Kathy Harris - Horny hot aunt

Carl leaned over and grabbed his shoes, unable to look at his wife. He knew that she was feeling not only horny but also concerned for him and he almost choked on the guilt he felt.

"Besides, Carl," Mandy continued, "it's been so long since we, uh, made love. We've never gone this long without a fuck before. Couldn't you just stay long enough for a little quickie this morning, darling?"

Carl shook his head and, walking over to the bureau, he scooped a pair of socks out of the top drawer. "Sounds good, honey, but I can't. I have an early business meeting," he said, still unable to look into his wife's innocent eyes.

The truth of the matter was that as much as he loved and desired his beautiful wife, he was so consumed with guilt that he could hardly look at Mandy these days, much less fuck her. His sister, Cathy, had been in town over a week now and Carl had fucked her every chance he got.

He fucked her early in the morning before going to the office. He fucked her during his lunch breaks. He fucked her for long hours after work before finally returning home to his faithful, unsuspecting wife. The more the man fucked his sister, the more he needed to fuck her. There seemed to be no end to the obsession he felt for her and her gorgeous little pussy.

And now, even though he would not give up his incestuous fuck sessions with Cathy for anything or anyone, he felt so torn apart by what his neglect of his wife was doing to her that he wasn't even sure he could get it up for Mandy, something he had never had any trouble with before.

And there was yet another reason why Carl was avoiding any sexual contact with his wife. As neglected and lonely and horny as Mandy was obviously feeling, Carl knew that she had not once suspected that he was being unfaithful to her. But he knew her well enough to know that if he fucked her she would know it at once.

The couple had been married for too many years for Mandy not to sense a change in her husband when they fucked. Of course, she couldn't know that her husband had been fucking his own sister. But she would know immediately that he had been fucking someone else, and she would be terribly, perhaps irrevocably hurt. It might destroy their marriage and tear their family apart, and Carl simply could not afford to take that chance.

"What's wrong, Carl?" Mandy asked now, her tone soft and sad as she watched her husband gathering his clothes.

Carl glanced in her direction and saw her sigh long and deeply. Her sigh made her high round tits rise and fall erotically beneath the sheet and he felt a familiar ache in his balls.

"Nothing's wrong, honey. Why?" he asked, feeling guiltier by the minute.

"Something must be wrong! We used to fuck all the time. Now, for about the last week or so, you act as if I'm poison or something! Please tell me what's wrong!" she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears.

Unable to stand there another minute and see the torment he was causing his wife, Carl turned and headed for the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and turned the shower on full blast.

Oh God, what's happening to our marriage? Mandy asked herself. The sound of the shower water blasted out from the bathroom and she shook her head in bewilderment. He's never treated me this way, she thought, half angry and half depressed. We haven't fucked in over a week now and he hardly looks at me anymore. Is it me? She questioned herself as she rose from the bed and stood before the full-length mirror, examining her naked body.

The mirror revealed a sleek, voluptuous figure. Her tits were firm and rode high on her soft, curvy body. Her nipples were unusually large and dark against the creamy-white flesh of her tits. Her waist was narrow, her legs long and slender, and her pussy fur was the same golden shade as the hair on her head.

Her mouth was full and sensual and right now, her lips were parted, wet. From the top of her head to the toes on her feet, the woman ached for sex.

She couldn't remember ever feeling so horny before. She hadn't been horny at all for a long time. Until recently, her husband had always been more than ready and eager to fuck her. In fact, usually it was Mandy who had had to beg off from all the fucking he wanted because his huge prick made her pussy ache. But right now she would have given anything to feel that familiar pain tearing through her pussy as his huge prick attacked her little cunthole.

She sighed again, running her fingertips over the rise in her left tit and fingering the nip, which grew hard at once. She raised her other hand and pinched both of her nipples, making them hard as rocks.

Her pussy was hot and getting hotter by the second. She closed her eyes and thought about the huge hunk of cock flesh in the shower. The water was rushing over his muscular body. Thick streams of hot, steamy water were winding down his beefy biceps and running off his hard thighs. She could almost see the water droplets on his broad, hairy back and chest.

And she could see, in her mind's eye, the huge cock plumping up under the pressure of the water. She reached down and felt the moist, puffy lips of her pink cunt. They grew hotter and more swollen under her massaging fingers.

Her clit began to stiffen. It poked out from the warm, moist flesh of its protective sheath. She moaned softly and fingered it, her eyes closed, her mind on the handsome man in the shower.

Mandy rolled her hips from side to side and felt the heat from her cunt radiate out to her aroused. There was nothing in the world she craved so deeply now as her husband's touch. She craved his manly touch on her full, stiff nips. On her hot, wet cunt flesh. On her jerking clit. Even up her tight asshole. Anywhere and everywhere!

She stuck three fingers up her pussy and began pumping them in slow, determined motions, letting out a series of low moans at the same time. Her lust for Carl was making her feel weak in the knees. She could feel the hot cunt sauce trickling out of her pussy slit.

She scooped it up and then licked it off her fingers, moaning with excitement, as she tasted her juice. Damn him! She thought angrily. Damn Carl! There's nothing wrong with me! Why doesn't the bastard want to fuck me anymore?

She was not a vain woman but she could not help but realize that everywhere she went, heads turned to look at her. All the men in town stared at her whenever she passed by and they reacted strongly to her beauty and obvious sexuality.

She knew that they wanted her and that they fantasized about fucking her. She liked the idea of them going home and beating their meat while they thought about her.

And Carl had always been proud of her sex appeal.

"I like my wife to look sexy," he had told her many times. "I don't get jealous like other guys might. I like people to notice what I have on my arm."

He had even suggested that she wear very sexy clothes in public and she had eagerly agreed, finding it terribly exciting to be turning strangers on while she was arousing her husband.

Their sex had always been wild and uninhibited. Over the years, they had learned how to give each other the most pleasure and they had experimented with every possible position and style of lovemaking. They fucked in the shower, on the floor, on top of their kitchen table, in movie theaters, and once, finding themselves alone in the rear of the church, they had even fucked there.

Often, before they fucked, Mandy would do a strip tease for Carl to a tape of raunchy, seductive music. As a gymnastic-instructor, Mandy had a supple body and was an excellent dancer. She had even studied belly dancing and treated her husband to a display of back bends, full splits and seductive prancing, naked under a few thin veils, which Carl eagerly pulled off of her while she danced teasingly before him.

At her husband's suggestion, Mandy had studied the art of massage and she rubbed him down like a pro, using every part of her body on every part of his body. She massaged him with her toes and ran her nipples up and down his back. She coated his flesh with love oils and rubbed her entire naked body against his until he begged her to let him fuck her.