Horny to bed wife

CHAPTER THREE

Jim worked late again that evening, and when he got home, Sally turned on the TV for him and served him a martini without a murmur. She didn't come on to him, and she didn't remind him that they hadn't fucked in a month. She just gave him a peck on the cheek and went to bed with a good book.

If Jim wanted to make love to her, he'd have to make the first move. Never again would she make a fool of herself trying to seduce her own husband when he was getting all the fucking he needed from another woman. No, she'd find other ways of satisfying her need-with other men. And there was one particular man she had in mind.

Phil Rogers, a distinguished surgeon in his mid-forties, had been after Sally ever since she started to work at the hospital. Sally found him an attractive and interesting man, but she'd gently turned away all his approaches. Now, things were different.

The next day, when she passed Phil in the corridor of the hospital, she gave him a dazzling smile. He hadn't come on to her in a few weeks. Maybe he'd given up. But he really brightened when she smiled at him, and he hurried over to walk with her. He was tall and silver-haired and well-built. She could hardly wait to hop into bed with him.

"Good morning, beautiful," Phil grinned, "you're looking especially nice today."

"How nice of you to say so, Doctor," Sally purred. "I was just going for some coffee. Want to join me?"

No doctor of Roger's status ever had time for coffee, but he made time. And when they'd finished their coffee break, Sally had accepted Phil's longstanding invitation to drop over to his apartment for an after-work cocktail. The rest of the day seemed to drag, but finally it was five o'clock. Instead of taking the bus home as she usually did, Sally met Phil in the parking garage.

Phil was divorced, very popular with the ladies, and he had a little red sports car to match his image. He took Sally to his lavishly furnished penthouse apartment. The fantastic view of the city made her gawk. While Phil mixed a pitcher of martinis, she glanced around the apartment. Every item of furniture testified to the man's wealth.

But of course it wasn't his money Sally was interested in. She wanted to see if he could come through on all those not-very-subtle propositions he'd made her. She accepted a martini, and they sat on the massive couch in front of the picture window. The strong drink quickly got to Sally; and she felt warm, relaxed, and very lusty. She didn't say a word when Phil moved so close that their thighs touched.

"I'm curious," he said. "why did you finally accept my invitation? I'd about given up hope."

"Things change in a marriage," Sally said.

"Don't I know it," Phil sighed. "Okay, I guess that's all the answer I need. Jim's loss is my gain."

He set aside their drinks and started kissing her, long sensuous kisses that made her writhe with horniness. He worked his tongue deeply and sensuously in her mouth, and he ran his hands up and down her curvy body. At last he rested his hands on her firm thrusting tits, gently squeezing them through her uniform.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." Sally murmured.

Phil was a fantastic kisser. If he fucked as well as he kissed, it was going to be a terrific evening for Sally. She lolled back against the couch and let him kiss her and fondle her tits. Her pussy grew hot as a blast furnace, and her hungry cunt leaked thick streams of juice that soaked right through her panties. She shivered with lust as she felt Phil unbuttoning her uniform.

She didn't protest or act modest. She was too horny to play games.

Phil got her uniform open and tugged it down to her waist. He had her bra off in no time at all. He ogled her luscious big tits, then dived for them, lashing his big wet tongue all over her sensitive hot flesh. He cupped and hoisted her tits, bringing them up to his greedy mouth, then clamped his lips around her left nipple and started to suck.

"Ahhhhhhhh, God! Yesss!" Sally hissed.

She loved having her tits sucked. Her large nipples were extremely sensitive, and with each greedy suck she felt a hot jolt of pleasure that rippled all the way down to her swelling slit. By the time Phil finished sucking her left tit, her panty crotch was completely drenched with pussy cream.

He dived for her right nipple and gave it the same treatment, sucking it from a soft cone into a long rigid bud. Sally was practically coming in her panties by the time he finished. He was taking his time with her, giving her the most exquisite foreplay, and arousing her to a fever pitch of desire-things her husband never bothered to do any more.

When he'd sucked both her big pink nipples into erections, he unbuttoned the rest of her uniform and slipped it off, leaving her in just her black lace bikini panties. He eased her down on the couch, then slipped her panties off and ogled the pretty dark triangle of her bush. Sally felt completely at ease with him, thanks to the martinis, and she gave him an inviting smile as she lay there naked.

Phil smiled back and draped one of her long shapely legs up over the back of the couch. He arranged the other leg to dangle off the seat. Sally's moist pink slit was completely exposed to the light of the room. When he had her arranged in that obscene posture, Phil stood up and started to undress. As he removed his clothes, he never took his eyes off her pussy.

Sally had never been watched like that, and she found it wickedly arousing. She knew he could see everything, from her engorged little clit down to the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. He could see the thick pearly cream oozing from her aroused twat and dribbling down the crack of her ass. He stared at her slit and at her swollen stiff-nippled tits.

Meanwhile Sally watched him. He was superbly built. He must have done regular workouts. His body was tanned, his broad chest thickly matted with silver hairs. As he lowered his pants, she saw that the crotch of his jockey shorts was hugely tented. He tugged down his shorts, and his seven-inch prick snapped free of the confinement, wagging stiffly before him. Sally stared at his cock and licked her lips.

Phil approached the couch again, crawling between Sally's widely parted legs and lying down on his belly. His face was within an inch of her darkfringed slit. She felt his hot breath fanning her eager pussy, and another molten flood of cream burst from her cunt. Phil stuck out his tongue and lapped up the tangy cream, swallowing it with a greedy gurgling sound.

"Ooooooooooh," Sally squealed.

"You like having your pussy licked?" he asked hoarsely.

"I love it," she sighed.

"Good," he grinned, "because it happens to be my favorite thing to do."

He wasn't kidding. He went after her musky pussy cream like he was starved for it, snorting and snuffling around in her wet gash, snaking his tongue into every creamy fold of her slit. It all felt delicious to Sally, and she lay back and gurgled happily, completely submissive to him. she could have enjoyed his expert pussy eating for hours and not gotten tired of it.

"Ahhhhhhh, Phil, that's so nice;" she sighed.

"I'm just getting started," he assured her.

He folded back the dark-furred lips of her cunt and isolated the peasize lump of her clit. it was the most sensitive organ of her body, and even the hot fanning of his breath gave her jolts of pleasure. Then he used the stiff tip of his tongue to tickle her joy button, and she squealed and creamed heavily.

"Eeeeeeeee!" she shrieked; "Yesss! Lick meeee!"

Phil expertly tongue-lashed her hotly pulsating joy button, giving her breathtaking pleasure, and the little bud responded fast to his tonguing. Her clit swelled, becoming engorged and stiff and twice as sensitive. Sally dug her nails into the couch and whimpered with ecstasy.

"Unnnhhhh, Phil, that's so good," she moaned, "you're gonna make me come."

Phil could have brought her off at any second, but he took his time, lapping up her tangy cunt cream and savoring it. He swirled the tip of his tongue slowly and sensuously around the stiff shaft of her clit, and she whimpered with lusty excitement. He whipped his stiff tongue tip faster and faster around the violently throbbing shaft of her clit.

"Unnnhhhhh, God!" Sally moaned.

She slowly arched her body upward, shoving her greedy clit firmly against his swirling tongue. Thick molten cream was gushing from her cunt and flooding down the cleft of her ass. She couldn't control that hot heavy creaming. Then suddenly Phil clamped his lips around her clit and started to suck it. The pleasure was so powerful, Sally almost shot off the couch.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she wailed.

She felt herself spinning rapidly and helplessly towards orgasm. Never had she had her pussy eaten so deliciously and so expertly. She screwed her eyes shut, and her pretty face twisted in a grimace of ecstasy. Phil sucked hard and loud on her engorged clit, and the pleasure built in her pussy until her whole body seemed to explode with it.

"Oooooooooh, you did it! I'm coming!" she howled.

As her tall body began to convulse in climax, Phil shoved his hands under her churning ass and got a good grip, holding her pussy in place. He went on noisily and greedily sucking at her clit as she came, gulping down her musky come. His hungry sucking made her orgasm unusually prolonged and intense. At last she went limp and gasping, and Phil came up for air, his face smeared with her sticky cream.

"My God, Phil, that was fantastic!" Sally sighed.

"Well, I do have other skills besides surgery," he grinned.

"I can't understand why your wife would leave a guy who eats pussy like that," Sally said wonderingly.

Phil gave a big sigh. "My wife didn't like sex in any way, shape or form," he said, "but since my divorce I've been making up for lost time."

"So I gathered," Sally giggled.

He grinned, then nosed into her steaming pussy again. She flinched and squealed as he began rimming the tight little mouth of her cunt with the stiff pointed tip of his tongue. Slowly but steadily he worked his tongue inside her, easing it up her cunt as he licked and probed. Sally lay there gurgling with excitement as she felt her cunt slowly being stuffed with the slippery hot meat. At last it was throbbing against every inch of her gripping cuntal tube.

"Ahhhhhhh, my God! Your tongue feels so good in me!"

But it was going to feel even better. Still firmly cupping the hot globes of her ass, Phil began to piston his long stiff tongue in her cunt, jerking it up and down in cock-like motions. There was nothing Sally liked better than to be tongue-fucked. She responded with squeals, shrieks, and helpless creaming as he reamed her twat with his thick tongue.

"Yessss! Do it to me! Do it to me!" she babbled. Vaguely she realized that she ought to be home making Jim's dinner-but to hell with that! She'd think up some excuse. No way did she want to be back at the apartment watching Jim doze off in front of the tube, when she could be here taking Phil's deep-plowing tongue in her famished little fuck hole. Her evenings were going to be a lot different from now on.

She arched her body and greedily rubbed her swollen clit against the jerking base of his tongue. The rest of his tongue was stuffed into her molten pussy hole, pumping and probing. She creamed all over his big thick tongue, and the hot juice overflowed her crammed twat and splattered his face. With all that delicious stimulation, it wasn't long before she was once again quivering on the very edge of orgasm.

"Ooooooh, Phil! Give it to me!" she squealed. "Make me come!"

Phil responded instantly, pounding his big stiff tongue up and down in her greedily clinging cunt. Sally screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy and clawed at the couch as the hot pleasure built in her pussy. She tightened her twat around his plowing tongue, creating hot friction-and then she was over the edge, her body violently rocking and bucking. Phil couldn't seem to get enough of her fiery-hot pussy. He kept right on tongue-fucking her as she came, and Sally shrieked with pleasure as he reamed her spasming pussy and scooped out her molten come-juice. She hadn't come so powerfully in years. Finally, after almost a minute, she went limp and panting, and Phil raised his cream-soaked face from her gash.

"My God, Phil, you're spoiling me," Sally sighed. "Isn't there something I can do for you?"

"There's something we can do for each other," he leered. "Come here."

He rolled onto his back. Sally crouched over him in the sixty-nine position, her steaming pink slit practically in his face, and her head poised right over his stiff-standing cock. She ogled his prick hungrily. His cock was a beauty, seven inches of smooth wrist-thick meat. She felt hot saliva rushing to her mouth as she ogled his hard-on. Then she felt Phil's searing wet tongue lashing her gash.

"Mmmmmmmm, yes!" she gasped.

Now she was in a position to return the favor. While he tongue-whipped her swollen pussy, she dipped her head, stuck out her tongue, and started licking hard and hungrily all over the engorged purple head of his cock. Phil gasped and shivered with pleasure, and big glistening drops of juice oozed from his piss hole. Sally lapped them up with the tip of her tongue and greedily gulped them down.

"Yeah, baby, lick my cock," Phil rasped.

Sally hungrily swirled her tongue around and around the big knob of his cock, lapping up his salty juice as fast as it oozed from his prick cleft. She found herself literally drooling on the head of his cock, she was so hungry for his cream.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, "Mmmm! Uuummmmm!"

Suddenly she felt the most wicked and delicious sensation, one she'd never felt before. Phil was deliberately swirling his hot wet tongue around the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole. She was unprepared for how wildly exciting it felt. She creamed heavily, the molten juice gushing down her thighs. Again she drooled all over Phil's creaming cock head.

Now he was using the stiff tip of his tongue to rim the little clenched mouth of her shitter. Sally squealed with excitement. She relaxed the puckered opening, inviting his tongue inside. He began to stab the stiff tip in and out of her eager little brownie, and she felt almost unbearable pleasure as his slick tongue penetrated her asshole.

"Ooooooooooh!" she squealed.

"You like that?" he panted.

"My God, yes!" she moaned. "Keep doing it, Phil. I could get off that way, I just know it."

Phil grasped her lustily writhing hips and started plowing his tongue hard up her ass. The slick little tunnel didn't offer much resistance. Sally relaxed her shitter, wanting to take his spearing tongue as deep as she could. Soon he was cramming it right to the root in her sensitive brownie, giving her incredible blasts of pleasure.

"Ahhhhhhh, yesss! That's so damned good!" she whined.

She didn't think she'd ever felt anything so delicious and arousing as Phil's long slippery tongue probing deep and hard into her shitter. She felt herself spinning fast towards another climax. In her wild excitement she fisted the thick hairy base of Phil's cock and stuffed the rest into her boiling-hot mouth.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh," she heard him moan.

That was about all the noise he could make with his tongue stuffed deep in her asshole, but she could tell how wildly aroused he was. His piss hole oozed thick streams of juice that dribbled onto her tongue, and his cock throbbed violently in her mouth. She sucked loudly and hungrily on his tasty dick while he reamed and probed her aroused brownie with his long hot tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm."

She was suctioning the hot salty cream out of his piss hole and rolling it on her tongue. As his excitement mounted, Phil tongue-fucked her ass harder and harder. Suddenly she felt herself starting to come, her convulsing shitter squeezing his tongue. She whimpered and moaned as she came, and she sucked ravenously on his cock.

Then Phil was whipping his tongue out of her ass and rolling her onto her back.

"I wanta fuck you!" he panted. "I been wanting to fuck you for months!"

Without waiting for a reply, he threw himself onto her and crammed his steel-hard cock up her cunt.

"Unnnhhhhh, yes, get into me," Sally moaned. "Fuck me, Phil, fuck the living shit out of me!"

"Exactly what I had in mind," he growled.

If his foreplay was kinky and experimental, his fucking was very basic-just what Sally was craving. He fucked into her pussy in a steady hard rhythm, cramming her eager cunt with his thick hard cock. She gurgled ecstatically and fucked right back at him, slamming her slippery cuntal tube up and down the granite-hard column of his cock.

"Unnnhhh, yes, you big bastard! Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me as hard as you can!"

They were both too aroused by now to hold out much longer. They fucked each other like animals, faster and faster, and the couch creaked and shuddered. Sally bared her teeth in a wide grimace of pleasure as Phil's jack-hammering cock pounded her into yet another body-wracking climax. Just as she started coming, she felt the first steaming blast of his jizz against her womb.

"Awwwwwwww! Christ, aaaaggghhhh!" he bellowed.

"Cream me, Phil! Fuck!" she walled.

They writhed and convulsed together for long delicious moments before rolling apart.

Then they finished the martinis and chatted like old friends. There was no question of getting heavily involved with each other. Theirs was a plain and simple lust for each other's body, and they'd satisfied it.

When Sally got home, Jim was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich.

"Where were you?" he demanded.

"Out shopping and seeing some friends," Sally said calmly. "You almost always eat at the cafeteria, Jim, so I didn't seen any point in coming home and cooking."

"I guess you're right," he said apologetically. "I'm not home enough for you to bother with cooking. I'm sorry, Sal-I guess that goes with being a doctor's wife."

And so does fucking Nurse Benson, Sally thought bitterly.