David Crane - The wife_s wild ass

Caroline Stephens wondered if she were dreaming.

She was afraid to open her eyes, in case it was a dream and, by waking up, she would end the lovely feeling. There was certainly a dream-like quality to the sensations she was enjoying, yet there was something of reality in them, as well.

It felt like someone was sucking on her tits.

Caroline stirred, her eyes still closed. She arched and stretched languidly. She had certainly been sound asleep when the feeling began, but she had a pretty good idea that she was awake now – and that it was really happening. Still, she did not open her eyes, nor give any sign that she was no longer slumbering. She didn't want to do anything that might interrupt the pleasure of this early morning caress.

Caroline loved to get fucked in the morning. Her husband, Jonathon, had a big prick and he used his cock well enough, but he was a night time fucker. He seldom had the energy or the time to give Caroline any cock in the morning. For one thing, he was one of those men who were useless before they had a couple of cups of coffee, and, for another, he liked to sleep as late as possible, and therefore usually had to rush off to work, so that there was no time to return to bed after the coffee had got him stirring.

Today, hopefully, was different.

Still feigning slumber, Caroline shifted so that her hand drifted across his lean, hairy belly.

This was real enough, certainly no dream.

This was no dream, no demon come in the night to pour devil cum into her welcoming cunt. It was her husband sucking with loving attention on her stiff tits. Caroline wondered, vaguely, what had inspired him to feel sexy this morning, and why he had awakened early enough to do something about it. But she didn't question it too deeply – she was no woman to look a gift horse in the mouth.

And still, even now that she was convinced this was no dream, Caroline was reluctant to show that she was awake and aware. Maybe Jonathon had got turned on by the idea of making love to her while she was asleep, of fucking her without her knowledge and, perhaps, inspiring her to have a lovely erotic dream as he did so.

She turned her head to the side.

She fluttered her eyelids and looked out through the narrowed slits, gazing at the window. She could judge the time by the angle of the morning sunlight that streamed into the bedroom. She was pleased to see that it was almost an hour earlier than they usually awoke.

An hour's fucking was just what she needed!

Had they fucked the night before? For a moment, she could not remember. They had been married for several years and had fallen into a routine, so that one night blended in with the next, pleasantly but without anything memorable happening.

Then she remembered that they had fucked and that Jonathon had seemed hornier than usual.

Again she wondered, fleetingly, at this change in the man – and again she did not question it too deeply.

She began to moan softly and to shift and squirm deliciously. Jonathon was on his side, his head bending down as he mouthed her nipples, switching back and forth between those explosive nuggets of sensation. His hand rested on her lower belly, flat and open, the fingers splayed out in the curly mound of her cunt hair. He gave a little moan as he slurped a fat nipple between his lips. His breath was hot on her tits. Caroline moved her hand down to his groin and was overjoyed to find that his cock was swollen enormously, rock hard and throbbing. His balls were bloated. She cupped the cum-sac, squeezing lightly, then folded her fist around the shaft of his prick and began to massage and caress his cock. She skimmed very slowly up his prick, from root to crown, and rubbed her thumb against the sensitive point where the thick prick-shaft flared out into the cockhead.

She stroked again, then stopped moving and merely held his prick. She didn't want to take a chance by caressing him too firmly, because his cock felt so excited that she was afraid that he might come if she jacked him off steadily and the last thing that the girl wanted was to end this morning's fun with her hand.

She was still pretending to be asleep.

Caroline adored her husband's prick – or any prick, come to that – and it did not seem unlikely that she would automatically caress a big hard-on in her slumber.

Now Jonathon slid his own hand lower and dipped his fingers into his wife's crotch. She gave a little gasp. Her cunt was parted and creamy, and her clit exploded like a stick of dynamite as he fingered it. She could feel her cunt-lips slowly unfurl, like the petals of a fleshy, pink blossom opening to the morning sun.

He stroked her cunt-lips and rubbed her cut, then gently pushed his middle finger up her cunt, turning it about inside her hot, wet pussy tunnel, while his thumb worked on her love button. He was still mouthing her tits and now Caroline thought that maybe she was going to cream on this hand-job, but the thought did not disturb her as did the idea of jacking Jonathon off – because she was a woman who could come time and again, and, if she got off on his hand, she would still be ready and eager to cream again on his prick.

Then his lips pulled away.

Caroline parted her thighs wider and waited, expecting Jonathon to fuck her now.

But his lips moved on her again, kissing her stomach, then sliding down to her hot belly.

Caroline blinked and risked a glance.

Jonathon was moving down on her!

Oh, what a lovely morning this is going to be! thought the horny housewife. Most mornings left her frustrated, but it seemed that today she was in for a special treat. She adored getting her pussy sucked almost as much as she did getting fucked, and she enjoyed having both done in sequence. Jonathon was a talented cuntlapper, but he didn't go down on her as much as Caroline would have liked. This was a rare day, indeed! She parted her legs a bit wider and tilted her pelvis, so that her groin rose up, easily accessible to his tongue.

He was kissing her on her pussy mound now, his lips rustling in her curly cunt thicket.

He had twisted around so that he could move his head down and still leave his cock up where she could fondle it. Caroline slowly pulled up the fat, pounding prickshaft. As her hand came up, his foreskin curled up behind the cock-knob and, as she pushed back down, his swollen purple cockhead expanding like a hooded cobra, the cleft parted. A few drops of preliminary jism glistened on the tip. The sight made her mouth water.

She wondered if he would expect a blowjob in return for his cuntsucking? It was all right with Caroline – she loved a mouthful of hard prick and a load of delicious jism.

His tingling tongue stirred through the golden jungle of her cunt triangle. His finger churned her cunt. He slid lower and began to lick the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, bypassing her crotch, extending the joy of the pre-fuck sex. He ran his tongue up the crease where her leg joined her crotch, not yet making contact with her pussy but licking parallel to that smoldering crack.

Caroline could pretend no longer. She felt so hot now that it would not have surprised her if her cunt had suddenly ignited. If the room had been dark, she thought that her loins would have glowed with the luminosity of her lust. Her crotch was steaming in his face and ribbons of cuntjuice were pouring down her crotch and soaking into the crack of her ass.

She reached down with her free hand – still holding his cock in the other – and pulled his head into her groin.

Jonathon began to tongue her pussy with long slurping strokes, his head turning from side to side. He lapped up the open cunt slot and across the throbbing clit. Caroline whimpered, grinding her crotch down into his face. He clamped his lips on her clit and sucked, then stabbed his tongue up her hole as far as it would extend.