Sam Stone - Turned on wife

Some other man…

Fondling her large jugs and touching her pink cunt didn't help. It only added fuel to her torment. Her body screamed for sexual satisfaction, but not from another woman. She wanted and needed to feel the pressure of a man in and against her. A fuck. She wanted a wild fuck. No, she needed a wild fuck.

Desperately.

She continued to toy with her tingling nipples until the flames burning in her twat became unbearable. Release refused to come, and now she was more frustrated than ever.

A man… her brain screamed. You need a man to fuck you to pieces!

A man. Not Dan. Some other man…

Kitten finished her shower and toweled herself dry in front of the door mirror. She was nearly sober, but her private devil still danced. She was hungry. Man-hungry. Cock-hungry. Her cunt throbbed. She decided to do something about it. She dressed hurriedly and walked out of the cabana.

Kitten trotted over to the convertible Dan had given her as a wedding present and eased in behind the wheel with a flash of thighs. She drove slowly out onto the seashell-covered secondary road that would take her to Periwinkle Drive, the main road leading into the small village. A few yards around the first bend she took, her headlights picked up the walking figure of Dr. Jason Dubois. He was moving in her direction, so she stopped and offered him a lift.

"Thanks," Dr. Dubois said as he heaved into the seat beside her. "I was hoping some kind soul would come along and give me a lift into town."

Kitten set the car in motion again before she asked, "How come you're walking? Where's your car?"

"Stuck in the sand near Lighthouse Point." He lapsed into silence for a moment, then glanced at her and said, "It wouldn't take much of a pull to get it out of there. Do you happen to have a rope or a chain with you?"

Kitten frowned thoughtfully. Lighthouse Point was the most uninhabited part of Starfish Island. To drive this doctor who had told her she needed a dick other than her husband's out into those boondocks would be akin to asking him for his dong.

Another man. Dr. Dubois? Hell, why not?

"I carry a chain in the trunk," Kitten said as she stopped to turn the convertible around, then opened the door and climbed out. "You know where your car's buried, so you'd better drive."

Dr. Dubois slid in behind the wheel and smirked at her.

Kitten felt herself blushing as she passed in front of the headlights. She knew what Dr. Dubois was thinking, and he was right – she would let him soak his cock in her pussy.

They made the trip to Lighthouse Point in silence. Dr. Dubois pulled up behind his stuck car and killed the engine on hers. Kitten sat motionless and waited for him to make the first move. She should have been apprehensive; she wasn't. The only emotion she experienced was one of mild curiosity. How would she react to him?

She started to find out a few seconds later.

Kitten's breath caught in her throat when Dr. Dubois' hand dropped to her dimpled knee. The old boy was hot to trot, and he wanted her in the same condition. She squirmed and watched her short skirt crawl higher on her smooth thighs. Desire gripped her for a wild moment, and then she tensed.

Dr. Dubois licked his lips.

Kitten pressed her knees together. Ice filled her belly. Tension remained.

Dr. Dubois seemed to sense the mood that rode her, and said gently, "Don't fight it, Katherine. Don't be frightened. I'm not your husband. I'm not going to rape you."

Kitten couldn't relax. She wanted Dr. Dubois' stiff prick as badly as he wanted to give it to her, but at the same time she tasted fear and silently hoped he wouldn't hurt her… the way she had been hurt during both the times she had fucked with Dan.

"Unwind, Katherine."

"I can't."

"I am trying."

"Try harder."

"How?"

"Spread your legs."

Kitten hesitated.

Dr. Dubois' hand left her dimpled knee. Disgust edged his voice as he said, "I'll get the tow chain out of the trunk."

The thought of another sexual fiasco drained all tension out of Kitten. She placed a desperate hand on his arm and whispered, "No, not yet. I want you, Doctor. I need you."

"Need?" She nodded. "Sure?"

Dr. Dubois studied her for a few seconds. Then he slipped an arm around her shoulder and rasped, "You won't regret this, Katherine. Never in a million years. I know what to do with a woman."

"Then do it."

"Don't rush yourself, Katherine. Unwind a little."

"How?"

"Come nearer."

Kitten snuggled up to Dr. Dubois and closed her eyes as his lips trapped hers. She felt his hand creep under her skirt and shivered. His fingers crawled along her thigh like bashful worms. Higher and higher, until they finally came to a rest against the warm webbing of her skimpy panties.

"All right?" he asked.

Kitten opened her eyes and smiled at him. "The patient is doing nicely, Doctor."

"Would you like a finger-massage to relax you a bit more?"

"Please."

Dr. Dubois nudged the moist webbing of her panties to one side. A heartbeat later he inserted his middle finger between the pouting lips of her pussy. "Perfect."

"Oooohhh!"

Anxiety edged his voice. "Am I hurting you, Katherine?"

Kitten's voice licked at him. "No, that feels wonderful, Doctor."

Dr. Dubois chuckled and wriggled his thick finger inside her cunt. Shock thrills raced through every fiber of her being. She didn't flinch at the way he was fucking her with his digit. He didn't give her pain. He was gentle and he was turning her on.

"Enough?" he asked.

Kitten smiled dreamily. "Of your finger, yes."

Dr. Dubois removed his finger from he dewy cunt and stuck it in his mouth to taste her juice. He smacked his lips and made her laugh. Then he stopped licking her twat-cream from his digit and went after the buttons on her blouse.

Kitten permitted him to have his way. Her midnight-colored hair got slightly mussed as she leaned back into the seat cushion to watch him open her blouse.

"Lean forward a bit, Katherine."

"How's this?"

"Excellent!"

Dr. Dubois helped Kitten out of the blouse and tossed it into the back seat. Then his mouth dropped to her tits. He kissed her white nylon bra. She felt her nipples harden under his lips, and momentarily her hips twitched to let him know that she could feel his kisses all the way down to the depths of her cunt.

Dr. Dubois continued to kiss her bra-covered tits. Lewdly. Loudly. Hungrily.

Kitten knew she was inexperienced when it came to sex, and so she let him set the pace. After all, a doctor should know something about the game they were going to play.

Dr. Dubois' hands turned clumsy with desire as he fumbled with her bra clasp. Her lips loosened in a smile as she watched her boobs spill free. Her nipples hardened, tingled, and made her shiver with delight.

Soon, she thought. Soon I'll feel his big fuck-pole inside my pussy.

Dr. Dubois paused to admire her naked tits.

Kitten felt no shame, no guilt.

"You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," Dr. Dubois said huskily. "Your exquisite tits quake with every breath you take, and you reek of sensuality and expensive perfume. Any man would be blessed to have you share his bed."

She manufactured a wistful smile. "My husband doesn't think so, Doctor. That's why I'm here with you tonight."

He cupped her chin in his hand and forced her to look into his eyes. "Don't apologize for your actions, Katherine. I know why you're here, and I'm glad."

She shook her head free of his cupping hand. "Don't be glad, Jason. Just be a good teacher. I need help."

"I'll give it to you."

"I want your cock."

"I know."

"I want you to massage my pussy with your cock."

"I will."

Her smile sagged; a sob caught in her throat. "Do it right, Jason. Don't leave me dangling. Fuck me good. Teach me to love getting fucked."