugged in and out.

He soared to the heights. His lust had grown to a frantic state while, neglecting his dick, he tongued her pussy. Now the pent-up load exploded like a bomb, racking his belly and shattering his thighs. His ass recoiled from his tremendous spurt.

He blew a great wad of steaming cum up her pussy and Marlene wailed with joy and came with him in a creamy maelstrom. They slammed together, jerked erratically and then, both spent, collapsed together with contented sighs.

Charles stroked her tit, tenderly but without passion, his loins drained for the moment.

"I'm starving, honey," he said.

Marlene, still enveloped in the mood of lust, misunderstood his meaning.

"Why don't you eat my pussy again?" she said.

Charles laughed.

"No… I meant really starving… for breakfast."

Marlene was surprised. Charles didn't normally eat breakfast. She supposed that all his sexual activity had given him a remarkable appetite or that the hors d'oeuvre of cunt and cuntjuice had sparked his hunger.

"I'll bring you breakfast in bed," she said.

"Would you? That would be great!"

It's the least I can do, after sucking off a shoeshine boy, thought the guilt-ridden wife.

She got up and put a robe on – the same filmy garment which she had worn in order to accidentally give the neighbor boy a look at her pussy, in fact – and padded from the bedroom to make her cuckolded husband some breakfast.

As soon as he heard her go down the stairs, Charles hopped out of bed.

He seldom ate breakfast and he wasn't at all hungry now, but it had been the simplest excuse he could think of to get his wife out of the room.

Charles was eager to look at the photographs of his sleeping wife's creamy cunt.

He went over to the closet and removed them from the pocket of his jacket. He grinned wryly at the thought that he was literally acting like a closet pervert as, standing in the tiny cubicle, he looked at the pictures.

His cock came up like a steam shovel.

He admired the photos for a while, then put them back in the jacket. He would have to find some safe place to keep them – safe, but easily accessible – so that he could look at them and excite himself whenever he chose.

He flirted with the idea of showing them to Marlene.

If she didn't object, he might work the conversation around to other photographic studies – solitary poses, at first and then – his cock thundered at the thought – he might ask her if she would pose with another man while he captured the glorious scene on film.

The concept made him tremble. He was sweating. He could think of nothing more thrilling than taking pictures of Marlene with a strange man, doing everything that two people could possibly do in bed.

If only she would.

But Charles was afraid to suggest it. He was sure that Marlene would be furious and disgusted.

He believed his wife to be pure and faithful. Presently she came back to the bedroom with a tray, and Charles forced himself to eat bacon and eggs, wishing he had told her he was parched for coffee instead of hungry. He watched her as he ate but he couldn't work up the nerve to make the suggestion that he so much longed to make.

He sighed. Well, he simply had to take some photographs that day. He would much rather take pictures of Marlene, but he didn't dare ask, and, he knew another girl [missing text].

He pushed the tray aside.

He said, "I forgot to tell you… I have to run down to the office this afternoon. Some paperwork that has to be finished by Monday morning."

Marlene looked at him and nodded. He noticed that it was a sort of strange glance she had given him, and he hoped that she was not suspicious of his reasons for going out.

But there was no suspicion involved.

Marlene didn't trust herself, rather than not trusting her husband. She had hoped to spend the day with Charles so that she wouldn't be tempted to drive back to the slums and see that shoeshine boy again. She had hoped that her naughtiness of the day before would prove a one-time thing, that once she had acted out her fantasy of seducing a young boy she would be able to resist doing it in the future.

But she knew damn well that if she had to spend the day alone, she was going to start remembering how wonderful it had been to suck that sweet young pecker – and the remembrance was going to make her so hot that she would simply have to finger-fuck herself. And a manual orgasm was not going to be satisfactory – not when young Billy Wilson would be kneeling at his shoeshine box, hoping that Marlene would show up.

But she couldn't tell Charles why she didn't want to be left alone, of course. She would have to fight against the unholy urge – if she only could.

So she just looked at him and nodded.

Charles got dressed. He had a bit of trouble getting his pants zipped up, because his cock kept sticking out of his fly. He left, carrying an empty briefcase. He had another camera that he kept at his office and he left the Polaroid on the dresser, having forgotten it was there.

Marlene didn't notice it.

Her thoughts were elsewhere.