Mary Moore - Whore wife

Linda Carney was upset one Saturday morning when her husband rolled over in bed, announced he could not fuck her, and fell back to snoring.

It was the first Saturday morning in their entire marriage they had not made love.

Tim, usually exhausted from working in the machine shop all day, had little energy left to fuck any other night. So Saturday morning, after an evening's drinking with the boys and a full night's rest, was the time Tim reserved for fucking his wife and getting his rocks off.

Linda took it as her due. And when it didn't happen on this hot weekend morning, she began pouting and kicking Tim's leg every five minutes to waken him. He snorted in his sleep and kicked back. Linda turned on her side, sobbing and plotting revenge.

Once a week was bare minimum, so far as she was concerned. Linda was a naturally sexy women, and she was already having to work off her surplus desire by masturbating often.

If Tim couldn't make his weekly delivery, it was good-bye Tim! She didn't know how she would leave yet, but she would find a way.

So, that very moment, she started plotting. First she would join clubs. She knew that by getting out of her house, she would meet people – if not men, then women who knew men. She would enlarge her world. She pictured herself lost in a lollipop world of penises, picking from the best of the lot, savoring this one, and whiling away an afternoon with that one.

But all this would take careful planning. She quietly sat up, careful this time not to waken her husband.

Her determination nearly failed her for a moment as she looked at his sweet, handsome face and then his sweet, slack penis curled between balls and thigh. She sighed. It would take work and then might be to no avail. No, making a list of sexual alternatives would be the best bet now.

She got up, jostling Tim slightly. But he didn't stir. Linda tossed her long, tangled blond hair back over her shoulders and strolled naked across the room to her dresser.

She sat down before the mirror and picked up a pen. Lost in thought, she unconsciously tousled her pretty, sparse, blond pubic hair with it. Then she hit on her first plan and lifted the pen, moist from pussy lubrication, to a small white pad. She wrote:

She nibbled the pen between her lips and unconsciously savored the sweet-salty taste of pussy.

The theater would be a good place to begin. FVERYBODY who was SOMEBODY in town went at one time or another. Mr. Hartman, the English teacher at Peter Zenger High School, directed it. Local doctors, dentists, merchants and teachers made up the cast. And visiting actors from Chicago starred. Linda completed her list:

2. Take recorder lessons at Cedar House Music School.

3. Become a Boy Scout leader. (She could meet all the fathers, hopefully some divorced.) She needed money so she had to think of a part-time job where she could earn extra money. So she wrote:

4. Get part-time job, preferably night work.

5. Take a sewing class and make sexy evening clothes and negligees.

Linda set down her pen. She unconsciously began fingering her breasts and nipples. Her other hand swept to her clit and pussy lips.

She spread her legs wide on the dresser stool. She straddled the bench easily and leaned slightly backward, exposing the full, lovely hairy area of her pussy to the minor.

Her humiliation at having to resort to masturbation when a strapping man lay in her bed was overcome by the joyous feelings that her expert, practiced finger touches brought to her sensitive cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned softly as she dipped her fingers in her mouth and carried the wet saliva to her cunt hole. She leaned still further back and observed her pretty pink cunt, lined with folds and dripping with hot fluids.

She gasped as the first pre-orgasmic waves swept through her groin. She moaned and her tits jiggled as she leaned back even further and made room for a middle finger up her juicy hole.

It was at that point that her husband awakened.

"Hi, honey," he greeted her softly from the bed. She saw his reflection in the mirror and halted the progress of her whipping fingers.

She was embarrassed, but at the same time happy that he was witness to the measures she had to resort to because of him. She was sure now that he would have pity on her.

A smile played around her mouth as she looked sexily up at his reflection. "Hi, honey," she returned. She tilted her head down so she could look up at him under her long lashes.

"What-cha doin'?" he drawled, folding his arms and leaning back on the pillow.

"Oh, just putting on make-up," said Linda with a straight face.

"Which cheeks?" said Tim tongue-in-cheek.

Linda laughed. "You got the idea, honey," she cooed and lazily began rubbing her crotch again. "Come help me," she cooed.

"Oh, I like the way you're doing it just fine," Tim said, rubbing his half erect staff. "I like watching you. Do you do that often?" His tongue curled over the corner of his lips and teeth as he looked, not at the reflection of his wife's face, but at her acute triangle.

"Come and eat me," she pleaded, ignoring his question. She saw him stretch his tongue out of his mouth as far as it would go. It waved wickedly in the air in her direction. "Not good enough," she announced slyly. "You'll have to come closer."

But Tim merely whacked away at his hard-on. The smooth thick stick beckoned deliciously to pounce on it, take it between her moist lips and roll her hot tongue all over it.

Watching her husband jack off in the mirror's reflection, she jutted two fingers in and out of her own moist hole. She moaned.

"Oh, Timmy, oh, this feels so good. Oh, I wish you could feel how it feels. Mmmmm, it's nice. It's nearly as nice as your hot, thick dick up my soft, wet twat." She watched her husband's expression fall.

"Not as good, not as good," he retorted, glancing down at his hard tool.

Prove it to me, she wanted to say. Prove to me that two fingers aren't worth one hard cock!

But he wanted to play with himself, she knew. He glanced up every now and then to get an added turn-on.

He continued rubbing his thick fingers up and down his stiffness and now and again dipping a hand under his balls. He spit hard into his palm and draped the wet saliva around the firm, rubbery cockhead, whacking it even more.

With finger and thumb he rubbed rapidly over the sensitive area and closed his eyes, moaning.

Linda looked up, sighed, and continued on by herself, knowing full well that interesting her husband in a twosome at this stage of the game was a lost cause.

Never mind. She was entering the heights of passionate delirium herself, and a partner right now would only be a distraction.

She continued to finger her little erect clit, budding nicely now wider the continued stimulation. Farther and farther she stretched her thighs apart. More and more of her pretty pink cunt was exposed to the mirror.

"Ohhhhhh," she began panting. "Oh, man, oh, oh, that feels good, oh, honey, come here, come here and finish me off. Oh, help me, honey!" She was nearly sobbing now, sobbing with the stress of nearing relief and not quite arriving yet.

"Oh, honey, oh, oh," Tim was moaning himself from the big queen-sized bed. He was working on his tool like he was a Boy Scout rubbing a stick to make a fire.

His heat was up, and he felt the burning desire surging in his balls about to be expelled. He watched his wife throw back her tanned shoulders and moan in ecstasy. She was quite a voluptuous picture with her long wavy blond hair flowing down her back nearly to her curvy buttocks that were riding hard on the dressing stool.