J. Watson: Wives In Torment

One of his hands cupped her titty and rubbed across her hard nipple.

It was too much to bear. She gave a soft sigh as she felt the pleasure start to bubble up in her.

"I'm going to come," she said softly. "I'm going to come again. Again! Againnnnn!"

At the same moment she felt his hot cum pouring into her. She locked her legs tighter as she kept grinding herself against him, trying to draw every inch of his cock into her juicy cunt.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus, that was fine!"

Julia lit the second candle and stood back to admire her work.

She had fixed a fantastic supper for Jimmy, complete with wine and candlelight. She had spent most of the afternoon fixing herself up.

She could see her reflection in the dining room mirror and she was pleased by what she saw.

She had bought a new dress that morning. It was tight and low cut to reveal the tops of her huge, firm tits. She wore no bra and the outline of her panties could be seen.

Her long dark hair was shimmering as it hung to her shoulders. She was wearing a lipstick that made her naturally full lips look even more kissable.

She knew a dress like that was attention-getting. She remembered the salesgirl's comment about it: "A dress like that would make him cream in his pants," the salesgirl had said.

Julia had not liked the vulgar comment but she had taken the dress anyway. The truth was that she wanted something like that to happen to Jimmy. He had been so caught up in his work that he seldom came near her.

"I hope he does get turned on," Julia said to herself.

She heard the car in the driveway and she hurried to the door. She was disappointed when he opened the door.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Don't tell me we're going out somewhere. I'm too tired to move."

"No," she said, trying to sound sympathetic. "I thought we'd have a nice little dinner at home."

"Good," he said. "I don't feel like I could move out of this house.

And I'm starving. Are you ready to eat?"

"I thought you might want to get cleaned up," she said.

For the first time he seemed to notice how beautiful she looked and he got a little red.

"Maybe a shower would make me feet better," he said. "I'll only be a while."

She was again disappointed when he came back downstairs. He had showered but he hadn't shaved and he was dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt.

"I feel much better," he said, scratching his chest. "Now what's for supper? I feel like I could eat a horse."

He did eat like a horse and he drank half the bottle of wine but he still said nothing about the candlelight and about the way she looked.

After supper, he went into the living room to watch television.

She sat down beside him and crossed her legs. She pulled at her short skirt so that he'd be sure to see her firm legs and part of her inner thighs.

For the first time he seemed to get interested in her body.

"Do we have to watch that?" she asked.

"What'd you have in mind, baby?" he asked.

She hated it when he started putting on his sex stud act. His voice would get deeper and he'd start acting like he was God's gift to a horny woman. She sometimes wondered why she married him, but she half knew it was only because he was a rich and educated businessman. Men like that were hard to find. Besides, tonight she didn't care what kind of act he put on as long as he satisfied her.

"Why don't I turn that off?" she asked.

"Go ahead," he said.

She gave him a good view of her jiggling ass as she bent to turn the television off. He was already getting aroused by the time she sat down on the couch. His breathing was rapid and she could see the bulge in his shorts.

She only hoped that tonight he could make himself last long enough to satisfy the itch in her cunt.

He already had his hand on her knee, softly squeezing. She kissed his lips and let her fiery tongue slip into his mouth. He groaned as their tongues touched.

His hand went farther up her thighs, caressing her hot flesh. What she needed was for him to throw her down and fuck her roughly. She didn't tell him that. She knew his prudish mind would be shocked. But that was what she wanted.

He pushed her back on the couch until he was leaning on top of her.

She felt one of her titties became loose and press warmly against his T-shirt. His chest started heaving in excitement.

"You feel so good, honey," he said gently. "You feel so good."

He bent his head and took her rosy tit into his mouth. She wanted him to bite her roughly, but again she was reluctant to tell him what she wanted.

Instead his lips worked at her gently and frustrated her even more.

"Oh God," she moaned.

He thought she was getting turned on by it and he lifted up so that he could pull her dress down below her large titties. Once again his mouth closed over one of her nipples, sucking softly. She arched her back, trying to press more of her hot flesh into his mouth. He immediately released her.

Her titties ached to be really kissed and again she was tempted to tell him, but again she held back. She knew his prudish nature would be shocked by her coming on too strong. But God, how she needed a real man to bruise her and maul her and make her really feel satisfied with his love making.

His hand slipped up between her legs and he began to rub her cunt through her flimsy panties. He discovered that she was already wet with her juices.

He seemed to hesitate a little and she was afraid he was going to draw his hand away. She quickly closed her thighs against his probing fingers.

"Oh God, Jimmy," she moaned. "I love you. I need you. I really need you."

Jimmy might not have understood this new hunger of his wife. He had always thought wives were supposed to behave like good, decent women.

Only whores were supposed to have those kind of hungers. Still, he was too carried away to think about it.

He reached down and unzipped himself. His cock was hard and straining to be free. He popped out of his shorts almost immediately. He was proud of his cock. Proud that it was big and proud that he could seem always ready to fuck. He was too prudish to admit that pride out loud.

"Oh I feel it," Julie moaned. "Oh, I need it so bad."

She knew that he was questioning himself about the way she was acting.

She didn't care. She needed a cock inside her to control her savage itch.

She helped him to pull her skirt up above her waist and to slide her flimsy panties down her legs. She grabbed his throbbing rod and pushed the head against her cunt.

"Put it in me," she begged him. "I need to be fucked. I need your big cock!"

He was no longer hesitating, She knew she had gone too far. She knew he would be asking himself questions after he had satisfied himself.

He would be wondering how his demure wife could know words like that.

But right now he was impatient to get his cock in her cunt and she was satisfied with knowing that.

She opened her legs wider and she began to tug on his cock. She felt his cock-head slip past the outer walls of her cunt lips. She ground herself against, him so that his long rod was drawn completely into her.

"Oh," she moaned. "I needed that. I needed it so bad. Now fuck me, honey. Fuck me good!"

She could not control herself. The words kept exploding from her mouth as her pussy got hotter and hotter. Sure, she had said those kind of things when she was younger, but a good woman didn't talk like that.

She understood that, but her pussy was just too hungry for his cock.

He began to move quickly in and out of her cunt and she gave a loud cry.

She raised her long legs and wrapped them easily around his back. She began to match his every gentle thrust with a movement of her firm ass.