Allan Chase - The straying wife

Again the thought came to her. This time she could not resist thinking it out: if only Hank had been rough and loving at the same time. If only he hadn't been drunk, if only he had been sober and treating her rough in a cold calculating way, as part of love-making?

The thought of Hank treating thus as a policy made her body shake in wanton excitement. She trembled from head to foot and felt an arousal, a sex desire and thrill like she never imagined existed. Her hands shaking visibly, she undid the belt of the robe and it fell silently around her feet. Her eyes half-closed, her eyesight suddenly fuzzed and her brain reeling, the young wife looked at the rest of her naked body. Her magnificent thighs were bruised and welted. Her groin was flushed pink. She turned slowly, twisting her head to see her proudly fleshed twin buttocks. A dark, deep shudder tremored its way up her spine when she saw marks where his nails had been imbedded in her softly yielding flesh.

It was a stolen, secret, guilty, sexual moment when she nakedly stood in front of the mirror and brazenly looked at her body, turning this way and that, touching herself here and there. She grinned, thinking this is what a prostitute does after she has had a rough customer. A further thrill ran through her as she imagined herself a whore, a prostitute, standing in front of her fellow whores and showing them her battered body. They would look and know what she had been through.

She stood still, gazing off. Every woman, at one time or another in her life, has tried to imagine, to fantasize what it would be like to be a whore, a common prostitute working in a whorehouse. Although few will admit it, every woman is secretly excited by the idea. Kim found herself being aroused by the idea, adding, building on her excitement at the thought of Hank handling her rough as a matter of course.

Her fingers went up to her erect little nipples again, and she fondled them and tweaked them, pinching as hard as she dared and feeling the stinging pain shoot through her body and turn into a hot smoky pleasure. Her wetly trembling vagina was hot and beginning to itch with a fierceness that wouldn't be denied. She squeezed her firm young thighs together, compressing her lust-swollen pussy lips and feeling an intense delight and momentary relief.

Brazenly, Kim stood up close to the mirror, admiring her body with a guilty glee. It was sexual, very sexual. It was a full-blown body and, imagining herself as a whore, she imagined that she had the best body of any girl in the brothel. She was the star attraction, and men waited for her to be free. The thought sent shivers up and down her spine and she stood straight, shoulders back, her hot nipples touching the cold glass of the mirror. Her breath was coming rapidly, leaving a little spot fogged on the mirror. With the flat of her hands, she felt her rib cage and let her hands wander down over her tautly flat stomach and feel the bruises and see the four wavering, parallel fingernail scratch marks that started at her pubic hair and went up to her navel.

Her hands were in her pubic hair now, a place she never touched herself. One palm cupped her round, prominent mound of Venus, and her fingertips found the delicate valley where her budding clitoris slept. One outstretched finger barely touched the clitoris, yet it was enough to send lewd pleasure rippling through her naked young body and make her clitoris swell until it was a little pink bud that was oiled with her excitement and maddeningly like a ball bearing as her finger probed for it and rubbed it, sending ever increasing waves of lascivious pleasure through her body.

Kim stopped and licked her lips nervously. Although she had heard about masturbation and knew girls who had done it, she had never allowed herself to touch herself down there. It was wrong, it wasn't normal! Now, feeling her sensually aroused body so feverish, feeling so much had happened to her, Kim knew that just once she was going to be wicked. As long as Hank had behaved as shamelessly as he had, then she had the right to behave as she wished. Checking the door to make sure it was locked, the naked young redhead dragged a stool over to the mirror and stood in front of it again, taking in her long, lithely lovely body which was crowned by her glory – her two full, melon-like breasts.

She put one foot up on the stool, the knee bent and exposing her nakedly glistening pink little pussy. Her eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings as she put her hands on her cunt and gently, slowly and lewdly, spread her fluted cuntal lips to expose the entire blushing slit. She looked in the mirror and saw her wetly pulsating cunt and its tiny, distended clitoris. Without volition, her fingers began working at the sensitive little nerve bud, sending spasms of lewd pleasure rippling through her body.

The young wife's eyes were almost closed and her nostrils were widely flared as she watched herself in the mirror. She tried to imagine how it would be and how she would feel doing a wicked thing like this in front of Hank, exciting and pleasing him. She would love doing it! She crouched a little and slowly sank her middle finger into her wetly clasping cunt, feeling the slipperiness of the lubrication and the hot velvet walls milking her own finger. She contracted her vaginal muscles, squeezing on the finger as she shoved it in deeper. It felt so good! It felt so very, very good! She began sawing in and out, her ripe young hips slowly and rhythmically beginning to pump in time to her strokes. She watched herself in the mirror, fascinated with the lewdness of her pumping motion. She felt hot and feverish all over with a wild molten feeling beginning to stir deep in her groin.

Her orgasm was building as she increased the tempo of her fingering in and out of her hotly pulsing cunt, pulling it out to the tip of the nail then plunging it wetly glistening back in again up to the palm. Her hips were pumping easily, smoothly, with a lewd fucking motion she had once seen from a topless dancer in San Francisco that Hank had insisted on seeing. He had dragged her along, and Kim had been embarrassed – aside from the dancer, she was the only woman in the place and all the men were looking at her covered body… not the naked dancer's.

Now, she wished she had watched that girl more closely. She would like to dance lewdly for Hank. Her mind reeled again with the hot lascivious thoughts she was having. She wished to dance, nakedly sensuous and wicked… not only for Hank, but for a lot of people.

Her brazenness fused in her and made her further increase her rhythm and pace of her finger fucking into her own heatedly excited pussy. She crouched a little and spread her legs even more. Suddenly, her free hand was cupping her breast and squeezing the nipple, pinching it tight and sending bolts of pained sensuality through her that mingled like an explosive smoky substance in her groin, boiling, building and churning as it drove her harder and harder.

She was going to cum! And the wantonly aroused girl felt her cum was going to be sweet and searing, like nothing she had ever felt before. Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now and her heavy breasts were jiggling as she sawed her finger in and out faster and faster. Suddenly she needed even more. Her free hand left her breasts and flew down, nails savagely clawing at one cheek of her ass as she leaned forward and reached for her anus. She jumped when her outstretched fingers touched it, feeling it sore from Hank's wild probings. Yet an urgency, an unrelenting need and lewd promise of untold delights made her go on.

Her finger pressed against the rubbery tight ring and parted it, and she felt her finger filling the entrance to her rectum and the forbidden feeling filled her with a lust-crazed desire she had never dreamed of before. Her sphincter muscle closed tightly around the fingertip. A low lewd moan escaped her throat as she watched herself in the mirror and felt her ripely sensitive body beginning an inward swelling that she knew would culminate in an orgasm.