Whipped wife

CHAPTER TWO

"Your husband's a lucky man," Jack said, closing the front door quietly behind him as Diane walked to the kitchen doorway and flicked on the light.

"Yes," she said dully, walking slowly into the kitchen and trying to think the situation out. There was Jack Moore standing in the middle of her living room. She could tell just from the way he talked that he was planning to make his "move" soon. Should she give in? God knows it had been weeks since Matt had fucked her. She'd been straight with him all this time and for what? A couple of fuck sessions in bed a month that left her bruised and totally unsatisfied? Diane moved to the stove and pulled off the teakettle, filling it with water and putting it back on the lit burner as she listened to Jack walking around in her living room. Every square inch of her skin seemed to sputter with sexual electricity. Her knees wobbled as she walked back into the living room. Should she take the chance of cheating on her husband in his own house? This could be one of the nights he came back early. What would happen if he caught her?

"Your husband in town?" Jack asked, licking his thick lower lip sensuously.

"Yes. In fact, he should be home any minute now," Diane said defensively. Why did I say that? Diane asked herself bitterly at the same time. The blonde was torn between two desires right now, and didn't know which one to follow.

"Oh," Jack said, a little disappointed, shifting his feet uneasily as a painful silence followed Diane's last comment.

"I've got some water heating on the stove. We'll have coffee in a second," the blonde blurted out finally, desperately thinking of something to say. She wanted to keep Jack in the house as badly as she wanted him to leave.

Jack stood motionless for what seemed like hours, staring into her eyes as the sound of the heating water filled the living room. Finally he started to move, steadily and slowly toward her.

"No, don't. I'm married," Diane protested as she felt his right hand slip around her narrow waist and draw her tightly to his powerful chest. She could feel his muscles rippling through his shirt as he bent his head down and moved his face toward hers.

Diane struggled weakly in his arms as Jack pressed his lips against her mouth, digging his fat, hot wet tongue into her oral cavity. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat, Diane felt Jack's hands sliding down until his fingers were pressing into her plump ass cheeks. She felt her pussy lips being pulled apart. He had his hands under her butt cheeks now, working his fingers across those mounds. Every time he squeezed, the hot crack drooling cunt juice pulled open.

Diane moaned hungrily into Jack's sucking mouth every time she felt her hot cuntal lips unsticking. Slowly, Diane's skirt hiked higher and higher until she could feel the cool air of the room blowing against her uncovered ass. Jack slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and dug his fingertips into her bare flesh.

Diane moaned low and deep as sweet, steamy juice seeped out of her pussy and soaked the crotch panel of her briefs. Their hot mouths sucked and gurgled together as Jack rubbed his bulging crotch against hers. Diane fought the desire to reach down and run her fingers over the big man's fly. She knew what she'd feel down there. But the blonde still wasn't sure if she should give in or not. Even now she could back away and keep her respectability.

"The teakettle!" Diane gasped, pulling herself away from Jack's lips and struggling in his arms to getaway.

"Fuck the tea kettle. I want you," the big man said gruffly as his eyes bored down into her. Diane felt herself melting into a molten pile of sex-flesh as Jack pushed his fingers further under her butt. Her skin crawled with excitement as she felt him kneading and teasing the sensitive flesh that ran between her asshole and cunt.

"Please," Diane insisted, finally freeing herself and running shakily into the kitchen. The whistling kettle was deafening as she turned off the flame and steadied herself against the stove. The blonde felt powerful throbbing sensations racking her wet pussy. Diane couldn't say no now. Her body was on fire. Her mind buzzed with lust and booze, while her cunt spasmed and sucked in air.

"Diane," Jack whispered hoarsely from the doorway to the living room. That sounded like the mating call of a moose in rut to her. The blonde clenched her slender fingers together into two tight fists, then threw back her head and laughed loudly. If Matt could cheat on her, why shouldn't she be able to do the same? He'd abused her enough. It was time that she had a little satisfaction for herself.

"Oh Jack," the blonde said, turning around and leaning against the stove as she stared hotly at him. This time she didn't try to hide her feelings. She was in heat. Every inch of her body was begging for that man's fat dick. Jack could tell what Diane wanted and smiled triumphantly as he walked into the kitchen. The blonde completely surrendered to him, pulling up her hands and locking her fingers behind his neck as she pressed her thunderous tits against his heaving chest.

"Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me," Diane pleaded as she felt Jack's big hands unzipping her skirt. The blonde felt it float down to the floor as he fumbled with the sweat-and-juice-soaked pair of panties that clung to her hot skin. Diane rocked back and forth, groaning and rolling her head from side to side as Jack kept hunching forward and aimed that hard bulge directly at the hot itching spot between her legs.

"Damn it!" Jack said, giving up at trying to peel the sticking panties down. He raised his hands and moved them forward, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her shoulders. Diane moaned again, feeling her stiffened nipples roasting like chestnuts in their own juice inside her bra. Jack moved his hands up to the spongy boobs, squeezing them gently as he hunched his groin against the juice-dampened crotch panel of her panties. With each squeeze, Diane felt her clit throb deliciously.

"Take it off, ohhhh, please," Diane begged as she felt Jack's fingers slide around her sides and up to her bra strap.

In a moment her bra was unfastened and falling to the floor. While Jack ran the thumb of his right hand over her left nipple, the big man reached down and unzipped his fly. Instinctively, Diane moved her hands toward the opened trousers and felt a hot blast of air blow against her trembling fingers. Jack's big fat cock was only inches away from her hands!

"I want to fuck you. God, how I want to stick this thing into you!" Jack groaned as Diane slid her hands into his pants. She felt the throbbing, fat long dick straining against the cotton of his tight white jockey shorts with her fingers. She squeezed the big pole and heard Jack moan in delight. "Come on. Let's get to bed," Jack suggested as he pulled her hand out of his trousers and pulled her toward the doorway.

"No, not in the bedroom," Diane protested. Even as hot as she was, she couldn't see violating the sanctity of the bedroom with this man. She still felt something for Matt. Fucking a strange man on her husband's bed was something she couldn't face up to. Not yet, at least.

"Okay, right here," Jack said, reaching over and flicking off the lights as he pulled the willing Diane over to the couch. Soon Diane was on the couch and Jack was on top of her. He'd peeled off his shirt and pants, wearing only his jockey shorts as he rubbed and hunched against her half-naked body.

"You want it as bad as I do babe, don't you?" Jack groaned into her ear as his hands crawled over her titties.

"Oh good," was all Diane could moan. She felt his hand slide in between their bodies and cup her tender pussy tightly. She pressed her head back into the cushions and closed her eyes, moaning low and deep in her throat as strands of blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead. Diane continued to moan and beg for more as Jack's fingers worked greedily over her fat, hot pussy lips.

"Fuck your sweet ass," Jack grunted as he milked the lips against each other. Creamy foam bubbled up out from between those labes as he worked their slippery, downy edges together. Diane dug her ass cheeks into the cushions as she dug her fingernails into the big man's back. She couldn't believe the sensations she was feeling right now. Even Matt with all his rough-housing couldn't light her body on fire the way Jack was doing right now. Her nipples were crushed against the black-haired man's hairy chest as his powerful groin pushed her legs further and further apart.

"Ohhh, fuck me. Slip your dick into me," Diane hissed between her teeth.

Jack laughed huskily, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties and yanking down. Diane lifted her ass high, pushing her swampy cunt against Jack's throbbing dick as she felt her briefs slip down from her thighs. Jack tossed the briefs over the top of the couch, then slid down until his mouth was above the dark bush of cunt hairs that stuck out from between her legs.

She stretched her legs more widely apart, hiking her knees up high as Jack pushed his head in between her thighs. He nuzzled his nose through the kinky curls of her pussy hairs and opened his mouth wide.

"AHHHH!" Diane groaned, feeling her eyeballs rolling up into her head as Jack closed his mouth over her pussy. He took the whole thing inside, sinking his teeth into her cunt's fleshy roots. Diane dug her fingernails into his shoulders even harder, raking his tough skin as her brain exploded with ecstasy. The big man sucked onto her like a leech, filling the room with loud, squishy sounds as his tongue lapped and jabbed. Diane rolled her ass from side to side, snapping her knees together occasionally as she tried to scratch that ever-growing itch between her legs. The big man's mouth was making that ache worse. His lips and tongue teased her clit up to an incredibly high heat as her legs closed over Jack's head and trapped him tightly against her bucking body. Diane felt his rough tongue sanding over the sputtering tip of her clit as she jerked her hips up in tiny little upward motions.

"Jesus! You're hot and slippery enough. I could get my fist up there," Jack commented as he pulled his mouth off her cunt and slid back up to her face.

Diane didn't comment. She slid her hands down his back, curling her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and pulled down until she pushed the sweat-soaked cotton material over the big man's powerful, hairy buttocks.

"So, you wanna see some cock meat?" Jack said, smiling slyly at her as he got up and towered above her on his knees. Even in the semi-darkness of the living room, Diane could see that throbbing bulge pushing against the fly-flap of Jack's briefs. Sneering at her, the big man pushed down his jockey shorts and freed his big dick. Diane gasped as the pulsating dick head bobbed only inches away from her parted lips.

Instinctively, Diane reached up and curled her fingers around Jack's fat rod. She could barely fit them around the circumference of that monster. The big man closed his eyes and jerked forward slightly as Diane applied a little pressure. The big, rope-like veins that surrounded Jack's prong throbbed against her fingers as Diane licked her lips in excitement.

"Take it easy!" Jack said suddenly, brushing her hands away from his dick. He fell down on her and crushed her into the couch as he dug his throbbing cock against her furry cunt lips. Diane felt her wet box shudder with the sudden pressure from Jack's dick. He kept moaning that he was about to shoot. The blonde groaned with growing excitement as she begged him to hold on.

"Give it to me!" Diane finally groaned as she felt Jack calm down a little. "Oh please, give it to me!" She didn't want him shooting his cum all over her belly without satisfying her. She'd had too much of that lately with her husband. This time she was going to cum with a cock in her.

"Give what?" Jack asked teasingly, pulling his head back and sneering teasingly at her as he reached between their bodies again and massaged her spongy, fat labes.

"Your cock, damn you!" Diane said impatiently, thrashing around under the big man's hairy body.

"Lie still, damn it!" Jack commanded as he put his hands on either side of her shoulders and positioned himself for the initial thrust. Diane closed her eyes and sucked in a ragged breath. The suspense was beautiful. She could feel the heat radiating from Jack's cock and balls as she hiked her knees up higher and spread her legs. Her sticky cunt lips pulled apart and stretched, waiting for Jack's fat dick to slip in and scratch the itch raking across her clit.

As Diane flattened her ass against the couch cushion, her head tossed from side to side as she felt her body being forced open by Jack's hard cock. She felt it pushing past her outer labes, stretching them as it slid over her inner cuntal folds and into the hot dark hole between her flailing legs. Diane felt strange tingling sensations all over her body as Jack's cock sank into her snatch like a hot poker into a tub of butter.

As their bodies came closer and closer together, Diane groaned with delight and satisfaction. Every throbbing vein in Jack's dick found a corresponding spot in the woman's begging pussy. Finally she felt Jack's hair tickling across her hot skin. His breath was coming in pants now. Sweat dripped off his forehead and from under his arms, splashing on her twisting body as he shoved the last inch of cock meat into her.

"Ohhhh!" the woman moaned, feeling herself almost slipping into unconsciousness as Jack's big dick throbbed against her clutching cuntal walls. She didn't want to move. Diane could have lain there for centuries, stuffed to the hilt with the hot inches of Jack's prick.

"Ughhh!" Jack groaned, starting to hunch back and forth. With each forward jerk of his hard pole, her pussy walls squeezed tightly around it, holding it tightly in that silky, slick trap. As Jack settled more and more onto her body, Diane felt her clit being crushed and rubbed up to climax.

"Ohhh, fuck m-meee! N-nnnngh!" Diane cried out hoarsely when she couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"I want you begging for it," Jack growled, pushing his ass up high, getting his cock ready for a down stroke. He kept his dick head barely buried in her box, rotating his ass lightly. The rolling, sliding motions of that fat cock head against her cuntal membranes made Diane cry out deliriously for him to fuck her.

"Yeah!" Jack growled, the long curly strands of his hair plastered down on his sweaty forehead as he stared at the begging, twisting, bucking woman. He closed his eyes and hunched down powerfully, throwing the full length of his dick into her sucking snatch.

Diane stopped saying anything and just grunted with each down stroke. Her pussy drooled uncontrollably now as Jack hammered away. Diane's pussy got hotter and hotter under his constant, violent attack. The blonde felt herself climbing higher and higher toward climax as she felt his dick start to spasm.

"No! No! No!" she moaned. Diane was filled with sticky dick meat, stuffed with his cock from her squashed cunt lips to her womb. Her ass quivered with delight as she felt his cock tighten into an iron spear. Diane knew that it signaled the end of his control. In a few more strokes she'd feel his hot jizz spattering against her pussy walls.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Jack warned as he held his body high and rigid over hers. Diane dug her fingers into the sides of the couch cushions as the flanged, spongy head of Jack's cock shaft pulsed wildly against her snatch lips. They lay panting and gasping for several seconds until he got control over himself again.

"Close?" Jack asked after he finally managed to catch his breath.

"Yes, oh yes. But I need more. Give it to me slow," Diane begged.

"Okay. But I can't guarantee anything," Jack said as he shoved down again.

The two of them writhed and bucked together again, banging their hips together wildly as the room was filled with the squishing sounds of fucking. Jack hunched down harder until his balls were so full of tightly packed cum that they ached. He could feel those hot sacs pressing tightly up against his rod. They contracted, forcing more and more hot jizz into his dick until his prick head seemed filled with it.

"Can't hold out much longer," he groaned, closing his eyes and jerking back his head as he ground his sweaty groin against Diane's dick-stuffed pussy.

"Please! Not yet!" she begged, rolling her ass from side to side as she tried to get the maximum amount of friction from the big man's dick. Diane felt like a person who had been dying from thirst and was suddenly offered water. She gulped down Jack's dick greedily with her hungry pussy, drinking in the heat and oozing pre-cum with all her might.

"Can't! Can't!" Jack cried out. "Gonna…gonna c-cummmmm!" the big man shouted, tossing his head from side to side as he slammed his powerful crotch against Diane's pussy. He lay on top of her, quivering and jerking his chest and thighs against her body, sending stream after stream of hot cum deep into her tight cunt. He jerked all over like a speared fish, then lay on top of Diane, letting her get it off on his still-rigid dick.

"Uhhh!" Diane groaned. She felt his load squirt out and sear its way through her pussy. His cock head squeezed tight, throwing it out in thick, fast jerks. She felt it go up into her pussy and eat into the throbbing walls until they were slick and squishy with his juice. The thought of what was happening deep inside her finally pushed the blonde over the edge. It was her first climax in years! Her cunt and womb and ass squeezed tight, drawing every ounce of strength from her body like a sponge. The woman felt as if she'd been blasted off the couch into some strange world as the first near-painful contraction ripped through her cunt. Her box clamped down hard along the quivering eight inches of dick meat in her body.

"Ohhhh!" Diane screamed as she felt herself explode. "F-f-fuuuuucccckkk!" she cried out as her hands crawled along Jack's back. His cock was pouring another load of cum into her juicy, hot hole. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed as her shrill cues of satisfaction filled the living room. The two of them grunted and growled for several minutes, satisfying themselves as much as they could.

Finally, it was over. Diane collapsed in exhaustion while Jack lay still on top of her body, drained from the workout and the climax.

"Good fucking, baby," Jack murmured as he lay resting on top of her.

"Oh God. I swore I'd never do it again," Diane babbled half-consciously.

"Fucking?" Jack asked in amazement, raising his head and looking into Diane's glazed eyes.

"No. Getting involved like this with another man," she said, feeling racked with feelings of guilt. She'd actually cheated on her husband. She felt no better than a common whore! How could she ever look Matt in the face again? How could she accuse him of anything when she was just as guilty now as he was?

"Hey, come on. Your husband can't be all that great if you're that hungry for dick meat, baby. I mean, I can tell when a woman's been without the stuff for a while. And you were practically starving," Jack said, reaching up and trailing his fingers lightly over her cheeks.

"Please, you've got to go now," Diane said afraid that Matt might walk in right now.

"Husband jitters," Jack said, sighing softly as he shook his head and yanked his flaccid cock out of her juicy hole. "But you'll promise that if you need me again for something, you'll call?" Jack asked, pulling up his jockeys and flipping his big dick back in. He was already standing up and getting dressed.

Men, Diane thought as she slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position. They act like nothing ever happened after they get their rocks off, Diane thought sourly to herself as she watched Jack dress quickly in front of her.