Ray Todd: The willing wife

Herb Layton loved his wife Andrea very much yet, as he stood in the airport with her and his two children, he knew he was eager to see her leave.

Andrea was an attractive brunette with a better than average figure. She was an ideal mother, but a lousy bed partner for Herb. Being a practical person, her main interests had been those of an efficient mother and housekeeper. She viewed sex as a duty to be performed at respectable intervals. To Andrea, the only decent way to have sex was in the missionary position, and the oral sex she'd heard about was something that only depraved perverts would indulge in.

By contrast. Herb Layton was a lusty man with a strong sex drive that he struggled to control for the sake of his marriage. His frustrations had been heightened when the home, office had, sent Laura Benson out to his branch for a six-week training course. Laura was a flirtatious redhead in her early twenties who quickly let Herb know she was hot for his body. It was shortly after Laura arrived that Herb suggested that his wife and children take a shopping trip to San Francisco.

Waiting nervously in the air terminal, Herb's attention turned from his wife to Tracy, his daughter. She was an extremely cute girl with the same dark hair and violet eyes as her mother. Tracy was a lively girl who was always bubbling with fun and was the life of the party wherever she went. She had a sweet, innocent face, but unknown to her parents, she'd been fucking like a mink for years.

Next, his attention was drawn to Lance, his teenage son. Because of his intense interest in athletics, he was a big muscular youth who up until now had paid very attention to girls. As captain of his high school football team, Lance practiced hard and adhered strictly to the training rules. Because of this, he had a physique of a young man in his early twenties and Herb was very proud of his handsome son.

As always at an air terminal, there was the usual tenseness with the family as they waited for the time of departure. The trip was a two-hour flight to San Francisco, where he'd made reservations for them at the Fairmont Hotel.

"Well," smiled Andrea when their flight was finally called. "Take care of yourself, Herb."

"Don't worry, darling," he grinned. "And be sure to enjoy yourselves."

After kissing his wife and daughter goodbye and shaking hands with Lance, Herb watched his family disappear down the concourse to their plane. Waving a last farewell, he hurried out to the parking lot, anxious to get to Laura who was waiting for him at her apartment.

When Laura opened the door, Herb was pleased to see her wearing an extremely short dressing gown that deliciously exposed her soft, naked thighs. It was a silky green garment that accented her long red hair and creamy complexion.

"Hi." She beamed, pleased at the way he was staring at her soft curves as they rolled provocatively under the short clinging gown.

"Hello, Laura," smiled Herb, unable to take his eyes away from the deep cleavage between her big, half-exposed boobs.

Neither of them had ever mentioned sex to each other at the office, but they both instinctively knew what was going to happen today. It was Saturday morning and neither of them had to be back at the office until Monday, leaving the entire weekend free for their mutual enjoyment.

"Care for a drink?" she asked, taking his coat. "Let's try a Bloody Mary," answered Herb, removing his tie and loosening his collar. "I feel like a nice lazy day of relaxation."

When Laura returned with their drinks, she sat down next to Herb on the sofa. Sipping their Bloody Marys, they idly chatted about things and people at the office.

"Funny," she said after a long pause in the conversation. "I've wanted to be alone with you since the first day we met."

"So have I," Herb admitted.

"Why?" she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Because I like you," was the man's honest answer.

"Do I turn you on?" she asked in a teasing voice, taking his hand and pressing it between her bare thighs.

"Very much." He grinned. "Very, very much."

"Good," Laura whispered, moving his hand up higher between her legs. "Because I'm horny as hell this morning."

"How horny?"

"This horny." She giggled softly, moving his hand up along the warm flesh of her inner thigh until his finger grazed lightly against her silky beaver.

Trembling with pent-up lust, Herb probed his thick middle finger between the slippery hot flesh of her squishy cuntlips.

"Now that's more like what I had in mind," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

Reaching over, Laura rested her hand on the big, hard bulge that was throbbing violently in the confines of his pants. She could feel his body give a slight lurch as she began gently caressing his bloated cock through the material. With her body burning with expectation, Laura could feel her own slippery hot pussy juices creaming around his thick middle finger as he eased it deeper into her hot, swampy, slit.

When Herb lowered his face to hers, Laura pressed her soft open lips to his, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. Locked in a deep kiss of passion as their bodies writhed together, Laura expertly opened his fly and released his throbbing cock.

"Oh, lover," she whispered, feeling his thick, sinewy shaft of hard male meat pulsing in her clenched fist. "That's such a nice big prick. God, it's so hot and hard."

As the horny redhead began skimming the thick, rubbery foreskin up and down over his bone hard shaft, Herb plunged his finger deeper and deeper into her creamy slit. When the front of her gown fell open from her unrestrained squirming, Herb buried his face in the fragrant hollow between her huge, heaving tits.

Crazed with the feel of Herb's big blue-veined boner in her hand, Laura quickly lowered her wet, open mouth down over his throbbing cockhead. God, how she loved the way his thick rod slithered between her slippery lips, sliding deliciously over her tongue until it nudged against the back of her throat. The meaty fullness of his juicy cock filling her mouth was pure joy to the horny redhead.

Lifting her head, Laura began slowly moving her mouth up and down over the hard prick, feeling it sliding back and forth between her wet, sucking lips. The way Herb was jerking and lurching added an extra excitement to what she was doing. Because other years of experience, Laura felt that she could bring a man more pleasure with her cocksucking than any other girl alive, and she also knew that no other woman enjoyed sucking a prick as much as she did. Laura had learned through the years that cocks came in a wide assortment of sizes and tastes, but she'd never sucked a prick that she hadn't thoroughly enjoyed, and Herb's was no exception.

"Jesus, baby," he panted when the intense pleasure she was giving him became almost more than he could endure. "I can't stand much more or I'll come."

"Don't shoot yet," whispered the girl as she released his prick from her mouth. "I want your first load in my cunt."

Taking his hand, Laura led him toward her bedroom. Walking down the hall, the girl continued stroking his hard cock while he goosed his fingers into the soft wiggly flesh between her asscheeks. When they entered the room, Laura stripped her brief gown off, revealing her full nakedness to him for the first time. When she threw her deliciously naked body across the bed, Herb began quickly disrobing, eager to bury his throbbing boner up between her lewdly spread legs. Her head thrown back and her long red hair flowing over the pillow, Laura gave him a naughty smile as she daintily fingered her juicy cunt.

"Hurry, darling," she whispered. "I need a nice hot cock."

When he was finally undressed, Herb lowered himself onto the bed and drew her soft, naked body tightly against him. As she ground her dripping pussy up against his groin, Herb's hot stiff prick was pressed between their stomachs, burning deliciously into her soft belly.