J. Watson - Wives In Torment

But now there was someone working his county and he had no idea who it was. He wouldn't have known except that someone passed a rumor about calling a certain number.

He was determined to put a stop to the new business.

He found out the number and a man's name and room number that went with it. Dan Jacobs. In twenty minutes Sheriff Gilbert was knocking on his door.

In another ten minutes Dan Jacobs was on his way out of the county. He had a couple of black eyes and some bruised ribs and he'd left all his pictures behind.

Sheriff Gilbert sat on the bed and turned the pictures over. He couldn't believe it. He'd expected to find pictures of well-worked prostitutes. Instead he found pictures of some of the most beautiful women in his town. Wives and church members.

The last set of pictures was of Julia Johnson and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Julia Johnson. How many times had he wanted that piece? Every time she came to town he got a hard-on watching her proud ass and those big tits.

And she was a proud, stuffy bitch that he'd known he didn't dare approach.

A slow smile came over Sheriff Gilbert's face.

"Damn," he said softly. "I'm going to fuck that bitch. I sure am."

Julia answered the phone when he called.

"Mrs. Johnson?" he asked. "This is Sheriff Gilbert. I need to come out and talk with you."

"Talk with me?" Her voice sounded alarmed. "Why do you want to talk to me?"

"Something important has come up," he said.

He almost laughed out loud at his pun. "I need to talk to you. Alone."

"I don't think that's possible," she said. "You see, I'm waiting on a phone call."

"He won't be calling today," Sheriff Gilbert said. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

He heard her catch her breath before he slammed the phone down. He was already starting to sweat just thinking about her pussy. He knew she had to be sweet. And today he was going to find out just how sweet.

He wrapped the pictures up and locked them in his briefcase in the trunk.

It took him less than ten minutes to drive out from town. Julia Johnson met him at the door. She was really finelooking. Her long hair was combed down to her ass. She wore a loose fitting robe but he caught a glimpse of blue panties when she opened the door for him.

"I hope this won't take long," she said. "I really do have an appointment."

"Fix me a drink," Sheriff Gilbert said. "I'd fix yourself one, too.

You may need it."

Julia swallowed nervously. She didn't like the sound of his voice. She had always thought him a handsome man, and he looked nice in his uniform. But she'd never liked the way he looked at her, as if he were all the time undressing her.

"I don't think we have time to drink, Sheriff," she protested.

"Call me Henry," he said. "I think we're going to get to know one another."

He kicked the door shut behind him and put his arms around her waist.

She struggled as he drew her close. He could smell her sweet perfume and he felt his cock growing stiff.

"Let me go," she said.

"Cut the shit, Julia," he said. "I know about Dan Jacobs. I know what kind of operation he had going."

Julia turned white and she quit struggling. He bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips.

He released her. "Fix us that drink," he said.

Julia's heart was hammering as she went into the living room. Her hands trembled as she filled a glass with ice and poured in a jigger of Scotch. She didn't fix one for herself.

Henry was standing right behind her when she turned back around. He took the drink and finished it off in two swallows.

"Take off the robe," he said.

He watched her eyes. They were passive, but there was also something else in them. A flicker of fire. She might not admit it but she was hungry for cock. Any man's cock. She had that look.

Her trembling fingers undid the buttons of her robe and she dropped it to the floor. She was dressed in bra and panties that did little to conceal her luscious curves.

"Turn around," he said.

She turned and felt his hand touch her ass. He ran his fingers inside her panties and touched the hot skin. Damn, but she was fine. She trembled as his hand caressed her ass. He pushed one finger between her legs into her silken pussy hairs.

She started trembling but it wasn't from fear. She was getting turned on.

"Bend over a little," he said.

She bent further over and steadied herself by gripping the top of a table. He ran his finger around the lips of her cunt and was rewarded by her soft moan.

He stepped back and unzipped himself. He released his hard and throbbing cock and he pushed it between her panties and the crack of her ass. It felt good there. He just moved his hips for a few minutes, loving the feel of her ass and her silken panties.

But he knew he had to control himself. He pulled his cock out and allowed her to stand up straight.

"Where's your bedroom?" he asked.

"Upstairs," she whispered. "First door on the left."

"Come on," he commanded.

He took her arm and walked with her up the stairs. The bed was already made but he stripped the covers back to the white sheet.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took his shoes off. He unbuckled his belt and slipped his trousers off. He leaned back with his hands behind his head.

"Strip it off," he said.

He watched her titties as she took off the bra. They were two creamy peaks much like he'd always imagined them to be. Already her nipples were like points. He licked his lips.

"Play with them," he demanded.

She ran her hands underneath her tits and lifted them up. Her fingers caressed her own flesh and watching her turned him on. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his undershirt. He was completely naked.

"Move a little," he said. "Shake them."

She started swaying to nonexistent music and bouncing those huge titties. He loved it. His cock grew harder than it had ever been. He could feel his balls aching for release. He knew he was going to give her a load and a half.

"Now your panties," he said. "Shake that beautiful ass at me."

She slipped the flimsy panties down her long legs and then turned her back to him. Again she swayed so that her beautiful ass moved.

"God," he said. "Every bit of you is fine. Creamy and white. Goddamn!

Come here."

He put his hands behind his head once more and told her what to do.

She got between his legs on her hands and knees. She wrapped a few strands of her silken auburn hair around the stem of his cock.

Slowly she moved her head up and down until a little of his lubricating fluid made her hair and fingers sticky. She didn't seem to mind. She seemed willing to do anything he wanted her to do. He laughed. God, he had been waiting for a woman like this for a long time. She was the perfect fucking machine. All she needed was a man to lubricate the moving parts.

"Your mouth," he said.

She shook her head so that her hair was away from her face. Those beautiful red lips touched the tip of his cock. Jesus, he almost came then. He had to control himself. He wanted her to work a little.

He felt her hot mouth enveloping his cock. Her mouth moved all the way down to his balls. She flicked with her tongue at his hanging sac.

"Goddamn," he said.

She was no longer a novice at cocksucking. She used her tongue and lips on him until his every nerve was screaming for release. He reached down and grabbed her hair. He took two strong holds on her head and pressed her all the way down on his cock.

"Oh Jesus!" he cried out.

He felt the fire go through his cock and then the first spurt emptied out into her mouth. She swallowed noisily as he filled her mouth with his thick cream. He didn't release her until he was sure she had swallowed every drop of his thick cum.