Don Scott: Easy wild wife

"When I said I wanted to give you something to remember me by tonight, I never dreamed you'd throw something like that at me!"

"How was it?" Joe asked, a confident smile playing with the corners of his mouth as he hitched up his pants, tucking his satisfied prick and empty balls back inside.

"I… I think you've fucked me out," Karen replied, even her tongue sound weak and fucked-out. "Oh, dear, you really got horny, didn't you?"

Karen continued sitting on the floor, leaning back against her bed until Joe had left the house. Then, naked, she got back onto the bed, belly down, and fell to sleep, her asshole tingling madly from the blissful abuse it had received.

Karen slept confidently, secure in the knowledge that she had fucked Joe so well that he wouldn't even think about another woman that night.

She had no idea how wrong she was.

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When Karen awoke Saturday morning, she reached across the bed to feel Joe.

Only Joe wasn't there.

Instantly she was vividly awake. She looked at the small clock beside the bed. It was eight-thirty in the morning and Joe still wasn't home!

She threw the blankets off her naked, voluptuous body, her mind spinning as she thought about what might have happened to him.

Just then the telephone rang. Karen answered it quickly.

"Joe? Joe? Are you all right?" she asked rapidly.

"Mrs. Hobson?" a strange male voice asked.

"Yes. This is Mrs. Hobson."

Karen's heart stopped beating. She was convinced without being told that something terrible had happened to her beloved husband.

"Mrs. Hobson, this is Sheriff Carlisle, and I've got some bad news for you."

Sheriff Carlisle did have some bad news for Karen, and when he was finished telling it, it didn't leave Karen feeling sad. It left her feeling pissed as hell.

Joe had been arrested in the wee hours of the morning on a Driving While Intoxicated charge. What made matters worse was that he had a woman with him and she was giving him a blow-job when Joe was pulled over and subsequently arrested.

By the time Karen hung up the phone, she had a slow burning anger inside her that she knew wouldn't easily be soothed. The lousy, rotten, two-timing son of a bitch! thought Karen as she sat in her bedroom.

Her asshole was still tingling a little from taking Joe's monstrous, bone-hard prick into it the previous evening. Karen remembered how she'd wantonly told Joe that he could have her any way he wanted to. She was even going to let him titty-fuck her and cum on her face, if that would please him.

She did all that for him and how did she get treated in return? He goes out and gets a blow-job from some slut!

Karen was fuming. She had to go to jail to get him out, but she really felt like leaving him in there over the weekend. If it wasn't for the fact that he had an extremely important business appointment early on Monday morning, she'd let him stay in jail.

But, of course, Karen knew she couldn't let him stay there. The business appointment could change their lives. It might just possibly almost double their yearly income. No matter how angry Karen was at her husband, she wouldn't allow herself to destroy an opportunity like that. He'd worked too hard to set the meeting up for her own petty grievances to stand in the way.

Still angry but now being able to think a bit more rationally, Karen got up from the bed, wondering what she should do next.

p(line).***

Barbara waited until she heard the line click dead before she put her receiver on the cradle. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest.

Daddy was getting a blow-job from a woman while he was driving drunk, she thought. Now he's in jail and mom must be going right out of her mind!

A teenager, Barbara resembled her mother in many ways. She had Karen's auburn hair, except Barbara had hers fashioned in a somewhat punk style, and combed back above the ear on one side. Her cheekbones were very prominent, and she usually highlighted them with a bit of rouge. Her eyes were hazel and quite beautiful.

Barbara didn't have her mother's big tits, but her 36C-24-36 figure had turned many heads in her young life, and she was justifiably proud of her almost perfect proportions.

The girl took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer near her bed and lit one, inhaling the smoke slowly and letting it slowly exhale.

She had to help her mother get Joe out of jail.

p(line).***

"So you were listening on the other extension then?" Karen asked quietly, shocked that her daughter knew everything. "I'm sorry. You weren't suppose to hear that. At your age you shouldn't have to deal with problems like this."

"That's okay," Barbara said, standing uncomfortably in the doorway to her parents' bedroom. "I want to help if I can. I'm not a baby any more, you know."

Karen looked at Barbara and smiled. It was true. Barbara wasn't a little girl any more. She was young and beautiful, and there was a toughness to her spirit that Karen knew she herself didn't possess.

"Well, we'll see if there's anything you can do later," Karen said finally. "Right now I've got to go to the police station and see what I can do to get Joe out."

Barbara nodded her head thoughtfully. "Then I'll see you when you get back."

p(line).***

"I've got to check you for weapons," Deputy Phelps said to Karen. "Put your hands against the wall and don't move 'em until I tell you otherwise."

A shiver of fear went through Karen as she put her hands against the wall, placed her feet back a little more, and spread her feet in the standard position she'd seen on so many television shows.

Deputy Phelps had a rotten reputation in town as a man who would abuse his authority, and the reputation was well deserved.

"I've only come here to see my husband," Karen said, surprised that her voice was just a whisper.

"Shut up!" Deputy Phelps snapped harshly. "Don't talk unless you're spoken to."

Karen felt the deputy's hands at her ankle. His hands traveled up her leg, over her calf to her thigh. Karen groaned softly as she felt Deputy Phelps' fingers kneading her thigh through her slacks.

"What are you doing?" Karen asked as the deputy's hands moved slowly up her thigh.

"Shut the fuck up I said!"

Karen closed her eyes. She dropped her head, her chin on her chest now. Despite her contempt for the deputy, she could feel a new warmth in her cunt from the way he was massaging her thigh, his hands moving closer and closer to her pussy.

At the top of her leg, his fingers nearly touching her pussy through her slacks and panties, the deputy's upward progress stopped and he started on her other ankle, once again working this way up.

Karen sighed with relief. She didn't want him to touch her cunt because if he did he'd surely feel the pussyjuice that was heating and moistening her cunt.

The hands were at her other thigh, kneading and massaging the muscular flesh. This time, however, the deputy boldly put his hand at the juncture of Karen's thighs, pressing his fingers against her cuntlips.

"Oh!" Karen gasped.

Deputy Phelps rubbed his hand back and forth over Karen's cuntlips, forcing her panties to press hard against her tingling clit. She bit her lower lip softly to keep from moaning. Even though she despised the cruel bastard, his fingers were igniting a fire in her cunt that she knew wouldn't easily be doused.

"Lady, you've got one hell of a body," Deputy Phelps said, a cruel tone to his words. "One of the absolute best in town. You sure as hell have the biggest tits!"

He laughed and Karen felt a sense of dread sweeping over her. There was nothing she could do to fight the bastard. If she didn't please Deputy Phelps, he could turn her away and she wouldn't have a chance to talk to Joe.