J Watson: The wife_s wild urge

"Yes," she admitted. "I was thinking about us."

"About the other day?"

"Yes!"

"I'm glad. I want you to think about us. You're such a fine looking woman, Lynn. And a fine feeling one."

He put her drink on the table. He pulled her close again and kissed her hard on the mouth. He kissed her cheeks, her throat, her bare white shoulder. She felt a tingle go down her spine, and those little fluttery feelings in her belly. She had never been around a man who excited her like. John did.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she protested. "Trish might come in at any minute."

"Forget about my wife," he said.

He put his broad, strong hands on her ass. He crushed her tight against him so that she could feel the hard bulge in his trousers. For a few moments he rubbed her ass. She was feeling more out of breath every moment. She found herself kissing him back. She forgot about Trish. She only thought about the good feelings he was giving her.

"I want you to do something for me," he said.

"Anything!" she gasped.

"Get down on your knees."

She knew what he wanted but she couldn't refuse him. She fell down on her knees in front of him. He sat down in a kitchen chair and spread his legs. He took two big handfuls of her raven black hair and pulled her in between his legs.

"You remember how I let you worship my prick the other day?" he asked her.

"Oh yes."

"Then do it again. Except this time I'm going to let you take me all the way. I'm going to come in your sweet mouth."

She hesitated only a moment before she reached for his zipper. She wasn't sure she wanted him to come in her mouth, but she knew that she had to do anything he asked. The excitement he gave her was already making her body tremble, and her nipples stand up to hard points beneath her gown. She couldn't refuse him.

"That's it, baby," he told her. "Take my prick out. Do it slow and easy."

She got his stiff prick unfolded from his trousers. She didn't remember it being so big. The huge, purplish cockhead stared at her in the eye. She felt her heart pounding.

"Lick it," he told her. "Lick it all over. Cover it with your sweet spit."

She hesitated again. She thought about where she was and what she was doing. At any moment, someone could walk in. Maybe even Trish. She would be found on her knees sucking John's cock.

John's marriage would be mined. Her reputation would be mined. She wouldn't be able to hold her head up again.

John thought she had waited long enough. He tightened his grip on her head and pulled her closer to his prick. She could smell the strong odor of his meat. She liked it. She put her lips obediently against the tip of his purplish cock. She tasted his salty flavored cock cream. She drew her head back.

"You really want me to do this?" she asked. "Right here?"

"Yes," he said. "Show me how much you like my prick. Suck me off."

She nodded. She licked the tip of his cock with her pink tongue. She kept licking until the crown of his cock was glistening with her spit. Then she licked down the long, meaty shaft. She sucked at the loose skin around the thick meat. She went lower, letting her black hair fall around her face, as she kissed and gently nibbled at his balls.

"Jesus," John groaned. "You're a natural at this. You're a natural cocksucker."

His compliment pleased her. She held her hair back from her face as she licked back up the length of his cook. She put her mouth back against the bloated cockhead. Slowly she sucked his throbbing meat into her lips. He tasted so strong. She had to pull back for a moment to catch her breath. She felt his strong fingers pulling her face back against his cock.

"Take it in your mouth," he urged her. "Suck it, baby. Suck it down deep and I'll give you a hot mouthful of cum!"

She widened her lips again. She took just the crown of his cock into her mouth. She could taste some of his cock cream leaking onto her tongue. She sucked him deeper. She could feel the excitement growing inside her. She was getting hot sucking his cock.

"Yeah, baby," John groaned. "Take it all. Take the whole fucking thing in your mouth!"

She closed her eyes and took the bloated knob deep into her throat. She felt his big cockhead pushing against the deepest part of her throat before she stopped sucking his flesh. She held him inside the hot wetness of her mouth for a few moments. Then she slowly pulled her head back, letting her teeth scrape the hot flesh.

"You sweet bitch," he said. "You sweet Goddamn bitch! You know how to make me crazy!"

She moved her head forward again, slowly and sensuously, letting his cock slide across her velvet tongue and into the depth of her throat. She could feel, the powerful throbbing warmth of his cockhead, and she could taste more of his cream leaking down the back of her throat.

She staffed to bob her head a little faster. She felt the hot swelling of his cock, and she knew she wouldn't have to wait long before he shot his thick wad down her throat. She had never had a man come in her mouth before, but she wasn't frightened. She wanted it. She wanted to show John just how much she worshiped his big prick.

"You sweet bitch," John groaned. "That's the way to use that tongue on me! You sweet cocksucking bitch!"

His compliments made her flush with pride. She moved her head faster. She swirled her tongue around the bloated cockhead. She knew she was being used simply for his pleasure and she loved it.

"You bitch," he yelled. "You bitch. I'm going to fill your mouth. I'm going to give you a cum-bath! You sweet sucking bitch! You sweet sucking bitchhhh!"

He crammed his meat into her mouth and held her head in a tight grip. His thick jism began to spurt into her throat and she had to swallow to keep from gagging. She swallowed again and again and she still couldn't keep all of his rich cream in her mouth. She felt it spilling out her lips.

"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet bitch!"

He moved his cock in her mouth very slowly until the last drop had been drained from the bloated tip. Then he pulled it from between her cum smeared lips. She wasn't ready for what he did next but it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. He bent forward and let his still hard prick go down the valley between her tits. She felt the wetness of his prick against her titty-flesh. He slowly drew his prick out of the warm cavern once more, but she could still feel wetness against her tits.

"Oh my God," she said softly.

"You look hot, baby," he said.

"I am," she moaned. "I am hot. I'm so very hot."

"My prick won't be ready for a while, but you stay right where you are. I'll be back in a moment."

"Where are you going?" she asked, alarmed.

"You just stay right there and don't worry," John said. "I'm going to take care of you."

She was embarrassed but she remained where she was as John got his trousers and zipped up. He took the drinks he had made and left the kitchen. It seemed like he was gone a long time, and she was beginning to wonder if he had forgotten her. She had decided he had and was starting to get up when a tall, blond man came into the kitchen.

She saw that John was behind him, and John carefully closed the door behind him.

"Hey, babe," John said. "This is my boss, Jerry. He's a good fellow but his wife doesn't take good care of him. He appreciates a good looking woman like you."

"What are you saying, John?" she questioned.

"He's going to take good care of you. While I make sure that his wife doesn't start looking for him."

She blushed but this time it was an angry blush. She got to her feet quickly. She was panting as she looked up at John. He must have suddenly gone crazy. She wasn't going to be passed around like she was some kind of party favor. She had too much pride to be treated like that.