Janet McCoy: Wife on the loose

Heather reached out and grabbed his cock.

She had decided that drastic action was needed.

Like a good wife, she had waited patiently for her husband to indicate an interest in fucking before going to sleep. But when Tom had turned his back to her and indicated an immediate interest in going to sleep, it had been more than Heather could take.

She was horny. She wanted to get fucked.

Why should I have to play with myself when I've got this perfectly good cock right in bed with me? she asked herself, not unreasonably. It's time I started making it clear when I want sex.

"Heather, honey, I've got a hard day's work ahead of me tomorrow. I've got to get some sleep. Uuuuuhhh…"

His wife's skilled finger manipulations drew a groan from his throat, despite his reluctance. He could feel his prick starting to grow under her touch. He sighed. It looked like he was going to have to go through with it.

"But Tom, darling," she purred, her hand never slowing in its teasing cock-caresses. "I need you so bad. All evening, I've been thinking about how nice it would be to make love to you when we got to bed. I just couldn't stand, to lie awake all night, needing you."

Her fingers played over the bulging tip of his cock. They tantalized the thick ridge that separated cock-head and shaft. She could feel her cunt tingling as his prick grew steadily to iron-hard rigidity.

Her pussy wanted that stiff cock up inside it!

"Uuuuuhh."

Tom was falling prey to the insistent stroking of his pretty wife's fingers. He felt sleep slipping away as his swollen cock-shaft became first priority. He was going to have to get her rocks off before he got any sleep tonight!

"Oh, Tom. I love your cock honey!"

With a low moan, Heather dipped her head down under the sheet. She found her husband's throbbing cock and closed her lips over the bulbous tip.

"Aiieee, Jee-zuz Christ, woman!"

Tom gritted his teeth and ground his ass down into the mattress. He never could resist the honey-soft feel of his wife's mouth on his prick. Not even when he was as tired as he was tonight!

Her lips worked like tiny feathers over his whole stiff cock-shaft. They teased his pulsing tool until it had grown as hard as an iron pipe. The pressure was enormous. The pleasure was even greater! He reached down and tangled his fingers in her lang, thick red hair. He guided her head up and down over his cock, relishing every tongue-caress.

"Shit, woman! Yeah, that's the way! Suck my cock, baby!"

Every time his wife gave him a head-job, Tom realized what a lucky man he was. Heather was an incredibly sensual woman. And she knew how to enjoy her sensuality.

The only problem was that sometimes Tom felt his wife's sexiness was too much. It tired him out – just the thought of trying to keep up with her. She was always ready for it. Tom suspected that, if he could give it to her, Heather would be fucking twenty-four hours out of the day.

It made him proud, though, to see the way other men looked at him when he was with her. Pure envy! And it was easy to see why. In the dim glow of the night light, her red hair shone around her lovely face. Her full lips ovaled provocatively around, his thick prick. She was kneeling over his cock, and her round ass-cheeks thrust enticingly into the air. Her lust tits swayed beneath her. He reached down and cupped one ripe tit in his hand. She groaned.

"Mmmm, Tommy…" Her words were scarcely audible as she continued to work her mouth up and down over her husband's palpitating dick.

Heather was enjoying immensely the perverse thrill of seducing her own husband. Despite his earlier indifference, Tom was as eager now for satisfaction as she herself was. She could feel her cunt-juice flowing from her throbbing pussy. Her twat was hot and eager, ready for action. But she was willing to wait the extra few minutes, to bring her husband up to an urgent peak of need. Then she would get him to fuck her.

With tireless enthusiasm, she bobbed her head up and down over Tom's cock. Her tongue probed and tantalized the little slit in his cock-tip and the rubbery ridge that framed his knob. She loved the resilient feel of his prick in her mouth. For a moment, she allowed herself to think about how good that hard rod would feel in her pussy. The thought alone made the juices overflow her cunt and trickle along her thigh. Her twat throbbed with the need to be filled… with something long and hard and thick.

Tom was feeling completely abandoned. He was lying back against his pillow, his hands clutching at the sheet beneath him for moral support. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the liquid softness of her mouth making love to his cock. He could feel the blood thumping in his prick. The urge to blow was strong.

"Oooobh, Heather baby! You sure do that nice! Aahhhh! Shit!" As his excitement became more intense, he thrust his hips up against her face, sending his cock surging deep into her throat.

She gagged slightly once, but she managed to open her throat and take his deep cock-thrusts into her mouth. There was no point in trying to stab his cock with her tongue now. He was past that point. He wanted to use her mouth like a cunt, to fuck deep and rhythmically into her obscenely defiled throat.

"Mmmmm. Oooohhhh!"

Heather was enjoying sucking Tom's cock, but she was becoming anxious. She was afraid he would go ahead and cum before she had a chance to get her own satisfaction.

There was only one thing to do.

Tom obviously was content with things the way they were. He would likely just keep on fucking her mouth like this until he came.

Heather's mouth abandoned his cock. She crawled closer and straddled his crotch, poising her cunt over his upthrust prick. Hovering over him, she allowed his cock-head to graze her cunt-lips for a moment. Then it all became too much. She had to fuck!

She sat down hard on his prick. It soared deep up into her clutching cunt.

"Ooooohhh, Tommm! Your cock feels so good in meee!"

She closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy. Her whole body throbbed with the delicious thrill of being filled to brim with hard cock. Every little nerve-ending along her cunt-walls was overloading, on the tantalizing sensations of thick rubbery prick grazing pussy.

"Aaaaiiieeee! I love it! I love it!"

Without wasting any more time, she began, to raise and lower herself. In the dim night-light glow, Tom could see his prick glistening with her juices. He gritted his teeth with pleasure. Her pussy massaging his cock felt even better than her mouth. He could feel his cock responding with hungry fervor to her cunt's clasping caresses. It was like the most wonderful of hot wet massages.

"Jeez, Heather! Shit, you've got a sweet cunt, baby! Wowwww!"

Like her mouth, Heather's pussy was sensational. Tom had heard some of the guys at work complaining about their wives' slack cunts. But Tom just smiled smugly.

Heather's cunt was tight as a virgin's.

It was clinging to his cock now like a mitt around a baseball. He could feel the excitement teeming through his prick. It was becoming more than he could stand!

"Aiieee! Jeez! Oh, baby, here I cummm!"

Heather's gyrating motions over her husband's cock stopped dead. She was on the verge of tears. His prick had only been in her cunt for a minute or two, not nearly long enough. And she had wanted to cum so bad!

Conflicting emotions struggled inside her. Should she let Tom know how disappointed she was? Or should she be a good little wife and act like it had been as good for her as it was for him?

If this had been the first time such a thing had happened, she would gladly had pretended to be pleased with their fuck-session.