The kinky couples

CHAPTER ONE

Janet Howard cringed as she heard her husband's car slam… Damn, she thought to herself, he's home for lunch again.

Bob and Janet Howard had been married for only a brief seven months, yet already their relationship was beginning to show signs of wear. For one thing, Bob seemed to have a much larger sexual appetite than Janet and it was causing an ever widening gap in their already disintegrating marriage. Not that anything had really ever been said, it was just becoming more and more obvious to Janet that something had to be done to break the pattern.

For the past two weeks Bob had been popping home for lunch and as he put it, a quickie. Janet wasn't that much into fucking in bed at night, let alone at lunchtime – usually she gave it the "old grin and bear it" attitude but even that was becoming more and more difficult for her.

"How's my little honey," she heard Bob whisper softly into her ear as he crept up behind her in the kitchen, slipping his arms around her immediately and caressing her voluptuous breasts.

"Oh come on Bob not again," she complained, "we made love this morning."

"Never can get enough," sang Bob turning his wife around and planting his lips fully upon hers.

"If you sold a few more houses for a change we might be in better shape."

"What's my selling houses got to do with fucking?" he groaned, slipping his hand up his wife's housedress towards the soft resilient curls of her pussy.

"Not now Bob," Janet said angrily wrenching herself away from her husband's bear-like grasp.

"I want to fuck you so bad honey," Bob groaned, "I've been thinking about it all morning long."

"Great… that's why you aren't selling any houses."

"Oh honey would you get off that kick. Just because I'm not the greatest real-estate salesman in the world isn't enough reason to have you on my case all the time," the young husband groaned.

Janet thought now of all the hopes she had had before she married Bob. With him in the real-estate business she had dreamed of her own house and all the comforts in life but her dreams were slowly crumbling as she realized that Bob was barely making enough money to feed them.

The disgruntled young wife walked out of the kitchen into the living room and sat down on the couch, pouting.

"Oh Janet honey, I love you, you know that. I'll make it good, just you wait and see," whimpered her husband. "Please honey, give me a little loving."

Janet felt her husband's arms encircle her once again and his insistent mouth press down upon hers. She felt his fingers once again begin to creep up her soft white thighs and she squirmed and whimpered as the tip of his middle finger found the narrow slit of her now sensitively throbbing vagina, rising boldly upward and making sudden, hotly searing contact with the throbbing tip of her clitoris.

"Oh!" Suddenly the entire area of her thin hairlined vaginal slit was wet and slippery, and rush of unwanted desire permeated Janet's entire body. She strained backward and sucked in her breath, withholding a groan of sudden passion as it rose to her throat. She had to admit it, it felt so good… and yet there was something terrible about the fact that it felt good. She felt herself being pushed down on the couch now, feeling the almost obscene warmth of her husband's finger pressing at the hidden little center of her cunt lips. She felt his hands fondle her trembling body, touching her breasts and vagina until she was so wet between her legs that she felt mortified and embarrassed. Even though he was her husband it seemed indecent and tears of humiliation flowed slowly down her face. He was teasing up into the tenderness of her involuntarily moistening pussy with a tiny, fingering rhythm that made her want to respond by moving her hips and thighs up to his hand.

"Open your legs!" he whispered to her tenderly, but with an underlying tone of animalistic desire that frightened her. "Let me feel your little cunt wide open honey!"

"Oh no… Oh God, Bob… Please don't… not now!" she pleaded softly through her tears. "Please don't make me!"

"That's all you ever say recently honey… what about my rights!" he yelled, angry now.

"That's not true Bob and you know it… No…" But his fingers were working a lewd magic within the soft confines of her helplessly open pussy, as his hands slowly but inexorably forced her legs apart. His desire hardened cock was nudging insistently against her thigh, and she wondered suddenly how she could have married a man with such an enormous penis. It go so big sometimes that it didn't seem normal, and horrified, she wondered if all men were like that.

"I've been thinking about fucking you all day honey," he groaned again as he forced the thickness of his fingers up a little higher into the moist darkness of her tightly clenching vaginal opening.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Janet reacted to his moan with a little jump.

"I was trying to show this guy a house this morning and all I could think of was coming home and shoving my hot cock into your delicious little pussy."

Janet felt her husband's penis give a lurch against the nakedness of her upper thigh and she felt a wave of helplessness come over her as she realized what he was going to do to her. Then she felt his fingers pulling downward, leaving the elastically spread walls of her narrow vagina, exiting with a soft, wet, sucking sound, leaving her insides feeling somehow empty and open. He rolled over on top of her and moved up between her legs, forcing them open with a rapidity that alarmed her, and she cringed backward as he reached down toward her, lifting up the crumpled material of her housedress and removing it by pulling it off over her arms and head. She felt a cool rush of air against her skin as she lay completely uncovered, completely nude before him. She heard him give a little groan of lust as he took in the magnificent sight of her nakedness.

Her full round breasts peak upward proudly… Bob Howard loved his wife's body, especially the chestnut hair-fringed lips of her delicious pussy, just waiting for the entrance of his cock. He leaned forward and pushed his young wife's legs far apart, determined that he would get the pleasure he'd been dreaming of all morning long.

Janet looked down now to see her husband kneeling on all fours between her open legs. He looked just like an animal, and she felt a moment of pure unadulterated dislike for him. Pressing his thumbs outward against the sensitive pillowlike lips of her chestnut pussy and slowly, teasingly spreading the silken hairs to either side, he peered hungrily into the nakedness of her pink moist cunt. His thumbs trembled nervously against the widespread outer flanges as he drew the smooth, pink lips apart, completely exposing the glistening inner flesh to the mercy of his gaze.

She squirmed.

"Let me look at it… Let me see it," he yelled. "It's mine, isn't it?"

Janet wanted to yell back at him… to tell him no… no, it wasn't his… it belonged to her, and if she had her way, he wouldn't ever, ever see it! Much less touch it! But she lay frozen to the couch, completely humiliated by what he was doing, watching his lust-distorted features as he brazenly contemplated her helplessly exposed genitals.

He looked greedily down at her for a long moment, and then with a sudden inspiration, dropped his head down to the now openly spread lips of her tiny throbbing cunt. The full length of his long tongue snaked against the nakedness of her open cunt, wallowing warmly among the folds and mounds of highly sensitized flesh. Janet jerked backward, her trembling buttocks grinding further down to the mattress as though there were some escape there. A soul-searing moan came from her lips as she realized the full meaning of the horrible thing that her husband was doing to her.

"Oooooooh! What are you doing! What are you doing!" she cried.

It was depraved and ugly. Never had he even intimated that he would do such a thing to her. Her hands went down to his hair to try to push his face from between her thighs… to get him to stop his greedy obscene sucking. Her head was lifted up off the couch as she watched with utter disbelief the horrifying scene of her husband hungrily lapping between her widespread legs, his head wagging back and forth like some huge, sex-maddened dog.

Her hands twisting in his hair seemed to have no effect whatsoever, and she could hear him making tiny little grunting noises that mingled with the lewd wet sucking sounds that rose to the air of their bedroom. Completely mortified, she let her head fall back on the couch, her entire body rolling helplessly from side to side as she was buffeted by her husband's tongue, and his strong hands maneuvered her nakedly squirming hips to his liking. She could feel his tongue spearing wetly into the involuntarily wet and dilated entrance of her hotly seething vagina… and she felt terrified by the implication of what he was doing. How could she ever face him again after he did this to her? And the worst was that in spite of her horror at what was happening, in spite of her utter revulsion, tiny thrills of pleasure were rippling through her lower belly. Her body was responding to the forbidden licking of her loins in such a way that she couldn't help gasping with pleasure. She could see him looking at her, observing her, even as his mouth remained fastened to the widespread tightness of her besieged pussy, and she read in them a challenge that she fought desperately to meet. His hands reached up to the white mounds of her breasts, and she felt him grappling with the tender nipples, twisting them harshly while his tongue still worked at her hair-lined pussy with unrelenting fury.

Bob continued to look at his wife as he felt the forbidden flesh of her tiny open pussy clenching and unclenching helplessly beneath his thrusting tongue. The bittersweet taste of her filled his mouth as he watched the tears rolling down her cheeks. God, it made him feel good to see her like this! He was good and tired of her arrogance… and this would teach her a good lesson! But he was going to have to fuck her soon, or go crazy! Below, his cock hung down thick and heavy as he kneeled forcefully between her widespread legs.

The huge, lustfully throbbing hardness felt like it was going to burst any second, and although he wanted to continue the more than pleasurable sucking of Janet's unwilling cunt, he knew that he couldn't last much longer. His hanging testicles felt filled and tight with his building sperm ready to let loose at any second if he didn't get it up inside of her soon.

"Oh God!" he thought, his eyes never leaving the beautiful young face that he'd fallen so deeply in love with, his hands never ceasing their deft manipulation of her soft pliant breasts. "I've got to fuck her."

With lightning speed, he lifted himself up from between her legs, and throwing himself upon her, he held the pulsing rod of his cock in his hands and tried to direct it to the tiny hair-fringed opening of Janet's vagina. But Janet squirmed backward, clamping her legs tightly together and twisting to the side.

"No! No!" she cried, terrified both by what might happen and by what might not.

The unexpected shift in his wife's position startled Bob and his heavy cock grazed against the side of her thigh. His entire being had been geared to entering her that second, and he realized with something akin to desperation that the mechanisms of orgasm had already been set in motion inside him. Everything was going lightning fast, and yet it seemed like slow motion as he felt the tremendous force of his climax speeding to explosion inside him. His cock quivered in his hands and his head snapped back in an anguished recognition of the powerful release that was coming.

"Aaaaarrrrrhhhhh! Oh Jesus!" he cried out. The white hot liquid was starting to spurt and Bob felt the flying sparks of lust seething through his tensed body. He was straddling his wife's hips as she turned on her side and it was too late to do anything but slip her over on her back as thick, whitely heated streams of semen began to arc out from his suddenly jerking cock. They spurted in large, pearl covered droplets upon Janet's naked, trembling breasts and belly as the continuing madness of the exploding orgasm continued to rack Bob's body. Thrill after thrill racked him, tormenting and controlling him with acute sensation. His body twitched, out of control, totally immersed in the wild climax.

"Ooooohhhhh! Goooood!" The last heated drops dribbled down onto his shocked wife's smooth naked flesh and Bob could see her face a contorted mask of anger and disgust.

"Honey I'm," he started to say.

"Get out of here you fucking bastard," she screamed, pounding the couch now with her clenched fists. "Get out of here!"

Bob Howard knew when it was time to leave and this was an obvious case. Maybe she would have gotten over it by the time he came back from the office later on. Certainly she was in no mood now to discuss anything. Damn her anyway, why didn't she give herself to me. Why is it so hard for her to surrender to me, he wondered as he pulled on his clothes.

"See you later, babe," he called out as peacefully as he could as he left the house but there was no response. "Boy, she's hopping mad with me," thought Bob Howard, "I'd better bring her some flowers home or something. Something to make it up to her… if I don't she'll never give it to me again!"