Wicked, willing wife

CHAPTER EIGHT

Gloria withdrew from the world. She wanted nothing more to do with either Charlie Bates or Luke Arnold. She stayed in the house as much as possible. She watched television day and night.

Jim realized there was something wrong, but when he asked her about it she told him she was just down in the dumps and that it would pass.

What she really needed was a chance to talk to someone. Her next-door neighbor was a woman named Margie Nelson. Margie was about ten years older than Gloria. Margie was mild-mannered and kind. She was active in one of the local church groups. Gloria had always thought Margie was a sympathetic soul. She decided that if she had to talk to someone, she would talk to Margie. Margie would understand.

And so one day Gloria got up in the morning resolved that this would be the day she would pour her heart out to Margie Nelson.

She put it off as long as possible. She powdered and primped and waited an hour trying to decide what to wear. She finally realized she was just delaying things, and she threw on a pair of slacks and a jersey top and crossed the yard to the back door of Margie's house.

There was a milk truck parked in the Nelson driveway. Gloria knew that Margie's husband was out of town at some religious convention. She tried to remember if anyone in Margie's family was a milkman. It can't be! Gloria thought.

Then she heard a moan coming from one of the back windows, and her heart pounded as she realized what was going on.

She hesitated, torn between the urge to see and the knowledge that it would be wrong. The urge won out.

She moved as quietly as possible to the kitchen window. There was enough space between the curtains so that she was able to peer into the room.

Margie was on her back on the kitchen table. A man was facing her, holding her legs in his arms, and slowly but thoroughly fucking her.

Gloria restrained a gasp. She had never imagined Margie capable of anything like this. The man certainly wasn't Margie's husband. Even if he were, Margie just wasn't the sort of woman that anyone would expect to find fucking on a kitchen table!

Mesmerized, Gloria stared at the milkman's pumping ass. How thrilling it was to watch them! Gloria's legs trembled as she realized how turned on she was. The heady excitement of watching people fuck drove her wild.

The couple in the kitchen shifted their positions a bit, and now for the first time Gloria was able to get a good look at the junction of cock and cunt.

She held back a giggle when she saw that Margie's pussy was shaved. Margie was certainly full of surprises! It was difficult to believe that the moaning squirming woman being fucked on the kitchen table was actually Margie Nelson.

Gloria mused over how difficult it was to know what people were really like. She had always thought Margie was a prude. She'd never once heard Margie mention anything about sex. Now here was Margie having her bald little pussy worked over by the milkman!

Gloria could see the milkman's swinging balls slapping against Margie's ass.

"Oh, Jesus, give it to me!" Margie groaned. The milkman began pumping more vigorously, pumping his cock in and out of Margie's hairless cunt.

Gloria remained transfixed, her eyes wide, her heart pounding with excitement. The milkman ran one hand over Margie's belly, fingering her tits and then her ass.

When his fingers moved underneath into the crack of Margie's ass, Margie moaned. The moan turned into a grunt when he suddenly drilled a finger into her tight asshole.

"Oh, yes!" Margie hissed. "Diddle my ass!"

"You like that, huh?" the milkman rasped.

"I love it!"

He finger-fucked her ass to the same tempo as the pistoning of his cock in her pussy. Margie's ass-cheeks glistened with her cunt juice.

Holding her breath, Gloria watched the pumping of the milkman's cock in and out of Margie's juice-drenched pussy.

"Coming soon?" he grunted.

"Yes!" Margie wailed. "Shoot it into me! Give it to me! Fuck me hard!"

Holding her legs in his arms, he began ramming his prick in and out of her cunt-channel in frenzy. The table shook under his thrusting.

Margie's big titties vibrated like jello. She wailed and moaned and quaked at the jackhammer thrusts of his fuck-pole.

"Oh, shit!" he cried out. "Uunnnggghhh!"

Her pussy quivering, Gloria imagined the spurts of his come jetting into Margie's hot pussy. She watched the flexing of his ass cheeks as he drained his balls.

Margie groaned and heaved up her body as she received his hot load. When he finally pulled out, Gloria was shocked to see him suddenly crouch down and plaster his mouth against Margie's jism-filled cunt.

"Oh, God, yes!" Margie groaned. "Suck me out! Eat me!"

With a grunt, the milkman began slurping up the cream he had so recently deposited in Margie's feverish cunt. He slurped and sucked until Margie spasmed in another come.

Resting on her elbows, her neck craned up so that she could look down at him, Margie began pumping her crotch at the milkman's face as he continued sucking, their combined juices and jism oozing out of her cunt-hole.

When it was finally over, Gloria was breathless. She leaned against the house a moment to recover her senses. Then she care fully stole away.

By the time she entered her own house, she was trembling with excitement and need. Her cunt was on fire.

She went directly to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. Stretching out on the bed, she pushed three fingers inside her cunt hole and began a furious masturbation.

Her knees pulled back, her teeth clenched, she finger-fucked her pussy with a rapid rhythm. It was no good. She had a small orgasm, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed a cock.

With a frustrated shudder, she pulled her hand out of her cunt and left the bed.

She decided to dress and go out. Somewhere in town there must be a place where she could pick up a man who would fuck her with no questions asked. She needed fucking so bad she would die if she didn't have it soon!

"My name's Floyd," he said.

She found him in a hotel bar. He was young, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three. He had a deep tan, muscular arms, and a lazy knowing look. Ha told her she could rent him out for fifty bucks.

"You're kidding!" she said.

He shook his head and smiled. "No, I'm not."

"You mean you want me to pay you to go to bed with me?"

The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. This was certainly one way to have a man without any strings attached.

She had the money in her purse. She was tempted. "Are you any good?" she asked.

"I've never had any complaints!" he said. She lacked the nerve to take him home. Instead, she drove him to a motel. Halfway there, she reached over and put a hand on his cock. She squeezed and probed the bulge of his crotch. I'm paying for it, she thought. "I can't believe I'm really doing this!" she said.

He snickered, "You want my cock out?"

"Oh, Jesus!" she breathed.

Her eyes shifted back and forth between the road and his crotch. He soon had his cock out. His fuck-pole swayed with the movements of the car.

He spread his fly open so that she could see his balls. His ball-bag was dark colored and covered with a thick patch of hair. The skin of his sac was wrinkled and ridged. His balls looked rock-hard.

She gaped at his cock. His cock-head looked as smooth as velvet, the skin tight and glistening. The knob was bloated. A bead of clear fluid brimmed in his piss-hole.

"Oh, God, put it away before someone sees us!" she hissed.

He chuckled. He seemed totally unconcerned about the passing cars. She wondered if anyone could see anything.

She gasped when he put his hand on her thigh and then moved his fingers up to press the bulge of her cunt.

"Stop it, please!" she moaned. "I can't drive like this!"

With a deep laugh he removed his hand from her crotch and stuffed his cock back into his pants.

"You're right," he said. "It's better to wait. I just wanted to give you a preview."

She could feel the wetness on the insides of her thighs as they drove up to the motel.

After registering, at the desk, she hurriedly drove the car around to the room.

Once inside, she locked the door and faced him. He grinned at her. He moved forward, closing his arms around her, pulling her against him.

His mouth came down on hers and his tongue probed between her lips. She accepted the kiss. His hands moved over her back, kneading her flesh. Then one hand came, around to her tit and cupped it gently, squeezing it.

She groaned, and arched her body forward, pressing her belly against his hard cock. She could feel the bulge of his cock through the material of his pants.

They wriggled against each other, the outline of his prick sliding back and forth across her belly.

Fondling her clit with one hand, he moved the other hand down to her ass. His fingers gathered up her skirt, bunching it until her ass was exposed.

Slipping her panties down, he grabbed a full ass-cheek in his hand and squeezed it. "What would you like?"

She looked at him and quivered. "Suck my pussy!" she hissed.

He smiled. He began to undress her slowly.

He stripped her clothes off piece by piece, and each time a new part of her body was exposed he covered it with wet kisses.

Then he made her stretch out on the bed on her back with her legs pulled up. Kneeling down, he began kissing the insides of her thighs, gradually working his way towards her steaming crotch.

She groaned and trembled as his mouth approached her cunt. Her hot pussy had turned into a swamp of cunt juice.

"Suck it!" she crooned. "Lick my pussy!"

He nuzzled in. He swabbed the flat of his tongue up and down, pushing open her thick cunt-lips, tickling the rim of her cunt-hole, and fluttering over her stiff little clit.

She spread her legs as wide as possible, shivering with delight. Whimpering sobs of pleasure came out of her throat. Her back arched up each time his tongue found her clit.

Her legs trembled and she humped her ass up at him to meet his sucking mouth. A wail of pleasure came out of her throat when his finger touched her asshole.

He looked up at her and grinned. "You like it in the ass?"

"Fuck my pussy!" she moaned. "But do it from behind!"

She watched him strip his clothes off. She knelt on the edge of the bat with her head down and her ass in the air. Reaching back with her hands, she pulled open her ass-cheeks in invitation.

"You've got a gorgeous ass!" he said, "How come your husband doesn't take care of you?"

She groaned. "How do you know I'm married?"

"You're wearing a ring," he laughed.

Now she felt his bloated cock-head probing between her wet cunt-lips. She squirmed and wriggled her ass back, trying to capture him. He teased her awhile by rubbing his cock-head over the mouth of her cunt-hole.

Then he finally shoved forward to drill the length of his throbbing cock inside her hot clutching fuck-channel.

He was an expert. If there was anything he didn't know about fucking, she couldn't imagine what it was. Within moments he had her in a delirium, moaning and quaking with pleasure.

His fingertip tickled her ass again, and this time he pushed his finger inside to ream out her shit-tube.

"Oh, God, I'm coming soon! Oh, sweet Jesus, don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

He kept his cock stroking in and out, long smooth strokes that rattled her bones.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Uunnaggghhh! Oh, God! I'm coming!"

It seemed endless. She came again and again. "Keep fucking me!" she sobbed. "Don't stop fucking me!"

How wet she was! A flood of cunt juice had gushed out of her pussy to wash over her thighs and soak the bed. His balls slapped loudly against her wet ass with each stroke of his plunging fuck-meat.

She mewled and crooned in wanton abandon. It was perfect! It was the perfect fuck! She knew nothing about him except his name, yet there he was behind her drilling big fat cock in and out of her fuck-hole like a well-oiled fucking machine.

He kept fucking her and fucking her. She imagined his cock getting bigger and bigger, stretching the mouth of her cunt-hole more and more as he pumped.

He wiggled her ass, encouraging him. "Fuck me! Fuck me, you sonofabitch! Give it to me!"

He began speeding up his strokes now, and she realized he was about to come. She wanted it. She wanted his hot cream squirting into the channel of her cunt.

His hands clutching her hips, he fucked in and out forcefully.

"Christ, what a beautiful fuck!" he hissed. "You've got a gorgeous big ass!"

He suddenly began spurting his jism, grunting in rhythm with his spurts. She thrust her ass back at him, fucking back at his cock, sucking up his cream with her hungry cunt.

How marvelous it was! She had a cunt full of erupting cock. It was lovely!

When he finally pulled his dripping prick out of her cunt-hole, she was totally exhausted. She rolled over and quivered, her thighs closing to squeeze her completely satisfied cunt.