Horny to bed wife

CHAPTER ONE

Stretched Out naked on her king-sized bed, Sally Anderson ran her hands over her tall sleek body. Her skin was silky and warm, very pleasant to touch. She pretended her husband Jim was caressing her, trailing his hands from her big firm tits down to the springy curls of her bush.

"Mmmmm, yessss," she sighed.

Jim would be home soon, but meanwhile she could fantasize about him. She rubbed her palms over her large cone-shaped red nipples and felt them go stiff and throbbing. When her nipples were fully erect, she ran her hands down to her dark triangular bush and pressed the pouting mound beneath. Hot cream leaked from the mouth of her hungry twat.

She'd been feeling so horny lately, but never more horny than tonight. She and Jim just hadn't found much time for fucking the last couple of months. Sally was a registered nurse, Jim was a doctor, and often their heavy schedules interfered with their sex life. Tonight Sally hoped they could make up for lost time. She was way overdue for a long hard fuck.

She slid off the bed and strolled over to the full-length bedroom mirror. It reflected a lovely young woman of twenty-six, tall, with shining brown hair that fell below her shoulders. She had a slender but curvy body, great long legs, and large tits that thrust out firmly. Sally knew she was a very sexy lady. She just wished Jim appreciated that fact a little more. Maybe after seven years the magic was going out of their marriage.

She opened the closet and took out the sexy negligee she'd bought especially for this evening. It was floor-length, black and semi-sheer, showing the outline of her luscious body and the shadows of her bush and nipples. The gown was guaranteed to arouse any man under ninety. She slipped it on and admired herself in the mirror. Just then she heard Jim's key in the lock of their apartment door.

Sally strolled out into the living room just in time to see her handsome thirty-year-old husband toss his jacket onto the couch and sink into a chair.

"Jesus,'" he sighed, "I'm bushed."

"Poor baby," Sally cooed, brushing up against his arm, "would you like something to eat?"

"No thanks," he said, "I caught some dinner in the cafeteria. But a martini would be nice."

"Of course, darling," Sally said.

She wiggled her hips as she strolled to the portable bar, and she undulated her body when she returned, but Jim seemed to be looking right through her. She handed him his drink and perched on the arm of his chair, running her fingers through his thick auburn hair. She could tell that his mind was far away on something else.

"Rough day?" she asked

"Uh-huh," he said. "How about turning on the tube? I think there's a baseball game."

Oh, super, Sally thought in disgust.

She turned on the TV and went to the bedroom to read. She wasn't interested in baseball, and she definitely wasn't interested in watching Jim watch baseball. All she cared about was getting some relief for the nagging need in her pussy. She waited patiently, until she was positive that nine innings had passed, and still Jim didn't come to bed. She returned to the living room and found him sound asleep in his chair.

"Fabulous," she sighed.

"Huh?" Jim exclaimed, waking with a start.

"It's bedtime, lover," Sally sighed. "Come on, before you get a cramp in your neck." She turned out the lights as Jim plodded to the bedroom.

She watched him hungrily as he undressed. He was really well built, six feet tall, broad-shouldered and lean. His body was well-muscled and hairy. Sally felt scalding juice leaking from her famished cunt and dribbling down her inner thighs as her naked husband got into bed. She pulled off her negligee and crawled in beside him.

Jim started to reach for the bedside lamp, but Sally snuggled up to him and kissed him, darting her hot little tongue into his mouth.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she said huskily.

"That's nice, honey," he yawned, "but I've gotta get some sleep." He turned out the light and rolled away from her.

"Jim," Sally said distinctly, "we haven't fucked in three weeks."

"Uh-huh," he muttered, already falling asleep.

Sally didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Jim really knew how to make a girl feel sexy! She'd practically thrown herself at him, and he'd yawned in her face. Now he was snoring, and she was lying there aching with lust. Her pussy was swollen and red-hot, and her starved twat just wouldn't quit leaking that hot sticky juice. She was dying to be fucked, but obviously Jim wasn't going to help her out.

"Damn it all," she sighed.

She didn't want to masturbate. It always made her feel like a guilty little kid. But she had to get some relief for her lust or go crazy. She rolled far over to her side of the bed and slid a hand between her legs. Her pussy was blazing hot, engorged, and very wet. She rubbed the puffed flesh and sighed with longing.

Even the slightest touch of her fingers against her swollen gash gave her a shiver of pleasure. But what she really wanted was her husband's big stiff cock. Moaning softly, she slipped one stiff finger up the velvety little tunnel of her cunt. Her finger wasn't half as big as Jim's cock. She slid a second finger into her seething box.

Better, but still not big enough. Sally shoved a third stiff finger up her cunt. That was more like it. The three bunched fingers felt like a huge hard prick. She began to jerk them in a rough cock-like motion, and she felt hot blasts of pleasure radiating from her cunt and ripping through her steaming pussy.

"Ahhhhh, yes," she moaned.

She knew Jim wouldn't hear her, no matter how loud she got. She moaned, sighed and gurgled with pleasure as she finger-fucked herself. God knows she needed the release, after nearly a month without sex. She'd even refrained from masturbating, hoping she and Jim could get together. Well, she could see now that there was no point in waiting for Jim. If she wanted to get off, she'd have to do it herself.

As she eagerly pistoned her bunched fingers in her heavily juicing cunt, she wondered what was the matter with Jim lately. It used to be that if he was horny, he'd always find a way for them to get together. Now he wasn't horny, or he was just too tired to fuck. Even on their few nights at home together, he preferred TV to pussy. It was becoming maddening for Sally.

Well, she wouldn't worry about it tonight. She had to work tomorrow, too, and she needed her rest. Sometime tomorrow she'd get Jim alone and demand that they talk out their problem-or rather his problem. Right now she was just going to have fun. She pumped her stiff fingers faster and harder in her molten-hot cunt and felt the pleasure building in her pussy until she could hardly stand it.

"Unnnnhhh, so damned good," she whimpered.

She lay on her back, bent legs lolling wide open, just the way she liked to lie when Jim fucked her. She liked to open herself to him completely, taking his steel-hard cock as deep as she could. Now she plowed her fingers all the way to her womb, stuffing her cunt with the hard meat, pretending Jim was fucking her.

"Yessss, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she hissed.

She frigged herself faster, panting and whimpering with ecstasy. She hadn't realized just how badly she needed to come, how desperately she needed to be fucked. Damn Jim anyway! Maybe he never got horny any more, but she sure did. She pumped her fingers with lightning-like speed and felt herself spinning over the edge into a body-rocking climax.

"Ahhhh, GOD! AAAHHHHH!" she wailed.

She went on wailing as her body shook and rocked in violent pleasurespasms, but she didn't even disturb the rhythm of Jim's snoring. Afterwards she fell asleep easily, for the first time in weeks. All she'd needed was to come Why couldn't Jim realize that? And just what was turning him off sex? Tomorrow they'd definitely have to have a talk.

Sally and Jim worked at the same metropolitan hospital and often worked on the same floor, but Sally was so busy the next morning, she just didn't have a chance to talk to her husband. Finally in late afternoon she had time for a break, and she asked one of the orderlies if he'd seen Dr. Anderson. The man said, yes, he'd just seen Jim going into the sup-ply room.

Sally hurried to the, supply room and walked' in silent in her nursing shoes. She'd been trained to walk quietly and not to disturb her patients with unnecessary noise. That was why Jim didn't hear her when she came in. He didn't even notice her, and neither did Nurse Benson. But then he and Benson were pretty busy kissing and pawing each other. They were totally preoccupied.

Sally had just enough sense left to duck behind a linen shelf. Then she slumped against a wall and seethed with rage. No wonder Jim hadn't been interested in fucking lately. He was probably all fucked out with Benson. When Sally had gotten her anger down to the simmering point, she peeked out from behind the shelf to see what was happening.

"My God," Nurse Benson sighed, "one more hour and I'd have gone crazy."

"Me, too, baby," Jim said hoarsely, "I've been horny for you all day."

So he could get horny alter all! Sally seethed with jealousy as she watched. Not that she could blame him for getting turned on-Irene Benson was built like a brick shithouse. She had tits the size of watermelons, and they stuck out firmly under her prim uniform. She was a brassy blonde, always flirting and joking with the doctors, and it was suspected that she'd been fucking more than a few of them.

But Sally had never dreamed that one of Benson's lovers would be Jim. She watched in an agony of rage and envy as they started taking off their clothes. Irene's bra looked about ready to burst with its huge load. She unhooked it and dropped it on the floor, and her enormous tits wobbled into their natural firm thrust. Her' big Pink nipples were stiff with arousal.

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her skimpy lace panties and inched the little garment down teasingly. Jim's eyes were glued to her crotch. Gradually the golden-blonde pussy hairs popped into view, and finally she'd uncovered her whole thick bush. She let her panties slither down her legs, then kicked them away.

His eyes still focused hungrily on her wide glossy bush, Jim dropped his pants and shorts. Sally saw something she hadn't seen in almost a monthher husband's rock-hard, eight-inch dick. In spite of her anger, scalding juice squirted from her famished cunt at the sight of that fantastic hardon,.

"Mmmmm, for me?" Irene Benson purred.

"All for you, baby," Jim rasped.

Bastard! Sally thought angrily. Rotten sonofabitch!

All these weeks he'd been telling her how hard he'd worked and how tired he was-just too tired to fuck. Well, he clearly wasn't too busy or too tired to fuck Irene. Now she walked to him, her huge ripe tits quivering, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. Jim flushed with lust and leaned back against a shelf. Irene fisted the thick hairy base of his bloated cock and started pumping it.

"Yeah, baby, yeah," Jim moaned.

Irene's wet red tongue flashed out, and she started licking the big purple head of his cock. She swirled her tongue all over the gleaming bulb of flesh. Jim shivered and moaned, and big globs of cream started to leak from his piss hole. Irene hungrily lapped up the oozing juice, rolled it on her tongue to savor the taste, and then swallowed it. Watching, Jim was going out of his mind with arousal.

"Yeah, baby, eat all that juice," he panted.

Sally clutched the shelf and stifled her sighs of envy and lust. Jim hardly ever let her play with his cock any more. He was either in a hurry to get his rocks off, or he wasn't even interested in making love. But he was loving every second of it as Irene pumped and tongued his engorged prick. He juiced heavily, and she gobbled up every drop of the hot salty cream.

"Mmmmm," she sighed. "Mmmmmmmmm"

Sally felt molten cream oozing from her cunt and soaking through the crotch of her panties. She was furious with Jim, achingly jealous of Irene, yet at the same time she was getting ragingly horny from watching them together. She ached to be in Irene's place, fisting and tasting her husband's big drooling prick. It must have been two years at least since she'd gone down on him.

Sally remembered how excited that used to make her, how turned on she got when she curled her fingers around his hotly throbbing dick and lapped up the salty cream that dribbled from his piss hole. Hot saliva rushed to her mouth as she thought about it, and more steaming cunt cream gushed through the crotch of her panties. She was furious with her husband. If he wanted a blow job so badly, why didn't he ask her for one?

But Sally was afraid she knew the answer. They'd been married for seven years now, and Jim was probably getting bored with the same old thing. He probably wanted some adventure, some novelty. And he was certainly getting it with Irene. She was noisily tonguing his cock as if she was starved for his juice. Soon she'd cleaned the whole head of his prick and was drilling his piss hole for more.

"Shit, yeah," Jim growled, "go for it, baby, get all that juice."

Irene worked the slick pointed tip of her tongue into his creaming cock cleft and reamed out more delicious juice. Jim slumped against the linen shelf, his body flushed with arousal, his eyes hot and glassy with horniness. Sally hadn't seen him so turned on in years. His big hairy nut sac was hugely swollen, crowding the space between his thighs. Suddenly Irene popped the engorged head of his cock into her mouth.

"Shit, yeah. SUCK!" he yelped.

Now sticky cunt cream was soaking through Sally's panties and running down her legs. She wanted to be in Irene's place so badly, she could have screamed. The eager blonde stuffed half of Jim's thick eight-incher into her boiling mouth and began sucking on it greedily and noisily, making an obscene slurping sound that echoed through the windowless supply room.

"Mmmmm," Irene moaned.

"Shit, you suck cock good," Jim panted.

He'd never said that to Sally, but then he'd hardly said anything to her when they made love. This was a different Jim, lewd and liberated and powerfully turned on. Sally realized she hadn't excited him like that in years. He was losing control of himself, starting to fuck Irene's mouth. He pistoned his big hard cock over her slick tongue and butted the back of her throat.

"Can't hold out much longer," he gasped.

Irene drew back immediately, and his enormous spit-soaked cock snapped from her lips, splatting loudly against his belly. She eyed his prick hungrily and got dizzily to her feet. Not taking her eyes off his steel-stiff boner, she backed up until she was leaning agaunst a shelf. She spread her legs wide, showing her soaked red slit and its thick fringe of golden curls.

"Jesus, fuck me," she said hoarsely, "fuck me right away, Jim."

There was no place for them to lie down except the cold hard tile floor. Irene remained standing, leaning against the shelf with her legs eagerly spread. Jim hurried to her, his heavy cock wagging stiffly. He crouched slightly, fisted his bloated dick, then crammed the big hard head into Irene's cunt. She. gave a hoarse moan.

"Oh, my God! YES?" she cried. "Get into me!"

At that point Sally could have wept with jealousy. Irene was getting exactly what she needed, what she'd been craving for-Jim's magnificent rockhard prick. She watched in an agony of longing as he crammed his wrist-thick boner up another woman's hungry wet cunt. Irene gurgled and whimpered in ecstasy as she got every inch of his engorged fuck tool.

"Unnnhhhh, yesss! Give me that big hard cock!" Irene whimpered. "Cram me full of it!"

Jim shoved until his bloated coarse-haired balls slammed her slit. Then he cupped the lustily writhing globes of her ass, got a good grip, and started fucking her in quick hard jabs. Irene's eyes rolled, then closed in bliss, as she took his rough deep fucking. Thick pearly juice overflowed her crammed box and gushed down her thighs.

"Unnnhhh! UNNHHHH!" she moaned.

"Am I fucking you good, baby?" Jim leered.

"Oh, Christ, yes," Irene sobbed, "I love your big hard cock, baby! I