Ron Taylor - Wife on the prowl

"DO you like it?" she asked. "It can be yours, and it won't cost you anything except a little effort, darling. All you have to do…" she moved toward him, her hands extended, ready to snake him into her embrace, "…all you have to do is make violent, mad love to me, right on that sweet, soft bed. But I know something that isn't sweet and soft. In fact, it's as violent and mad as it can be. Can you guess what I'm thinking of, darling?"

He groaned, terrifically, as Melinda oozed against him and her almost naked body touched his. She rubbed the growing bulge in his pants with her thighs and tummy, and she was a little sorry that her fingers found him to be on the flabby side, though he wasn't fat. But there would be plenty of time for Melinda to try on for size the young men, hard-muscled, with broad shoulders and year-round tans.

The most surprising part was how easy it all came to her. She'd thought it would be difficult, to say the least, picking up a man, fucking him in cold blood as a kind of revenge on her cheating husband. But it wasn't difficult at all. She seemed to know exactly what to say, how to act and Ron was so sweet in his confusion and uneasiness. Turning him on, keeping him turned on, and using him challenged and enthralled Melinda. Oh, did it ever!! She pound her cunt against him, then stepped back.

"Now it's up to you," she said. "Undress me with your hands. Strip away my underwear. Make me naked."

"Oh, shit," Ron moaned, but when he got his fingers on her there was no stopping him. He pulled the cups of her bra downward, till her tits with their small but darkly erect nipples spilled over in a double flood of white, inviting skin. Melinda had to show him the little hook between her boobs. He undid it and the bra fell away. "Oh, my God," he said, staring at her tits, drool foaming on his lips.

His hands came up to seize them, and Melinda groaned at the roughness of his caress. "God, they're so big and hot," he told her, squeezing, stroking, pinching off nipples between his fingers. Melinda shifted her weight from foot to foot, and her tits lifted and fell in his clutching hands. In its own way, it was an exciting situation. She felt moisture farming on the lips of her twat, inside the tight-fitting nylon panties, and she was more and more anxious to see what other delights might enrich her body from this evening of adulterous adventure.

"My pants," she whispered, removing one of his hands from a tit, steering it down her body. "Why don't you take off my pants, too?"

Mi, Neil! Bouncing on a bed at the Plaza with his little blonde fluffy, no doubt. Assuming that his wife was sitting at home watching television, blissfully unaware that her husband was mixing business with pleasure this stolen weekend. She wished Neil were here to see this. Especially when Ron's hand stole into her skimpy panties and took a big fistful of dark pussy hair and the damp cuntal silt hidden inside, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh…" Melinda groaned and thrust against his clutching hand, dripping her juices upon his palm and fingers. "Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Ron was shrinking. Wasn't he? He'd been looking wistfully into her eyes, but now she could see only the top of his head, the bald patch at the crown. He had his tongue out, and it was licking a path down the slope of her tits, just like a skier. Aaggghhh!! He'd found her nipple!

"Suck it," Melinda panted as the nipple swelled and extended in his mouth. "Suck it for me, nil nice and sweet… I feel like a mother nursing a darling little baby." Perhaps if they'd had children, she and Neil mightn't have gotten into this miserable mess. But neither of them wanted to be tied down so early in their marriage. So maybe it was for the best. If the marriage broke up because of Neil's philandering, because of her own method of getting revenge, children would only be an encumbrance in divorce court. And besides – even a famished baby could suck tit with as much charming eagerness as Ron showed right now.

His hand was still busy in her pants, feeling her cunt, a finger or two sliding up and down the vaginal crease, in, out, in, out, till Melinda was heaving and sighing against the man. "Fuck me with your finger," she whispered. "Slick it in. All the way in. I love it when you touch me. God, I love it!"

She wasn't lying. It had been a long time since strange fingers had explored her cunt. The session with Dave Hammett this afternoon had been fantastic, but she had six months of neglect to make up for, and if Ron's fingers could help, they were Goddamned welcome to do it.

He sucked both her tits, chewed on the ends of them, bit and sucked and nibbled and lipped the nipples until Melinda felt woozy all over, and still she was sorry when his mouth finally abdicated the chore and he dropped both hands to her panties. He took hold of the waistband and pulled it down as he dropped to his knees, and Melinda felt cool air touch her bush as the panties descended.

Ron was staring at her cunt. "Jesus, it's beautiful," he whispered reverently. Melinda looked down at the kneeling man, and she saw the overhead light glint slightly on his bald spot.

"Yes," she agreed, "and it's yours, if you want it. Kiss me! Oh, God, kiss me!"

He raised his face and started to rise, but Melinda touched the top of his head. "No," she said. "Kiss my pussy. It needs loving too."

Ron made a face, as if he weren't sure. But that frown turned into a pucker, very quickly, and he slammed his mouth against her groin. She felt his lips on her sopping heat. His mouth fluttered, and she thought he might have used his tongue once or twice, but it was too quick to be sure. Obviously he wasn't used to giving head to a woman, she realized with a little regret, and she loosened the grip of her hands on him.

He settled back, gasping. "I don't want to eat," he sighed, "I want to fuck. But it's still too Goddamned good to be true."

"Is it?" Melinda panted. "Take off your clothes and find out for sure, tiger."

She walked past him, hips swaying perhaps a bit more than normal, and she sank onto the bed. Her long legs stretched, partly open, and the puffy swell of her pubic hair was aimed at Ron's uncertain face. Melinda pouted her lips and reached into her crotch, fingers delving through the bush, finding the wet lips of her cunt, and slipping inside. "Ohhhhhhhh…" she moaned, flogging herself wickedly. "Hurry! Or I'll just have to start without you."

She'd never seen a man undress so fast. Ron tore the buttons off his shirt, trying to get out of it, and he almost stumbled over the pants, fallen to his ankles, which he didn't bother stepping out of.

His body, as her instinct had told her, wasn't too great. On the skinny side, pale, with a swelling of potbelly round the middle. He should join a good health club, and soon, she thought. Do wonders for him. Maybe if he were in better shape he wouldn't be so insecure about being picked up by strange women in bars.

But his cock was rampantly erect, all six and a half inches or so, and the tip was fat and juicy. His nuts were small, tightly enclosed in their sac, and they jiggled, as did his prick, when he came to join her on the bed. He settled down beside her, Melinda making mom for him, and she reached for his cock at the same moment their lips met.

The only cocks she could remember with any clarity were Neil's and Dave Hammett's, and this one didn't match either. It was rather slender, though big at the knob, and not as long as her husband's or her first lover's. But it was a cock, damn it, hard and red, and there was no reason why it couldn't slip into her pussy and fuck her till cum overflowed her silted lips. No reason at all, she thought, feeling it throb and pulsate in her fist. No reason at all.

He was sucking her breast again, mouth flying from one to the other, and she kept squeezing his cock in her fist. "Fuck me, hmmmmmm?" she cooed to the top of his head.