Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

Then it was over.

I could hardly believe that this was all there was to it; he had hardly been inside me for five minutes.

Strangely enough, I was irritated. It was anticlimactic, especially the way it had ended.

We lay still for a long time, his cock getting smaller and smaller inside me. Before two minutes had passed I was surprised to hear him snoring, his flaccid cock still imbedded inside my cunt.

So that was it?

I couldn't tell whether I was disappointed or glad. After the initial shock had passed, the entire experience hadn't been so bad after all.

But something was missing.

What was the fluttering, burning sensation that I had felt deep inside my cunt. It was strange, but I had a feeling that it had been building toward something that I really wanted to experience.

Damn! Why was Howard asleep? I wanted him to get hard so we could do it again. Then, maybe, I could find out what it was that I had missed out on this time.

I tried to wake him up but it was no use. He'd had too much champagne.

Oh well, tomorrow was another day.

Tomorrow wasn't another day; not in that sense, anyway. Howard and I fucked again, but it was the same; he finished before I did. The same thing happened for the next three days, and then after that we stopped fucking for a couple of days.

I couldn't believe it.

Here we were, in the Bahamas on our honeymoon, and our lovemaking had gone to pot. That in itself was bad enough, but what made it worsen the fad that all of this was happening just when I was finally being able to relax and learn to enjoy it.

On the fifth day I left Howard sleeping on the beach and walked back to the hotel room. I wasn't sure what I had in mind when I left him there, but I knew that I had to be alone. There were some things I had to find out about myself.

Back in the room I mixed myself a drink and sat down on the bed. There was a mirror on the wall across from me and I could see my reflection.

I looked at myself.

For the first time in my life I truly realized that I was an attractive woman. Always before I'd had something of an inferiority complex, but now I realized that thinking was silly.

I was beautiful.

Setting the drink down on the bedside table I stood up. For the first time I could see my entire body. Or at least almost my entire body. I was still wearing my bikini, so parts of me were covered up.

I wanted to see them too.

Slowly I walked across the room and sat down in front of the dresser. The person looking back at me was in some ways a stranger; she was older, more mature than the girl who had just gotten married. Her hair was rust-colored, while her skin was lightly tanned and smooth.

Except beneath the bikini.

Still not knowing where this was going to end, I reached up and released the knotted strand of material that held up my top.

It fell away.

Suddenly I was staring at my naked breasts, white and milky with full, hard nipples. They weren't overly large, but that no longer bothered me. Bigger isn't necessarily better, believe me.

Then I stood up and pulled my bottoms down. The white skin around my crotch seemed to jump out from the rest of my body, bringing all my attention in focus on the dark, rust-colored triangle in the middle of it.

Taking a long pull off my drink, I spread my legs, parting my smooth thighs to reveal the pink moistness of my pussy. Then I suddenly wondered if I had locked the door when I came in.

It didn't matter.

Nothing mattered because now I knew what I was going to do.

Silently I topped my right hand down until it was hovering just above my crotch, while at the sine time I let my fingers on my left hand caress my nipple.

Electricity shot through me at the first contact with my turn, but I knew that would be nothing compared to what it would be like when I touched my cunt.

I was right.

Gently I reached down and, with two fingers, spread the lips apart. A shudder ran through my entire body as I sensed the presence of my own fingers at the entrance to my cunt.

Lightly I began to flick across my slit, searching for and finding my sensitive clit. It grew large and tender almost immediately as I experimented, stroking it in different ways.

My breath was coming in quick, short gasps now, and in the mirror I could see my breasts heaving up and down with my excitement.

I knew what was going to happen.

I was going to make myself come.

Slowly, gently, I inserted one finger into my cunt. Almost immediately my heart started to beat faster, and deep within my pussy I could feel hot cream beginning to flow, finding its way onto my finger and out through the naked lips of my muff.

At the same time that I thrust my finger into my cunt, I kept flicking another finger across my clit. The results were phenomenal; almost immediately I could feel the tiny pinprick of heat that was becoming familiar to me, but which was never reaching fulfillment in my lovemaking with Howard.

It would reach fulfillment today.

I began to thrust my finger in and out more force, grinding my crotch against my hand, watching in the mirror as my pussy squirmed and wriggled.

The heat with in me was growing stranger, warmer, wetter. I began to drive my finger in and out with even more force until finally I actually lifted my crotch up off the chair.

Now I could see deep into my pussy, and with each thrust my finger emerged with more of my own hot cream covering it.

This was it. I was going to make it; I was certain of it. The spot of heat within me was getting stronger and hotter, growing larger with each passing second and coming closer and closer to the surface of my cunt.

"Yesss."

Mad with desire, I jammed three fingers deep into my pussy. I could feel something beginning to churn and foam, making me feel like a volcano about to erupt.

"Ohhh, God… ohhh…"

Then it happened.

I almost fell off the chair as the wrenching, violent spasm shot through me. My cunt contracted, and all of a sudden hot cum was shooting out onto my hand, my thighs, everything.

I gasped for breath.

Then another wave bit me.

And another.

For fully thirty seconds my body was wracked with sensations more intense than anything I had ever imagined in my wildest dreams. I was on fire; my entire body was a seething, churning mass of hot, shooting cum.

I had discovered something.

After we'd been married awhile Howard turned out to be the biggest bore in bed that I could imagine. Everything was the same each time; like clockwork he would feel my tits, finger my cunt, then climb on top and hump me while I just lay there. No matter how much I tried, he managed to stifle any attempts at creativity on my part.

I was going nuts.

That afternoon in the hotel had opened up a whole new world to me, and yet my husband wasn't interested in exploring it. He was strictly a meat and potatoes man when it came to sex.

I thought about getting satisfaction from someone else, but I was still too old fashioned to turn to that. At least I would make a monumental effort before turning to that; Howard deserved that much.

My mind was made up, I waited for him to come home. Our house was nice and large; he made good money at the bank and I didn't have to worry about little things like not eating what I wanted to or not having the things I wanted in the house. In other words, by my mother's standards I should have been happy. But then I'm convinced my mother never had an orgasm, either.

I was wearing a long, flimsy gown that was practically see-through. After mixing Howard a drink and putting it next to a chair, I sat in a chair across from him and waited.

He was on time. Howard was always on time. Ten minutes later, in the middle of a mundane conversation, I reached up and casually unbuttoned the top pert of my gown.