Janet McCoy: The coach_s hot wife

As she grew more aroused, she rubbed her hand more abandonedly over her hot wet cunt. She took another long drink of scotch, then she stabbed a finger deep up inside her pussy. Her cunt-muscles locked hold of it greedily. She sent a second finger up to join the first. That was more filling. That stretched her more. "Uuuuuhhh… God, I love to feel good!" She began to work her obscene phallus in and out of her craving twat.

She worked her panties down over her rounded ass-cheeks until they were far enough down that she could pull one leg free. She spread her thighs wide apart, relishing her abandon as she recklessly skewered her fingers in and out of her aroused pussy.

The smile of the blond-haired boy leapt into her mind. She remembered how his shyness had touched her. He obviously had felt embarrassed about the feelings that looking at her provoked. Her own excitement had embarrassed Martha then. But, looking back on it, she felt only the naked desire. She could imagine that such an untouched boy would be the perfect lover. He would do all the things she wished Frank would do, but knew he would never do.

She could imagine the awe the boy would feel if she let him touch her breast or her pussy. The thought of his trembling admiration made her cunt spew forth moisture. She worked her fingers more harshly. She shoved them as deep as she could get them into her cunt. She reached inside her blouse, inside her bra and pinched her nipple. She pinched it as hard as Frank did in the throes of passion, but this time she felt no contradictory signal of shame. She did not have to worry now that Frank was using her body disrespectfully and belittling her because she responded so readily. When she taught of the boy, she did not feel the guilt and confusion she felt when she had sex with her husband.

She thought of the boy, of both boys, as purity, as romance, as innocence and youth. She could not imagine that they would ever look at a woman as a mere object for their self-indulgent lusts.

She stared at the TV set, but she did not see the picture projected there. She saw the blond boy. She saw his big blue eyes wide with wonder as he watched her stroke her pussy to wet distraction. With the alcohol pulsing through her veins, distorting her thoughts, Martha reveled in the depraved thought of playing with herself in front of the inexperienced boy.

She was sure he was inexperienced because of the way he had looked shyly away when she smiled at him. He was uneasy with her because she was a woman. He was a babe in the woods on the verge of manhood. She could teach him so much. She could teach him to be the kind of lover she had always wanted to have. And, at the same time, she could grasp hold of the tenderness and romance that were so woefully lacking in her life.

"Oh God, it would be so beautiful, honey! If I could have you here with me! If I could have both of you here with me!" The higher she got the more fantastic Martha's dreams became. Her hand smacked against her clitoris each time she stoked her fingers deep into her cunt. The jolts of pleasure shot darts of arousal through every nerve-ending. She was trembling like a leaf in a high breeze. She knew she was getting close to climax. In her abandoned state, she let herself think about whatever came to mind that might help her over the last hurdle to wallowing forgetful ecstasy.

She could imagine herself with a naked boy stretched out on either side of her. Each of them would have a hard-on pressing against her sensitive flesh. She would be so wet and hot, so willing to serve their every lustful need. "Oh God, I feel so good! I feel sooooo good-d-d!" With the alcohol for ally, Martha was riding on top of the world. She, was shameless. She was beautiful in the full flush of her hunger. She could feel her clitoris starting to spasm, and she pulled her knees up and drove her fingers deep, deep into her cunt. She wailed like a wounded animal when the orgasm struck her. She shut her eyes tight and let herself flow with pleasure.

"Oh God, it feels good to cummmmmm…" In the oblivion of climax, Martha did not need anyone, not even the memory of the boys. She felt wave after wave of tingling joy shake her shapely body as she pulled herself up tense. Gradually, with the tension freed from her, she let go. She stretched out and relaxed. Her fingers were still inside her pussy as she started to drift into sleep.

As consciousness slowly left her, Martha found herself regretting that once the crisis was past, the guilt started flowing in. She knew that, when she woke up she would be shocked with herself for fantasizing such things about two innocent young boys. She was still tipsy enough now to let herself enjoy just a few more moments of mindless pleasure before her vigilant conscience took over.

Her pussy could still throb guilt-free around her wet embedded fingers.

As usual, Frank was sitting over his breakfast with his face buried in the sports page of the morning paper. Martha watched him from her post beside the stove, wondering if he had heard her any of the three times she had asked him about her dentist's appointment. She decided she would try just one time more.

"Frank?"

"Mm?"

"I have to be at the dentist's today at three o'clock. You know there aren't any buses going that way and a taxi would cost a fortune. Do you think you could take some time away from the school and drive me?"

"Mm?"

Martha's heart sank. It seemed hopeless. It was so seldom she asked him for a favor, but even then she could not wring any kind of cooperation from him.

"Holy shit! I should have left five minutes ago! Why didn't you tell me?" Suddenly, he rushed from the table and tucked his paper in with his lunch bag. "I'll see you later, Martha. Try to have a good day." He didn't even look at her before he turned to let himself out the back door.

"Are you going to be here at two thirty, Frank?"

"Sure… sure… sure… bye…"

Martha had rationalized her lurid fantasies of a couple of days before by blaming Frank for them. If her husband took better care of her, she would not have to day dream about young boys with attractive smiles. She would not feel starved for little gestures that showed her she was beautiful or that she was worthy of love. She would not be blushing like a schoolgirl when a schoolboy grinned at her.

Her resentment against her husband made her stubborn. Instead of making other arrangements to get to the dentist, she would sit at home and wait for Frank to pick her up. When he did not show up, she would be angry about missing her appointment. She would let him know she was angry. The pale blonde decided it was time she started showing Frank she was not a household fixture to be ignored or pushed around whenever he felt like it.

She only hoped she would have the courage to carry out her plan. She was sick and tired of feeling like a non-person.

At two-thirty there was no sign of Frank. But there came a knock at the front door just at the point when Martha had decided to take off her good dress. She was shocked to discover that her escort was the same dark-haired boy who had offered to see her to her car at the school gym.

Nervously, she reached up to smooth her ponytail into place. She knew she did not look so pretty as she had the other day. She regretted that she had not taken more trouble with her appearance. There had seemed no point, when only Frank and her sixty-year-old dentist would be seeing her. She had never expected to see the handsome black-haired boy again.

"Steve, isn't it?" She tried to keep her manner casual. The thought that the boy might detect her excitement terrified her. "Please come in."

"The coach sent me to drive you to the dentist's, Mrs. Roy. I've got his car waiting out front."

"Oh… Oh." Again Martha smoothed her hair. She smoothed, down the folds of her pale green dress. It was hard for her to think. "Well, that's very nice of you, Steve. I guess I'm all ready."