John Friday: The wife_s hot whipping

Dolores seethed in controlled rage. "But now I'm good enough to handle your job, and you know it!"

"You aren't even good enough to handle my cock, but I'll tell you something. If you want my fucking job so bad, you can have it!"

"Are you serious?" Her eyes brightened with a greedy gleam.

"I damn sure am!" Hal had been thinking about it ever since he got up. He hated the dreary detail work and all the pressure that went with it.

It bothered him, especially that morning, thinking about his sexy young wife at home and her boundless hunger for cock. "You can have it all, Dolores, right down to the fucking cheap carpet on the floor. You can have the headaches and the stomach acid gnawing at your gut. You can have an assistant always sneaking around trying to knife you in the back. If you can handle that, maybe you can work up to the next level. Go ahead and earn yourself some ulcers, high blood pressure and a heart attack."

Dolores looked eager despite his grim description of success. But then a flicker of doubt clouded her green eyes. Divorce made her bitter and distrustful of men. "What do I have to do?" she asked cautiously.

"Just what you've been trying to do all along – fuck me. Only now you're going to do it in a way we'll both enjoy."

"Never! I'd, I'd fed like a whore."

"Better an honest whore than the sneaky double-dealing bitch you've been."

Dolores winced and stiffened her lips. "You don't understand. I've never enjoyed sex, not even with my husband."

"Which is probably why he isn't your husband anymore."

She nodded grimly and then confessed, "I, I have been wondering about you. Wondering how you keep your wife so hot all the time."

"That's one last thing I can teach you before I walk right out the fucking door."

"You're really going to do that? Quit your job?"

Hal nodded with a beaming grin. The more he thought about it, the better he liked the idea. And the chance to fuck Dolores like she'd been trying to fuck him made it irresistible.

"If I leave this office happy, I'll drop my resignation on the boss' desk on my way out – along with a recommendation that you take my place."

Dolores settled deep into thought. Her eyes looked like two murky green pools at first, then the mist began to clear. They sparkled like emeralds when she finally rose from her chair to close and lock his office door. Turning back toward Hal, she began to unbutton the jacket of her heavy tweed suit and a warm, lusty grin of anticipation softened the usual sternness of her expression.

"If I leave this office happy, I don't want your job! I'd much rather be a woman… a real woman!"

"I think we're starting to understand each other at last," he said as he stripped off his tie. In less than a minute they bath stood naked and Dolores was gazing down at Hal's stiff cock.

"Oooooh, God!" she said with a fevered rush of breath. Both hands jerked up to her face. She shuddered nervously and then reached around to the back of her head to uncoil her long hair.

He'd often wondered how long her hair really was. He'd used his natural talent for math to try to calculate how far down her back it would reach if she ever let out those stiff coils. About to the crack of her ass, he'd decided.

As she brushed the kinks from its dark, gleaming mass, Hal saw that his estimate had been a bit short. The shimmering copper waves fell softly and completely covered the firm cheeks of her ripely curved ass.

"You look sexy as hell with your hair down like that."

"It even makes me feel sexy," Dolores said with a slow toss of her head. "It tickles and makes my ass tingle."

"Why don't you flip it around in front and see what it does, to your pussy?"

"I'd rather see what it does to your big cock." Dolores parted the silky auburn mass in two and lifted one cascade over each shoulder.

She gulped a startled breath as it brushed the thick, dark nipples of her jutting tits. The top line of her tit curve was deeply concave, the bottom line heavily convex. The meeting of two opposite cures thrust her sweet, ripe-looking nipples upward begging to be sucked.

"If you have never enjoyed sex, it's the biggest fucking waste of raw talent I ever saw!"

Dolores had a slender waist and soft, flaring hips. Between them she was fingering a dense spread of tawny cunt hair that looked as sleek and shimmering as the pelt of a prime red fox.

"My husband couldn't keep his cock hard long enough to satisfy me," she said in a wistful voice. "After a while, I began to lose interest."

"That's never been one of my problems," Hal said. "I'm going to enjoy beating up that sexy red-furred cunt of yours!"

Warming up was something he seldom had the need or the chance to do with Honey. Fucking this tawny bitch for all she was worth would help cool his angry desire for revenge.

Dolores bent forward slowly, training her hungry green eyes on the throbbing shaft of Hal's cock. Her silky hair spilled over the bobbing length of his prick as she sank to her knees, parting her lips with a hot gushing breath of desire.

"Hhhmmmm," she purred. "My husband's cock would spurt if I even touched it with my lips. I never got a chance to suck it like I really wanted!"

Hal could understand that. If it hadn't been for his delightful ordeal of non-stop fucking with Honey the night before, he'd have had trouble controlling the steaming pressure in his nuts when he felt her hungry lips close over the head of his cock.

"Yyyuuuuummm," she said with a joyous moan.

Her lips worked smoothly, reaching and pulling to draw in more of his hot prick. Her cheeks collapsed and hugged the vein-barked cock in her mouth, and her tongue swirled around it in a fit of long smoldering desire.

Hal worked his hands through the streaming hair draped over her shoulders, digging until he found the hard ripe tips of her up-thrust tits. "Aaahhh," she gasped as he thumbed her bulging nipples in slow, sweeping spirals.

She writhed in delight and pressed closer, swallowing cock until his thick mat of hair chafed hard upon her lips. She nipped softly at the root with her bared teeth and Hal felt spasms of swelling pleasure burn inward from the base of his dick.

"I never got enough practice to get really good at this," she said when she drew back for a needed breath of air.

She gave a startled gasp, squirming with delight as he worked her sharply coned tits in the palm of his hands.

"You can have all you want now. You can suck on my cock until your jaw aches!"

"Yes, yes! Hhhmmm, I just love a big hard cock!"

Dolores tightened her lips into an O and sucked him in again, bobbing her head so fast that it seemed to blur.

Hal responded with a deep grunt, rocking his hips to meet the eager suction of her lips. That pleased her even more. It swelled her pride and confidence to be able to excite a man to such violence.

His hairy cock root thumped against her lips, rocking her back. If her sucking grip hadn't steadied her, Dolores would have pitched over backward from the, force of his anxious thrusts.

Her tits alternately filled and slid from his hands, adding to the mounting heat of her desire. Dolores could feel her pussy squeeze each time he fucked her mouth. Warm oils began to seep from her long unused reservoir.

"I can smell that pretty pussy of yours heating up already," Hal said.

"Oooooh, yes. But I want you to make it boil. I want you to eat my cunt. Kiss my sweet pussy and spear it with your tongue!"

She pushed herself up and leaned backward over the edge of Hal's desk, spreading her long, elegantly tapered legs to show the heated mouth of her cunt slit surging with wet pulses of desire.

Hal loved to eat cunt, especially when he could rasp his tongue up and down over a sweet juicy clit. Dolores reached between her legs and spread the pink lips of her pussy to expose her sensitive little nub.