Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

Howard didn't notice.

I unfastened the next button.

He still didn't notice.

We kept talking, and for a few minutes I didn't do anything. I knew that my tits would be half exposed if I bent forward, so I did.

Still no reaction.

I wasn't getting exactly desperate, but I was getting frustrated. Didn't he have any instincts? What was his problem? I decided to do something drastic.

Silently, while he was still talking, I completely unbuttoned the gown. Now I was naked down the front, and he couldn't help but see my match. I put my hand on my cunt.

He stopped talking.

"What are you doing?"

I shrugged.

Then I spread apart my cunt lips, revealing the pink interior to him.

He shifted his weight.

Then I slipped a finger inside and began to move it in and out. I could feel my clit growing into a sensitive, dime-sized button and I knew he could see it.

"Come here, Howard." He didn't move.

"Come here, damnit."

This time he got up and took two steps until he was standing right in front of me.

"Why don't you get on your knees so you can see better?"

Silently he complied. It was obvious that he was totally confused, but I didn't care. I wanted to shake him up, and this was obviously accomplishing that much. How much more it might accomplish was something I couldn't be certain of.

"Can you see my cunt?" He nodded.

"Why don't you smell it, Howard?"

"Carol, what's going on…"

"Shut up. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

He leaned forward, his lips finally pausing just a few inches from my cunt. With two fingers I spread the lips wide, making it impossible for him not to be able to see deep inside me.

"Do you like it?"

"Carol, this is really…"

"Kiss me. Kiss my cunt, Howard."

I could tell that he was turned on, but he was also tremendously bothered by the fact that his wife was acting this way. Wives just didn't do this sort of thing; not in Bakersville, anyway.

But I did.

He leaned forward and kissed my cunt, gingerly at first, then more excitedly as his instincts got the better of him.

Good. That was just what I wanted.

"Let's go upstairs," he said huskily.

"No. Let's do it here."

He practically ripped his clothes off, and a moment later we were both naked on the living room carpet. He started to mount me from above, but I stopped him.

"Let's do it my way."

"What's your way?"

"You'll see."

I pushed him onto his back, then reached down and began to play with his cock. I wanted to put it into my mouth, but since I'd never done that before I decided against it. I might be clumsy, and that would spoil the effect I had created.

Besides, I was too hot to wait much longer. I wanted his meat inside me. Soon.

Keeping him on his back, I mounted him. His eyes were like saucers as I hovered above him, my legs spread so that my cunt was just beyond reach of his cock.

"Do you want to fuck me, Howard?"

"Carol…"

"DO you?"

"Yes. Of course I do."

"Good. Then we'll do it my way for a change. Slow and easy."

He didn't say anything. What could he say?

I began to descend, slowly as I had promised, stung his cockhead gently part my pussy lips and enter me.

It felt good to do it this way. I could look down and see his cock sinking, into me, and the visual stimulation only made everything else better.

When I was halfway down his cock I quit going slowly, and simply sat down on his shaft, plunging it deep into me.

"Aaaggghhh…" I groaned. I'd never felt so much like a scared animal before; it was fantastic.

Then I began to move up and down, bouncing slowly over the length of his cock, letting him feel my tits while I reached around and felt his balls.

This we great. I could control the rhythm and keep him from running away with everything, but at the nine time there was an intensity I could achieve that was better than anything we'd had before.

"DO you like it this way?"

"Ummmmmmmmm!"

I almost laughed. Now he was using my own famous response; I couldn't tell whether he liked it or not.

Tough shit. If he didn't like it, it was his problem. Not mine. At least that was how I saw it.

Now, however, my slow and easy attitude was disintegrating as I felt my cunt beginning to pulse and tremble, the cum began to seethe and churn within me.

"Come on Howard, now's the time. Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you can."

He took me at my word.

Using more strength than I realized he possessed he practically lifted me into the air with a series of thrusts that practically overwhelmed my cunt.

"That's it. Yeah, that's it. Harder, baby, harder. Fuck me harder!"

It wouldn't be long now…

Then suddenly, with no warning, he came. His meat began to pulse and shudder inside me.

Wildly I clawed at him, trying desperately to get the elusive butterfly within my own cunt to fly out of me before he was finished.

"Uuuuunnnnhhhh!" he groaned as his cock shot into me, jetting waves of hot, sizzling cum into my cunt.

Then he was finished.

And I wasn't.

The next morning I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I was also so pissed off at Howard I couldn't stand it. What was his problem?

I was going to masturbate; at least that would relieve some of the frustrations and tension, though it certainly wasn't a permanent solution.

It was just then that something happened which more or less changed my whole life. I'm sure that, given enough time, it would have happened anyway. But the fact that right now, at the very moment I was about to slip one of my fingers into my pussy, was when it happened is something that I really think was more than just coincidence.

Someone was looking out for me.

The thing that happened was that there was a knock at the door. I almost didn't answer it, but at the last minute I did.

It was a salesman.

At first I was angry and short with him, almost sending him away without giving him time to tell me about what he was selling.

But then something occurred to me.

Why not?

He was a good bit older than me; maybe forty-five, and he seemed to have been doing this sort of thing for a long time.

Again, why not?

I invited him inside.

After that it we easy. I listened to his sales pitch, bought a vacuum cleaner, and seduced him. It was simple.

I got him in the bedroom by telling him that the carpet there was a lot harder to clean than the carpet anywhere else.

He snapped it up. Not, I later realized, because he believed me, but because he knew what was going on all along.

Inside the bedroom I closed the door behind us. He dropped the vacuum cleaner and just stared at me.

"You know what's going on," I said simply.

He nodded.

"I guess it happens to you fairly often."

"It happens."

I walked across the room and stood in front of him. It occurred to me that he was old enough to be my father, but it didn't matter. In fact, it somehow made, the whole thing even more exciting, if that was possible.

Unbuttoning his shirt, I was taken with the soft, grey hair that covered his chest. It was ruggedly beautiful, and I realized that I had really found someone special.

Two minutes later we were both naked. His cock was even larger than Howard's, but I knew I could take it. And I knew, from the way he was looking at me, that he liked the way I looked.

I touched his cock, running my fingers lightly over his tool, feeling its hardness and softness at the same time.

At the same time I was doing this, he reached out and took my head in his strong hands, forcing me down to my knee.

I felt my heart start to pound.

He wanted me to take his cock in my mouth; I didn't know if I could do it, but I wanted to try.