David Brown: Always horny wife

Once again, he pulled out of her. Flipping her over, he made her lie on her back. He stuffed his cock into her soaked pussy, stretching it wide apart, making it flood with honey. Gasping, she writhed beneath him on the bed. Groping for him, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung to him so tightly that he could hardly breathe. For the next two minutes, he pumped her swollen slit until it felt himself ready to spurt. He tried to pull out of her and rest for a while, but Amber kept him engorged within her cunt. His jism geysered out of his balls and sprayed hotly into her trembling cunt.

She went limp on the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, Johnny got up and began to dress.

"D'ya have to go?" she asked, pouting.

"I'd better split," he said, putting on his coat.

"By the way," she said, suddenly remembering, "gimme your phone number. All right?"

He nodded and reached into his coat pocket for a pad and pencil. He wrote out the number, tore off the sheet of paper, and gave it to her.

Amber got up from the bed, put on her bathrobe, and followed him into the kitchen. "Hope I see ya soon," she said.

He smiled and kissed her. "So do I," he replied. "By the way, call me the first chance ya get. When your old man's away or sleepin'. Okay?"

"Okay," Amber blew him a kiss.

Hal came home at eight o'clock in the evening. As usual, he took his nap right after supper, awoke at ten, watched television until one, and went to bed right afterwards.

Before he turned over and went to sleep, he said, as an after thought, "By the way, I have to fly to Detroit tomorrow morning. Business."

At first Amber had been angry. After all, Hal had waited until the last minute to tell her. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that Hal's absence would only give her the opportunity to spend more time with Johnny, Lisa, and Marge.

"How long will you be gone this time?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Three-four days." After a brief silence, he said, "Why? Don't ya have enough to keep ya busy for a while?"

Smiling, Amber replied, "Why, I'll have more than enough to keep me busy, darling."

Hal nodded his approval. Turning over on his side, he said, "Wake me at six."

"You bet," she said, turning over on her side. Anything to get you out of the house, you asshole, she thought. Then she focused her thoughts toward Johnny and the girls. In no time, she was sleeping.

There was a smile on her lips.

Hal left the house the next morning at six-thirty. As soon as he left, Amber phoned Johnny, who was just getting up. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing," she replied in excitement. "Hal just went to Detroit. He'll be gone most of the week!"

"That's great!" he replied. "I'll be over after work. Is it all right if I bring some clean shirts and my shaving gear? I'll have to…"

"Whaddya mean, after work?" she sapped. "Can't ya call in sick or something? This is our chance…"

"Wish I could," be replied, "but business is…"

"Balls," she snapped. "You either wanna fuck or ya don't. Which is it?"

"Listen, baby," he said, frying to calm her down. "I think ya oughta go back to sleep again. It sounds as if you woke up on the wrong side…"

"You bastard," she said, suddenly extremely angry, "you listen to me. I'm horny, and I'm available. Either ya come out here in twenty minutes or…"

"I can't," he replied helplessly.

"All right, then," she replied, slamming down the receiver. She went right to the bathroom and took a long, cool shower. She was rubbing herself down when she heard the phone ringing in the other room. Fuck you, Johnny, she thought angrily. You're not the only cock in the world!

Amber slipped on a short, tight skirt, high heels, and a tight, loosely woven, sleeveless sweater that really showed off her tits. She combed her hair and put on some makeup before she picked up her purse, went outside, and got into her car.

After all, she thought as she drove toward town, I met him in a club in the first place. It's bound to happen again.

I'm gonna make it happen!

She was in town by eight o'clock.

Amber suddenly realized that she was too early, that she would probably find no action for several hours. She entered a restaurant, had some breakfast, and then checked into a nearby motel. She told the man at the desk that she needed some sleep, and that she wanted to be woken up at one o'clock.

As soon as she entered the motel room, she removed her clothing and got into bed. She knew that she needed sleep, but the prospects of getting laid were too much for her. For nearly an hour, she lay in bed, masturbating, fondling her cunt and clit until she came, moaning and shuddering on the bed.

Then she slept.

At one-fifteen, Amber, dressed in her revealing outfit, left her motel room and walked down the street until she came to the first nightclub. It looked deserted, but she went in anyway.

Several people were sitting at the counter, talking and laughing. Two old men in their late fifties sat on each side of a good-looking, well-dressed young lady in her late twenties. She sat with her long, elegant legs dangling toward the floor. Two other men sat talking to each other.

Amber sat down at the end of the bar. The barman was young and friendly. He took her order and quickly went to fix her drink.

It was less than one minute later when a short, slender man in his late thirties entered the club and took a seat next to Amber, who had just been given her drink.

"You alone?" he asked.

She looked at him and realized instantly that she liked his looks. "All alone," she replied, smiling.

"How 'bout shackin' up with me and two of my friends?"

She laughed. "You don't waste any time, do you?"

He shrugged. "What the hell for?"

"All right," she said, finishing her drink. "Let's go."

He watched her get up and collect her things. "You don't waste any time either, do ya, baby?"

"Nope. Let's go!"

He and his friends were staying at the same motel as Amber had recently checked into. The other two men were about the same age as Mike, the guy who had met her at the nightclub. Ted was a tall man with blond hair and a thick, reddish mustache. Wally was much shorter, but was taller than Mike. He had black hair and blue eyes.

As soon as they had entered the motel room, Mike wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her mouth and tits.

"Wait a minute!" she protested, squealing and pulling herself away, "What the fuck's the rush?"

She could see the thick bulge between his legs. "Take 'em off," he growled as he groped for his belt.

The other two men were still sleeping. Ted mumbled something and turned over on his left side. Wally didn't move.

Amber removed her things and went to the vacant bed. Mike joined her. His hands groped for her tits, rubbing them and pulling the thick, cherry nipples. She sighed and felt his incredible prick rubbing against her thigh. When he felt her warm hands on it, Mike howled and gasped deeply. As he kissed her, be lowered his hand on her snatch and jammed two fingers up her horny bole.

Site was soaking wet, and in no time she popped noisily, jerking and sucking his fingers deeper into her creamy tube. Mike began nibbling on her left tit, pulling the big nipple into his mouth and rubbing his tongue against it. Amber moaned. She began thrashing as the tingling sensations saturated her body.

Mike wasted no time. He positioned himself between her spread thighs and slammed his engorged prick into her quivering slit. The brutal entry of his prick drove Amber crazy, making her scream.

Ted and Wally were suddenly awake. Sitting up, they gaped at the squirming twosome and began saying things that Mike and Amber could not hear.

Suddenly Amber saw one of them getting on the bed and straddling her face. The huge, throbbing reamer was only an inch or two from her face. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth and squealed as be lowered it into her awaiting mouth. She took the entire joint, letting it fill her mouth and heating the red meat with her tongue and throat. A moment later, he began to move it in and out of her mouth.