The wife's wild urge

CHAPTER NINE

Lynn was thinking about Scott. She had stepped out of the shower and perfumed and powdered herself and slipped into a comfortable blue robe. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought of how Scott would love the way the blue robe revealed every luscious curve of her body. She had the robe unbuttoned down the front low enough so that there was plenty of creamy flesh visible.

"Scott would break his cock looking at me," she said out loud.

It pleased her that a man thought of her that way. A real man like Scott. She felt that itchy warmth between her thighs that happened each time she thought of him. Damn, she missed him. He had only been away for three days on a business trip, but already she was suffering. It was almost enough for her to think about marriage. It would be nice being married to Scott but she was afraid to make the final decision. She had already lost one husband. Maybe she wasn't enough woman to hold a man? Lynn was startled out of her thoughts as she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart began hammering as she thought that it might be Scott coming back earlier than he was expected. She hurried down the stairs and opened the front door. She was shocked by who she found standing on her steps.

Her husband.

"Hello Lynn," he said. "I'm not here to bother you. I just wanted to pick up some things I left."

"Of course," she said. "I already packed the clothes you left. They're in the guest room."

"Thank you," he said.

It was funny but he felt like a stranger toward her. He followed her into the house and it was like having someone she didn't know following her. She led him into the guest room where she had packed all of his clothes and stored them in two big suitcases.

"You didn't take much with you when you left," she said to him.

"No," he answered. "I guess I didn't."

"You must have been in a big hurry to get away, Bill," she said. "You must have really hated me."

"I didn't hate you," Bill said quickly. He looked nervous and pale as he ran his hand though his curly hair. "It wasn't anything like that."

"What was it then?"

"I was bored, I guess."

"Bared with me?"

"It wasn't only you," Bill said quickly. "It was my life. Everything about my life. Nothing exciting ever seemed to happen to me. I was desperate to find a change in my life. It wasn't you, honestly. There was nothing wrong with you. I was just slowly dying from being in the same place all the time."

"Bullshit," Lynn said.

He looked at her with a sudden startled expression. Lynn realized he'd never heard her speak like that. She had never spoken a curse word when she had lived with him. Lynn almost laughed out loud. He would have to get used to the changes in her. A woman couldn't be expected to stay the same after her husband had left her. He would simply have to get used to the difference.

"What do you mean?" Bill asked.

"Bullshit," Lynn said again. "You weren't looking for a change. You were looking for a fresh piece of ass. That's all. A little strange stuff to poke your meat into. Being bored didn't have a Goddamned thing to do with anything."

He was really looking shocked, now. He had turned a pale color and he was trembling. His eyes stared at her in a new kind of way. She realized she hadn't buttoned her robe back and a flush of excitement went through her. It was odd that she could feel excited from being stared at by her own husband. They had been to bed together many times. He knew every delicious inch of her body. But somehow he was looking at her as if he had never looked at her before.

"What's the matter?" she asked him.

"I don't know," he answered. "That is, I feel kind of funny."

She stretched and she was showing more of her creamy titty-flesh. He let his mouth drop open.

"You've seen my tits before," she said. "You've seen them bare. Why do you keep trying to look down the front of my gown?"

"My God," Bill said softly. "It's like you're a completely different person. Everything about you seems changed. It's like I never knew you at all. You talk different. You walk different. There's a new look in your eyes. I don't understand."

"Did you expect me to stay the same?"

"I don't know what I expected," Bill said. "I just know that I didn't expect you to look like this."

"Do you like the way I look?" Lynn asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "Yes, I guess so!"

"You guess so?" Lynn asked. "How do I compare with the pretty little thing you're living with?"

"I don't want to talk about her," Bill answered.

"Why not?"

"I shouldn't talk about it," Bill said. "I shouldn't talk about living with her."

For some reason Lynn felt like every part of her body was tingling. She had tried to stay angry at her husband, but now she was feeling something else. Bill was a good looking man. She had married him because he was nice looking.

And Scott had been gone for three long days, and she had been without a man. Perhaps it was time to find out if she could make her husband feel the excitement she made other men feel. For some reason she felt challenged by him. He had a young thing living with him now, a young thing who had taken her place. Lynn had been traded in like an old pair of shoes. Well, she didn't feel like an old pair of shoes. She felt more alive than she had ever felt before in her life. She would damn well show Bill what he had been missing since he had left her alone.

Lynn stepped a little closer to him and she knew he was reeling from her expensive perfume. He wanted her. She could see that in his eyes. It was like they were strangers meeting for the first time. He needed her as badly as he needed his young thing.

"How long do you have before you have to leave?" Lynn asked Bill.

"I should be getting back," Bill answered. "I had a dinner date this evening."

She could tell he didn't want to leave. He had put his suitcase down and he was looking nervously at the single bed in the guest room. She let her eyes go down his lean body and stop at his crotch. Damn, but he was a good looking man and he was interested. She could see the big bulge at his crotch.

"Isn't there any way I can convince you to stay for a little while?" Lynn asked.

It was the most natural thing in the world to move closer to him. Her big round tits poked at him. She could see his muscles tense and the beads of sweat on his forehead.

"You didn't want to leave so soon," she whispered.

She went into his arms and kissed his lips. She kissed him body, with her mouth open and her wet tongue probing. She had tasted his mouth before but it was somehow different this time. It was almost forbidden. She felt the tension draining out of his body and his arms slipped around her waist.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Bill asked. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she answered. His hands stroked her back and then slowly slipped down to cup the rounded cheeks of her ass. She felt his strong hand gripping her asscheeks and pulling her tighter against him. His prick was jumping against her in his excitement. It made her gasp.

"Baby," he moaned. "Baby, you've never been like this before. It's like you're a different woman."

She wondered what he would think if he knew that she was a different woman. A woman who had changed from a sweet housewife to a fucking bitch. She was the closest thing to a nympho that a woman could get. At that moment she could feel the gnawing hunger between her legs that would slowly grow into a fire. She wanted his big meaty dick to fill her hole.

She pushed him away and let the robe slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor.

"Damn," Bill said. "I don't understand it at all. It's like I'm seeing you for the first time."

"And how do I compare with that sweet young thing you've been living with?" Lynn asked.

He didn't have to answer. She could see the answer in his eyes. She laughed happily and moved into his arms again. Immediately he was gripping her round ass and puffing her pussy against his rock-hard dick.

"Oh shit," Bill groaned. "I haven't been this excited in a long time."

"Neither have I," Lynn said, anti she meant it.

She began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He didn't want to wait. He ripped the shirt down the front and dropped it off. He fumbled as he tried to undo his trousers.

"Mmmmm," Lynn said. "You're so impatient. Let me do that."

She took his hand away and she unbuckled his trousers. She put her hand down the front of his trousers and gripped his long hard dick. She felt it jump in her fingers.

"You really are hot," she said.

"I told you," he said. "I've never been so fucking hot. Never in my life."

She dropped to her knees before him. She pulled his trousers down his thick, hairy legs and leaned forward so that her tits brushed his thighs. She could feel the excitement growing in him. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her thick, silky hair.

"I want you to kiss it," he whispered. "Will you kiss my big hot cock?"

"Of course," she answered.

In another few seconds she had his trousers and shorts off and be was as naked as she was. She put her hands on his thighs and moved forward until her soft face touched his cock. His big hot prick was throbbing with desire and there were a few cum drops already costing the head of his prick.

"I never realized how beautiful your prick was," Lynn told him. She lifted it in her fingers and began licking the bloated tip of his prick like a ice-cream cone. He went crazy. His hands pulled at her head.

She wiggled closer to him and willingly opened her mouth ta suck his bloated knob between her lips. She had his knob just inside her warm, wet mouth and she began to suck. She also ran her tongue around the meaty crown.

"Oh Jesus," her husband groaned. "Jesus, that feels so fucking good. You're killing me! You're going to make me fucking come! Jesus, you're killing me!"

Lynn knew what kind of staying power her husband had. She didn't want to take him all the way. She was sure he would only be good for one time and she didn't want to waste his boner. She wanted to feel his hot meat stabbing the hungry insides of her pussy! She wanted to feel his cum pumping into her cunt.

"Oh, don't stop," he protested. "Oh please don't fucking stop! It feels good!"

But she was already pulling her head back. She pinned her lips against his thick cockhead feeling the pulsating excitement and tasting the thick salty cum.

"Oh, shit, that's nice," he moaned.

She moved her head around so that her silky hair was brushing against his aroused flesh, but finally she could stand to wait no longer. Her pussy was hot and hungry and she wanted to get his big cock inside her. It was strange but she had never felt this excited when she had lived with him. Sex had been nice, but nothing earth shattering. But this time she felt wicked and trembling with hot pleasure, and she wanted his meat more than anything in the world.

She came slowly to her feet and pressed her lush body against his. He stroked her back and ass and jabbed a finger into her asshole. She shivered and leaned against him even more. She could feel her hard achy nipples brushing his chest. She rubbed them harder.

"Goddamn," he said. "Even your skin feels different. It's so fucking hot and soft!"

"I want to fuck," she whispered. "I want to fuck so bad! I need that big cock in my pussy!"

"Oh fuck yes," he answered. "I want you! I can't understand it, but I want you worse than I've ever wanted any woman."

He picked her up easily and carried her to bed. He dropped her down on her back and spread her creamy thighs apart with his hands. She knew he was looking into the pink folds of her cunt.

"I want to taste you," he groaned.

He had learned a few new tricks since she had been with him last. He buried his face between her legs and she felt his tongue slipping inside her cunt. She moaned and began moving her ass from side to side. His tongue was making her feel hotter than before.

She spread her legs wider and she put one hand on his head. She pulled his face closer to her hot cunt and felt the shivers going up her spine and the knob of pleasure in her belly.

"That feels so Goddamned good!" she cried out loud. "I like having your face in my pussy!"

He began moving his tongue in and out of her silky cunt-folds. She flooded his tongue with her hot, slippery juices and she could hear him making swallowing sounds.

"That feels so good," she cried. "So good! Your tongue is making me crazy!"

She knew that he would make her come in another few seconds and she wanted to feel his cock first. She pulled at his head and he pulled away. He moved on top of her and put his knob against her hot hole.

"Put it in!" she cried, wiggling against his body. "Put that big fucking thing in my cunt!"

"You fucking bitch," Bill said violently. "Just remember you asked for it!"

She felt his hands slipping underneath her. He cupped her, asscheeks and lifted her. Her cunt was opened wider to the penetrating pressure of his thick crown. She felt him brushing his cockhead up and down the snug entrance to her cunt. A feeling of pleasure went through her, hot, aching pleasure that nearly drove her wild.

"Put it in!" she cried. "Don't tease me. Put it in!"

She felt the steady, delicious pleasure as he thrust forward. She gasped as his prickhead popped inside her cunt and then the long thrust of his hot meat between her pussy lips. He went deep inside her. She could squeeze her cunt walls together and feel every delicious inch of his hot prick.

"You like that, cunt?" Bill asked. "You like having my big cock so deep inside?"

"Oh yes," she answered. "Oh yes, I like that! Oh, God yesss!"

His throbbing meat filled her pussy so well that it made her feel weak all over him. She slipped her small hand down his back and then in between them. She searched until she found his cum heavy balls. She ran her fingertips teasingly across the thick sacs.

"Shit, that makes me crazy," Bill groaned. "That makes me so Goddamned crazy!"

"Then why don't you fuck me?" she asked. "Really put it to me! Treat me like a whore."

"You Goddamn cunt," Bill said. "So that's what you want. You wanted to be treated like a whore. Well, I can do that. I'll treat you like the lowest fucking cunt in the lowest fucking whorehouse in the world!"

His words excited her deeply. She began to move her ass while he started fucking her in long, hard strokes. He moved gently, at first, but then he began building up force. He made his strokes more powerful and he fucked her a little faster. She felt his hands squeezing her ass a little tighter and that finger was thrusting into her asshole again.

"Feel that, cunt," he said. "I know you can fucking feel that. How does it feel!"

"Oh, it feels good," she sobbed. "It feels so good. I like your big cock in my cunt!"

She felt like screaming as he put his lips against her soft tits and sucked one nipple into his mouth. She felt him rolling the hard big nipple beneath his tongue, and he sent more shivers up her spine.

The knot grew in her belly as she humped back to meet his violent thrusting. Bill couldn't make her feel as Scott made her feel, but he wasn't doing a bad job.

"Does it feel better fucking me than that young thing you're living with now?" Lynn asked.

"Oh fuck yes," Bill answered. "Oh Jesus, why weren't you like this before?"

She could have told him the answer. She could have told him that it took another man to bring out the animal within her. She kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to destroy Bill's horny mood as long as he was thrusting that hard prick-meat into her.

His lips went back to her nipple again. He sucked at her titty-flesh until he had a lot of her round tit in his mouth. He wet her with his tongue and nipped gently with his strong teeth.

"Don't be gentle, baby," she said. "Bite me! Fuck me hard, and bite me!"

He pressed down a little harder as his hips pumped his big cock between her silky thighs. She could feel the thick swelling of his prick against the snug walls of her pussy, and she knew he wasn't going to last much longer. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back. Her pussy sucked more of his big cock into her moist warmth.

"I love it," she cried. "I love your big cock! Give it to me! Give it to me hard!"

He gave it to her harder and she could hear the slapping sounds of his balls against her sweet pussy.

"I'm going to come," he groaned. "I'm going to come!"

"Not yet, sweet," she moaned. "Not yet. Just another few seconds. Just a few seconds more!"

She felt him tense as he managed to control himself and slow his rhythm down. She didn't need a few seconds. Immediately she could feel the hot gush of pleasure in her cunt.

"Oh yesssssss!" she cried. "Oh yesssss. Jesus, I'm going to come! Oh! Yesssssss!"

She squeezed her cunt walls tighter as her sweet juices mingled with his dripping cum.

"Fill up my cunt with cum," she whispered frantically. "Hurry! Fill up my pussy!"

"You cunt," he groaned. "You cunt! You fucking cunt! I'm coming. I'm coming.Coming! Coming!"

His hot jism began pumping into her pussy and she tried to squeeze her cunt lips even tighter. He must have had a gallon of cum and he spilled his jism onto her thighs as he slowly pulled his cock out of her.

"Oh my God," her husband groaned. She felt him rubbing his cock against her soft pussy hairs. "Christ! That was, the best piece of ass I've ever had! The best!"

"Better than that young thing you're living with?" Lynn asked.

"Christ, yes," Bill answered. "God, I never realized you could fuck like that! Jesus, I'm coming back to you and I'm never going to leave again. Things will be like they were before, or they'll be better. Much better!"

She realized that her husband was talking about moving back in with her just because she had given him a really good piece of ass. Lynn lifted herself on her elbows and stared at her husband. She'd never realized that she didn't really like her husband. She'd loved him, but she'd never really liked him. The thought of living with him again did not make her jump for joy.

"It wouldn't work," she said.

"What?" Bill asked. His face already had a dreamy look, as if he'd been thinking of the good times they could have together.

"It wouldn't work to have you move back in here," Lynn said. "I don't want that."

"But I'm still your husband," Bill said. "It'll be like I never left. Sure, I made a mistake but you can forgive a mistake, can't you?"

"Sure," she said. "I forgive you, but I don't want to live with you anymore. I've found somebody else."

"You can't be serious."

"I am serious," she said. "I've found somebody else and I'm very happy with him. There's nothing you can do to change that."

"Your new guy couldn't give you what I just gave you," Bill insisted.

Lynn really didn't want to hurt her husband but he was giving her no choice. She saw that she was going to have to tell him the truth, or she would never get rid of him.

"He can give me cock better than you ever could," Lynn said slowly. "He's the one who made a woman out of me. He fucks me silly and he can keep it up all night long. I'd do anything for him. I'd crawl on my hands and knees a hundred miles just to suck his prick. Now do you understand why it wouldn't work with us again?"

She had hurt him. Bill never said another word to her. He got up and dressed and took his suitcase.