B. Dickens - When she was bad

6:30 a.m…

Carol Bristol slowly opened her dark-lashed eyes, a frown slightly distorting her beautiful features as she fumbled sleepily to turn off the loudly buzzing alarm clock beside the bed. Silencing the insistent noise of the electronic siren, she rolled onto one side and looked at her husband, still sleeping away peacefully beside her.

For a moment she just quietly looked at him, enjoying the sight of him beside her in bed, even after close to twenty-five years of marriage. Looking at him like this in the morning always brought home to her how wonderful those years had been, as well as how much he, and she, were still so much in love as they had been when first married.

Although now in his late 40's, Ken was still a rugged 200 pounds and a towering six foot one. Carol raised one hand to tousle his hair-still dark if a bit thinning along the temples. He grinned in his sleep at her touch and rolled over onto his back.

Carol pulled back the silken sheets which covered them both, slowly slipping it down to expose Ken's body to her from the waist up. She smiled lustfully as he shifted and turned again, the muscles of his broad shoulders and arms rippling slightly with the movement, and she slid the palm of one hand over the sculptured layers of muscle on his chest and stomach.

Ken had always been good to her, as a husband and a provider, a partner and a support. After the long happy years of their marriage she had much to be thankful for in having found such a man to be her life's partner. But at times like this, fresh from a night's sleep and with the heady musk of his nude body filling her nostrils, Carol's thoughts were only on the incredible physical relationship the couple had developed.

He was always sensitive to her own wants and needs, always somehow reacting to her sensual desires even before she herself knew them. He would play for hours with her super-sensitive breasts, rolling her turgid nipples in his fingers, kissing and licking the firm flesh, telling her in a soft whisper how much he loved her.

As she let her one hand trail over her husband's chest, Carol moved her other to stroke at her own nude breasts. She was close to 42 years old herself now, but even after so long, and two children, she had worked hard to maintain the knockout body that had first caught Ken's eye over two dozen years before. Her eye-popping 41-24-36 body was still as taut and sleek as ever. She recalled how, on her last birthday, Ken had joked that she was only one year away from her age finally surpassing her bust size.

She closed her hand over one thrusting tit now, sinking her own fingers into the sensitive flesh just as Ken had so many times, remembering the feel of his hand, his lips and tongue on her hot breasts. A hot shiver ran down her spine as she remembered even more erotic play, when he had laid his massive, throbbing cock between the monumental mounds of her female flesh. Tit-fucking was almost as exciting for her as the more standard variations of fucking and sucking, her huge breasts almost as sensitive to sexual stimulation as her clit.

But, oh, his fucking too! Ken had been first to awaken her own fabulous sexual appetites, and had been taking her to new peaks ever since. His cock was thick and heavy when aroused, a massive shaft of male meat that stayed hard and pleasure-giving even after he had expelled his burning jiz several times. He fucked her with it hard and often, although if they both had their way the horny couple might have spent their entire marriage in each other's arms in bed, happily fucking and sucking away.

Just thinking about it all was enough to make Carol's lush body tingle and her hot pussy to start to cream. She slid down lower on the warm sheets and wiggled closer to her sleeping husband, mashing her huge tits into one of his muscular arms, sighing slightly at the tickling sensation of the light hairs on his arm, stroking gently across her aroused nipple. The previous night had been like virtually every night of their marriage-one long, glorious bout of lovemaking. But Carol was hungry for more now.

Sliding her hand down from his chest and over his stomach, she pulled the sheet even lower, uncovering his hips and bringing his cock into view. It lay thick and flaccid across one thigh, flipped on its back so that the massive vein along the bottom, even in this limp state, stood out like a steel cable, ready in an instant to support the full pulsing power of erection.

Releasing the sheet she slid the tip of one finger gently up and down that fat vein, lovingly stroking the entire length of his cock. The action resulted in both a moaning sigh of pleasure from her still sleeping husband, and a slow stirring movement in his heavy prod. As it grew longer, thicker and heavier, she added a second finger, then a third, to her loving massage. Then finally she wrapped her entire hand around the thick length of cock, helping it to rise to full bursting hardness with strong jerks and strokes of her talented hand.

Pulling her hand back for a moment the wanton wife let her eyes fill with the image of Ken's cock, the long dark shaft streaked with pulsating veins, visibly throbbing just below the surface of the tightly stretched skin.

Without even stopping to think about it she found herself leaning over his loins, her heavy tits dragging across his belly, and her pink tongue lashing out lovingly over the swollen crown of his prick. She licked at it greedily, savoring the hint of spicy flavor that came from the remains of their previous nights bout of fucking.

Carol loved her husband's cock. Hell, she loved any cock that could bring her the pleasure her constantly aroused body needed, but she reserved a special feeling of lustful yearning for Ken's prick. She loved to fondle and kiss and suck it, loved the feel of its powerful pulsing length in her hand. And she loved the raw masculine taste of it when she slurped it deep into her wet mouth. Sometimes she just liked to suck and play with it, like a child with a new toy, while Ken groaned and sighed in pleasure, lying back to let her do all the work. But to Carol sucking cock was never work, but just another means of lovemaking that she found exciting.

Over the years they had been together Carol and Ken had explored many forms of love, some that others might even have considered to be bizarre, but that to the hot couple were just more ways of expressing their feelings for each other in body and soul. And that was what Carol loved most about her husband. The way he was always open to new ideas and sexual experiences, and how he understood her own seemingly endless sexual needs. Unlike some men and women there was no confusion between the two lifetime lovers about the differences of love and sex. Carol knew of Ken's various ladies over the years, just as he was well aware of her own long line of male lovers. But there was no cheating, no sneaking round behind each other's backs. If either found a sexual partner that excited them, they pursued and enjoyed that excitement. Then later they shared the stories, adding spice to their own love life. For they had found the, while they could enjoy sex with a wide variety of partners, they could feel true love only for each other.

But for now, it was the lustful side of Carol's nature that was in control as she crouched at her sleeping husband's side, her long legs pulled up beneath her, leaning over his hips and opening her mouth wide to take in still more of his cock. Lowering her head, she let the stiff cock slide into her mouth, but keeping her pouting lips open around its meaty girth. She puffed gently through her mouth, bathing the whole length of his cock with her warm breath, while sending her tongue lashing around it, thoroughly soaking his prick with her glistening saliva-literally drooling in her cock-hunger!