Nick Eastwood: Hot horny newlywed

"Ahhhhhh, God, I'm coming, whaaahhh!" she wailed.

"Unnnnhhhh, fuck, shit, unnnggghhhh!" Mark groaned.

Her first fuck had been everything she'd dreamed of, and Monica went to sleep that night as a very satisfied newlywed. But she and Mark were rudely awakened a few hours later by the phone. Mark grabbed it, listened, grunted a reply, and then hung up with a big sigh.

"Damnit," he said, "I'd hoped this wouldn't happen, but there's an emergency in one of our offices back East, and I've gotta go straighten things out. I'll probably be gone a week."

"Oh, Mark, no," Monica cried. "Honey, can't I at least go with you?"

"There'd be nothing for you to do, baby," Mark said, "but I'll be back as fast as I can."

He was already out the door before Monica realized that at least she could go to the airport with him. She treasured every second she could get with Mark, and she didn't know how she was going to stand being without him for a week. She hurriedly dressed, raced downstairs, and caught a cab. They might have a few minutes together before his plane left.

On the way to the airport she found herself helplessly replaying their wild night together. Their love-making hadn't stopped with that first fuck. They'd gone on for hours, unable to keep their hands off each other. Monica was getting horny all over again just thinking about it. She wondered how in the world she was going to get through a whole week without sex.

At the airport she hurried for Mark's departure lounge, but as she arrived the passengers were already boarding the plane. She saw Mark in line and was about to call out to him, when she saw that he wasn't alone. He was standing beside a knock-out blond, whom Monica recognized as his secretary, Roberta. Mark and Roberta were holding hands.

Stunned, Monica slipped back out of sight and leaned against the wall. Obviously Mark hadn't told her everything about this trip back East. He'd neglected to mention that he was having an affair with his secretary and was taking her along for some fun and games.

"Mark Harrison," Monica muttered, "I'll get even with you for this – believe me, I will!"

Monica felt so stunned by what she'd seen that she hardly noticed anything on the way back to the apartment. The cab driver said a few things to her, just to make conversation, then gave up. This lady obviously was far, far away in her mind. They were almost to their destination before she began to perk up and notice the outside world.

They were stopped for a red light when Monica happened to glance out the window at the car in the next lane. It was a nice-looking little blue sports car, and the driver wasn't so bad-looking, either. In fact he was a hunk, a very attractive blond in his mid-twenties. He caught Monica's eye and grinned, and she found herself automatically grinning back.

Stop that, she scolded herself, you're a married woman.

But of course being married hadn't kept her husband from fooling around, had it?

Monica reddened with anger as she thought about what she'd seen at the airport. Mark and Roberta grinning at each other, holding hands, not bothering to hide their affair. It made Monica eager for revenge. The question was, what kind of revenge? She could demand a divorce and take Mark for every penny he had. But that didn't quite get it. The ideal way to punish Mark for his cheating would be to have an affair of her own – several affairs, in fact!

And here was her first opportunity. The guy in the sports car was still smiling at her. She liked his looks, and she just happened to be quite horny. In an instant she made up her mind. She stared blatantly at him, then licked her lips in a slow suggestive way. She saw his eyes glow with lust. He was very much turned on to her, all right.

The light changed and they drove off, but the young man kept right beside Monica's cab. She told the driver to pull over as soon as he could. She got out of the cab, making sure her admirer saw her, and stepped into the nearest cocktail lounge. She'd hardly had a chance to order a vodka tonic before the handsome blond guy appeared.

"Hi, my name's David," he said, "may I sit down?"

"Please do, David," she purred, "my name's Monica."

As they chatted and sipped their drinks, Monica reminded herself that she was doing something outrageous. She'd only been married twenty-four hours, and her new husbands was the best catch in town. Yet here she was preparing to cheat on him. She really wasn't that kind of girl, and she certainly hadn't intended her marriage to be like this. But Mark hadn't left her with any choice. After what he'd done to her, she knew she wouldn't rest till she'd gotten her revenge.

David may have noticed her expensive diamond engagement and wedding rings, but he ignored them. He wasn't wearing any rings himself. This guy was young and free and horny, just the kind of partner Monica was looking for. There wouldn't be any heavy romantic involvement with David, just a lot of good hard fucking. She began to squirm with horniness as she thought about it.

"I was on my way to a job interview," David smiled, "but it could wait. I'd much rather show you my apartment."

"Why, David, I'd love to see your apartment," Monica cooed.

They took his car and drove a couple of miles. On the way, whenever she started to feel nervous or scared, Monica replayed that picture of Mark and his blond secretary holding hands at the airport. That stiffened her determination to get revenge. And of course there was another factor. Her pussy was on fire with need. She felt like she had to get laid or go crazy with frustration. But she was pretty sure David would take care of that problem!

His apartment was small and simple but neat. Monica really didn't notice the decor. They just went right to the bedroom and started taking off their clothes. They seemed to want exactly the same thing, a good fuck with no delays and no game-playing. And of course that was just like with Monica. She quickly stripped, dropping her clothes where she stood.

David's eyes swept hungrily over her tall big-titted body. He was still standing there in his shorts as she strode over to the bed and stretched out on it, parting her legs just a little to give him a teasing glimpse of her wet pink slit. His shorts were obscenely tented, and he gingerly eased them down over his hard-on. Monica creamed heavily as she caught sight of his stiff cock.

He was very well-hung, and he was all ready for action – just exactly what she needed right now. She hungrily eyed his stiff drooling cock as he climbed onto the bed and grabbed her. Their bodies met in an electric shock of excitement, his steel-hard prick throbbing against her belly. They kissed, stuffing their tongues into each other's mouth. Monica ground her thighs together, her lust at the boiling point.

After so many years of resisting men, how could she get so turned on to a total stranger? That was easy. Monica realized that Mark had released all her buried desires, opened up the floodgates of her repressed lust. Before, she'd been able to hold her instincts in check. Not any more. Thanks to her husband's expert love-making, she had to satisfy her sexual needs – and fast!

They came up for air at last, and David said hoarsely, "Baby, I don't know how I got so lucky, but I'm gonna give you a fucking you'll never forget."

"David," Monica purred, "that's exactly what I need. Let's do it. Let's not waste any more time."

As she spoke, she opened her legs wide and half pulled his big muscular body onto hers. She craved the feeling of having her cunt crammed with hot cock-meat, and she couldn't wait for him to take the first step. But he caught up fast. With a lusty growl he rolled on top of her and slammed his steel-stiff prick between her legs.