Don Scott: The hottest wife

I got out of bed and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Why was my husband neglecting me? Amber, I love you. That's what he used to say to me four months ago, just before we were married. It seemed like he couldn't get enough of my body to satisfy him then. Now he hardly looks at me.

I tried to see myself objectively in the mirror to figure out why Jeff didn't want to ram his cock into me any more. At twenty I was a long way from being over the hill, that's for sure. The men at the hospital never resisted a chance to rub up against me. Why wouldn't Jeff?

I peeled out of my tight T-shirt and threw it on the floor. My full, firm tits jiggled without a hint of any sagging. The nipples were hard little buds and the areolas a dark brown, the size of silver dollars. My waist was slim and my hips flared. All in all I had one hell of a shapely body.

The thick blonde bush between my legs needed something badly from Jeff – his cock. I watched my own hand slowly creep from nay hip to between my legs, the long fingernails gently scratching near the pink slit.

I looked at my face in the mirror, at my large, crystal-blue eyes and thick, sensual lips. My hair falls in loose waves down to the small of my back, honey-colored, like my twat.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was fingering my own pussy at six in the morning. Six in the morning – I should be in bed with my husband snuggled up close to his warm body. I slipped back into bed without waking Jeff up. I closed nay eyes. Though I didn't need to be at the hospital until ten thirty, I was wide awake and horny as hell.

"Jeff, honey, are you awake?" I asked quietly. He didn't move a muscle. Easing the covers off his body, I curled my knees under me. I gently unsnapped the fly of his pajamas and picked up his cock. It was warm and soft in my hand, all full of wrinkles. I knew what his cock could do to me, hard, and getting it hard is one of my greatest abilities.

Bending forward, my tits mashing against my thighs, I flicked my tongue out, just touching the very tip of Jeff's prick. I swirled my tongue around the head, getting it slick with my saliva. His cock tasted heavenly against my tongue.

Letting his cock lie flat against his body, pointing toward his hairy chest, I licked down the shaft to the sac holding his two large nuts. I licked the loose skin, then sucked one ball into my mouth. I basted the egg-shaped nut with my spit, holding it for a long time in my mouth. After warming his other nut with my tender mouth, I slowly began to work my way back to his cockhead.

A large, blue vein showed an the underside of his cock, pumping blood into his tool. I felt his pulse under my lips as I kneaded the growing flesh tenderly. Taking his prick once again in my hand, I hefted it, feeling it swell with unconscious passion.

Jeff hasn't got a real big cock – maybe six inches long when fully hard – so I had no trouble taking his tool completely into my mouth. Slowly his slick cock passed through my lips, sliding over my tongue before finally resting at the opening of my throat. I chewed timidly on the shaft, wanting to stimulate it to full length with my mouth and lips, but not wanting to be so exciting that Jeff would wakeup.

The prick became hard quickly. With his curly pubic hairs tickling my nose I could feel his mushroomed knob throbbing at the back of my mouth. Slowly I pulled my head up, the smooth cock lightly rubbing against my lips, until the crown was all that remained in my moist mouth. I rotated my head, then pressed my face down again, taking the cock in my mouth.

I toyed with Jeff's balls, scratching and squeezing one nut with each hand. My head moved faster at his crotch as the thought of tasting Jeff's cum for the first time filtered through my brain.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned, unable to keep silent any longer. My pussy was dewy with my own passion. Maybe… just maybe I could convince Jeff to fuck me.

The hard shaft was trembling between my lips and the crown throbbed with each lick of my tongue. My breath hissed through my nose as I jerked my mouth along the cocks rigid surface.

A tiny bit of cream oozed out of the tip, tasting salty against my tongue, and I moaned again, louder than before. A thick strand of blonde hair fell across my face, sticking against the wet surface of Jeff's cock. I pulled the hair away and threw the strand over my shoulder, not wanting anything to disturb my fervent cocksucking.

"Ugggg!" Jeff hissed, still sleeping. I glanced up at him quickly. He was waking up. I curled my fingers around his veined shaft and whacked the hot cock, twisting my tongue hungrily around the knob. Soon, very soon I would get to suck his hot, bubbling cum.

Suddenly the clock's alarm went off, rattling my already ragged nerves so badly that I took the cock out of my mouth. Jeff snapped to a sitting position, staring at me with eyes the size of saucers. Before he had a chance to say anything I clamped my lips tightly over his cockhead and beat his hot prick.

"What are you doing?" Jeff screamed, trying to jump out of bed. I held on tight, sucking hard with my lips as his balls jumped in their tight sac. "Get away from me!"

Jeff grabbed a handful of hair and snapped my head back, pulling his hips away from me. His cock unplugged from my clenching mouth with a loud pop. His balls jumped between his legs again as I fisted his prick, then a thick jet of white cum shot through the air and smacked against the side of my face, making a sticky line from my cheek to my neck.

As much as Jeff wanted to get away from me, his balls had something else to say about it. I beat my tiny fist over his shank as a second stream exploded from his dick. This time the jism landed on my jouncing tits.

"You filthy…" Jeff said, leaving the thought unfinished. He pulled me by my hair further from his spewing cock and stepped out of bed. Fighting against the pain I pushed toward him, leaning over the edge of our bed to whack his cock. I pointed the tip at my open mouth, hoping against the odds that he could shoot his wad far enough to splash it against my tongue. Luck wasn't with me and the remainder of his cum ended up slowly trickling down my arm.

"I really can't believe you would do that to me," Jeff said, looking at me with sheer disgust. "You know that I believe oral intercourse is filthy and still you did such a thing."

"But Jeff, hasn't it occurred to you that maybe I don't think giving head is so disgusting?"

"Just look at you! You've got it all over your body!" His face twisted disdainfully and he went into the bathroom for his morning shower. Such a silly man, he doesn't like it when his own wife gives him a blow-job!

I stepped in front of the mirror again and looked at myself. The cum on my face felt warm and moist as it slowly trickled down my cheek. Using a finger I scooped a little of the white cream over my lips, then licked them. The cum – the first I had ever tasted – was exactly as I was told it would taste. Jeff's jism was pungent, sort of salty. I swirled the little drop of spunk around in my mouth briefly before swallowing it.

There was a great deal of cum on my arm and I wiped it between my tits, rubbing it in like cold cream. I cupped my titties in my hands, tweaking the nipples between my fingers. My smooth, tanned skin was shining with Jeff's cum.

Jeff shouted something at me from the bathroom, but the shower was too loud for me to understand what it was he wanted. I really didn't care. If my open attitude toward sex was disgusting to Jeff, then he should try and consider how disgusting his inhibited attitude strikes me. Of course, looking at our spat objectively was out of the question for Jeff.

Why am I so fascinated with sucking pricks? Probably because Jeff has never let me do it. Whenever I'm told that I shouldn't do something, I almost always make a point of doing that very thing. Jeff says it's a fault in my personality. Jeff is fucked up.