Sam Stone - Turned on wife

She toyed with her boy-in-the-boat for a few more seconds. Then she stopped and finished her shower, but it didn't cause the erotic visions that danced through her head to stop.

Cocks hurt. Fingers and lips didn't. Why was this? Cocks were made for women to enjoy. She would try to enjoy Dan's… tonight.

Kitten emerged from the shower and returned to the bedroom. She took another healthy belt of orange vodka. Then she sat down at the cosmetic table and brushed her hair. Finished with this task, she applied makeup and splashed perfume between her tits to make herself more interesting. Next she went about the chore of selecting sexy undies suitable to the momentous occasion. She prowled her dresser drawer and frowned thoughtfully, finally choosing a black net half-bra, matching bikini panties, and a white garter belt for contrast. She donned these items of enticement. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and rolled sheer stockings up and over her sleek legs. She snapped the nylons to her garter belt and eased her dainty feet into a pair of wet leather pumps with five-inch heels. A sheer negligee completed her ensemble. Now she was ready to make like a whore.

Time dragged. Slowly.

Late-afternoon shadows were beginning to creep into the bedroom when Kitten heard Dan drive up from the marina. She dropped the empty vodka bottle in the wastebasket and raced to meet him at the door.

She said, "Hi."

Dan's eyes widened at the sight of her, but he remained silent.

Kitten's heart hammered and a strange yet pleasant warmth crept into her cunt as she watched the way his hungry eyes attempted to crawl behind the negligee to devour her saucy boobs.

She smiled and asked, "Cat got your tongue, darling?"

Dan swallowed hard. "I think I'm in the wrong cabana." His voice was thick from drink, but Kitten failed to notice it. "If I'm not, I hope to hell you know what you're doing, Katherine."

"I know what I'm doing," Kitten said on the heel of a soft laugh. "Come inside and I'll prove it to you."

Dan heeled the door shut behind him and followed her into the living room like an obedient puppy. Kitten motioned him towards the sofa. When he was seated, she treated him to another torrid smile. "Drink?"

Dan exhaled loudly. "I could use something. I still think I'm in the wrong cabana."

Kitten joined him on the sofa with a bottle and two glasses. Three drinks later they were comfortable with each other for the first time. Yesterday was forgotten by Dan, and yet she sensed that it would be up to her to take the initiative. She did. She nuzzled her hip against his and brushed the tip of one tit across his bicep, then said, "Still think you're in the wrong place, darling?"

"No, but I still don't understand the reason for this sudden…"

Kitten silenced him with her lips, then said, "Don't question it, darling. Just love me."

"I thought you'd never ask." He reached for her. "Come here."

Kitten slipped away from his reaching arms and stood up with a nervous laugh. "It's getting warm in here, don't you think? Mind if I take off my negligee?"

He stood up. "I'd like that."

Kitten's glance dropped to Dan's crotch. His dick was pushing against his tight pants. He was ready to fuck up a storm.

"Do it," he said harshly. "Stop teasing and get rid of that damn negligee."

Kitten obeyed, and a few seconds later she found herself trapped in Dan's arms. Her large boobs turned pneumatic against his chest as she insinuated the length of her pliant body to his and offered him her warm lips. Their mouths collided and she shivered as he slipped the tip of his tongue between her teeth and explored the inner sweetness of her mouth. She gasped with pleasure as his big hands cupped her crowded half-bra and made her sleeping nipples awaken. She trembled like a palm in a gale and thought, This time everything will be beautiful between us.

"Now, darling," Kitten purred as she stretched out on the sofa and aimed her heaving jugs towards the ceiling. "Take me now! Take off my bra and panties and fill my pussy with your fat cock! Make me feel like a woman. Your woman. Hurry, darling, fuck me!"

Dan hugged her tits with his fingers and rasped, "Say it again, Katherine."

The room was spinning. Kitten spun with it.

"Say it again, Katherine."

"Fuck me, darling, fuck me!"

Sweat stood out on Dan's brow and coursed down his cheeks as he knelt on the terrazzo floor and reached between Kitten's shoulder blades to unclasp her bra. A heartbeat later he jerked the scrap of material free and tumbled her boobs into nakedness.

"Kiss them," Kit ten whispered passionately as she drew his sweaty face down to the peaks of her trembling jugs. "Kiss my titties and made my nipples sing!"

"Like this?"

"Yes, oh, yes! Suck, darling, suck!"

Dan's eager lips and teeth worked the left nipple, then the right, and momentarily her hips began to twitch. Her blood bubbled, her cunt itched, her spirit soared. She felt free, euphoric. Was this how a whore felt?

"My panties," she hissed as her long fingernails raked the back of Dan's neck to get his attention. "Take off my panties, darling! Hurry, hurry!"

Dan's lips reluctantly left her tingling nipples, and soon her panties were gone from her body.

Now, except for the garter belt, nylons and spike-heeled shoes, she was naked. His lips found and attacked her nipples again. Yesterday faded and now became a reality. A queer flutter moved through her cunt. She knew she was melting, and she welcomed it. She lifted his wet face away from her tits and panted, "Fuck me, darling. Now!"

Dan's hungry hands found her boobs. He kneaded them while he looked down into her dreamy eyes and asked, "Are you sure, Katherine?"

The animal sound that escaped Kitten's tense lips was a reflection of her sweet agony. Her throat rasped as the words bounced out. "I'm sure. I want you to fuck me. I want to be your wife… in every way. Do it, darling. Shove your cock in my pussy and fuck me hard, fuck me good! I want to come! I have to come!"

Dan's right hand left her tits and trailed downward to her pouting navel, her imperceptibly rounded stomach, and on down to her moist gash. He tried to work a finger between her cunt-lips, but her locked thighs blocked the way.

"Goddamn it, Katherine," he said angrily, "let me in."

Kitten laughed wildly. "Work for it, darling."

He trapped her jutting clitoris and tweaked it. "Like this? Is this how you want me to work for my fucking?"

Kitten gasped and shrilled, "Ooooh, your hand feels delicious!"

"My cock will feel even better," Dan rasped as he pressed the magic button that made her thighs open like scissors of flesh. A few seconds later he crawled between them and unzipped, freeing his stiff prick. He fisted his fierce hard-on, grinned at her and croaked, "Ready or not, here I come!"

Kitten experienced a brief twinge of apprehension. A moment later the twinge of apprehension was replaced by a vicious stab of pain as Dan tucked the knob of his cock between the tense lips of her cunt and hunched into her hole.

She stiffened beneath his pressing weight and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Take it out, take it out!"

Dan didn't stop. Neither did the pain.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Kitten yelped. "Stop fucking me, Dan! Take your big cock out of my pussy! Oh, please take your big cock out of my pussy!"

Dan didn't seem to hear her. He continued to gore her tender cunt with his cock. Bucking. Fucking. Hammering. His rigid rod snaked in and almost out of her pussy. Each stroke became more maddening then the previous one. Kitten screamed like a wounded tigress and tried to squirm out from under his weight.

Dan misunderstood her agonized frenzy for passion and said, "That's a good girl, Katherine. Help me. Shake it, shake it. Beautiful. Fuck, baby, fuck!"