Janet McCoy: The wife_s new pet

The men were already engrossed in talk about the claim. "Why don't I take you down for a look at the dredge and our diving equipment? You'll get a better idea of what I'm talking about." Greg's manner was eager, but businesslike. He was already taking charge. He turned to Ellie. "I already stocked your trailer there with some supplies. How would you like to rustle us up some grub while we're gone?"

Ellie did not like being relegated to the kitchen the moment she arrived. What bothered her more was that it didn't even occur to her own husband that she might like to go along. She watched the two retreating figures. Her whole body trembled with hurt and anger. With furious relish, she contemplated serving them arsenic pie on their return.

When she had cooled down, the blonde decided it was too early to jeopardize their new situation by complaining to the men. So she went into the trailer and dutifully prepared beans and hash browns and pork chops and rolls. The trailer was not quite as cramped inside as it looked from the outside. She had always dreaded the idea of living in a tin box. But, for her husband's sake, she vowed to learn to like it.

The men mollified her hurt feelings by amply praising her cooking. They talked around the small dining table until late into the night, remembering from time to time to direct a comment or two at Ellie. She amused herself by studying her husband's good-looking friend. As the boring hours dragged by, she began to fantasize what he would be like as a lover. Strong. Ruthless, maybe. She began to experience a familiar tingling down in her pussy. She wished Greg would go away so she and Hank could make love. Her cunt craved his thick filling cock.

She tried to tell herself, at any rate, that it was her husband's cock she craved. Still, she had never met a man as magnetic as Greg Bantam. Even after he had left, his aura lingered behind him. She and Hank discussed him for some time. Ellie claimed to think he was "very nice". Hank repeated some of his favorite stories about Greg's achievements at school – which included seducing both countless female students and several lady instructors. Ellie's wide blue eyes grew wider in wonder at the sheer endurance of the man.

The young blonde could feel her pussy growing wet inside her pants. Unwilling to admit what unwifely speculations were bringing her to such a peak of arousal, she began to stroke her husband's groin suggestively.

"Hey, baby!" He smiled delightedly at her. "You ready for some action for that sweet little pussy of yours?"

She fell to her knees on the rug and pouted suggestively up at him. "Not yet, Hank! First I want to play with you! I want to suck your nice big prick."

Her little-girl voice and her angelic, blonde-framed face made her husband's cock throb with lust. Ellie was still new enough at the game of sex that she didn't often take the initiative to be the aggressor. It thrilled him when she did. She looked so young and innocent. Her obvious eager sexuality was like the icing on the cake to the rest of her lush charms.

"Okay, baby… you can do it if you take your clothes off. I want to look at you while you're playing with me!" His cock throbbed hungrily in his pants as she slowly stripped off her clothes. First her chest was bared. Her large upthrusting tits bobbled enticingly as she bent down to pull off her slacks and panties. A rush of desire for her welled through him when he caught the first glimpse of her wispy blonde pubic hair and the tantalizing triangle of her twat. "That's my girl! You're sexy, baby! Now you can play with me!"

Once again, Hank marveled at his good fortune as his wife knelt beside him and pulled his rigid prick from his pants. He watched spellbound as her sensual lips closed over his cock-head and began to nibble its rounded surface with maddening little nips. Her tongue darted from between her lips and stabbed the slit in his cock-tip. Hank's whole body trembled. "Uuuhh! Good girl!"

Ellie began to work furiously over her husband's hardened prick, trying to drive out the treacherous thoughts that were haunting her. It was hard to forget about Greg Bantam and all the women he had bedded – he must really have something! But, the more avidly she sucked and laved Hank's cock, the less she thought… about anything. She could feel the juices flowing in her pussy, trickling down onto her naked thighs. The delicious sensation drove her on to more abandoned efforts.

Opening her mouth wide, she took the whole rock-hard shaft of her husband's cock deep into her throat. Her body quaked with excitement at the thought of that potent member she had captured within her mouth. With hungry relish, she began to work her head up and down. It delighted her the way his prick grew steadily with her devoted ministrations. "Mmmmmmpphhh," she grunted around the filling shaft in her mouth. She didn't even want to take the time to raise her head from her task. But, still, she was trying to tell him she loved him.

"Oooohh! That's it! Christ! You're a greedy little bitch!" Hank slipped his hips forward on the chair until his ass was poised right on the edge. He stared spellbound up at the ceiling while his wife's mouth brought his cock to a fiery state of tingling, bubbling ecstasy. She was making him feel so damned good, he was afraid he would blow. And he didn't want to. Not yet.

What he needed was a change of pace. Probably her hot little cunt could use one too.

"Sit on me, baby! Sit on my prick! I want to feel your pussy around me!"

Ellie's pussy was so aroused by this time, that the young housewife didn't stop to ask any questions. She scrambled up onto her feet and straddled her husband's lap. Holding her breath and the pulsing shaft of Hank's ready cock, she lowered herself slowly down until just his cock-head was immersed in wet welcoming pussy-flesh. "Oooooohhh! Oh Hank, it feels good! It sure feels… uuuuuhh! Ooooooohhhh!"

Hank had gripped her firmly by the hips and forced her down hard onto his throbbing organ. The sudden descent of her hot engulfing cunt-walls made him sigh with relief. That was what he wanted! Her pussy clutched his cock with eager enthusiasm. Steadily and masterfully, his strong arms began to work her ass up and down over his cock. It was as if she were a puppet, and he the master who knew exactly how to handle all her strings. Her looked into her beautiful young face that was slack with mounting pleasure. The very sight of her lewd arousal brought his cock another notch toward steel-hard rigidity. "Oh, baby! Your pussy feels great!"

"Hank, darling! Oh, fuck me! Fuck meee!" She didn't have to be goaded into saying the obscene words this time. Her husband's solid fucking was once again turning her into his willing whore. She felt so ashamed for the naughty thoughts she had been having about Hank's partner. How could she possibly think of another man when her own husband could bring her this kind of intense pleasure?

The rebellious thought flashed through her mind that Hank was the only man she had ever fucked. Maybe other men could do it even better. Maybe there were realms of sensuality she hadn't even dreamed of yet.

She forced the idea from her mind, concentrating instead on the thick expanding presence that was forcing her cunt-walls wide apart. With renewed enthusiasm, she began to ride her man's cock as if he were a horse and she a lady in a hurry. Again and again she drove her cunt down onto his cock. Again and again, until she had lost all concept of time and place. Until she was the panting, near-hysterical slave of the swelling cock up inside her voracious pussy. "Oh Hank! Darling! Fuck meee!"

Her husband was somewhat astonished by Ellie's lusty responses. She was always an exciting lay, but tonight she seemed to be going right out of her head. He wondered if his buddy could hear her screams in the next trailer. Smiling a secret proud smile, he hoped that he could. He wanted Greg to know just what kind of a special woman he had landed. Though he realized his friend hadn't quite made up his mind about Ellie yet, Hank thought the older man could have no objections if he knew what an intensely sensual woman he had married. After all, that was what Greg looked for in a woman. It seemed to Hank it was all he looked for. Though he had seen Greg with dozens of women, he had never seen him get involved with even one. To Hank, who craved the solidity of a relationship, Greg's attitude was downright incomprehensible.