Sam Stone - Turned on wife

Kitten climbed out of the car. "How long ago?"

"About two minutes before you pulled in, Mrs. Hunter. Want me to go after him?"

Kitten shook her head at the old man and raced towards the cabana. Reprieve. Now she would have time to take a hot bath and slip into something deliciously sexy before Dan returned to receive the biggest surprise of his life.

She trotted into the bathroom and started running water in the bathtub. Then she climbed out of the bunny costume and dropped it in the hamper. Naked, she went back to the front room and poured herself a generous slug of orange vodka, and sampled it as she returned to the bathroom. She lowered her dimpled ass to the commode and drank the rest of it while she waited for the tub to fill.

Ten minutes later, Kitten toweled herself dry and padded into her bedroom. She sat down at the cosmetic table and brushed her hair, applied makeup, and splashed perfume between her tits and on her cunt. She applied a thick coating of blood-red lipstick to her sensuous mouth, and when she finished, she formed her lips into a perfect O and thought: Now that's what I call a tempting target for any man's cock.

She fondled her naked jugs for a few seconds, and then she went through the motions of selecting panties that would make Dan drool in his shorts the instant he saw them.

Kitten rummaged through her dresser drawer and frowned thoughtfully. She wanted to make a good impression. What to wear?

She finally made up her mind. She selected a black nylon half-bra; G-string panties to match; a six-garter garter belt; and thigh-high, black nylon opera hose. Delicious shivers coursed through her body as she donned these items of enticement. Sex, she told herself. I look like a hundred-dollar whore.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and rolled the opera hose up and over her legs. She snapped the tops of her garter belt, reached under the bed for a pair of wet leather zip-up boots with five-inch heels. She encased her feet, stood up. She caught her reflection in the cosmetic mirror and smiled with smug satisfaction. She looked and smelled positively ravishing. Dan would really go off his stick when he saw her in this rig. And how he would go!

Kitten's heels clicked on the floor as she left the bedroom, and went to the liquor cabinet for another drink. She was ready, and now she was becoming impatient. Where the hell was Dan? He should have been back by this time. She poured a drink and glanced at the wall clock. Five minutes till nine. She would give her husband those five minutes to get his ass back home, and then she would summon the relief clerk and send him out to find Dan.

She carried her drink over to the window that overlooked the gulf and sipped on it while she stared out into the night. She heard the back door open, then slam shut, and a few seconds later she found herself face-to-face with Dan.

His eyes widened at the sight of her. Anger drained out of him, but not before he managed to growl, "I get my ass chewed up by sand fleas and come back to find you here. Where the hell have you been?"

Kitten's heart began to hammer. "Out," she said.

His glance locked with hers. "Doing what?"

"Getting an education."

"What kind of an education?"

"The kind you wanted me to get – a sex education."

"Who from?"

"None of your damned business."

He barked a laugh, asked, "Did you learn anything?"

"I earned my diploma."

Amusement traced its pattern across his handsome, deeply tanned face. "Let's go into the bedroom and find out if you earned your passing grades."

Kitten's heart hammered and threatened to crack a rib as her glance lowered to his crotch. Hot damn! He had a hard-on. Like a rock. Her rack. She flicked a red-tipped finger against his boner and purred. "Yes, let's."

They never reached the bedroom. The instant her finger flicked against his cock, Dan drew her into the circle of his arms and mashed his mouth over hers.

This is it, Dan, Kitten thought as she rubbed her cunt-mound against his pounding hard-on. No more frustration. No more fear. No more freezing. No more being a prude. Love and sex, all the way, with you. I've got you, and I'll never let you get away from me again. I know how to hold you now. I won't make the same mistake I made with your big cock those other times…

Kitten went wild with eagerness. She trapped one of his hands and lifted it to her heaving tits. She chewed on his earlobe while he ran his fingers up the ridge of her spine until he reached the clasps of her bra. She could feel the hot flames of passion creeping into her body as he unfastened her bra and spilled her tits into nakedness. He removed her G-string panties next, nothing else. Then he stepped back to admire the curly mop of beaver between her thighs, the lips of her moistening cunt. Instinct told her that he was almost tempted to drop to his knees and lap her pussy. Almost, but not quite.

"Now you," Kitten laughed as she started to undress him by unbuttoning his shirt. "Now you."

Dan grinned as the shirt left his body, drawled, "You do fine work, Katherine. Who taught you how to undress a man so fast?"

Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "The same one who taught me how to fuck like a mink."

"Like a mink? Hmm this should turn out to be one hell of a night. I've never fucked a mink before."

Kitten smiled impudently. "You will… as soon as I get these damn clothes off of you."

"I can't wait."

"Force yourself."

Dan laughed.

Kitten helped him out of his pants, then admired the massive bulge in his Jockey shorts. She slipped to her dimpled knees and surprised him with a kiss to the cock-bulge.

"Big cock and big balls seem to go together," Kitten said as she tugged the Jockey shorts free and exposed him to complete nakedness. "Suckable and fuckable, but for the moment I prefer the latter." She caught his cock in her right hand and used it as a rope to pull him down beside her. Then she opened her legs, said, "Climb aboard so I can do my damnedest to fuck you to death."

Dan crawled between her gaping legs, fisted his dick and guided the knob against the wet lips of her pussy. He hesitated for a second or two, then took a deep breath and rammed his rod balls deep into her cunt.

The dream turned into a nightmare. It was as though a short-circuit suddenly occurred inside her box, turning off the juices, filling her belly with ice. A sick feeling ate at her guts. What was happening? Why was she freezing? She stiffened under his weight, started to yelp, but a pulsebeat later it became unnecessary, for now the agony passed and heat jumped into her cunt again.

Fear was gone. Passion was back. Pagan, howling, savage, mind-blowing passion.

His balls crashed against her asshole. Breath blasted past her slightly parted lips, her eyes grew large in their sockets. His cock charged into her cunt like a bolt of lightning, shocking, bringing her hips into motion. No faking, now. None whatsoever. This was it! The union to end all unions! Cunt meeting cock. Soul touching soul. Sex. Beautiful, wonderful, delicious sex!

She coiled her legs around her butt and panted, "Fuck me, darling! Make me come like I've never come before! Ride me, ride me all the way to climax!"

"Like this, Katherine, like this?"

"Right on, darling! Ah, your big prick feels so wonderful inside my tight little pussy! Your cock-cream will feel much better! Give it to me, darling! Fuck me hard and shoot me full of your jizz!"

And a moment later he did.

Kitten tightened her shapely legs around his writhing haunches as Dan buried his prick deep and fired a load of fuck-juice into her eager quim. The moist lips of her pussy tightened, worked milkingly over his throbbing meat, until Dan groaned, "Jesus, it feels as though your cunt-lips are trying to suck my spine loose!"