Duncan Fox - Hungry spouse

She squirmed in his arms like a trapped animal. The delicate writhing mashed her skin against his, scraped her nipples along his hairy chest. She was as sinuous as a snake as she writhed in his grasp. She made him feel vibrantly alive from his head to his toes, more aware of his nerve endings than he would ever have believed possible.

When she pushed away from him, his heart nearly stopped with terror. He was too far gone now. If she tried to deny him what he wanted, what he needed, he knew he would have no choice but to take it, forcefully. He was no longer entirely human, and he knew it.

He crouched on the sofa, his muscles coiled, then something told him that she wasn't running away. He held himself in check as she got up.

She stood in front of him, facing him, her blue eyes glittering with passion. Her teeth flashed white through her partially opened, glistening lips – lips that showed the flush of lust and bruising kisses.

She reached across her bare torso to unfasten the waistband of her short skirt. The skirt dropped around her ankles and she stepped out of it, bent gracefully to pick it up, and hung it intimately with his jacket over the arm of the couch.

Jerry's chest tightened at the sight of her near nudity. She was now down to panties, stockings and garter belt. There were few secrets left about her body now. It was a body that needed no padding, no restraint, not even any support. It was young, and healthy, and womanly, and perfect. Jerry thought the sight of her beauty was going to kill him. Her long, nylon-sheathed legs were slim, tapered and graceful. The skin above the tops of here nylons was pale white, firm and flawless. Her black panties formed a stark contrast to the whiteness of her flesh. The black garter belt rode low on her hips.

Diane walked gracefully over to the door and locked it. The chance of anyone violating the security of the closed door was small. However, she wanted to be positive there wouldn't be any interruptions. She returned to the couch, and began taking off her nylons.

Jerry's eyes had tracked her to the door and back, as if a radar locking device was guiding them. He had noted the firm play of her lush, exciting buttocks under, her clinging panties, the graceful scissoring of her long legs with every step, the way her stockinged toes gripped the expensive carpeting.

When she had returned, Jerry had stood up almost as if he were a puppet on a string. Tie felt as if he were being controlled by a power outside his own body. He began unbelting his pants, and kicked off his expensive loafers.

The two of them undressed as if they were old marrieds in their own bedroom. But neither took his eyes off the other. Jerry's heart hammered as he watched Diane roll her stockings down, then balance gracefully at the last moment to be rid of first one, then the other.

Diane eyed him hotly as he stripped his trousers down. The boxer shorts he wore were totally inadequate to contain the monster tower of his erect cock. They were tented out so far it looked as if the seams were going to burst. They were stained with the visible evidence of his desire for her. His tanned, hairy legs were powerful and masculine.

Diane unfastened her garter belt, tugged the straps up out of her panties, and flipped it aside casually. Then she hooked her thumbs in her panties and eased them downward.

Jerry froze, paralyzed. He felt as if he had never before seen a woman naked. He felt as if be were a pimply-faced teenager getting his first glimpse of live woman flesh.

The sight of Diane's full, thick pubic bush jarred him out of his paralysis. He heaved his shorts down over his mammoth cock, exposing his crotch only seconds after Diane had exposed hers. He was nearly as naked as she was. Finally, balancing awkwardly, he hauled his socks off.

Diane moved around him to the couch, never taking her eyes off of him. Her gaze was fastened boldly and eagerly on the monster thrust of his hard-on. She had never seen such a cock. She had never imagined such a beautiful prick existed. Her cunt was drooling in anticipation.

Jerry watched Diane circle him, his fists clenched tight. Her naked body moved with a fluid pace, a languidly sexy ease that made his every nerve blaze. Her breasts quivered enticingly with each slow, sultry step. Her nipples jutted forward provocatively. Her long, sleek thighs rubbed silently at each step, as the black patch of her pussy was alternately concealed, then revealed.

She sat down in front of him. She was still staring hungrily at his cock. She lay back on the couch, her gaze still riveted to his thrusting, impatient prick. Then she daintily lifted her feet to the couch. She squirmed to the back of the sofa and rolled so that she was not quite on her back, not quite on her side. She deliberately and carefully left a wide space on the couch next to her.

Her head on one of the small, soft throw pillows, she spread her legs. She bent the upper one, opening the path to her cunt in one smooth, graceful motion.

She was presenting herself to him totally. Her arms were open to him, as was her crotch. Her blue eyes burned with searing desire. Her lips glistened with lust.

Jerry was on fire. He lowered himself carefully to the couch, stretched out and moved into her embrace. He didn't stop to wonder how he had gotten into this position with his secretary. He didn't think of his wife, or his business, or his self-respect, or his guilt. All he was capable of thinking of, if it could be called thinking, was mating with this beautiful ivory-skinned female.

He pressed the long, hard, hot length of his body to the soft, hot length of hers. He fitted smoothly between her thighs and into her arms, like a well-oiled piece of machinery. He felt the thick scratchiness of her bush against his cock. He eased his hips up, and felt the head of his massive prick push through her thick forest and into her dripping, scalding, slippery opening. There was no need for guidance. He pushed his ready prick into her burning, velvet cunt and felt her hot flesh embrace his cock. His lips met Diane's in still another sucking kiss. Teeth clashed against teeth as tongues probed and battled. Breasts were crushed against a hard chest with bruising force as body tried to melt into body. And cock penetrated pussy, a hot knife stabbing deep.

It was so good, that incredibly filling prick being thrust home in her hungry cunt. The feeling of the ripples in her vaginal walls being stretched smooth by that marvelous bulk was something she had never experienced before. She felt like she was being spitted on a telephone pole as she took Jerry's prick into her body. She was overwhelmed by a mystical feeling of fullness and completion. It was as if this was the moment she had been created for. It was not an orgasm, quite, but it was a truly magnificent feeling and almost as satisfying.

Jerry's hips heaved upward and forward with a steady, mechanical thrust that he was totally incapable of controlling. His body was beyond controlling. The frustrations, the agonies, and the stimulation's he had received in the past week had eliminated all his restraint. His consciousness was obliterated by the searing physical pleasure of fucking his secretary.

The hot ball of his orgasm swelled and burst as he finished his first thrust into the hot hole of Diane's cunt. His balls swelled, tightened and pulsed in a series of blazing spasms. His glands added their secretions and their thrust to the blazing spurts of semen. His cock twitched, recoiled, twitched again, and again, and again, blasting wave after wave after wave of cum deep into the stretched, sucking tunnel of Diane's cunt.

A moan of agony was torn from Jerry's mouth as he was convulsed by the searing pleasure of his orgasm. Like a stupid, impatient, selfish brat he had climaxed before the girl under him had a chance to even begin to climb to her peak. Even while his cock was wringing the ecstatic drops of his fluid into her, he was knotted with shame and anger. He had used and abused this tender, willing woman with all the selfishness of a rapist. He felt mortified.