R Peters: Lewd wife

He was really trying to excite me, and that turned me on. I started whispering naughty little things in his ear. He usually didn't do much for me. He was always so quick and only thought of his own pleasure. This time he seemed different. He quickly grabbed his belt, unloosened it, and yanked down his pants. He was rock hard and very excited. But sometime during the process of Roger undressing, I had lost most of the desire I had. For some reason this always seemed to happen. I would get aroused very quickly, maybe too quickly, and then it faded just as quickly.

Roger seemed to be going through the motions now, and fumbled while trying to pull my dress over my head. The car seat was sticky and the damp summer air made it worse. The width of the front seat was not all that suited for fucking, but Roger was determined. Roger finally got my dress off and dropped it over the back seat. Quickly, Roger got himself on top of me. I could feel his cock, pulsating with desire, between my legs.

Roger arched his back and drove his rod into my vagina, starting my juices flowing. He was wildly fucking me, plunging in and out relentlessly. I closed my eyes and was lost in a flurry of mad fucking. I could feel his cock banging around inside my cunt. He was trying to please me. His face was distorted with an expression of lust and pleasure as his cock rammed into my pussy.

I was getting anxious for this to be over and he wasn't coming yet, so I began pumping my ass up and down with his rhythm.

"Fuck me, fuck me, baby," I purred.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out!" he answered.

"Do it, do it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt until my juice drowns your cock!"

And with that, his hot nut shot out of his hard cock and into my waiting pussy. Finally, Roger was done. He sat there, taking in deep breaths and seemingly proud of himself. The front seat was a puddle of sweat and juice. The thought crossed my mind that I should have enjoyed it. My thoughts were interrupted by an announcement coming over the loudspeaker that intermission was about to begin. We quickly got dressed and had started the car by the time the floodlights came on.

As we drove home along the expressway the warm summer air swirled around our bodies and I felt a little more relaxed about our fucking. In fact, I sort of liked the chance that we could have been exposed like the couple next to us.

The next morning when Roger woke, he didn't wake me. He went straight to work. It was like any other morning. For ten of the twelve years we had been married, Roger had worked in a factory. At first he had been forced to take a second shift job, but as his seniority increased, he had been moved to first shift. The only problem was his being forced to get up early, but it sure beat my staying up until midnight waiting for him to come home.

I looked over at his side of the bed and wondered if he had any thoughts of seducing me when he arose. In fact, I faintly remembered a dream where he had gotten up and made love to me. In the dream, I was sleeping and didn't realize he was making love to me until the very last moment. In the dream I woke up just as he was climaxing and I was having an orgasm.

But I knew the dream couldn't be true, although I did have dried cum all over my body. I guessed it was from the night before, but wasn't sure. Maybe it was just because we slept in the nude, which we seldom do because of the kids, or maybe just the hot Midwest weather.

After fixing breakfast for the kids and sending them off to school, I went back in the bedroom and relaxed for awhile. There was a radio talk show on, but it was boring so I switched it off. Thoughts of Roger and I fucking at the drive-in were in the back of my mind. I couldn't get rid of them. I felt slightly aroused at the thought of being watched.

For some reason I hadn't bothered to get dressed yet. The thoughts of last night made me feel sexy. Instead of showering and getting dressed for the day, I put on the see-thru negligee Roger had given me. I hadn't worn it except while we were on vacation.

I was fantasizing about Roger seducing me in strange motel rooms when the doorbell rang. I figured it was only one of my girl friends, so I opened the door with hardly a thought to what I was wearing. I was shocked to see Chuck, a friend of Roger's and mine since high school.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting you. I thought you were one of my girl friends." I offered.

Chuck just smiled for a second and asked if he could come in for some coffee. I invited him in and thought about changing into something less revealing, but decided not to. I had always liked his easygoing manner and smile. I had always looked forward to Chuck and his wife's visits. Thinking about his wife, I grabbed a short robe from the downstairs bathroom.

When I returned from the kitchen, he was just sitting on the couch, with a strange look on his face. I figured he had something on his mind, so I sat down next to him. I had barely sat when he turned toward me and asked, "How did you like the movies last night?"

I didn't answer him – I was too embarrassed. And in shock. How did he know we were there? Was he there too?

"You needn't be embarrassed," he said. "My wife and I go all the time."

I looked down at the ground, still not sure how to respond. He lifted my face up with his hand and kissed me hard on the lips. He mumbled something to me about not covering up my body before he pulled the robe off my shoulders.

I began to feel an exhilarating rush through my body as he slipped a hand under my nightie. With long, careful strokes he rubbed my pussy lips and cupped my pussy in his hand. His fingers slipped inside me before I could push him away.

I felt like I was unable to protest, with his lips on mine and fingers expertly working my pussy to a frenzy.

Chuck stood up and pushed me onto my back. I tried to speak, but he waved his hand in front of me and I knew he wouldn't stop anyway. I wasn't sure of what was happening. I was kind of scared, but more excited than I had been in years with Roger. I wanted to unzip his fly and pull his cock out.

Chuck pulled his pants off and I saw how thick his cock was. I ached to suck his stiff cock. It was already large, but it seemed to grow larger in my hand. I jerked him off and he came quickly on my tits. I realized that he was using me for sex and I wanted him even more. I wanted his cock in my mouth, my cunt, anywhere in my body.

Chuck began to suck my hardened nipples. They stood erect and his sucking only drove me wilder. I tried to pull his body up, so I could blow him. He pushed my hands away and moved himself up my body. He hung his cock in my face. He started to say something, but I wanted it so bad I couldn't wait any longer.

I grabbed it and began sucking him. I reached for his ass and pulled him closer to my face. I sucked on his cock and then licked his balls, which made him groan loudly. He propped himself over me while I did all the work. I massaged his cock and balls until I could feel him about to release. Then I sucked his thick shaft again until he pulled out and jerked off a steady stream of cum all over my face.

He was breathing heavily and I thought he was about to collapse. He leaned over and I drew in my breath. Instead of laying down, he began eating my pussy with such passion. I couldn't believe it. He paused and came up to lick some cum off my face. We started kissing with his cum passing between our mouths. I was shocked that he'd want to taste his own cum, but he moaned and his tongue slid into my mouth.

After a couple of minutes, he went back down to suck my cunt. I felt a surge coming through my excited cunt, but Chuck stopped just as I was ready to orgasm. "Let me come, let me come, Chuck!" I hissed.