Housewife in heat

CHAPTER TWO

Mona awoke to find herself alone in bed. Jerry had gotten up at the crack of dawn to get started on his haul. Now she faced a whole week without sex, and just thinking about it made her achingly horny.

She didn't want to just ramble around the apartment feeling lonely and lusty, so she put on some old jeans and a jersey and got out her scrub bucket. She vowed to wash down the place from ceilings to floors, if only that would keep her mind off the burning need in her pussy. She'd been scrubbing away furiously for about an hour when the doorbell rang.

Peering through the peephole, Mona saw that her caller was Stan Meyers, their landlord. Stan always came around personally to collect the rent each month. He was a handsome man of about forty, lean and tan, with black hair graying at the temples. Mona had always liked him, and she opened the door and let him in with a smile.

"You've come to gouge more money out of us, I suppose," she teased.

"That's right," Stan joked. "Either pay up, or I'll have you thrown out in the snow."

"All right, Stan," Mona laughed, "just a second. Jerry left me some money in an envelope in the bedroom." She went for the money and counted out enough for the rent.

"Jerry's not here?" Stan asked as she handed him the money.

"No," Mona sighed, "he's gone on another haul – a whole week this time. I'm just keeping as busy as I can, so I won't think about it." She indicated her scrub bucket and sponge.

"Well, that's a helluva note," Stan said soothingly. "There ought to be more pleasant ways to occupy your mind."

Mona could think of one right away – but unfortunately her husband and his tireless big cock were hundreds of miles away. "This is the best I can think of," she sighed.

Stan slipped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. "Poor baby," he said, "a girl as beautiful as you shouldn't be all alone with her scrub bucket."

Mona felt an unaccountable rush of lust as she leaned against Stan's tall hard body. She'd never been attracted to another man before, and at first she couldn't understand what had made her suddenly dizzy with horniness. Then she realized that for more than a year she'd felt sexually starved. Naturally she was going to be turned on to the first new man who touched her.

Stan must have felt something, too, because he didn't let go of her as fast as he should have. Both of them seemed paralyzed with indecision. Mona was a married woman. Stan and Jerry were good friends. But at the same time, Mona and Stan had always secretly been attracted to each other. Mona's thoughts became a blur, and she felt her hungry pussy swelling up and getting hot and wet.

"Oh, Jesus," Stan said hoarsely, "I just can't resist."

He tilted Mona's chin up and kissed her on the mouth. Her lust flared up like a brush fire in the wind, making her weak-kneed and trembling. She melted against him and let him slide his hot wet tongue deep into her mouth. She and Jerry hadn't kissed in weeks, she realized, and Stan was a very exciting kisser. She felt sizzling pussy juice soaking the crotch of her panties.

Stan pulled her tighter against him, and her tender mound encountered a huge rock-hard bulge. Stan had an enormous hard-on for her! More scalding juice gushed from her starved cunt mouth and drenched her panty crotch. Mona struggled to regain her self-control, but all she could think about was Stan's prick, stiff and hard and ready for action.

"Oh, my God, Stan!" she gasped, pulling back. "What are we doing? We have to think of Jerry."

Stan's eyes were hot with lust, his face flushed. "What Jerry doesn't know can't hurt him," he said. "And we want each other. Come on, Mona, admit it – you'd like me to fuck you."

Mona blushed hotly. "Oh, God, it's true," she said miserably. "I love Jerry, but things haven't been too great that way lately. I don't know what to do, Stan."

He put his arms around her again. "You have to look for other solutions," he said. "You won't know if you've found one till you try."

"But Jerry…" she began.

"Forget Jerry," Stan said.

That wasn't hard to do, because suddenly Stan was picking her up and carrying her to the couch. Mona felt limp with need, her pussy aching and swollen. Maybe Stan was right. Jerry couldn't be hurt by something he didn't know about. Stan laid her down on the couch, stretched out beside her, and pushed her jersey up over her bra.

"I've always wondered if those fantastic knockers were for real," he said.

There wasn't much doubt about it now. Mona's big tits looked ready to explode from her tiny bikini bra. Stan quickly reached behind her and unhooked the bra, then pushed it up out of the way. Her huge pale tits wobbled from their confinement and stood perfectly firm, the nipples big and red and cone-shaped.

"Beautiful," Stan said hoarsely. "Jerry's a lucky bastard."

He cupped the huge heavy melons and hoisted them, feeling their weight. He began to mold and squeeze her tits, and Mona felt hot jolts of pleasure streaking right down to her swollen slit. She knew she ought to tell him to stop, but she needed a man's touch so badly, she lust couldn't bear to make this scene end. Jerry's brief foreplay had never satisfied her. She needed a lot more attention.

And Stan seemed delighted to take his time with her. In contrast to Jerry's brief attention to her tits, Stan prolonged the fun, squeezing big fistfuls of hot silky tit-flesh and running this thumbs back and forth over her soft red nipples. By now Jerry was used to the incredible size and luscious shape of her tits, but Stan treated them like a brand-new toy. His hot eager hands played all over the tender globes, making Mona quiver with pleasure.

Suddenly he dipped his head and began licking her big red nipples. Mona gasped – this was something Jerry never did to her, and it felt delicious. Stan's tongue was scalding hot and slippery-wet on her highly sensitive nipples. The soft cones quickly responded to his hungry licking, springing into stiffness, getting long and hard and throbbing.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Mona cried, "that feels so good!"

Stan seized one long rigid nipple between his lips and tucked it into his mouth. Mona felt her hotly aroused cunt spurting another big rush of juice. Stan's mouth was boiling hot and deliciously juicy around her tender nipple, and his hungry sucking felt dizzily exciting to her. She quivered and creamed helplessly as he sucked noisily on her big tit.

"Oooooooo," she squealed. "Ooooooo!"

Hot blasts of pleasure streaked from her nipple to her gushing pussy. She couldn't control herself – and there wasn't any reason why she should. Stan obviously didn't care if she screamed with pleasure or writhed in hot excitement. In fact the more she squealed and quivered, the harder and faster he sucked her nipple. Mona clawed the couch and felt the crotch of her jeans being drenched with cunt cream.

Stan let her long juice-soaked nipple pop from his mouth and dived for the other one, sucking it greedily and loudly. The knowledge that she didn't have to guard her sounds or her movements made Mona hotly excited. With Stan she could let it all out and be the honestly lusty woman she wanted to be. She gurgled with pleasure as he sucked hungrily on her tit.

"Oh, my God, Stan, that feels great," she moaned.

When Stan had had his fill of sucking and tasting her big swollen tits, he reached for the zipper of her jeans. This was her last chance to beg off, her last chance to stay faithful to her husband. And she knew she wasn't going to take it. She was too agonizingly horny. And she just had to find out how it would be to fuck another man. Maybe there was something she was missing.

Stan got her jeans unzipped and quickly tugged them off, leaving her in just her tiny black bikini panties. He seized the panties and almost tore them in his haste to pull them off. Mona lifted her luscious round ass to assist him, and then for the first time she was naked in front of another man besides Jerry. She felt far from embarrassed. It excited the hell out of her to have Stan ogling her tall big-titted body.

"Christ, you're gorgeous," he said hoarsely. "Hold that pose for me, baby, and I'll be right with you."

He stood up and began to undress. Mona lay there with her legs slightly parted, moist red pussy fish showing below the thick brown triangle of her bush Stan eyed her crotch and licked his lips. Her eyes were glued to him as he took off his clothes.

Jerry was the only man she'd ever seen naked, and her lusty curiosity grew by the second.

She admired Stan's lean, fur-thatched chest and hard-muscled arms. He dropped his pants and she saw that the fly of his jockey shorts was obscenely tented by his rigid cock. She watched breathlessly as he tugged down his shorts. His prick looked gorgeous to her, seven inches of thick stiff-standing meat capped with a big knobby purple head. He moved toward the couch and his cock was so swollen it barely swayed.

Mona gawked helplessly at his handsome rigid cock. She could see glistening bubbles of juice leaking from his dark slit of a pinhole. Her eyes darted hungrily to his balls. The big sac was thickly furred with black hairs and was as taut and bloated as his dick. He slid into the couch beside her, and she quivered and creamed.

Stan slid his hand down over the lush dark curls of her bush and wedged it between her legs. His finger deftly sought out the slick little bud of her clit. With that one stiff finger he started frigging her, rubbing his fingertip back and forth over her highly sensitive joy button. Mona felt instant pleasure ripping through her pussy. "Oooooo, yesssss!" she gasped.

She opened her legs wider, giving him plenty of room to work. Stan really knew what he was doing. He gave just the right amount of speed and pressure to his frigging. Mona slumped back on the couch and gurgled and writhed. Why couldn't Jerry do something like this to her? He never prepared her for fucking, never attempted to arouse her. He just jumped onto her and got his rocks off, the bastard.

But all thoughts of Jerry quickly faded from her mind as Stan's expert frigging got her more and more excited. She knew she was creaming all over his finger, drenching it with her scalding pussy juice, but there was nothing she could do about that. Soon her whole body was flushed pink with arousal and her big dark eyes were starting to roll.

"Oh, Christ, Stan, you're getting me so hot," she moaned. "Don't stop, please. I need to get off so badly."

"Don't worry, baby, I'll get you off," Stan panted.

He seized her throbbing clit between his thumb and forefinger and began kneading it fast and hard. Mona almost flew right off the couch, the pleasure was so violent and sudden. She screamed and drenched his frigging fingers with a huge load of sizzling cunt cream. She felt herself spinning fast towards a desperately-needed orgasm.

"Unnnnhhhhh, yessss," she whined. "Do it to me, Stan, unnnhhhh!"

She was getting more hot thrills from Stan's expert foreplay than she'd gotten from five years of Jerry's fucking. She didn't think she'd ever felt so wildly excited in her life. His fingers rolled and kneaded her swollen erect clit, faster and faster, till she felt a bomb blast of pleasure deep in her cunt.

"Ooooooo, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Aaahhhh!"

Stan kept right on kneading her clit as she came, making her climax doubly intense. Mona howled, bucked, and soaked his hand with her boiling come-juice. Her orgasm was so powerful, her convulsions so violent, that the couch shook and creaked. At last she fell back limp and gasping, her whole pussy radiating satisfaction.

"Jesus, honey, you really needed to come," Stan said wonderingly. "Has Jerry been neglecting you?"

"Not exactly," Mona sighed. "It's hard to explain, Stan. We fuck, but I don't get much out of it. He doesn't like me to move or make any noise."

"WHAT?" Stan gawked. "What kind of crazy notion is that?"

"Jerry's a bit of a puritan. I'm afraid," Mona said wistfully. "He thinks nice women shouldn't show it if they like sex."

"Then I hope I never ball a nice woman," Stan sighed. "Why doesn't Jerry just get himself a warm corpse?"

As he spoke, he was feeling around in her sopping, steaming pussy, and when he found the buttery hollow of her cunt mouth, he wedged in the tip of his middle finger. He poked around a little in a teasing way, and Mona felt instantly horny again. She whimpered and jerked her pussy up and down, trying to take more of his rigid finger into her horny twat.

"Greedy," Stan grinned. "You want the whole thing, don't you?"

"Damned right," Mona panted.

"Okay, baby, take it," he said.

He jammed his long thick finger as far as he could into her snug juice-slick cunt, and Mona responded with a hoarse groan of pleasure. Her famished pussy hole gripped and tugged at his finger, drenching it with cream. Stan started to frig her cunt, jerking his finger stiffly up and down in the molten tube of flesh. Mona wailed.

"Uhhhhh, yes frig meeee!"

It was wonderful to be able to shout things like that, to move freely, to let her lover know how wildly turned on she was. It excited Stan, too, to hear her obscene words of encouragement and to see her humping her thirsty twat around his stiff middle finger. His eyes glowed with lust as he frigged her. He crammed his finger faster, harder in her boiling little box.

"Unnnhhhh, yeah, do it to me," Mona whined. "Ohhhh, shit, that's good."

She tightened her jerking twat around his plowing finger and gurgled with pleasure as she felt the red-hot friction between finger and cunt. Stan's pumping finger was making a lewd slurping noise as it reamed her juice-filled box. She was creaming molten floods of juice, and she pumped her hips faster and faster as her excitement mounted. Then she felt the body-rocking explosion she craved.

"Ahbhhh, God, I'm coming!" she groaned. "Whhaaahhhhh!"

Stan frigged her furiously as she came, magnifying all her delicious sensations. She came like a bomb, howling and bucking, oblivious to everything but the fantastic pleasure that ripped through her body. Jerry had never gotten her off like this and Stan was only using his finger. She could hardly wait to feel his big rigid cock. As her spasms faded, she hungrily eyed his stiff seven-inch boner.

It was as rigid as ever, thick, bloated, and feathered with bulging blue veins. The big purple knob of his cock-head gleamed, and a glistening trail of juice oozed from his piss hole. Mona felt an overwhelming urge to satisfy a lust she'd felt for five long years, an urge she'd never dared mention to her puritanical husband.

"Stan," she panted, "can I touch your cock?"

"That's a silly question," he grinned. "Of course you can. Why even ask?"

"Jerry won't let me touch his," Mona admitted. "Oh, Jesus," Stan groaned, "he doesn't know what he's missing. Here, touch it all you want."

He took Mona's hand and set it palm-down on his big rigid boner. It was the first time she'd ever touched a cock, and she shivered with excitement. His prick was delicious to touch, hot and throbbing and silky-skinned. Eagerly she ran her fingers up and down the thick fleshy spike, feeling the loose outer skin and the rock-hard, red-hot core inside. Stan shivered with pleasure.

"Easy," he panted. "Don't bring me off."

Mona explored the whole hot smooth surface of his stiff blue-veined prick. She touched and squeezed his big hairy nut sac. She swirled a fingertip around and around the enormous purple head of his prick, smearing cock-juice all over the shiny knob. She could have gone on playing with his prick for a long time but she suspected from Stan's harsh quick breathing that he was dangerously close to shooting his load. She sure as hell didn't want to waste that gorgeous hard-on.

"Fuck me, Stan," she moaned, letting her legs fail wide open. "Hurry and fuck me!"

"I'm glad you asked," he chuckled. "I was just about to come in your hand."

He quickly scrambled between her legs and wedged the big hard knob of his cock-head into the flooded little hollow of her cunt mouth. He took a deep breath and crammed his steel-stiff cock hard into her cunt. In an instant she was deliciously stuffed with thick throbbing cock-meat, his prick lodged all the way to her womb and his big hairy balls scraping her slit.

"Abhhhh, Christ, yes!" Mona wailed. "Get into me, Stan – fuck meeeee!"

"Jesus, baby, your cunt's like a blast furnace," Stan praised. "Awwwww, shit, yeah!"

Mona didn't have to stifle her sounds and movements, so she let herself go completely, screeching with pleasure each time Stan pistoned his big hard boner into her seething pussy hole, jerking her hips in time to his rough fast strokes. She was bucking and writhing so much that he had to shove his hands under her churning little ass to steady her.

"Unnnhhhh, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck it to me, Stan. Fuck my pussy good."

"You better believe I will, baby," Stan moaned. "Shit, you've got a fantastic little box."

His dirty words just increased her wild arousal, and Mona fucked right back at him, slamming her juice-slick cuntal tube up and down the thick spike of his prick. Each time he plowed into her, his throbbing boner was met by the hard upward thrust of her famished twat. Their bellies smacked loudly together as they furiously fucked each other.

"Good for you, baby?" Stan panted. "You dig the way I'm fucking you?"

"Ohhhhh, shit, yes," Mona whined, "I love it. I love your big cock, Stan. Uhhhhh, yeah, fuck meeeee!"

She'd never dreamed that fucking could be this wild and free and exciting. It felt marvelous to let all her instincts come out, to fuck back at a man, to scream her pleasure. Stan was a fantastic fuck, too, cramming his big hard dick into her fast and deep, deliciously reaming and stuffing her starved little cunt. It was no time at all before his pounding cock triggered her climax.

"You're doing it to me," she gasped. "You're making me come. Unnnnnggggghhhhh, yes whhaaahhhh!"

Her lucious big-titted body rocked violently beneath hmt as she came, and Stan had to dig his fingers into her churning ass to stay in the saddle. Her cunt went tight as a vise around his prick, searing and creaming, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming. He wanted to go on and on fucking his friend's beautiful wife, savoring her deliciously tight slick pussy.

"Oooooooooooo," Mona whimpered.

"Oooooooooo!"

She'd read about multiple orgasms but had never experienced them before. Stan's big ramming cock was triggering her into a whole firecracker string of climaxes, one dizzying blast after another. Her boiling come-juice overflowed her cunt and splattered his belly and balls. She gave way to every lusty urge, clawing his shoulders, throwing her legs around his heaving sweaty back.

"Ohhhhh, Stan, it's so fucking good," she moaned. "Keep doing it to me. Fuck me crazy."

He seemed to be plowing into her even harder and faster than before, snorting and groaning as he plunged his swollen prick into the hot juicy pulp of her pussy hole. His big hairy nut sac slapped noisily against her wet slit, and the couch started to rock and creak. Mona kept her legs locked around his back, letting him plow his rock-hard boner right to her womb.

"Take it, baby, take my meat," Stan whined.

"Yes, yes, give it to meeee!" Mona screamed.

She kept coming till she'd lost count of how many powerful orgasms had rocked her body. This was the kind of fucking she'd only dreamed of, a prolonged thorough fucking that finally satisfied the stored-up lust in her greedy pussy. If only Jerry would fuck her like this! If only he'd let her be herself in bed – wild and lusty and loud.

"Ahhhhh, God, fuck it to me, Stan!" she wailed. "Fuck the living shit out of meeee!"

Stan's grip tightened on her grinding ass, and he groaned hoarsely as he dug his big throbbing prick into her steaming little fuck hole. He was moaning steadily now, and his hot sweat dripped onto her big wobbling tits. Mona sensed he was very close to coming, and she tightened her cunt as hard as she could around his plowing cock. Stan gasped, whined and began to fuck into her with lightning speed.

"I'm coming," he howled. "Awwwww, yeaah! Take my come!"

Afterwards they had a drink and discussed what Mona should do about her troubled marriage. "I just don't know, Stan," she sighed. "I love the guy, I don't want to leave him, but I can't go on like this, either."

"Well, I can't tell you what to do, Mona," Stan said. "But one thing you know for sure. If it gets to be too much, I'm always ready to help you out."

Mona lazily caressed his big warm cock. That kind of help she could always use!