Richard Travis - Another suck wife

"Do you mind?" Kitty asked, smiling impishly, squeezing his cock gently.

"It's not like you," he said.

"Maybe I'm becoming a new woman. Do you mind?"

He smiled, hesitantly. "Of course not."

"We need to loosen up a little, Harold," she said, putting his hand on her tit, then down her flat belly, between her legs. "If you haven't got time for it, then. I'll have to show a little more initiative."

"Are you suggesting I've been neglecting you, Kitty?"

She kissed him lightly. "Want an honest answer?"

"Yes, an honest answer."

"Yes, you've been neglecting me."

She kissed him again, touching his tongue with hers.

His cock began to harden in her hand. She reached for a towel beside the pool and spread it neatly on the cool pool deck near them.

"Out you go," she said, grabbing a cheek of his ass and pushing him out of the pool, onto the towel.

He responded like a baby, lying on his back as she directed, looking at the star-filled sky.

Standing in the shallow water, she leaned over the side of the pool and took his semi-hard cock in her mouth, sucking it gently, fondling his balls delicately.

He took her free hand and squeezed it, closing his eyes, feeling his body relax as it hadn't relaxed in a long time.

She continued sucking, running her tongue up and down his shaft, as his cock hardened, then quivered.

He pulled her hand to his mouth and began sucking her fingers.

She continued sucking his cock as his warm come spurted into her mouth, then dripped down her chin. She sucked, less eagerly, until his cock was once again limp.

Harold remained perfectly still for a long moment, his eyes closed. Then he opened them, and looked at his wife's smiling face.

"What's happened to you, Kitty?" he asked suspiciously.

"Do you mind?"

He looked away, then sat up, his face troubled. "I don't know."

Kitty was awake at dawn the morning James was scheduled to work on their lawn. As soon as the first light of day eased through the drapes, she heard his pick-up truck pull into the driveway. Her entire body stiffened with desire.

She tiptoed into the bathroom, showered quickly and after drying, perfumed her body everywhere he might touch, or smell – which was everywhere.

"Couldn't you sleep?" Harold asked, sitting up in bed to stare at the clock.

"I want to do the laundry while it's cool," she said.

"What's the weather got to do with it? The washer and dryer are in an air-conditioned house!"

"I want to hang the clothes outside. The air freshens them."

"Oh." He rolled over as if going back to sleep. But he didn't sleep. He listened as Kitty got the dirty clothes sorted and began dumping them into the washer.

He stayed in the shower longer than usual, thinking, then shaved and dressed for the office.

Kitty was hanging laundry outside when he went to the kitchen for coffee and the paper. He'd never seen her hang laundry outside before and wondered if this was the first time, or if he just hadn't noticed.

Glancing out the window, he saw her talking to James, which pleased him. James was an unusually good lawn man, the best they'd ever had. He hoped Kitty would be pleasant to him, make him feel at home.

He got the paper and poured a cup of coffee. Kitty was so nervous she kept dropping clothes pins, which James obligingly retrieved.

"I'm ready," she whispered. "I'm really ready for you, James!"

"Having husband problems?" he asked.

"No problems. But no excitement either, not like you provide."

"Men are men, Kitty. None of us are that different."

"When I suck your cock, you eat my pussy. That's a big difference in my book."

James grinned. "Maybe he wasn't hungry."

"He rats his work," Kitty said. "I want a man who likes it! A man who knows how to handle it!"

"I'll be through at ten," he said. "And my cock will be as hard as a hoc handle!"

"I'll be ready!"

James went back to trimming hedges. Kitty finished hanging the clothes and went inside to see what her husband wanted for breakfast, feeling her cunt moisten just thinking about ten o'clock.

At times like this, she wished she had a vibrator she could stick in her wet pussy and leave there, just to settle her down. It was eight-thirty. She'd be climbing the wall by ten.

"I've been thinking about it, Kitty," Harold said, the moment she stepped inside. "I've decided you're right."

"About what?"

"I've been neglecting you lately, putting work ahead of everything else. There's got to be some changes."

"Really?"

"Isn't that what you want?"

"Of course, Harold. Of course!"

He reached for the phone and called the office. "Sarah, I'll be late today. If anything urgent needs any attention, call me at the Twin Oaks Motel… just ask the switchboard operator to ring my room… business, Sarah. Personal business."

Kitty smiled.

"Put on something skimpy," he said to his wife as he hung up the phone. "Something revealing. Nobody will see you."

"Now? You mean…"

"A new environment, new surroundings. Spur of the moment! That's what our marriage needs!"

A wave of disappointment swept through Kitty as they backed out of the driveway, unable to even see James as be hurried to finish the back yard. She glanced at her watch. It was nine-thirty.

There was no way she could get back by ten. She imagined James bouncing through the back door of their house, cock exposed, ready for action – and finding none. He would understand. That wasn't the problem.

What a waste of good hard cock. That was the problem.

Harold stood beside their bed in the motel, his cock limp, but his face filled with the pride of accomplishment, even though he hadn't accomplished anything yet.

Coming to the motel was Harold's accomplishment. He had been notified of a problem – wifely neglect – and he was flow acting to solve the problem.

"Is there anything you want?" he asked. "Anything special, I mean?"

Kitty couldn't bring herself to tell him she wanted to be eaten. Wives didn't ask for things like that. Wives, or at least the kind of wives Harold knew anything about, wanted only to please their husbands.

"I want to please you," she said meekly.

"Good." He smiled, continuing to stand proudly beside the bed. "How about trying it as I stand?"

"Lovely." Kitty sat up, swinging her legs around his, leaning forward to accept his soft prick in her lips.

"You love that, don't you," Harold said, getting quickly hard, beginning to breathe deep.

"Uh-huh."

She wasn't telling her husband an untruth. She did love it. She loved the feel of it, the taste of it. She loved the swelling of his cock in her moth, the baby-like texture of the cock-bulb as it began to throb against her tongue. She loved every minute of it.

But her pussy got more and more wet and more and more hungry. She wanted more than just a cock in her mouth, sweet as that was. She wanted something inside her cunt. A cock. A tongue. A pair of eager lips.

"Enjoy yourself," Harold said, supremely confident that he was giving his wife the attention a wife needed.

He was on the verge of coming when the phone rang. The phone came first.

"Yes, Sarah," he said, as alert to business as ever. "I've been expecting that call. Yes, it's very important. Just a second, let me get a pencil. I want to get the exact wording."

He opened his briefcase and took out a pen and pad, then sat in a chair beside a small round table near the bed.

"Okay, Sarah, shoot," he said, and began scribbling as his secretary dictated. "Great! That's just like we'd planned!"

He paused, looking at Kitty sitting silently in the bed, her bare tits hanging idle, as if abandoned.

"Come here, darling," he said, holding his hand over the mouthpiece. "There's no need in your stopping just because of this call."