The wife's wild urge

CHAPTER THREE

Lynn was late arriving at the party. Lynn hadn't wanted to come at all but John and Trish had convinced her that a party would be good for her. They convinced her that it was time to quit fretting over being an abandoned wife. At their party she could meet new friends, especially men friends. And she could have a good time and shake off her bad mood.

Lynn was wearing her most expensive evening dress since the party was formal. The dress was a long baby blue clinging thing that hugged every curve. The gown dipped low in front so that it looked like her tits would fall out at any minute.

"Lynn, darling," Trish said, as she met her at the door. "I'm so glad you could come."

Trish was a blue-eyed blonde, who wore an evening dress of black knit and no bra. Her tits were small but firm and Lynn could see her big brown nipples underneath the material. Lynn wondered why John strayed when he had something like Trish at home.

"I almost changed my mind," Lynn said.

"I'm glad you didn't. You look positively delicious. And you also look like you could use a drink. You'll find John in the kitchen making some. I have to circulate."

Trish gave Lynn a sisterly kiss on the cheek and then went off to circulate among her guests. Lynn had always been a little jealous of the easy way that Trish met people. Trish had a way of turning men's heads. Not just because she was beautiful, but because she made a man feel as if he was the most important person in the world.

Lynn was starting to feel miserable. This was the first party she'd ever been to by herself. She felt like everybody was looking at her with pity. Except a few of the men. Some of them were looking at her as if they were hunters and she was some kind of animal that they were going after. Lynn licked her dry lips. She sure could use that drink.

Lynn didn't speak to anyone as she hurried into the kitchen. She sighed as she saw that John was alone.

"I could sure use something strong," she said.

John looked amused as he handed her a drink. His eyes wandered over her. She felt herself blushing although she didn't know why she should. John had already seen everything. Lynn blushed even redder as she remembered that time on her bed.

"What are you thinking?" John said.

"Oh," she said, sipping at her drink. "Nothing."

"You were thinking about us," John said. John stepped close and put his strong arms around her waist. Immediately she felt breathless. John was such a good looking man. Tonight he didn't look like any construction worker she'd ever seen. He had on an expensive angora sweater that made his chest looked wider. He had on expensive brown trousers and a pair of brown shoes. She could smell his expensive after-shave as he pulled her close.

"Yes," she admitted. "I was thinking about us."

"About the other day?"

"Yes!"

"I'm glad. I want you to think about us. You're such a fine looking woman, Lynn. And a fine feeling one."

He put her drink on the table. He pulled her close again and kissed her hard on the mouth. He kissed her cheeks, her throat, her bare white shoulder. She felt a tingle go down her spine, and those little fluttery feelings in her belly. She had never been around a man who excited her like. John did.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she protested. "Trish might come in at any minute."

"Forget about my wife," he said.

He put his broad, strong hands on her ass. He crushed her tight against him so that she could feel the hard bulge in his trousers. For a few moments he rubbed her ass. She was feeling more out of breath every moment. She found herself kissing him back. She forgot about Trish. She only thought about the good feelings he was giving her.

"I want you to do something for me," he said.

"Anything!" she gasped.

"Get down on your knees."

She knew what he wanted but she couldn't refuse him. She fell down on her knees in front of him. He sat down in a kitchen chair and spread his legs. He took two big handfuls of her raven black hair and pulled her in between his legs.

"You remember how I let you worship my prick the other day?" he asked her.

"Oh yes."

"Then do it again. Except this time I'm going to let you take me all the way. I'm going to come in your sweet mouth."

She hesitated only a moment before she reached for his zipper. She wasn't sure she wanted him to come in her mouth, but she knew that she had to do anything he asked. The excitement he gave her was already making her body tremble, and her nipples stand up to hard points beneath her gown. She couldn't refuse him.

"That's it, baby," he told her. "Take my prick out. Do it slow and easy."

She got his stiff prick unfolded from his trousers. She didn't remember it being so big. The huge, purplish cockhead stared at her in the eye. She felt her heart pounding.

"Lick it," he told her. "Lick it all over. Cover it with your sweet spit."

She hesitated again. She thought about where she was and what she was doing. At any moment, someone could walk in. Maybe even Trish. She would be found on her knees sucking John's cock.

John's marriage would be mined. Her reputation would be mined. She wouldn't be able to hold her head up again.

John thought she had waited long enough. He tightened his grip on her head and pulled her closer to his prick. She could smell the strong odor of his meat. She liked it. She put her lips obediently against the tip of his purplish cock. She tasted his salty flavored cock cream. She drew her head back.

"You really want me to do this?" she asked. "Right here?"

"Yes," he said. "Show me how much you like my prick. Suck me off."

She nodded. She licked the tip of his cock with her pink tongue. She kept licking until the crown of his cock was glistening with her spit. Then she licked down the long, meaty shaft. She sucked at the loose skin around the thick meat. She went lower, letting her black hair fall around her face, as she kissed and gently nibbled at his balls.

"Jesus," John groaned. "You're a natural at this. You're a natural cocksucker."

His compliment pleased her. She held her hair back from her face as she licked back up the length of his cook. She put her mouth back against the bloated cockhead. Slowly she sucked his throbbing meat into her lips. He tasted so strong. She had to pull back for a moment to catch her breath. She felt his strong fingers pulling her face back against his cock.

"Take it in your mouth," he urged her. "Suck it, baby. Suck it down deep and I'll give you a hot mouthful of cum!"

She widened her lips again. She took just the crown of his cock into her mouth. She could taste some of his cock cream leaking onto her tongue. She sucked him deeper. She could feel the excitement growing inside her. She was getting hot sucking his cock.

"Yeah, baby," John groaned. "Take it all. Take the whole fucking thing in your mouth!"

She closed her eyes and took the bloated knob deep into her throat. She felt his big cockhead pushing against the deepest part of her throat before she stopped sucking his flesh. She held him inside the hot wetness of her mouth for a few moments. Then she slowly pulled her head back, letting her teeth scrape the hot flesh.

"You sweet bitch," he said. "You sweet Goddamn bitch! You know how to make me crazy!"

She moved her head forward again, slowly and sensuously, letting his cock slide across her velvet tongue and into the depth of her throat. She could feel, the powerful throbbing warmth of his cockhead, and she could taste more of his cream leaking down the back of her throat.

She staffed to bob her head a little faster. She felt the hot swelling of his cock, and she knew she wouldn't have to wait long before he shot his thick wad down her throat. She had never had a man come in her mouth before, but she wasn't frightened. She wanted it. She wanted to show John just how much she worshiped his big prick.

"You sweet bitch," John groaned. "That's the way to use that tongue on me! You sweet cocksucking bitch!"

His compliments made her flush with pride. She moved her head faster. She swirled her tongue around the bloated cockhead. She knew she was being used simply for his pleasure and she loved it.

"You bitch," he yelled. "You bitch. I'm going to fill your mouth. I'm going to give you a cum-bath! You sweet sucking bitch! You sweet sucking bitchhhh!"

He crammed his meat into her mouth and held her head in a tight grip. His thick jism began to spurt into her throat and she had to swallow to keep from gagging. She swallowed again and again and she still couldn't keep all of his rich cream in her mouth. She felt it spilling out her lips.

"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet bitch!"

He moved his cock in her mouth very slowly until the last drop had been drained from the bloated tip. Then he pulled it from between her cum smeared lips. She wasn't ready for what he did next but it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. He bent forward and let his still hard prick go down the valley between her tits. She felt the wetness of his prick against her titty-flesh. He slowly drew his prick out of the warm cavern once more, but she could still feel wetness against her tits.

"Oh my God," she said softly.

"You look hot, baby," he said.

"I am," she moaned. "I am hot. I'm so very hot."

"My prick won't be ready for a while, but you stay right where you are. I'll be back in a moment."

"Where are you going?" she asked, alarmed.

"You just stay right there and don't worry," John said. "I'm going to take care of you."

She was embarrassed but she remained where she was as John got his trousers and zipped up. He took the drinks he had made and left the kitchen. It seemed like he was gone a long time, and she was beginning to wonder if he had forgotten her. She had decided he had and was starting to get up when a tall, blond man came into the kitchen.

She saw that John was behind him, and John carefully closed the door behind him.

"Hey, babe," John said. "This is my boss, Jerry. He's a good fellow but his wife doesn't take good care of him. He appreciates a good looking woman like you."

"What are you saying, John?" she questioned.

"He's going to take good care of you. While I make sure that his wife doesn't start looking for him."

She blushed but this time it was an angry blush. She got to her feet quickly. She was panting as she looked up at John. He must have suddenly gone crazy. She wasn't going to be passed around like she was some kind of party favor. She had too much pride to be treated like that.

"What do you think I am?" she asked him. "I'm not that kind of woman. I'm going home."

"No, you're not," John said softly. "I know what kind of woman you are. You're a hot blooded piece of ass. That's all. You were made for a man to fuck."

"I won't be treated like dirt," she said.

John put his arms around her and kissed her. In a moment she was writhing against him, unable to control the surge of blood that went through her. She felt a wicked need between her legs, and she knew that John was telling the truth. Any man could fuck her. He didn't even have to ask. Any man could take her in his arms and reduce her to a silly, wanton piece of ass. She had no more strength to fight him off than a helpless child would have.

"See there," John said, grinning lewdly. "Now you be nice to the boss."

John stepped back and the tall, blond man took his place. For a few minutes she tried to resist, but Jerry was nearly as strong as John. He kissed her hard, and played with her ass, and reduced her to a wiggling shameless bitch.

"Oh, please don't do this to me," she begged him. "I'm really not that kind of woman."

"I know exactly what kind of woman you are," Jerry said. He took two strong handfuls of her asscheeks. He pulled her tightly against him so she would feel his hard dick. "John told me all about you."

She was already hot and there was no use fighting anymore. She was shivering from the heat in her body. She quit struggling and she fell against his chest. She made a sobbing sound in her throat as she allowed him to do what he wanted.

He lifted her evening dress up above the luscious roundness of her asscheeks. She felt his fingers slipping inside her panties, touching the bare flesh beneath. His fingers almost burned her. She moved closer to him. She could feel his hot prick throbbing.

"Baby," he said, kissing her throat. "You are something else. You are really sweet!"

He was slipping her panties off. She started trembling as she felt him pulling them down her long, shapely legs. He knelt and she took them off. He put her flimsy blue panties into his pocket.

"Just something to remember you by," he said.

He put his hands around her waist and he lifted her up to the kitchen table. He pulled her evening gown up around her waist again. He spread her legs wide. She knew she must really look lewd as he stared into the spread lips of her pink pussy. He grinned and licked his lips.

"You've got a beautiful cunt, baby," he told her. "I'm going to enjoy putting my cock up your snatch!"

He reached up and pulled down the cups of her evening gown. Her big round tits spilled out. He cupped both of her creamy mounds and brushed his thumb over the already hard nipples. She sighed. What was the use of fighting the wonderful feelings that he gave her? She loved it. She moved closer to him on the kitchen table.

"You're a hot bitch," he said. "A really hot bitch!"

"Oh yess," she answered him.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled his hard prick out. He kept his hands on her tits as he moved close. The head of his long cock was right at her snatch. She moved a little closer. She gasped as she felt the petals of her cunt part to admit his cockhead. His cockhead felt snug and tight in her pussy.

"Oh yessss!" she sobbed.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back and she humped down on his prick. She felt his long cock going deep into her pussy. He was filling her cunt the way she needed. It didn't matter that she was acting or looking lewd. The only thing that mattered was that big, hot cock stabbing her pussy.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh, fuck me good! I need it!"

"Shit, baby," Jerry admitted. "I need it, too. It's been a long time since I've had a good piece of ass!"

He began to move back and forth rapidly and his cock was doing a good job in her pussy. His cock wasn't as big as John's, but it was filling her snatch and rubbing her aroused clit the way she liked. She felt so wild as she moved her ass back and forth along the table. Her insides felt like they were turning over. Jerry was the fourth man to fuck her since her husband had abandoned her. And she had loved every time.

"I love your cock," she whispered. "It fills me up so good. I love your hard dick!"

He was unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers and shorts down, even as he stroked her pussy. He was pushing her back on the kitchen table and he was climbing on top of her. She hoped it wouldn't fall down. That would be embarrassing for both of them. But then he was on top of her, his dick somehow getting deeper into her cunt, and he was humping the shit out of her and she was loving every inch of his big, hot prick.

"Give it to me!" she screamed. She was no longer whispering. She didn't care if the whole damn party heard them. "Oh, give me that big, fat dick! I love it!"

She clamped her legs even tighter around his back as he plowed into her cunt. She could feel his big knob stretching her pussy lips to the limit each time he slammed into her. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on squeezing her cunt walls together. She knew she was getting to him. She could squeeze her cunt walls and feel every inch of his powerfully throbbing dick.

"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "Hot damn, you sweet fucking bitch! You make my fucking prick feel so fucking good!"

She felt the hard knot in her belly. She knew that her orgasm wasn't far off and it was going to be a good one. The excitement of doing it on the kitchen table with the danger of being caught, was really making her blood boil. She found herself hugging him closer, rubbing her big tits against his chest, moaning dirty words into his ear. Her cunt felt like it was going to explode.

"I'm coming," she gasped. "You big bastard! Your cock feels so good! I'm coming! I'm cominggggg!"

Her pussy started making wet sounds as she flooded his cock with her juices. She felt his hot cock swelling and she kept humping back against him, even as the last shiver of delight went through her body. Suddenly he pulled his cock out.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"There's something I've always wanted to do," Jerry said. "Now I have the chance."

"What is it?" she asked.

"I want to come in your face. I want to see my cum running down your cheeks."

Another spasm of delight went through her over his lewd request. She nodded. She got off the kitchen table and went down to her knees once. She laced her fingers around his stiff, throbbing pole. She held her head upright with his dick just over her face. She began to skim her fingers back and forth over his cock. She felt a drop of cum against her cheek.

"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "This is what I want! This is what I fucking want!"

She tightened her grip and moved her hand faster. Suddenly he gave a loud cry and pushed forward. She closed her eyes as she saw the first spurt of his cum. She felt a gob of jism on her cheek. Another gob running down her chin and dripping wetly on her tits. She opened her mouth. She tasted some of his cum on her tongue. She swallowed it with a gulping sound. Finally he had no more cum to give her.

"That was good, babe," he told her. "I wish I had a picture of you. There's nothing more beautiful than a woman with cum on her face!"

Lynn was in a dazed condition. So much had happened to her in the past few minutes. She was barely aware that he was pulling her to her feet and adjusting the cups of her gown.

"I hate to cover those up," he said, "but I'd better. And you'd better wash your face. We wouldn't want any of the other fellows getting any ideas. Or would we?"

Lynn's face blushed red with shame.