Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. II

"Don't be ridiculous," she snapped edgily. "I might have guessed that would be your version of a surprise."

"How about a gibson…?"

"God, no. It's too damned early for that." She sighed and shifted irritably on the bed. "Oh… you're such a dolt, Senator. Just bring me a scotch-rocks… if you think you can handle, it."

He wanted to retort, but thought better of it. Instead, he proceeded to pour and simultaneously forced a smile.

Dianne watched him. She reveled in taunting him. He was her slave, now and for the rest of his life, a completely obsequious individual useful to her in three respects: his money, his position, and his cock… when she chose to use it. One day, through her manipulation, he would make her the State's first lady, and that time was not too far off. After that…? Who knows what wonders could be accomplished in the sometimes evil and fantastic realm of politics? One step at a time… Right now, it pleased her to employ his stud value; she had lain there, her mind filled with Phillip Gates… damn his soul… until she'd worked herself up into one devil of a need.

She smiled to herself. Anymore, it didn't take much to stimulate her sexual appetite; a sensual thought, a strange hand brushing her breasts, buttock or thigh, and sometimes, just a simple, handsome, licentious smile from the right man. With Phillip Gates, she only had to think of him to kindle desire inside her. Mark was a poor substitute for her Phillip, but right at the moment, he, or anyone, would do. Her belly and loins were alive with vibrant little sensations of lust. Besides, there was her plan to assure her stupid husband the gubernatorial nomination of the Party that she had to discuss with him, and she could think of no better time then when he was fucking her to make him agree to anything. They had to have Judge Reed's backing, and rumor was that he was about to endorse Byron Acker…

"Here you are," Mark said, smiling down and offering her the drink.

Dianne outdid herself and returned his smile. She raised her hand to take it and in doing so purposely brushed the satiny head of his still throbbingly erect prick. He gave a start, then chuckled excitedly.

"Oops," she said with cuteness, her smile alive and inviting as she accepted the glass. "Thank you, Darling. Here, come lie down beside me."

She moved over in the bed, took a long swallow of scotch, then rolled over to set it on the stand beside her, intentionally thrusting her buttocks upward at him in the process.

Mark couldn't keep his hand off her. He placed it on the smooth skin of her waspish waist, trailing it downward over the full rounded curve of her hip to the soft resilient flesh of the protruding lush spheres of her bottom, stroking and spanning the soft, white crevice that separated them. Once more, a feeling of elation filled him as he felt a shudder electrify her at his touch.

She rolled back toward him and willingly into his extended arms, her firm supple breasts flattening against his hard chest, her hand immediately descending to grasp with hungry meaning around his long, thick, sex-starved cock.

Dianne heard his grunt of pleasure as her hand encircled the hot, blood-filled rod of flesh, and momentarily a long-since departed feeling of affection stirred within her for him. She pressed her belly and thighs tight against his and offered her lips to be kissed. His mouth, hot and wet, crushed her own and she felt his tongue thrust into the warm cavern to be sucked… and she did, while his big hands smoothed over her back and downward to her buttocks, hauling her tightly to him as she worked the heavy outer layer of skin on his uncircumcised prick up and down with her small, soft hand.

"Oh God," he gasped. "I need you so bad, Dianne."

She squeezed his prick harder while she milked it and wrapped her upper leg over his thigh, pulling him even tighter to her. She shouldn't be so cruel to him, she thought, feeling the slippery wetness of the lubricating fluid that had seeped from the tip of his cock onto her hand. Once, she had loved him with all her heart… but he'd betrayed her, used her, and for that she'd never forgive him… could never, never forgive him… Now he was her tool, the shoes had been reversed, and nothing was going to change that… nothing! She was throwing him a bone and he was satisfied… Mustn't lose her head… Use him! Use him!

"Now, Mark… I'm ready," she said hoarsely. She let loose of his cock and rolled onto her back, planting her feet onto the bed, raising her knees and spreading her thighs wide.

"Yes…" he rasped. "Anything you want, Baby. Anything…"

She watched him scurry between her teasingly spread legs, dropping flat on his belly, his head only inches above her warm, palpitating vaginal slit. He looked up between her proudly erect breasts and smiled at her raised face.

"Do it, for God's sake!" she snapped excitedly. "Don't look at my face, lick my cunt!"

It occurred to Mark Coleman at that precise moment that he hadn't seen his dominating, blackmailing, power-hungry wife this hot for his lovemaking in many a moon. He continued to smile as he slowly dropped his eyes to the feast she lay before him on the golden tray of her honey colored, silken haired loins, the pink, dewy flesh of her partially hidden slit sending new shivers of anticipation spiraling along his spine. He noted where the delicious narrow split started at the bottom of her smooth white belly to slice downward erotically through to the rounded cream-white orbs of her buttocks, these slightly raised and rotating sensuously, expectantly, just inches from his lips.

"Damn you! What're you waiting for… Do it! Please, Mark… do it…!"

Mark particularly heard the word please. He lay the palms of his hands high on the insides of her quivering thighs right at their juncture point, so that with his thumbs he could spread the soft, velvety lips of her hairlined cunt. Slowly then and with tantalizing purpose, he spread open the ragged, pink flanges before him, until its jeweled, flushed delicacy lay exposed completely to the hunger of his lust-mounting desire. Greedily, his eyes gulped in the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of passion jolting through him. He ground his cock feverishly into the satiny material of the coverlet.

"Christ!" he choked.

"Oh, oh, my Darling… don't make me wait any longer…" he heard her plead passionately.

He was in some kind of dream! He gaped at the wide-spread coral aperture glistening wetly with the viscous dew of carnal greed exciting her. It actually twitched and squirmed in its exposed intricate delicacies. For one brief moment he thought of himself as master again. He raised his head and stared at her.

"Beg me!" he blurted.

"Oh… oh… Mark, please… do it… do something… anything…"

"Beg me!"

"Oh… I-I beg you, my darling. Lick it! Suck it! I love you! Please… don't make me wait any longer, my lover…"

He didn't. He could no longer endure the abstinence himself. He dropped his head and plunged the full length of his wet, salacious tongue into the quivering warm depths of her tightly clasping cunt.

She howled. "Oh… Oooohhhh my Goddddd! Yes… yesssss… do it to me, Mark darling. Suck it! Lick it! Bite it! Chew it alive! I can't stand it, my love! I can't stand it!"

Mark felt her hands clutched at his head, her fingers entwining tightly in his hair; she moaned and gasped, hauling his face forcefully into the now wide-spread, wet, pink slit of her necteral cunt. He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth on the pillow above as he speared his hot tongue up into the warm velvety depths of her dilating vagina. She ground her hips uncontrollably into the softness of the bed, writhing and squirming, little animal-like mewlings escaping from between clenched teeth, then would raise her crotch up to him, pressing his face into the silken down enflamed crevice, its sensitive, hot vaginal walls opening and closing in a moist sucking motion around his thrusting tongue as if independent of the rest of her luscious body.