Jeff Collins: Always willing wife

For security, that's why.

Angela's father had died when she was only three years old. Her mother had been a registered nurse and had drummed into her head since she was old enough to understand to marry for security, "So you won't have to slave like I do!"

Well, her mother had done her work well, even if she hadn't lived to see the fruits of her advise. She'd died just shortly before Angela had left Barry.

Angela never knew what her mother did for sex. Maybe she hadn't needed it.

"Well, I do!" Angela said to the mirror. "And I'm going to get it, even if it's from my own, uninterested husband!"

Dom was surprised. He never cared much for the candlelight dinner and soft music scene. But here it was, complete with Angela in a low-cut dress that barely kept her tits from spilling out onto the table.

"What's all this?" be asked.

"It's called romance, honey," Angela said. "It's supposed to get you in the mood."

"I'm in the mood. I'm fucking starved. Let's eat."

Angela nibbled at her food as Dom gorged himself. When he was finished he grabbed the paper and retreated to the den.

Oh no, Angela said to herself, not tonight! She followed him and flipped off the TV. "Angie, what the fuck…"

"That's it, Dom… fuck," she said.

"Angie… I'm beat."

She paid no attention. One touch at her zipper and the dress lay in a puddle at her feet. She wore no bra or panties.

"Jesus Christ, Angie… naked as a jaybird, and right in front of the windows!"

Suddenly she hated him. But something wouldn't let her be defeated. She felt as though she was being directed by powers stronger than her own will. She felt wilder, more abandoned than ever before in her life, and she actually reveled in her nudity as she let him drink his fill with his eyes.

Then, suddenly, she felt overcome by a desire to dance. She began to gyrate, wiggling her hips rhythmically, letting her big tits swing. Her lust became greater and her sensuous dance more abandoned. Her gyrations became frenzied, her long hair flying out behind her, her hands high in the air over her head.

Her mind screamed as she moved her hands to her pussy and spread the soft, pink lips. I'll make you want it, you bastard, I'll make you take it!

"Jesus, Angela, that's filthy!"

But it was working. His prick was coming up in his pants. Angela bent, her legs spread, her ass practically in his face.

The sight of the full rounded moons of her ass caused Dom's already swelling dick to lurch in his pants as he gaped at the crevice between her asscheeks. She straightened up and moved toward him. Dom stared, his breathing tightening in his throat as she crossed the room, her luscious, rounded assglobes quivering delightfully as she walked.

He unzipped and whipped out his cock. "All right, you bitch, you want it? Here it is! Suck it!"

As hot as Angela was, his words and actions were like ice water being thrown over her body. Now she not only didn't want to fuck him, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand having him touch her.

She stopped short before reaching him, sudden anger seething inside her at his selfish words. Abruptly, the overwhelming desire to hurt her husband, to slash at his stupidity was too strong to suppress. She sensed the sardonic smile twisting her mouth when she spoke. "Are you queer, Dom? Is that why you never want to fuck anything but my mouth? Is that the only way you can get off, don't with a blow job?"

"What did you say?" Dom mumbled, staring at her, the full meaning of his wife's insult not registering for a long moment. But then it did and he felt his own anger beginning to boil. "What the hell are you getting at? Are you saying that I'm some kind of inadequate lover or something?"

"Oh, scarcely that!" Angela hissed sarcastically. "Not good old reliable Dom. Why, you conceited ass, you!"

Dom's stinging slap to her cheek carried her backward several feet. She didn't expect it. He'd never struck her before.

"You sorry slut!" he snarled, suddenly moving toward her with clenched hands, his red-rimmed eyes glaring with fury.

Angela had never been afraid of Dom before, but at that very moment she was. Her cheek burned hotly from the sting of his slap and the viciousness in his eyes was something she'd never seen before. She'd gone too far this time.

"Dom, listen to me! Dom, please!" she heard herself stammer as he backed her to the sofa. Her cunt was dry now and her mind full of fear. She'd gone too far and she knew it. She just hoped he wouldn't hurt her. "It's all right, Dom, I'll blow you!"

She hardly got the words out of her mouth when Dom was on top of her, his weight crushing down into the sofa, pinning her while she continued to plead with him.

His big hands were all over her, clutching and squeezing cruelly at her soft flesh. Before she realized it, he'd stripped off his own clothing. Then she saw his swollen, rigid prick throbbing angrily.

Dom forced his way between her thighs, lifting them high and thrusting them back ruthlessly against her enormous tits.

"Oh, God, Dom, please! What's gotten into you?" Angela pleaded. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Not really. Just for a minute, maybe… but I think I've just found it again, you slut," he snarled thickly, his contorted face a mask of lust.

His hand shot down between them. Angela felt the blunt, bulbous head of his cock spreading open the tender lips of her dry cunt.

He ran his dick up and down her dry slit until the head was in. Then, with a deep animal growl, he rammed into her.

"Oh shiiit, Dom, easy!" Angela cried.

"Easy, shit!" he hissed and lunged again.

She sobbed, her body squirming as the thickness of his meat smashed into her, scraping against her tender inner flesh. Unwillingly, that same flesh squeezed desperately, as if her fuck hole was trying to spit out his unwanted dick. But the massive tool was already thundering without mercy into her pussy.

Dimly, Angela heard Dom gasp as the clamping cuntmeat around his prick while he continued to push deeper into her, forcing the warm, unreceptive walls of her pussy in waves before his throbbing prick.

She could never remember Dom being this wild, not in all their years of marriage. He was like a maniac, and his dick was bigger than she'd ever remembered it, plunging, fucking, hammering, reaming her cunt. It caused sharp twinges of mixed pain-pleasure to ripple through her pussy.

Tears filled her eyes, tears of hate and rage. God, how she hated him! He was pounding into her cunt so hard she could feel it all the way to the back of her throat.

"You bastard, go easy!" she sobbed. "Go easy! You're ripping me apart!"

"That's just what I mean to do, you cunt!"

And then he was pressing her knees back harder into her tits, raising her cunt slot greedily up to his pile driving prick. Suddenly his hands were roughly kneading the soft flesh of her tits and she could feel the tender skin beginning to bruise. All this while he thrust in and out of her fuckhole insanely, squirming and rutting, making her cry out with every inward lunge.

She had never thought of her husband as a person to be afraid of, but she was at that very moment. The fear that he might injure her struck her. His cock seemed to be ballooning bigger and bigger and ramming higher and higher. Her pussy could only take so much hammering.

And then, suddenly, Angela realized that she was trying to shove her damp cunt up against his rampaging cock. His heavy balls were slapping into the crevice of her ass, sending new sensations rippling sensuously through her pussy and belly. She was sore and burning inside her raw, moist cunt, but a building pressure was growing to a point of unexpected lust.

It swept her whole mind blank. She wanted to think of nothing but the cock's size and the sweet frenzy of it as it raged and fucked her.