Don Scott - The doctor_s horny wife

What's good for the gander is good for the goose, Christina decided as she hailed a cab. She wasn't sure what the future held for her, but she knew it would be fun.

Christina went to the bank and withdrew 400 dollars. The first thing she needed to do was get some new clothes. If she was going cock-hunting, as she now thought of it, she'd need the right kind of clothes. Just as a deer hunter needed the right kind of clothes to hunt deer properly.

After her quick stop at the bank, Christina told the cabbie to take her to a clothing store called Julio's of Hollywood. The place specialized in ultra-sexy apparel, and that's exactly what Christina was looking for!

Christina took her time, carefully picking outfits that would make her look a sexy, high class whore. She picked out garter belts, black silk hose, a jumpsuit that fit her like a second skin, and a blouse so sheer it was almost transparent. Next came several bras with matching panties, a couple of dresses guaranteed to drive any man right out of his fucking mind, high-heeled shoes with open toes – the works!

Then Christina called her airline and volunteered for several flights that had layovers. If she was going to test her wings away from Will, she wanted to start out in another city.

Christina felt daring. Beneath her stewardess' uniform, she wore pink panties with a matching bra that hardly contained her thirty-eight-inch tits. A lace garter belt held up her silk hose. She felt like one of those actresses in the stag movie she had seen. She felt horny.

"Would you care for another drink, sir?" Christina asked a distinguished-looking gentleman sitting in a rear seat of the DC-9.

"Yeah, why not?" He looked up at Christina and smiled. Was she coming on to him? The question haunted him. That damned stewardess was so fucking good-looking!

He watched her walk away, her full ass swishing erotically. When Christina walked toward him moments later, he appraised her beauty. Christina's large, wide-set brown eyes were the loveliest he had ever seen; her tits were absolutely huge and wiggled seductively with each step she took; her hair cascaded down, over her shoulders and curled slightly at the small of her back; her lips were full, highlighting a broad mouth that promised great sensuality. Her waist was narrow, tapering in from the fullness of her tits before flaring out to her hips.

He guessed that Christina had, at the outside, five extra pounds. But she carried it well – as truly voluptuous women do – and the weight was equally distributed between her tits and her ass.

Christina bent lower than necessary to hand the man his drink. In doing so, she gave the gentleman a good view of her ample cleavage.

"If there's anything I can do for you – anything at all…" she said, pausing to lick her lips sensually, "don't be afraid to ask."

"I… ah… I certainly will," the man said, feeling the stirring of an awakening cock in his pants. Hell's bells! The last thing he needed was to sporting an embarrassing hard-on!

"What's your name?"

"Ah… Bob… Bob Helms."

"My name's Christina."

She bent down even farther, putting her hands on her knees. Christina sensed how nervous Bob was. She guessed his age at fifty, but he was in excellent shape – probably a former athlete who still exercised regularly.

"My name's Christina," she repeated, "and I'd like to see you after this flight. How about buying a lonely girl a drink?"

"Sure," Bob choked, wondering how in the flying fuck he had gotten so lucky.

The DC-9 landed in Boston, and it took some time, but Christina was finally off duty. She took a cab to the bar Bob had told her about and found him waiting for her at a table in a dimly lit corner.

"Sorry," Christina said, her voice a purr, "but I didn't have time to change into something a little more sexy. I guess I was just in a hurry to see you."

Bob couldn't reply. The most he could do was look into Christina's dark eyes and get lost in them.

"This small talk is getting us nowhere. I haven't booked a hotel for the evening, so I guess we'll have to fuck at your place." She decided to be bold.

An hour later, Christina was absolutely frustrated. Bob, it turned out, lived in one of the fashionable, hundred-year-old buildings that had been turned into condominiums. His place bordered the Boston Commons, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was Bob's wife, who was home that evening.

So, since they could not fuck in Bob's home, they decided to take a walk. They walked in the Commons, and with each step, Christina got hornier and hornier. She needed a hard, big cock driving up her cunt. She needed a fat prick in her, and that was all there was to it! But she was also learning that this fucking around stuff wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

"Look, you can fuck me over there, near the trees where it's dark," Christina at last suggested.

She took his hand in hers, noticing that poor Bob just wasn't used to having such a young, beautiful woman trying desperately to fuck him.

Christina led him to a small group of trees and looked around. There were several people in the Commons, but she didn't think they could see her very well. Besides, she and Bob were hidden by the shadows from the trees.

"All right," Christina cooed, slowly dropping to her knees in the grass. "Let's see what kind of monster prick you've got waiting for me."

Christina's mouth went dry as she tugged loose Bob's belt. This was a pretty dramatic step for her. She opened his belt, then unfastened his pants before pulling down his zipper. She pulled them down to his ankles then, brought his shorts down, too. There, hanging limply between his legs, was a wrinkled, small cock.

"Ohhhhh!" Christina said sarcastically. "The poor little prick. Your cock looks frightened." Christina curled her slender fingers around his nut sac, and with the fingers of her other hand, raised the head of his cock toward her mouth. She looked up and saw Bob gazing at her, his eyes reflecting the mixture of fear and lust he felt.

"I-I don't think I can get a hard-on," Bob whispered, his voice cracking in embarrassment. "I… this is so weird…"

"Of course it's weird, darling. But you'll get a hard-on and you'll fuck me. Just as soon as I put my mouth to work on this cock, you'll forget how weird it is and know how good my cocksucking can get."

Christina looked at the cockhead just inches from her face and smiled. Okay, Christina, she thought, let's show this poor, old bastard what a blow-job is supposed to feel like. And if someone comes around, you can fuck him, too.

With that in mind, Christina leaned forward and captured Bob's entire cock in her mouth. Her red, lipsticked lips encircled the base of Bob's prick, forming a perfect, tight seal around his cockmeat. She pushed her tongue out between his soft cock and her lips, and tickled his hairy nuts. Almost instantly, Christina felt his prickmeat twitch, come alive and get slowly harder and thicker. His cock's girth increased steadily. Christina pulled her head back so that just the knob of Bob's cock remained in her mouth, and she drew a tight suction on his prickhead, stretching his cockflesh out, making his prick shank skinny.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, low in her throat like an animal. She brought her face forward slowly, sucking his prickshaft back into her mouth, feeling his prickmeat constantly expanding as his lusty blood pumped into it.

"You bitch," Bob hissed softly. "You hot blooded, horny little bitch. That feels so fucking good. So damn fucking good!"

The words spurred Christina on. That was what she wanted to hear. She wanted to be told that she was not just a cocksucker, but a great cocksucker! She wanted to prove, to herself if to no one else, that she knew what the hell a man's cock was for. And then, just maybe, she'd prove to Will that his fucking around with other women was not only unnecessary, but not as good as fucking his own wife.