Duncan Fox - Hungry spouse

Then she dropped, ramming his cock abruptly into her crotch. "Wharrrr!" she grunted, the air driven from her lungs by a convulsion that racked her entire body.

Jerry began pinching her clitoris in time with her up and down movements, and Diane thought she was going to faint with pleasure. She felt like an animal being roasted on a spit as flames bathed her body. Her muscles convulsed and twitched. A tidal wave of fluids burst from her glutted cunt and poured onto Jerry's already soaked pain.

Diane lifted again, and dropped, harder and more sharply this time. She gored herself on the cock in her guts. She lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped. Her body slammed down on Jerry's with a lewd, slapping sound. Her breasts quivered and shook at each impact. Her tongue lolled mindlessly from her mouth, making her look retarded. In a way she had become just that, since her intelligence was blotted out by the overwhelming animal pleasure that was roaring through her graceful bucking body.

His hands braced on the slippery plane of Diane's pelvic girdle, Jerry kept his thumbs on her clit. By gripping her with his fingers, he was able to avoid losing touch with her nerve bud. He pressed and rolled it against her pubic arch and between his thumbs.

"Awww-awww-awww-awww!" Diane panted as the flames from her vagina and her clitoris swirled and blended into a single spiraling fire storm that consumed her whale body. "Awww – I'm coming! I'm commmmming!"

Jerry's hips were thrusting up in counterpoint to her moves, making their bodies crash together even harder than they had been. The head of his prick slammed against the end of her vagina with each bruising thrust. The velvety walls of her cunt burned past his cock, creating searing new flames in his guts.

He was coming. He was erupting for the second time. He was shooting thick, burning gouts of cum into an already drowned vagina. His balls were convulsing and pumping, ramming wave after thick wave deep into her lush, hungry body.

The twitching and spurting of his cock drove her cunt to redoubled efforts. And the squeezing and milking of her cunt stimulated still more convulsions and eruptions from his cock.

Jerry was amazed to see a burning red flush spread up from Diane's crotch, up and out over her body until her whole torso was glowing with a flaming blush. Her eyes bugging out blindly, her mouth open and gasping for air, Diane looked as if she were suffering a fatal seizure.

Then she folded forward and dropped onto him, and her exhausted breathing reassured him. Weakly, he extracted his hands from between them and wrapped his arms around her sweat-slippery body. He stroked her slowly and tenderly as his prick slowly withdrew from her hot hole. His groin was one deep ache of total sexual satisfaction.

His guts were a pool of sick guilt. God, how easy it was, once you had fallen off the wagon. What was he doing to his wife and his family and his marriage of seventeen years? How long would it last? Sooner or later, Sue was going to catch on to what he was doing and her temper matched her red hair.

The only evidence of Sue's fury was the way her green eyes flashed an she glared at Carl Randall. Without looking around to see if anyone was watching, she took his overly familiar paw off her well-rounded thigh.

"Keep your hands to yourself," she snapped at the brazen lifeguard.

"Now, is that any way to talk with someone who – uh – knows you as well as I do?" Carl asked insolently.

Carl's touch, and the memory of what he had done to her in the shower, sent a wave of heat boiling through Sue.

"I've forgotten all about what happened a week ago," she said, trying to get still madder so she would be able to ignore her growing horniness. "And you had damn well better forget it, too."

Carl glanced around carefully. The pool was empty. The only other people around was a small group playing bridge at the far end. "But you are unforgettable," Carl replied in an oily tone. "How could I possibly forget the way you lit up when I put it to you? Why, the scratches you clawed in my back won't let me forget." He gripped her thigh again, very high up, his fingers pressing into the soft, warm flesh just below the leg band of her suit. An inch higher and his fingers would be pressing against her pussy.

Sue's fury won out over her lust. Without even thinking she grabbed Carl's forearm and sank her long, strong nails into him. For a moment it was a real contest. Then Carl's confident grin changed to a wince and he released her thigh.

"You keep your slimy hands to yourself, or by God I'll have you sacked," Sue informed him bluntly.

Carl's grin was strained as he held his arm to staunch the flow of blood. His face was white under his tan. "Oh, no you won't, Mrs. Hot Pants. I'm sure your husband would be very interested to know how I found out about the mole you have just above your pussy. You won't do a thing." He got to his feet and strutted away, still holding his arm where she had pierced it with her nails.

She glared after him, rigid with fury. Then, all at once, fighting back her team, she slumped. The bastard, the absolute bastard. He had her right where he wanted her, and he knew it. God, why had she ever given in to him in the first place? She should have applied a knee where it would have done the most good, before he had gotten his paws on her.

But just remembering that foul episode heated her up. And now, the way he had touched her thigh, so high, so boldly, so intimately, had stimulated her. She could still feel his hard hand pressing insolently into her delicate flesh, practically into her pussy.

Sue realized suddenly that she was sweating. It was not a particularly hot day. She got up from the lounge, took two long strides across the deck and plunged into the water. It closed around her like an icy body stocking, jolting her. She coasted through the clear blue filtered salt water, then drifted to the surface. Carefully avoiding looking at Carl in his elevated chair, she swam the length of the pool and back. She could feel his eyes on her. It was a choice: give him either her ass to look at, or her breast.

The water was cooling only Sue's skin, and she knew it. In her guts she was burning up, from week-old memories, from minutes-old touches. The handsome lifeguard's insolence increased her perverse lust. And now, knowing he was watching her, was adding to her excitement. She had a sudden insane desire to strip naked, right there, in the middle of the pool, and feel the cool water touch her all over while he feasted his eyes on her nudity.

"This gone far enough!" Sue muttered softly, furious with herself now.

Quickly, she splashed to the side of the pool, hoisted herself out, grabbed her towel and headed for the lockers. At least this time she did not need to worry about Carl. He was on duty, and couldn't leave the pool. This late in the season, he and the other lifeguard alternated.

Deliberately, Sue went to the shower farthest from her locker – farthest from the one where that animal Carl had "taken advantage" of her. The quaint phrase made her lips quirk in a weak smile as she adjusted the water. She unfastened the bra of her suit and freed her breasts. The feeling of nothing but air against those heavy orbs always made her take a deep, satisfied breath. She wished she could get away without wearing a bra, but her build and the social pressures in the town dictated otherwise.

Briskly, she pushed the bottom of her suit down and off, and stepped out of it. Leaving it on the floor to be rinsed by the water running off of her, she took the bar of soap and used it to lather her salty red hair. She knew she was vain about her long, rich red curls and didn't care. What woman wouldn't have given anything to have hair that color, with just the right amount of curl? Year after year, regardless of changing styles, Sue wore it long, to her shoulder blades in back, to tickle the tips and curl tantalizingly around the full thrust of her tits in front.