Wicked, willing wife

CHAPTER TWO

The next morning after Jim left for work, Gloria telephoned Charlie at his office.

"Can't make it today," Charlie said, "And maybe you'd better not telephone me here. Let me call you. We don't want any trouble, do we?"

She was angry. She realized she was learning the first lesson in having an affair – don't depend on anything.

Charlie was right about calling him at the office, of course. It was much too dangerous. Mona could make her life miserable if she found out about it.

I'm as horny as a bitch in heat, she thought. She remembered reading about women like that and thinking how unfortunate they were. Well now she was one of them. She had to do something about it, but the question was what.

The answer came less than an hour later. The front doorbell rang. When she answered it, she found a teenage boy standing on the doorstep.

"I'll mow your lawn," he said with a shy smile.

Gloria looked him up and down. Jim had cut the grass just a few days ago, but she didn't care. She had the feeling the boy had been sent down from heaven to make her day.

"How much?" she asked.

"Three dollars an hour."

She put him to work. While he was outside pushing the lawnmower, she stripped off her clothes and put on a bikini. She fixed her face, fluffed her hair, and walked out to the backyard carrying a can of beer and a cigarette.

She stretched out in the shade on a chaise lounge and waited for the boy to push the lawnmower around to the back of the house.

When he was there at last, she smiled at him and told him he needed a rest.

"How about a Coke?" she said. "You don't have to worry about the time. It's on me."

He thanked her. She laughed to herself at the way his eyes raked up and down her body. The skimpy bikini showed a great deal of tits and ass. When she brought out the Coke, she found him sitting in the sun with his shirt off.

"You've got a nice body," she said.

He gave her a shy smile. "I play football."

"How interesting," Gloria said. "Do you know anything about faucets?"

"Faucets?"

"The kitchen faucet is leaking. Maybe you can take a look at it."

He shrugged. She let him into the house and showed him the faucet in the kitchen. She stood beside him while he tinkered with it. There was really nothing wrong with the faucet, and she soon distracted him by offering him another Coke.

She opened a can of beer and they sat together in the kitchen drinking. His eyes feasted on the swell of her tits barely covered by the bikini top. Being indoors with him and half undressed was somehow more exciting than being outside.

"You're staring at my tits," she said.

He blushed.

"I don't mind," she smiled. "Would you like to see them?"

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled the top of her bikini down to expose the heavy melons of her dark-nippled tits.

"Jesus!" the boy muttered.

"Come over here," she said.

His expression uncertain, he walked over to where she was sitting and stood in front of her. His eyes were fixed hungrily on her tits.

Grabbing his hands, she placed them over her full globes and held them there. "Go on," she said. "I don't mind. Touch them."

His eyes wide, his mouth slack, he moved his hands tentatively over her swollen tits. Then he became bolder, his fingers squeezing and probing her firm flesh.

She fluttered her fingertips over the bulge of his cock, tracing the outline of his cock-shaft and the shape of his cock-head. His cock felt as hard as a rock under his jeans. He groaned softly at the touch of her fingers.

He kept his hands on her tits as she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. She peeled his jeans down to his ankles. Her hand moved quickly over the length of his rigid cock until she was cupping his balls.

She smiled at the way his jockey shorts were stretched out of shape by his up-thrust turgid fuck-meat.

His body tensed as she fingered his balls. He watched her warily, like a trapped animal. Her hand came up now and she took hold of his thick cock still imprisoned in his jockey shorts.

Breathing hard, her heart pounding, her fingers moved slowly up the length of his cock and down again. Her hand pressed against the throbbing tip of his cock while her fingers stretched downward to feel the length.

She squeezed. It was like a rock, a cloth-covered rock. Her pussy quivered. She pinched and probed his bloated cock-head. He groaned when she finally pulled his shorts down.

The hot skin of his cock-head grazed her hand as his hard cock sprang out in front of her eyes. It was big and red and angry looking. His cock-shaft was blue-veined and very thick.

Closing her fingers around his cock-shaft, she moved the skin up and down. His piss-hole opened wide and a drop of clear fluid brimmed in the slit.

He still had his hands on her tits. His fingers felt like hot branding irons. He made circular motions on each tit, paused at her cleavage, then slid up only to return eagerly to her nipples.

Stripping his cock-skin back to completely expose his cock-head, she opened her mouth and engulfed his dripping knob.

"Jesus Christ!" he moaned.

She had little chance to give him a real blow job. She stroked the ring of her lips up and down the shaft of his cock, and then suddenly he cried out and started shooting spurt after spurt of thick hot jism into her open mouth.

She had to swallow to keep from choking. Gulping and sucking, she finally drained his load and pulled her mouth off his cock to smile up at him.

"Was that nice?" she asked.

"Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry!" he groaned.

"Don't be," she smiled. "I liked it. I'm sure you can get hard again. Let's go into the bedroom and get your clothes off."

He pulled up his jeans and she led him into the bedroom. When they had their clothes off, she laughed at the eagerness in his eyes. The boy was certainly different than her husband!

He also had none of Charlie's brusqueness. He was hot for her. The way his eyes feasted on her cunt-bush made her feel as though she had a great treasure down there between her legs. She loved it!

Stretching out on the bed on her back, she pulled her knees to her chest and opened her thighs wide.

"I'd like you to lick my pussy," she said. "Have you ever done that to a girl?"

He nodded. He climbed onto the bed and went down on her. She soon found that he wasn't as innocent as he looked. He had sucked pussy before. He knew the different between her cunt-hole and her clit. He knew enough not to neglect either of them.

"Eat it!" she hissed. "Oh, God, yes, eat my pussy!"

His tongue swabbed up and down between her thick swollen cunt-lips. She gasped at the lovely feel of his hot breath on the quivering meat of her pussy.

"Kiss it lover! Suck me out! Lick it!"

The words came pouring out of her mouth as she squirmed her ass, grinding her cunt against his face.

"Good!" she groaned. "Stick your tongue in my hole!"

Obediently, he tongue-fucked her cunt-hole. Then he moved his tongue up to massage her quivering clit. Her ass flew off the bed as she came. Bucking her hips, gurgling with pleasure, she climaxed on the boy's face.

"That was beautiful!" she groaned. "Fuck me now!"

When he climbed between her legs, she ran her hand over his cock and balls and positioned his cock-head at the mouth of her cunt-hole. Grunting with impatience, he lurched forward and buried his cock inside the dripping channel of her cunt.

He was young and strong. He pumped in and out in frenzy and she held the cheeks of his ass as he pistoned his cock into her clutching hole. When she sensed his orgasm approaching, she rocked back and forth and cried out.

"Fuck me! Shoot it! Shoot it into me!"

She came as the first jets of his jism gushed into her waiting cunt. He continued pumping until she had the last of his load, and then he rolled over on the bed.

He groaned when she moved her head down to his crotch and began lapping at his cock. She licked the juice off his limp prick and then sucked it into her warm mouth.

Squeezing his balls, she sucked on him until he began to harden again. She laughed to herself at how easy it was to get a boy his age up again.

"Have you ever done it doggy-style?" she asked.

Without waiting for an answer, she knelt on the edge of the bed. He moved round to stand behind her. She was drunk on her lust. She wiggled her ass in his face, enticing him to fuck her.

"Stick it in!" she crooned.

A moment later his hard cock drove into her wet cunt like a battering ram. Her head down on the mattress, her eyes closed, her jaw hung loose as the boy began a rapid jackhammer fuck that rattled her bones.

She started coming almost immediately. There seemed no end to it. She had one orgasm after the other, and she had the feeling she could keep on going forever.

When he finally spurted his load, she slumped over on her side exhausted and dozed off.

A voice awakened her. "What's that?" she said. She realized that the boy was still there. He was dressed now.

Standing beside the bed, he looked down at her. "Can I have my money, lady."

"Money? What money?"

"For mowing the lawn, lady. Can I have my money? I've got to go."

After the boy left, Gloria got into the shower and washed herself clean. She tingled as she remembered how wild she had been. She'd practically raped that poor kid! Then she giggled. He was far from a kid. He'd given her a better fuck than her husband ever had!

Her pussy still fluttered from the memory of it.

Returning to the bedroom, she decided that one last come would really settle her down for the day. It made no sense to deny herself now. After a rousing fuck like that, she wanted to be certain she'd have some peace for a while.

Her thighs quivered with anticipation. Her pussy was wet again. Her cunt these days seemed to be constantly more wet than dry! By the time she lay down on the bed, she could feel the juice dripping down the insides of her thighs.

Opening her legs, she wiped her thighs off with the top sheet and spread the lips of her pussy. Lifting a hand to her shoulder, she slowly caressed her smooth flesh. Then she trailed her fingers down over her boobs, and scraped her fingernails across each nipple.

Her hands roamed over her body as she touched herself in her sensitive places, God, she was hot! She felt she could almost come just from touching her skin.

Rolling over, she pressed her cunt into the bed, forcing her cunt-lips open, squashing the meat of her pussy down against the mattress. She pumped her hips, grinding her crotch against the sheet.

Slipping both hands under her belly, she shoved her fingers into her cunt and held them there, not moving, feeling the heat and wetness of her cunt-flesh, and then gradually humping her cunt up and down against her hands.

Her nipples were hard. Her tits were swollen. She pushed two fingers inside her cunt-hole, slowly pistoning them in and out of her dripping hole. She rolled over. On her back again, she moved her free hand to her tits and squeezed her nipples.

She was aching for it now. There was no way she could wait any longer. She shoved another finger inside her cunt-hole, stretching her cunt-mouth, screwing the three fingers in and out like a small cock.

Groaning, she humped up and down, fucking back at her hand. Without warning, she suddenly came. She thrust her head back and pumped her hips in a frenzy as cunt juice oozed out all over her hand.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried aloud.

She clamped her thighs together, clenching her pussy shut, squeezing her cunt-meat around her fingers, savoring the thickness of her hand as she came again. God, what a fucking slut I am! She thought.

Pulling her fingers out of her cunt, she brought them up to her face. The smell of her cunt juice filled her nostrils. She stared at her juice-coated fingers, looking at them mesmerized, imagining they were a cock.

With a soft moan, she pushed her fingers into her mouth and began sucking them. When she had all her cunt juice licked off, when her fingers were clean, she pulled them out and returned them to her crotch.

Now she worked directly on her clit. She slipped her free hand under her ass and gently massaged her asshole. Spread-eagled on the bed, both hands massaging her crotch, she stroked and teased her cunt and ass until her hips were once more pumping up and down.

"Oh, dear God!" she moaned.

The final orgasm poured out of her cunt in a wave of hot ecstasy.