Nick Eastwood - Housewife in heat

"Oooooooooooo," Mona whimpered.

"Oooooooooo!"

She'd read about multiple orgasms but had never experienced them before. Stan's big ramming cock was triggering her into a whole firecracker string of climaxes, one dizzying blast after another. Her boiling come-juice overflowed her cunt and splattered his belly and balls. She gave way to every lusty urge, clawing his shoulders, throwing her legs around his heaving sweaty back.

"Ohhhhh, Stan, it's so fucking good," she moaned. "Keep doing it to me. Fuck me crazy."

He seemed to be plowing into her even harder and faster than before, snorting and groaning as he plunged his swollen prick into the hot juicy pulp of her pussy hole. His big hairy nut sac slapped noisily against her wet slit, and the couch started to rock and creak. Mona kept her legs locked around his back, letting him plow his rock-hard boner right to her womb.

"Take it, baby, take my meat," Stan whined.

"Yes, yes, give it to meeee!" Mona screamed.

She kept coming till she'd lost count of how many powerful orgasms had rocked her body. This was the kind of fucking she'd only dreamed of, a prolonged thorough fucking that finally satisfied the stored-up lust in her greedy pussy. If only Jerry would fuck her like this! If only he'd let her be herself in bed – wild and lusty and loud.

"Ahhhhh, God, fuck it to me, Stan!" she wailed. "Fuck the living shit out of meeee!"

Stan's grip tightened on her grinding ass, and he groaned hoarsely as he dug his big throbbing prick into her steaming little fuck hole. He was moaning steadily now, and his hot sweat dripped onto her big wobbling tits. Mona sensed he was very close to coming, and she tightened her cunt as hard as she could around his plowing cock. Stan gasped, whined and began to fuck into her with lightning speed.

"I'm coming," he howled. "Awwwww, yeaah! Take my come!"

Afterwards they had a drink and discussed what Mona should do about her troubled marriage. "I just don't know, Stan," she sighed. "I love the guy, I don't want to leave him, but I can't go on like this, either."

"Well, I can't tell you what to do, Mona," Stan said. "But one thing you know for sure. If it gets to be too much, I'm always ready to help you out."

Mona lazily caressed his big warm cock. That kind of help she could always use!

It was early afternoon before Stan left. Mona's pussy felt deliciously satisfied, but she knew herself too well to imagine it would stay that way for long.

She still faced a long lonely week without Jerry.

Best to keep busy. She took a long hot shower and was just stepping out of the stall when the doorbell rang. She grabbed up her robe and threw it on as she raced to answer the door. The peephole revealed an attractive young blond man in a business suit, but he was a complete stranger to Mona. She opened the door cautiously.

"Hi," he said. "My name's Brian Smith, and I'd like to show you a new line of cosmetics."

Ordinarily Mona would have said no. She had no time for door-to-door salesmen. But today was different. She was alone, with time on her hands, and she welcomed any chance to divert her attention from Jerry and their marriage. She gave the young salesman a big smile.

"I'm Mona Stevens," she said. "Won't you come in?"

He really was a stunner, just about six feet tall and maybe twenty-five years old. He took a seat on the couch, and Mona joined him. From a large briefcase he began taking samples of cosmetics and telling her about each one, but Mona wasn't paying all that much attention. To her surprise and annoyance, she was starting to feel horny again.

How could that possibly be? Just an hour ago Stan had given her the fuck of her life. Mona faced the possibility that the more sex she had, the more she wanted. It certainly felt that way. As she watched Brian Smith showing his wares, her pussy started to swell up, growing scalding hot and moist with oozing cunt juice. She found herself wondering how Brian looked without his clothes.

She must have been giving him a vacant stare as he talked, for suddenly he laughed and said, "I can see I'm not exactly thrilling you to death, Mona. You're not really very interested in cosmetics, are you?"

"No, I'm not," Mona admitted. "I guess I just wanted somebody to talk to."

"A beautiful girl like you is lonely?" Brian said wonderingly.

His eyes swept over her lovely face, then lower. Her semi-shear robe was very low cut, showing the ripe cleavage of her big thrusting tits. The robe was falling open a little, and he could see her long shapely legs. Mona just sat there and let him ogle her luscious body, hoping he'd be turned on to her. She was more than ready for another sexual adventure.

Hell, she'd already been unfaithful once, so what would one more time matter? She was feeling hornier by the second, and here was this sexy young man sitting right beside her. Why not take advantage of the situation? As Brian's eyes returned to her face again, she gave him an enticing smile.

"Yes, I get very lonely," she said. "My husband's a truck driver, and he's away a lot. This time he's gone for a week."

Brian's eyes glowed lustily. "I see," he said. "Is there anything I could help you out with, Mona?"

"There sure is," she said boldly.

She didn't have to say more. Brian unceremoniously shoved his briefcase onto the floor and grabbed for her. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her lingeringly, running his tongue over hers. Mona returned the kiss eagerly, wriggling her tongue into his mouth and rubbing her big firm tits against his chest. He couldn't be in any doubt about her wishes now.

He drew back and grinned at her. "It'd be more comfortable in the bedroom," he said.

"Right this way," Mona answered, springing to her feet.

She and Stan hadn't even thought of going to the bedroom, but Brian acted as if he'd been in this situation more than once. Mona didn't doubt it. A sexy young man visiting lonely and bored housewives must score a lot. That didn't bother her. On the contrary, it excited her, because she knew he'd be experienced. In the bedroom she turned to him and let her robe fall, leaving herself completely naked.

"Nice," Brian said, "very, very nice." He started undoing his tie.

Mona grinned and strolled over to the bed. She stretched out on her back and parted her legs just a little, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her moist, red, fur-fringed slit. He was wearing a lot of clothes, but he got out of them as fast as he could. As he lowered his shorts, Mona's eyes got big and hot and hungry.

He had a nice cock, a good seven inches of thick rigid meat springing from a thick patch of wiry blond hairs. His balls were big and bloated, too, and thatched with golden fur. Mona felt a scalding rush of juice from her cunt as he started toward her, his prick so stiff that it hardly wagged. She was about to take her second cock of the day, and she didn't feel the least bit ashamed about it.

"Christ, you're gorgeous," Brian said, sliding onto the bed and reaching for her.

Mona eagerly went into his arms, and they pawed each other hungrily, running their hands all over each other's bodies. Maybe she should feel guilty about cheating on Jerry right in his own bed, but she didn't. She just felt she had a lot of years to make up for, a lot of unsatisfied cravings to appease. Jerry hadn't done it for her, so why couldn't she try with other men?

Her warm soft bush brushed Brian's big throbbing dick, and she shivered with lusty excitement and felt hot juice streaming from her famished pussy hole. No, she needn't feel guilty. Jerry was selfish in his fucking, having it all his way, and it was time she fucked somebody who'd take her needs into account. Stan had shown her that fucking could be wild fun. Maybe Brian would teach her something new, too.