David Brown: Always horny wife

He continued attacking her, shoving his cock completely up her cunt, tearing it back out, kissing her, sucking her nipples, squeezing her tits, breathing all over her with his hot breath. Pausing for just a moment, he grasped her ankles and lifted them up. Pushing them down so that they mashed her boobs, he cased his entire weight onto her thighs and rode her furiously, wilder than before. His cock was slippery.

Amber popped and popped, until she went limp and collapsed beneath him. He did not move; he kept his cock buried within her, moving it only when she came to, three minutes later. When he resumed his violent thrust, she screamed so roughly that he had to clamp his hand over her mouth. Her muffled squeals filled the room. Even though she was growing faint again, she felt her heart getting ready for another explosion. This one rocked them both, making him explode inside her, his come sizzling her cunt wails and driving her into oblivion.

Amber fainted once again.

When she awoke, Johnny was in the bathroom, drying himself briskly with a towel. Amber lay in bed thinking of what Marge had told her the previous night. Then she thought of Johnny, and of how much fun they had shared together. In just a few short days, she thought. In just a few short days I've had more fun than I've had ever since I've known Hal. Just what good is it, anyway? she thought. What good is it to spend your life rottin' away to nothing…?

Johnny came into the bedroom and sat down naked in the chair. Lighting a cigarette, he gazed at Amber and said, "I wish I didn't have to go, baby."

"So do I," she agreed, pouting.

"But I'll make it up to ya when I get back."

"I know," she replied.

A few minutes later, he killed his cigarette and started putting on his clothing. Amber put on a bathrobe and went into the kitchen to make him some coffee before he left. For the next few minutes they sat in silence, sipping their coffee and eyeing each other as though they were in a trance.

"Why don't you stay with Lisa and Marge for a few days?" he suggested.

She shrugged.

"It'll do ya some good," he said. "They're good at havin' a great time, ya know."

"I know."

"Promise me."

"Promise you what?"

"Promise me you'll spend some time with 'em."

"I promise," she said. But her mind was elsewhere.

For a moment, Johnny opened his mouth to say something, but he soon thought better of it. Instead, he finished his coffee, put out his cigarette, and stood up. "I'd better go," he said, kissing her lightly. "Otherwise, I won't wanna go and I'll end up spending the next three days here and losing my job."

Amber didn't reply. She merely nodded and watched him leave. For the next ten minutes, she stood in front of the big bay window, watching his car as it pulled down the drive and took off down the road.

It's not fair, she thought miserably. It's not fair at all. I can't live like this. Not for one more Goddamn minute! She knew that she could do as he said. She could always visit Lisa and Marge and try to forget this miserable existence.

But it wouldn't solve a thing, she knew. She would always find herself waiting for Johnny to come back from his trip. And what about Hal?

After all, Hal was her husband. Oh… She tossed away the ugly reminder. Hal no longer mattered. She could no longer care about a man who no longer cared about her.

In spite of herself, Amber began to think of Johnny again. It didn't seem very strange to her to find that she had fallen in love with him. After all, Johnny was a very good-looking young man. He was bright, experienced, and he knew how to make a girl happy. Not only that. Stop this, she told herself. Hal's your husband, whether you like it or not. And Johnny's merely one of the many men who's been inside you the past few days. Forget about him. Forget about every thing.

Amber decided that she could use a nice, long shower. It would snap her out of it, get her mind on other things. Pulling off her bathrobe, she headed for the shower.

Before she opened the shower door, the phone rang.

It was Johnny.

She sought hard to keep herself from pressing him, from saying the wrong thing. "Where are you?" she asked.

"Home. Packin'."

"Whaddya want, honey? Didja forget something?"

"Yep. You."

"What?" She tried to sound as though she did not know what he was talking about.

"You," he repeated. "Pack your things. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"What the hell are ya talkin' about?"

"C'mon," he said impatiently. "Do ya, wanna come with me or don'tcha?"

Listen, honey, she told herself. You've gone this far. Don't fuck it up. "Yes," she said.

"All right, then. Pack your stuff…"

"But what about Hal?"

Johnny snickered. "D'ya want him to come, too?"

"Don't joke about this," she snapped. "You know what I mean."

He sighed. "Okay," he replied. "What about him?"

"He is my old man, ya know."

"Amber, listen to me. Pack your things. We'll have three whole days to think this over, possibly more. Then we can decided what to do about him."

"But…"

"You're costin' us time, honey," he warned.

Silence. She tried to think this thing out. But it wasn't working. She was much too thrilled at the prospect of going away with Johnny for three long days.

"Make up your mind, baby," he coaxed.

"All right," she decided, excited. "I'll be ready when you get here."

Amber packed her things frantically, selecting things at random. Fuck Hal, she was thinking. He sure as hell isn't thinkin' about me. Why should I be thinkin' of him?

But what if her thing with Johnny didn't work out?

She tossed the thoughts aside. There were plenty of other things to do. First, there was always that waitress at that small place in town. And those men…