Unknown: She loves to orgy

Linda stretched and then squinted at the red numbers on the bedside clock. It was exactly seven minutes before Joe would wake and perform his brief morning ritual and then leave for work.

His naked body felt warm against her as he snored softly on his back. His body felt warm but huge, his six-foot-two frame dwarfing her five-foot-four.

He's big all over, she thought, but he's fast. It feels great when it goes in, but it's all over in a flash. While she waited for him to wake, she drew the hem of her nightie up past her waist and ran her fingers down on her hip. The skin was smooth and very warm and the curves were all full and firm. Brushing her fingertips over her short cunt-hairs made little shivers go over her skin.

Her fingers paused at the outer fold and felt the moist, hot flesh inside. It was moist but it wasn't slippery. When her fingers probed at the inner fold of her cunt-lips, they met the slit, small and tightly closed with her legs together.

She bent her right leg out and probed deeper. Her middle finger pushed through the coot-lips and slipped inside, probing farther. She stiffened convulsively when she touched the nub of her clit, then she withdrew.

Unable to do otherwise, she brought her finger back to her clit and felt her hips jerk.

Feeling ashamed, she drew her hand away from her cunt and wiped her fingers on the nightie.

Two minutes ahead of schedule, Joe stopped snoring. He stretched and looked at her in the dim light of early morning. His smile was pleasant and his hand was gentle on her hip when he reached out and grasped her.

He ran a hand up on her waist and under her nightie and squeezed a tit. It tingled a little in his huge hand as he kneaded the firm flesh. Then he ran his hand down and squeezed her little blonde mound just above her cunt.

Wishing to prolong any kind of foreplay, she reached out and took his cock in her hand. It was already stiff and hot and felt impossibly big. She squeezed it and ran her hand over the eight-inch length of it and wished it could stay this big and this hard forever.

Without a word, he moved farther down under the covers and got on his knees. She slipped her left leg out where he'd been, spreading her coot for him. He put his hands down on each side of her and braced himself in position between her legs.

His cock shoved hard in her crotch, pushing into the soft hair-lined flesh beside her cunt. She took his cock in her hand again and worked the head into her open outer cunt-lips, rubbing it against the closed inner flesh.

As she worked the cock-head up and down on her tender moist flesh, she felt the inner cunt-lips start to open from the force. Then she moved her hands up on his hips as he started to press inward.

There was the quick stab of pain as his cock drove in, stretching the cunt-lips wide. She gasped softly at the feel of the thrusting, stretching force. He pushed his cock in a couple of inches and stopped and the pain left her, the cock-head now inside. Her tightly stretched pussy muscles throbbed and tingled as they pulsed around his prick, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing.

Joe slipped one arm under her waist and the other under her back as he settled the weight of his chest on her tits, squashing them flat. He pushed his prick the rest of the way inside her and settled his groin against her mound.

He slipped his cock back. Her pussy muscles started to close on the exiting cock-head, then he thrust back in her all the way. She tingled as she arched her body to meet him midway, and then her ass dropped back to the sheet while he withdrew, then she arched back up against him, again and again.

His strokes became faster. She responded in kind. Their bellies slapped together, harder and harder, faster and faster.

Her breath started coming faster and she found herself whining softly each time he withdrew. His breath came in gasps and he snorted, hot against her face. She clutched his shoulders tighter and sought his lips with hers. His rhythm slowed slightly and his strokes became harder. He pulled his head up and clenched his teeth and drove deep into her. Then he stopped, his hips writhing slightly.

His jism spurted hot in her cunt. Each spurt was less than the one before.

The tingling in her cunt stopped. His cock slowly softened and slid back. It slipped out and she felt her cunt muscles close. He kissed her lightly and pushed up and rolled off on his side.

Linda fought back tears as she took the towel he handed her after wiping the cum off his big drooping cock. It was always the same. He lasted just long enough to get her hot, then he shot off in her and climbed off and left her horny. She tried to recall how long it been happening this way. Last month they'd been married two years, and it had always been the same.

She tried to compose herself while Joe was in the shower. Lying in bed, she stifled her impulse to cry. She would try to be nice to him and be a good wife, even if she was mad as hell.

Joe came in, wearing shorts and tee shirt, and picked out shirt and slacks. He dressed and was putting on his tie when Linda couldn't remain quiet any longer.

She sat up in bed. "Honey, I didn't enjoy that very much."

He looked puzzled. "Enjoy what?"

"When you fucked me."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Well, you came before I could."

His expression started turning belligerent. "There isn't much I can do about that, is there?"

"Oh, honey, I'm not blaming you," she said, "but I wish you'd let me get you hard again so you could make me come."

"How? How could you do that?"

"Well, I could suck your cock to get you hard."

"No!" he thundered. "You think I'm some kind of pervert?"

"Don't get mad, honey. It's just a thought.?

“Well, get those ideas out of your head," he said. "I'm not gonna be a party to unnatural sex acts. We've been through that before. Now, I've gotta go open the store. See you tonight."

He brushed her lips lightly with his, turned, and left.

Dejected, Linda got up and went in the bathroom. She stripped off her nightie and ran the shower. The hot needle-point spray seemed to wash away some of her dark mood as she lathered and rinsed repeatedly. Finally, she toweled herself dry and started the hair dryer blowing over her long blonde hair.

She slipped on a fresh nightie, wrapped a terry robe around herself, and stepped into a pair of high heeled shoes.

Two cups of coffee didn't make her feel any better. If anything, her mood darkened even more. Feeling the need for someone to talk to, she thought of her friend, Margie, two apartments down the hall. She dialed the number from memory.

When Margie answered, Linda said, "Hi, Marge, it's Linda. You decent for a visit?"

"Come on over, honey," Margie said.

Margie opened the door at her knock and greeted her with a smile. Two fresh cups of coffee were on the dinette table. Linda sat down.

After sipping the brew quietly, Margie said, "You don't look very happy, honey. What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's Joe," she said. "He did another one of his wham, bam, thank you ma'am numbers on me. Damn but it makes me mad. I was just getting hot to go with him when he shot off in me and that was that. "

"That used to be the story of my life, back when I was married to George." She sighed slowly, apparently reminiscing. "I was really pretty damn fond of the bastard, but he made me so mad. Good for about three minutes."

"I didn't mean to pry into your private life," said Linda.

"No, that's all right," she said. "It's all history now." Linda sipped her coffee and felt herself slipping back into her dark mood.