Robert Jenkins: Loose wife

Jill was so hot and excited from Hal's finger-work up inside her wildly amused cunt that she at first barely noticed the signs of his impending orgasm. Then she became aware of the sudden final swelling of his climaxing prick. She barely had time to ready herself for the first hot gush of sperm. In a few seconds she was choking and coughing as she did her best to swallow every drop of her husband's spewing load.

Then she started to cum, too. Hal's hot finger-fucking, coupled with the lewd realization that she was sucking his cock almost in public, touched off her own climax.

"Aaaah!" she moaned around his gushing cock-tip, her mouth falling open helplessly. As her body bucked and writhed on the seat, great gobs of Hal's sperm poured back out her mouth to run down her chin. Her cunt spumed wildly, pouring a hot stream of girl-cum over Hal's hand.

The truck drove by the driver shifting down to low gear while he stared down into the car parked beside the road. He caught the last of Jill's wild movements, saw the cum glistening on her face. His cock lurched in his pants. "God Almighty!" he muttered, and hoped he was lucky enough to pick up a horny female hitchhiker.

As the truck began to accelerate, finally vanishing down around a bend in the road, Jill bucked out the last of her orgasm.

"Mmmmnnn," she sighed, sitting up, smoothing her skirt down around her thighs. She became aware of the sperm running in slippery trails down her chin. She tried wiping it off with the back of her hand. But there was too much. Pretty soon her hand was as messily sticky as her face.

Jill was fastidiously cleaning her face with a wad of kleenex, a pleasant glow still throbbing up inside her cunt, when Hal jerked the car away from the curb.

"Boy, oh boy, was that terrific!" he enthused. "But it's only the beginning, baby! Wait'll we get home. I'm gonna fuck your ears off."

A spark of resentment flared inside Jill. Hadn't the bastard had enough? The spontaneity of their lust-filled coupling in the car had turned her on when she'd thought she couldn't be turned on at all. Now, the thought of a planned, premeditated fuck when they got back to the house frankly bored her.

Which was strange to Jill. All her life she'd been a horny woman, wondering if she'd ever be able to get all the sex her body seemed to crave.

Well, she'd found a cure for her horniness, but not in the way she'd expected. Marriage. She had to admit it; it seemed to be turning her off like a switch. After only two years, the thought of Hal's big prick heading for her match no longer filled her with passion.

Oh, now and then she felt just as turned-on a ever with her husband. But only now and then. She remembered the first few months of their marriage, when it had seemed they were going to fuck one another to death. Hal had nearly lost his job. So many mornings he had been late to work, lingering in bed with his sexy young wife, soaking his ever-ready cock in juicy, hot cunt-meat.

All good things come to an end, Jill thought wryly. And she supposed the same held true with her and Hal's sex life. But what an awful thought.

Because they were married, supposedly facing the rest of their lives together. What a loss if their sex life died, leaving their marriage nothing but a burnt out hull!

Jill still loved Hal. She had no doubt of that. His wit, his tenderness, his very manliness, all deeply satisfied her. He was a fine companion, and indeed, a fine lover. So why the hell this strange sexual reluctance on her part?

Hal's sexual appetite toward her seemed to have cooled a little, too. She wondered why he was so turned-on tonight. Maybe he'd seen the couple necking in the hallway, too.

A sense of heaviness grew in Jill as they neared home. By the time they pulled into the driveway, she was steeling herself for the unwanted fuck she knew Hal would demand of her. Not demand, actually. But he was so enthusiastic, she didn't know how she could turn him down.

"Okay, baby, you head for the bedroom. I'm gonna put some music on," Hal said as they went in the front door.

Sighing. Jill went into the bedroom and began undressing. She lay down naked on top of the bedspread. She practiced spreading her legs, feeling the cool night air washing over her juice damp cunt. Lying there that way, crotch splayed lewdly open, she found herself getting a little turned-on. But not at the thought of Hal fucking her, as he intended to do.

Jill started thinking about the party, and about a man she had met tonight. A man named Pat, dark, slender, vibrant. So much different than Hal, who was big and muscular and blond. The difference was what excited her. Was Pat's cock different, too? Jill spun a web of fantasy, flying to imagine what Pat's cock might look like. She had never done anything like this before in her life.

Jill's fantasy popped like a bubble as Hal came breezily into the room. He was naked, too. His cock was already half-hard, dangling and swaying between his powerful thighs.

His eyes lit on Jill, sprawled naked on the bed. One damn good-looking woman! Hal realized he'd been taking Jill for granted for the past few months. The early part of their marriage, he hadn't been able to get enough of her lush young body. But lately, she'd been the handy hole to punch that he kept at home.

Several months ago, Hal had started fucking other women. Not often, but whenever the opportunity presented itself. Just enough to remind himself he was still young, still on the prowl.

But that was no reason to neglect the first-class piece of ass he had at home. He'd give Jill a fucking tonight that would make up for his recent neglect. He still loved his wife, and regretted that he'd started thinking of her as a comfortable part of his household furnishings.

Hal climbed up on the bed, lying down next to Jill. His cocktip dug into her side. With her eyes still closed, she was thinking of Pat. But when she felt Hal's prick against her body, she opened her eyes. It was almost a shock to see her husband. She had been so deeply immersed in her Pat fantasy.

Instantly, Jill felt her cunt drying up. A moment ago it had been merrily bubbling and steaming as she fantasized about Pat's cock. Now, as Hal's fingers diddled in her pussy-slit, she flinched a little. It almost hurt.

But there was still so much juice left over from Jill's earlier arousal that Hal didn't notice. He wormed his finger up into Jill's cunt. It seemed a little tight to him, but he supposed it was just because his wife was becoming excited. Sometimes, the hotter she got, the more desperately her hungry cunt clamped down on anything he fed it.

Jill felt herself turning off. But it was far too late to back out of letting Hal fuck her. The trouble was, with her cunt drying up it was liable to hurt when her husband finally shoved his big prick up into her tight hole.

Then Jill remembered how hot she'd gotten thinking about Pat. Well, why not do it again? It did seem a little like betrayal, to be thinking about another while her husband fucked her, but at the moment, theft seemed to be no other way. Also, Jill was a little annoyed that Hal was taking her sexual intent so much for granted.

Jill closed her eyes, conjuring up Pat's vibrant, dark good looks. She slowly stripped off his clothes in her mind's eye, until she had bared his cock. She imagined it to be slender, like the rest of him, bone-bait, jutting starkly from his slim loins.

Hal felt a of warmth from his wife's cunt. Naturally, he attributed it to his fine finger-work. As he flicked his thumb back and forth over Jill's clit, he had no idea her mind was full of the image of another man's cock.

By the time Hal finally climbed on her nude body, Jill was panting with desire. But desire for Pat. She tried to ignore Hal's considerable weight, it was unlike what she suspected Pat would feel like above her.