Jane Fox: Swapping secretary

"Oooooh," she groaned. "It's in, Bill. You did it!"

Bill laughed again. "Now comes the fun part," he murmured softly. "You're going to love it, honey. I know you will."

She felt him slowly pull his long cock out and then slide it in again, faster and faster. It started to feel really good. There was kind of a sliding friction that made her pussyhole clutch and spasm around his thick prickshaft. He was right. She really did love it.

Her pussy began creaming hotly. It trembled and spewed out hot cuntjuice. The sticky, white cream made Bill's cock lunge faster. Everything was slippery and hot and very sexy. She felt a new sensation in her tummy. It felt like her whole pussy was sucking him deeper, burying his prick in her hot wetness. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes closed. This was nice… very nice. She really loved fucking.

Bill was pumping in and out faster now. He huffed and puffed and his face turned red.

"Are you ready, hon?" he gasped. "Are you ready for my cum?"

Rhonda didn't really know if she was ready or not. She guessed she was supposed to be, though. From the looks of Bill's bright red face she thought she had better say that she was. He looked like he was ready to have a heart attack or something.

"Yes," she answered, panting a little with the weight of his body on hers. "Yes, Bill. I'm ready."

"Here it comes, hon," he shouted. "Here's my cum!"

He yelled once and then she felt something hot and wet blast into her pussy. It felt like a water pistol shooting off inside of her and it splashed all over her delicate, hot tissues, making her whole pussy hot and slippery.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. It did feel nice… all slippery and wet and hot like that. That was just wonderful. Fucking was a lot of fun.

It was a year before she read about climax and how the world was suppose to spin around and how breathtakingly wonderful it was to experience intense orgasm. She wondered if there was something wrong with her. She didn't know anyone to ask and it wasn't that she didn't enjoy fucking with Bill. She did. She put it out of her mind and tried to concentrate on being a good wife. She was sure that those articles exaggerated everything anyway. She was perfectly happy with Bill and she liked to go to bed with him too. There was no sense feeling like she was missing something, if she didn't even know what it was. She knew that she satisfied Bill and he satisfied her too. That was enough, wasn't it?

"Ooooooh, honey," she moaned. "That feels so good. Do it again, Bill. Play with my titties."

Bill was touching her titties now, his fingers lightly smoothing over her creamy firm flesh. They tickled around her full globes and run up to her nipples to pinch them lightly.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured. "You make me so hot when you do that, honey. I love it, Bill."

Bill looked down at her. He saw the lush curves of her body, her narrow waist and the flare of her rounded hips. Even her ass was beautiful. He loved the way her curvy butt wiggled when she walked.

He ran his fingers down, sliding over the curve of her hips and nestling in her thick auburn beaver. Her pussy hair was soft and satiny. He loved the way it curled in little ringlets, smooth and silky.

Then he had the urge to do something he had never really done before. He slipped his finger over the soft, hot roundness of her cuntlips and pushed inside.

"Aaaaah," she moaned in pleased surprise. It felt really good. Maybe tonight would be the night Bill would surprise her in bed…

"Ooooooh, honey," she gasped, lifting her pussy up and opening her legs wider. Her pussy was open for him now, open for whatever he wanted to do. She held her breath and hoped. Maybe he would put his tongue inside her and lick like the man had done in the magazine.

Bill's hard cock throbbed. He didn't know what was getting into him, trying all these new things. It was fun, though. At least it was different.

He slid his finger up and down her slippery pussy groove. It was hot and wet and he could tell that she liked it. She was moving her hips now, trying to rub against his finger. He could hear her harsh panting.

His finger explored wetly. It slid over a little bump at the top of her hot pussy groove and he heard her gasp. He tried it again and was rewarded with another gasp. His cock throbbed wildly. He would have to put it in soon, even if this kind of playing around was fun. He had to get to sleep so he could get up early in the morning.

He rolled over on top of her and plunged his prick in her hot cunt. He heard her gasp again and he thought it was from pleasure. He didn't know that Rhonda had been terribly excited by his fingertip rubbing over her horny little clit. He didn't know that he had aroused all sorts of horny feelings in his wife. If he had known, perhaps he would have played with her throbbing clitty just a little longer and given her the flint climax of their married life. He didn't though. He just plunged away in happy ignorance, sure that Rhonda was thrilled with his hard cock in her pussy.

After Rhonda's gasp of disappointment she managed to keep her emotions under control. She swiveled her hips and met his plunging cock with her pussy. All she cared about now was getting it over with so she could sneak out into the kitchen and cry out her disappointment where he couldn't hear her.

His prick bucked forward again and then it exploded, soaking her horny pussy in his hot juices, making him gasp out once and then lie still against her soft body.

"Did you like that, honey?" he asked, rolling over to his side of the bed.

"Mmmmmm," she answered, trying not to cry until he was asleep.

When Bill was finally snoring, Rhonda got up and padded softly to the kitchen. She lit a cigarette and sat looking at it far a long time. At least she knew that there was nothing wrong with her. She had almost been ready to come, when Bill had stopped rubbing his finger against her clitty. She wondered if she would ever get a chance to feel those exciting waves of pleasure other women talked about.

She finished her cigarette and climbed back into bed. She would have to do something to keep from thinking about sex all the time. She would have to find another interest, something to keep her so busy that she didn't have time to think about all the fun she was missing.

Suddenly she smiled. She would go back to work. They could always use the extra money and it would give her something to do. She would go out and get a job in the morning.

Rhonda grinned widely at Tracey Summers, her cute blonde co-worker. She still couldn't believe that it had been so easy to land a secretarial job at Underwood's. She had walked in, taken a typing test, been interviewed by Cora Peterson, the middle-aged personnel manager, and been hired on the spot.

"I'm so glad they hired you," Tracey bubbled. "I was sure that they'd hire some old fogey like Cora and I'd be stuck working with someone who made nasty comments about my lunches with Frank."

"Frank?" Rhonda questioned, trying in vain to remember who Frank was.

"Frank Davis, my boss," Tracey giggled. "We have to be so careful, it's just ridiculous. Cora Peterson is a real bitch. If she thought I was having lunch with Frank every day, she'd call up his wife and get me fired for sure."

"You mean Frank's married?" Rhonda sputtered, not quite grasping what Tracey was saying.

"Sure, everybody's married around here, except bitchy Cora. That's why she's such an old gossip."

She put her hand to her mouth and groaned. "Oh, God, I hope you didn't put down that you were married, Rhonda. If she thinks you're going out with one of the guys shell call your husband and cause all sorts of trouble, if I hadn't talked my way out of it, Roy would have divorced me because of Cora."