Don Scott: The hottest wife

"He let you suck him off?"

"No, not really. I jacked him off and his cum landed on my face and tits. He cursed and called me all sorts of filthy things and took a shower. When he was in the bathroom I took some of it from my body and tasted it."

Bruce was not unaffected by my story. I pretended to look at the floor, but I really was staring at his crotch. The bulge excited me more than watching the stranger jack himself off.

"Oh, Bruce, I just don't know what to do with these feelings I've kept trapped inside of me." Bruce put his hand on my shoulder and I circled his waist with mine. Since he was so much taller than I, his bulging cock pressed against my stomach, just below my boobs. I pulled him tighter, resting the side of my face on his chest.

"I feel for you, Amber. I really do. There was a girl a long, long time ago. I was going with a girl and I wanted her to suck my cock. She just wouldn't. She said it was a terrible thing for me to ask her to do."

I tightened my hold on Bruce, mashing my tits against him and feeling the heat of his cock against my stomach. Tilting my head up, I parted my lips and licked them quickly. Bruce caught the hint and bent down to kiss me. His strong harms bent me backward as his hot, hungry lips sealed over mine. His tongue flicked over my lips then dashed into my mouth. I tongued his lips, too, drinking his lustful spirit.

"Sweet, tortured Amber," Bruce whispered. His hand moved around my body, cupping my ripe tit. My nipple was already hard with lust and once his fingers pressed over the sensitive bud my breathing became ragged, strained.

With his other hand Bruce squeezed my asscheeks, rubbing them with the flat of his hand and pressing me even closer to him. Tingles of pleasure and passion sped through my body, urging me on.

Bruce pulled up my dress in back and felt my butt. His fingers toyed with my asscheeks, squeezing each one in turn before exploring further down between my legs. I felt his finger pressing against my pantyhose, finding my little bunghole. He searched further and reached between my legs to feel the moist heat of my twat.

I was turned around so that my back was to the door, then Bruce backed away, holding me at arm's length. His eyes feasted on my body – my eyes feasted on his. Bruce placed his hands over my tits, fondling them tenderly.

"You can't imagine how many times I have wanted to bring you into this room and run my hands all over your body," Bruce said, squeezing my tingling tits. "I've watched that cute ass of yours walking away from me hundreds of times and every time I've wanted to walk up behind you and squeeze it."

"This is wrong," I said suddenly, not knowing where the words came from. "I… I don't know what I mean."

Bruce shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. His right hand left my tit and traveled down my body, the fingertips lightly trailing over my stomach down to the hem of my dress. I felt his fingers touching my thigh, igniting an even more intense flame in my snatch.

"Spread your legs," Bruce commanded. I shook my head and he squeezed my boob a little harder. "I said spread your legs."

"No, I can't. I'm a married woman," I whimpered. My body said give him what he wanted, but something else inside of me said to resist.

Bruce's hand moved higher, pushing up my dress. I quivered when his fingers traced an outline of my burning pussy. My knees shook even more and, to my own surprise, I spread my legs to give his hand more room. The strong hand with its experienced, long fingers worked over my twat, rubbing my hot clit through the pantyhose.

"No, no, no. This is wrong. Bruce," I said, closing my eyes. His hand worked in circles over my cunt, driving me wild. I bunched my dress in my hands, not wanting to touch Bruce while wanting him to feel me.

Bruce took his hand from my seething twat and for just a moment I thought he would quit. Then, before I realized what had happened, he hooked his fingers in the elastic band of my pantyhose and jerked them down, exposing my blonde snatch.

"Stop it, damn it! This has gone too far," I said, grabbing Bruce's hand just before it got to my wet crease.

"I can't stop, baby. You'll enjoy it, I promise." Bruce grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and freed his other hand. I struggled against him and he held me so tightly my hands began to hurt. With his free hand he reached between my legs once again, flicking his fingers through my cunthair. His middle finger found the opening of my gash and pushed into the moist hole while his thumb rubbed against my burning, distended clit. Now I knew I couldn't stop him and didn't want to. All I cared about was having my first climax in months.

"Your pussy is so nice and warm," he said, pushing his finger into me until his palm pushed flat against my pelvis. "Amber, I want to fuck you so much!"

"No, never will I let you fuck me!"

Bruce pulled his finger most of the way out of my twat before be shoved it back in. He did this several times, nice and slow to tantalize my twat as much as possible. My snatch clamped around his finger as the clear oil trickled down his linger into his palm. My cunt had taken over my entire body. It needed something and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Please get me off, Bruce. Ohhhhhh!" I humped my hips each time the long finger jammed into my snatch. There was nothing I wanted more than to have his cock slam past my pussylips, but I couldn't allow myself to be that unfaithful to Jeff. Letting someone fingerfuck me into a beautiful orgasm, I figured, wasn't quite as bad as letting someone fuck me into climaxing.

"No! Nooooo!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm going to… ahhhhhhh!" My body tightened and my limbs shook uncontrollably as my hot snatch contracted around his invading finger. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my tits bulged out even more as I gasped for air. Then, almost unexpectedly, my twat, which had been neglected by Jeff for so long, began to shower Bruce's finger and palms with my cuntjuice. The clear fluid came out of me in rushes as I thrashed around. I twisted my hips and bunched Bruce's white smock in my fists to keep from falling. I saw blinding light in my head and the world exploded before me as I wrenched my body on Bruce's hand.

When my climax finally finished, I slumped to my knees, exhausted. My body tingled all over. I just sat there, head down, catching my breath.

"Now you can suck me off," Bruce said, jerking down his fly. "I'm so hot now I can't stand it!"

"No, Bruce," I said in a low voice. "I can't take your cock in my mouth. I'm sorry. I know you think I'm a tease, but won't suck your cock." I looked down at my pussy and the hair was glistening and matted with the cum that had spewed out of me during my climax. Looking up at Bruce again I saw his cock, extremely long and thick with a huge, rounded knob, pointing at me just inches from my lips.

"But you've got to. I'm so horny now I'll have a hard-on all day unless I relieve it!" He started to work his hand over the smooth, reddish flesh. A drop of cum formed at the little slit and he smoothed it over the crown.

His cock was just inches away. I could smell its acrid odor and my mouth began to water. Why didn't Jeff want me to suck him? Bruce was dying to shove his cock between my legs, yet my very own husband thought cocksucking was a filthy, disgusting desire.

Bruce worked his hand faster on his strong, hard cock. The skin was stretched tight over his tool, the blue veins showing clearly. Reaching down, Bruce grabbed my hand and held it on his cock. It felt hotter than I could imagine, hard and trembling to my touch.

"Stroke it," Bruce commanded. "At least stroke me off."

I curled my fingers around the throbbing shank, pleased that it was so thick I couldn't touch my thumb to my fingers. I squeezed his tool, testing the hardness. Bruce's prick was as hard as a rock.