Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

She moved closer and let her legs twine around the man's upper thigh. In this position, she could rub her snatch on his leg and get the divine friction in her pussy that she longed for.

The woman felt her cunt begin to water and drool at the nearness of the prick. While having the hairy leg rub all over her cunt lips was nice, the idea of that prick ramming deep and hard all the way up into her belly was even nicer.

"Fuck me, Stan. I'm horny!"

"You're always horny," he said. "Don't you do anything at all during the day? I mean, God, you, are always wanting it!"

"Sure, dear, I do all sorts of things during the day. I usually masturbate from twelve till one!"

"Don't joke like that. It's not funny."

"So who's joking?" she shot back.

The young woman tossed the blonde hair from her eyes and moved closer to her husband. Candy thought he could be such a drag at times. She loved him, but she wished he would show a little more life when it came to fucking. All he ever wanted to do in bed was sleep.

That wouldn't have been bad, she admitted to herself, if he wanted to fuck out of bed. But he didn't. He seemed to think there was something evil about balling in the living room or fucking while taking a shower together. Stan wasn't the most imaginative man in the world.

Candy wished he was. Her pussy wished he was. She ran her hands over his hairy chest, tangling her fingers in the thick curls she found there before moving lower. His belly was so nice and hard and flat. It turned her on, thinking what he felt like as he pressed her down into the bed, those muscles literally rippling with power as he fucked her. But he wouldn't do such a thing unless she really convinced him she was desperate for his prick.

He loved her, she was sure, but he also thought she was a borderline nymphomaniac. She wasn't.

She just got hornier than he did.

Her fingers found his limp prick. She began lightly squeezing it, stroking the flaccid cock and bouncing it around, hoping a little life would flow into it. She wanted that cock long and hard, and shoved all the way up her cunt.

The mere thought of fucking made her even hornier. She could feel her pussy begin to churn and boil. Her frothy cunt juices leaked out between her puffy cunt lips and smeared all over the tops of his thigh.

"Really, Candy, do we have to? Tonight?"

"Whassa matter, big boy, you got a headache?" she teased. "Let's play doctor and nurse. I'll nurse at your big doctor and make it well!"

She went down on him. Like a snake slithering down a tree trunk, she dragged her huge tits along his body as she went. The feel of his rough skin sliding over her now rigid nipples sent hot shafts of desire into her chest. She felt her boiling blood hammering faster through her aroused body. The woman knew that they wouldn't explode from too much arousal, but they sure felt like it. The hard little nubbins of her nipples throbbed and pulsated with every beat of her racing heart.

She found his prick was still limp. She cupped it in the palm of one hand, as if it were some religious relic. Most men would have been hard and ready to fuck, simply being in bed with a voluptuous blonde like Candy. Not Stan. He had such a low sex drive that he sometimes thought he was abnormal.

There was no denying the fact that she was gorgeous. She was only twenty-one, and she doubted the magic had worn away from their marriage yet. They had only been married a year. She kept herself in shape, her tits firm and high and huge. Her slender waist flared out to womanly hips and ass. Her legs were slender, and she jogged five miles a day to keep them that way.

She was attractive and willing. Stan was attractive, but he was seldom willing. She didn't understand her husband at all. Sometimes, he even made her think he was right about her insatiable sex needs. Maybe she was a nympho and didn't know it. Still, from what she had read, nymphos don't enjoy fucking. They needed it, but didn't get off on it.

Candy got off on fucking in the biggest way possible. She would climax five or ten limes during a good fucking. That told her that Stan was probably wrong about her. She loved it. She just couldn't get enough of it.

"What a lovely prick," she said, loud enough for Stan to hear. "I think I'll sample it!"

She began licking at it like it was an all-day lollipop. The man stirred a little in bed, shifting his hips, but his prick didn't instantly stiffen as she had hoped it would. She began to suck in more and more of the limp prick. Her ruby lips clamped firmly onto the tip of his prick. She began sucking as hard as she could, using her tongue to tease and torment that lifeless firehose of cockflesh.

Her checks went hollow under the pressure she exerted. But her efforts began to pay off. Stan moaned softly and stirred more, his hips lifting up from the bed a bit. She increased the suction and made her tongue dance over his slowly inflating prick. Stroking along the sensitive underside of his prick produced the best results.

His cock stiffened and almost tilled her mouth, but he still had a long way to go. When she rammed her tongue tip into his piss-slit, she got him fully erect.

"Uhhhh, God, that feels super," he said. "But you can't get your tongue down there. Not big enough."

"I know," she giggled, "but it's so much fun trying. And you're more than big enough for me now."

She rolled her tongue tip around the very end of his cock. The purplish hood throbbed with virile power now. This was what she had been after, and now she could satisfy the longings threatening to devour her entire pussy.

"Keep sucking," he said. "I love the way your breath gusts around my balls."

"Like this?" she said, exhaling fast. She watched with fascination as his crotch bush rippled with the sudden hot wind. His balls tightened up into a small sphere that dangled under his long cock. She pressed the tip of her rough, pink tongue against that hairy little sac. Inside, she could feel the balls lurching and tumbling around with the thick stew of his jism.

She was getting closer. She knew that his passion would reach the point, sooner or later, where he couldn't help rolling over on top of her, crushing her into the mattress, stuffing his prick all the way up into her hungry cunt, and fucking her cross-eyed. How she wanted that prick in her cunt!

"Keep doing it. Feels nice."

His voice trailed off. For a horrified moment, Candy was afraid he had gone to sleep on her. No man could go to sleep while she was giving him a blowjob! That was an insult not to be endured!

But she was wrong. He was merely mumbling to himself in contentment. His throbbing cock told her he wasn't asleep in the only place that mattered. If his mind went to sleep, that was just too bad! She'd fuck herself on his prick and to hell with him!

"Go on, Stan, fuck me good. I can hardly stand it any more. Give all of your wonderful prick to me – right up the pussy!"

"You really want it?"

"Christ!" she shouted. "Why do you think I went to all this trouble? Yes, yes, I want it! I want every Goddamn inch of that sweet prick of yours fucking my cunt. And I want it now!"

She knew her emerald green eyes were flashing angrily. She didn't like to get mad while fucking. This was something special – or it should be. Tenderness and lust, cock ramming powerfully into cunt, both being thrilled to the limits of human endurance – that was what it was supposed to be about. Enjoyment. But lately, she had been getting mad at her husband.

She had to, if she wanted any sex. He simply wouldn't fuck her unless she forced him into it by getting angry. The blonde couldn't understand it. If she had been ugly or misshapen or a lousy lay, she would have been able to understand, a little. But she wasn't ugly, and she was anything but a lousy lay. All through high school, the studs had rushed to her because she was so good in the sack.