J Watson: The wife_s wild urge

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Oh God! I want you to fuck me so bad! I need your dick in me!"

He was still grinning as he took his hand away from her pussy and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs wide so that he could easily stab his cock into her pussy. But that wasn't what he had in mind. At least, not right away. Instead he took his bloated meat in his hand and started to rub the thick knob up and down the hot entrance to her gash. It gave her a delicious feeling but it made her also feel hot and achey. She needed that big prick inside her.

"Oh pleaseeee," she begged him. "Pleaseeee put your cock in me. I need it so baddddd!"

Lynn was no longer the same woman she'd been a little earlier. In fact, she was different than the woman she'd been all her life. Never before had she lost so much control. Never before had she begged a man for satisfaction. She'd always had too much pride for anything like that. Yet, melting at a man's touch wasn't a bad feeling. As long as it was the right man. A strong man like John. A man who didn't ask for anything, or try to seduce her. A man who simply took what he wanted.

John put all his weight on her, crushing her big round tits against his chest. She sighed in satisfaction as she felt the pressure of his blood-filled knob pushing at her cunt. Slowly his bloated knob pushed apart the sensitive lips of her fuck-hole.

"Oh yesssssss," she cried. "Put it in me like that! I love it! I love your big cock!"

He shoved hard and she felt the long thickness of his prick slide easily into her wet pussy. She gasped as she felt his throbbing meat filling her cunt in a way that her husband's never had. A spasm of pleasure shook her body. She wrapped her arms around his broad back and tried to pull him tighter against her. She already felt as if his knob was in her belly.

"Fuck me," she said breathlessly. "Fuck me hard! It's what I need. I need to be fucked!"

John was good with his cock. He knew exactly how to make her feel the most pleasure. He lifted himself up, with one hand, while he played with her titties with the other. He started moving his hips back and forth. His thick meat slid in and out of her pussy gently, with him showing her just how delicious a slow fuck could be.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back. She gripped with her legs and arms and pulled him down on top of her again. She liked the feeling of his strong body crushing hers. Again it gave her that helpless rag-doll feeling. It was how she wanted to feel.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me hard!"

But she couldn't hurry him. He wanted them both to be at the pitch of their excitement when he started slamming his cock into her. He wanted her to be able to remember this fuck for a long time. He wanted her to remember it so vividly that she would come back for more. Now that John had tapped her sweet ass, he didn't want this pussy supply to stop. Living right next door, her sweet cunt would be as convenient as hell for a quickie.

"Oh please fuck me harder," she begged. "Oh please, do it to me harder!"

Her ass had started wiggling from side to side and he could feel her doing things with her pussy walls. Hell, she was a sweeter piece than his own wife and he'd thought his wife was the best. John knew he couldn't keep fucking her the easy way. He could feel the liquid fire in his balls and he knew he was going to have to give it to her just as hard as she desired.

"Okay, babe," he said slowly. "This is what you want."

She gasped at the first powerful thrust. She came off the bed to meet the next one. She started rising to meet every hard stab of his burning cock. She felt like she was in a combat with him, to see who could fuck the longest and sweetest.

"That's how I want it," she cried. "Oh yesss, that's the way! Oh, it feels so niceeeee!"

She felt like he was trying to stab his bloated knob deep up into her belly. She felt a knob in her belly, and a sweet tension going down her spine. She knew what was happening to her, and it had never felt so good.

"I'm going to come," she squealed. "I'm coming! Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard, fuck me hard! Fuck meeeee harddddd!"

He thrust his cock deep into her as her body went crazy. She wiggled beneath him like she was a fish on a hook. The pleasure spasms shook her deliciously. Her pussy soaked his prick with juice. She was weak and trembling as she came back down to earth once more.

He started fucking her once again, almost as soon as her trembling had stopped. She could feel his fat cock growing inside her, and she knew that he was soon going to be shooting his wad into her cunt. She tried to move as he began to thrust his prick into her a little faster. She rubbed her tits against his chest.

"Play with my balls," he told her.

She squeezed her hand between them and she found his heavy sacs. She began squeezing them gently each time he thrust into her. He grew more excited. Already she could feel his cum leaking against the sides of her pussy. She squeezed her pussy walls together and felt more of his wet cum. "Ahhhhh fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm going to flood you! I'm going to flood your fucking cunt! Fugkkkkk!"

She humped up to meet his thrust and she felt the hot spurting of his cock. Her cunt was immediately filled by his thick, wet jism. She could feel it leaking out of her fuck-hole, wetting the tangled hairs of her pussy and her soft thighs. She felt him slowly pulling his wet prick out of her clinging cunt. She felt him rubbing his prickhead against the hairs of her cunt.

"You were fantastic, babe," John said. "I have to get that ribbon home now, but I'll be back to see you. You can bet on that."

Lynn felt terrible. She had heard from her husband, or at least from her husband's attorney. She had spent all of that afternoon with him. Her husband wanted a divorce. He wanted his freedom so that he could move in with his younger woman, and eventually marry her. Lynn could have the house and what money there was in the bank. Also there would be alimony payments until she married again, so money wasn't Lynn's problem. Her problem was being lonely. She could have done without the house and the money if she could have had her husband back.

Lynn felt so bad that she didn't feel like cooking. She stopped off at the corner grocery store, a little place that was different from all other corner grocery stores. The little store was in an expensive part of town.

It was almost closing time and there was nobody in the store but the owner. Lynn was immediately sorry she'd come in. His name was Brad Conners and he was a big, red-faced man with roving eyes. She'd never liked him very much. He was always trying to put his hands on the women who shopped there. He was never too obvious about it, but Lynn was sure that he did it on purpose. She put on her no-nonsense face and approached the deli-counter.

"I'd like a ham plate," she said. "And could you wrap one of those big pickles up with it?"

"I'll do that," he said. "You don't usually come in this late to buy. You're not cooking tonight?"

"No," she answered.

He nodded. "I guess a woman living alone doesn't have any real need to cook a lot. I guess it saves a lot of work, but I bet it gets awfully lonely."

"Could you hurry, please?" she asked him patiently. "I'm in kind of a hurry."

He grinned. "Now where would you have to hurry off too? There's nothing at home but a t.v. and maybe a book to read. You should stay and enjoy some conversation."

"I don't enjoy your conversation," she said sharply.

She had angered him, but she couldn't help it. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. He was undressing her with his eyes. She didn't like the feeling that she was fair game for every horny male in the area. She had made a mistake with John. She had been lonely and he had taken advantage. She wasn't going to let it happen again.