Gale Roman - Swinging wife

Dinner was finished, but Sally was reluctant to leave the table until she had made some contact with her husband.

"Oh, you know what I mean," she aid. "I'm not making any of this up, you know. I just wish our relationship was different."

"Is there something you want?" Bill asked, seeming to reach for his wallet.

This guy was really dense, Sally found herself thinking.

"No, there's nothing I need," she admitted. "All the bills are paid."

"Then what are you talking about?" Bill wanted to know. He seemed bored and uncomfortable with the conversation. He looked around the room, as though checking out the nearest exit.

For, a few wild moments, Sally toyed with the idea of telling this jerk that she wanted a divorce.

"Bill," she said, "does our marriage seem normal to you?"

"Goddamn it!" Bill exploded, pushing his chair back from the table and knocking over his empty Scotch glass. "Why do you have to bother me with dumb questions like this? Don't you think I'm under enough pressure at work as it is without coming home to listen to your bullshit?"

"Fuck you!" Sally said. "I wouldn't mind so much if you'd just fuck me once in a while but being married to you is like being married to a fucking eunuch!"

And she left the table in tears, flinging herself into their bedroom. Bill stormed in after her.

"I don't know why you have a bug up your ass, but you'd better straighten out in a hurry!"

Sally turned to look at him as he framed the doorway. Bill was massive and powerful and for one fleeting moment, Sally felt the desire to receive his large cock up her cunt. If she had to throw a scene to get it there, so be it. At least for the first time in many months, she had his complete attention.

No amount of playing the sweet, docile housewife had gotten her anywhere. This was a desperate ploy, but Sally was that desperate for a thick cock. Only then, after he had shot his huge wad of creamy cum up her box would she feel as though she could relax.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself?" she asked him, knowing the shock value this obscene language would have on her up-tight husband.

She was correct. Em's rigid jaw went slack and his blue eyes widened.

"You can't drink," he announced, as though that explained everything. "You simply cannot hold your liquor."

"Fuck you," Sally repeated. In all the years she had been married to Bill, she had never seen him so nonplussed.

"I ought to smack you for talking to me that way," Bill threatened. "I ought to tan your hide, but good!"

Hearing her husband finally say something other than "Where's my dinner?" made Sally's cunt grow even hotter and her desire to fuck her husband even stronger.

"Maybe if you were half a man, you might," she taunted, fear that he would actually beat the shit out of her filling her eyes, if not her voice.

Bill paused. He couldn't believe that his wife was defying him.

"Don't tempt me," he growled, moving towards her.

Sally tried not to flinch, but she knew she had gone too far. Why not go all the way?

"Up your ass!" she told him.

Bill paused for one more minute. If his wife was asking for something, she was going to get it right now. He had enough problems in the agency, what with people going behind his back trying to do him m. The last place he expected a confrontation was in his own home. The home that he worked so hard to keep. Mutiny here was unforgivable.

When Bill moved, he moved like a cat. Swiftly he reached his wife on the bed. He grabbed her by her neck and jerked her up off the spread. Quickly flipping her over his knees, he said.

"I ought to beat the living shit out of you!"

Then he ripped down her panties and stared at her white buns that were jutting up at him. They seemed so capable of taking on his anger, that he raised his powerful palm high over his head and brought it down with a swift smack.

"OW!" Sally cried out in alarm. Her buttocks were stinging and though she couldn't see them, she was positive that they were red.

But Bill, hearing her cry out, couldn't stop. Again and again he brought his palm down on her ass, raising welts in the process. However, Sally was aware of something else happening to Bill. His cock was growing larger and larger, digging into her side, showing his desire and pleasure over what he was doing to her.

"Don't you ever speak to me that way again!" Bill shouted, punctuating his remarks with another cruel crack. "I have enough problems without you." And he smacked her again.

Though her ass was on fire and she knew there would be mined welts the next day, Sally couldn't stop now.

"I hate you!" she screamed. "You're fucking useless!"

Bin had had enough. Though he couldn't understand why his cock was getting bigger and bigger in his pants, all he knew was that it was. He wanted to get his rocks off, but he wanted to discipline his wife as well.

He tossed her off his knee as easily as if she were a feather so that she was now on her back, staring up at him defiantly. Her bush was spread out before him and as he looked at her juicy gash, Bill's cock was filled to the bursting point.

Maybe I should fleck her more, he suddenly thought. Maybe she's not getting enough. He figured this would account for her strange ways, but he still couldn't excuse her foul mouth.

Quickly unzipping his fly, Bill's cock sprang out in full bloom, nosing towards her cunt as though it knew that was its natural home. He pushed his hand against her throat in order to keep her still and, with the other hand, grabbed his cock and began seeking out her cunt-mouth.

"I ought to fuck you until you're blue in the face!" he hissed, not realizing that this was exactly what his drunken wife desired.

"Fuck you!" was all Sally allowed herself to say. With one mighty thrust, Bill heaved his cock into her narrow fuck-hole, feeling that he wanted to hurt his wife the way she had hurt his ego.

With her snapping cunt closing around the head of his cock, Bill wondered if this was the right approach after all. Though it felt heavenly to him, her muscles were so powerful, he felt as though she might bite his cock off in the process.

No, he told himself. That was impossible! And he gave another jerking heave. Now he started rutting in and out, feeling her cunt-juices lubricating his thrusting prick.

How could he have forgotten how good it was to fuck Sally? As the sensations of his throbbing cock and her pulsating cunt overtook him, Bill reminded himself that he would have to fuck her more in the future.

Why was he denying himself this kind of exquisite pleasure only to think of his job?

"Oh, you little bitch!" he hissed, slamming his cock came harder into her cunt.

Sally writhed underneath him, her cunt being assaulted by her husband's prick in ways she had never dreamed of. His ass stung still from the slapping he had given her before their fuck, but its glow was not that unpleasant to her. Strange, she thought. But maybe his need was for violence, something Sally had never explored before.

She could feel his cock brushing against her clit, and though it was a more brutal caress than that of her friend Lisa's tongue, it was still good. She had her legs up in the air now, so that her heels could beat her desire for more and more pounding on his back.

"Fuck me!" she demanded hoarsely. "Fucking fuck me!"

Shit! Bill thought to himself. I am fucking her! What the hell more does she want? But her dirty talk turned him on even more.

"Oh, baby!" he roared at last. "I think I'm going to come!"

Sally knew she was ready, too. She could feel her horny cunt go into spasms that she no longer had any control over. They were like warm waves, complete with the foam of Bill's cum, washing her womb and bathing her in a warm satisfied glow. She heard her husband make the final grunt that announced he had shot his last wad of sperm into her cunt, and then she felt his sweaty body flop heavily onto her.