J Watson - The unfaithful wife

This time she couldn't stop the impulse to put her hand over her pussy. She just felt so naked. She saw the amused glint that came to his eyes as she covered herself.

"Move your hand," he said.

There was nothing she could do and she moved her hand from her bush mound. He grinned as he saw the deep red flush that came to her face.

"You sure are a shy piece of pussy," he said. "I like a shy piece of ass."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"First I want you to come over here," he said.

Cynthia had never felt so naked as she walked across the room to him. She paused in front of him and listened to his deep breathing. She steeled herself for what was to come, but she still shivered when his hands cupped her tits.

"Nice and firm," Greg said. "These feel just the way like them."

He squeezed her tits roughly and ran his fingers across her nipples. Despite her determination to remain cool, she felt herself responding to his touch. She told herself that it was a natural reaction for her nipples to grow so hard. It was just a physical response and it didn't mean a thing.

"I bet you can really throw a wild fuck once you're thawed out," Greg said.

Greg knew exactly what he was doing to her. He wasn't being as rough as she had expected. He was gentle, like a lover. He knew he could be rough when the time was, right. Now he would take her body out of the deep freeze. He would go slow and he'd get her hot.

"I'm going to kiss them," Greg said.

She wanted to back away but she didn't. She felt the strange lips touching her titty-flesh. His lips felt hot and hard. He gently kissed all over the gentle swell of her tits and she felt them getting a little heavier. This couldn't be happening. She wouldn't let it happen. She thought of her husband and that helped calm her.

"So you're trying to fight it," he said, sensing her restraint. "That's all right. That only makes things better when you finally give in."

"I'll never give in," she said. "Do what you want with me but you'll never touch me."

"You keep believing that, baby," he said.

She was taken by surprise at the hand he suddenly thrust between her legs. He hurt her and she pulled away. He was smiling but she knew she had won some sort of victory by her coolness toward him. Well, he was in for a surprise if he thought he was going to get any response out of her.

He started to undress. She stood and watched as he peeled off his shirt. She'd always thought she'd be disgusted by a man who looked like Greg. His hairy chest rippled with muscular movement as he unbuckled his belt. She wanted to be disgusted. Instead she felt flushed again.

He pulled his trousers off. Then his socks and shoes. Her fascinated gaze was drawn to the bulge in his jockey shorts. She couldn't believe that the bulge in his shorts could be real. It looked too damn big.

"Yeah, it's real," Greg said, as if he could read her mind. "I'll show you how real."

"God," she said softly, as he peeled his shorts down his thick, hairy legs.

His red monster cock was huge. She had thought Alan's prick was big but this cock was nearly twice the size of Alan's. It wasn't just that it was long – it was thick and the heavy red knob looked like a club.

"Oh my goodness," she said.

"You've never seen one like this, baby," he said. "Every woman I've ever had has taken a second look."

"I think it's disgusting," she told him.

At that moment she tried to tell herself that it was disgusting. But she was only fooling herself. Already she could sense how it was going to feel sliding into her pussy, stretching her cunt walls as they'd never been stretched before.

"So it's disgusting," he said.

"Yes," she said.

"Now you've hurt my feelings. You're going to have to make that up to me."

Before she realized what was happening he had grabbed her by her shoulders and was forcing her down to her knees. She knew what he wanted although she'd never done it before. She felt her stomach chum as she stared at the red pole.

"Don't make me do this," she begged.

"You're going to have to make it up to my pecker," he said, holding her firmly on the floor between his legs. "You're going to have to make amends. Kiss it, cunt. Show it that you're sorry for calling it disgusting."

"I couldn't," she said.

"You fucking will," he said.

He took a handful of her blonde hair and he bent her head back until she could feel a strain on her neck. His eyes were ugly. She knew he would bend her head back until it snapped her neck or she agreed to do what he wanted.

"All right," she gasped.

"That's better," he said, releasing her. "Now be nice to my prick."

He put his hand gently on the back of her head and pulled her face toward him.

"Put your hand on my prick and put your lips to the top," he instructed. "Show me how much you like to suck prick."

She wrapped her fingers around his thick, sticky cock and she closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at the blood-engorged head so close to her lips. She touched her lips to the cock-head. She tasted his salty cum on the tip of her tongue. She was afraid she was going to be sick.

"Now take it in your mouth, cunt," he said. "Prove that you're really sorry."

Greg watched closely as the blonde took his prick-head in between her lips. He could tell by the sour expression on her face that she didn't like sucking cock. Well, that was no matter. She would learn to love it.

"That's the way," he said. "Now suck on it!"

Her mouth had his cock-head firmly inside and she began to suck. He instructed her to use her tongue around the sensitive crown and her tongue did as he wanted. He knew he had her beaten. She wouldn't make any more stupid comments about his prick being disgusting.

He kept stroking the back of her head as he forced a little more of his swollen pole between her ripe lips. Her hot mouth felt good. Her tongue was working a little more. He could feel the tight fire in his balls.

"That's enough," he said, pulling her head back. "You've shown my pecker how sorry you are. Now come on up here on the bed with me."

She allowed him to pull her up on the bed. She stretched out beside him as he began to touch all over her body. She'd had her husband's hands on her, but it had been different. Greg seemed to start an itching sensation in every place he touched her. And he touched everywhere. Somehow she hadn't expected this kind of treatment. A woman was supposed to be treated roughly when she was getting raped. He wasn't supposed to make her feel so strange. Suddenly Cynthia realized that she was enjoying what he was doing to her. It was a shocking thought and she immediately began to tense up again. For a moment she had lost control of herself, but it wouldn't happen again. He couldn't make it happen again.

"Go ahead," she pleaded. "Fuck me. Get it over with!"

She didn't know why she was rushing him except that she was suddenly in very much of a hurry. She didn't want him to keep touching her this way. She didn't like it. She wanted him to do it and get it over.

Cynthia knew something that always worked on her husband. She reached for his cock. She laced her hot fingers around his stem and began to jerk him off. She had a feeling that that he wouldn't be able to take much of that.

Cynthia was right, but he didn't respond as she expected. He didn't immediately roll her over and put his cock into her cunt. Instead he removed her hand from his cock.

"Don't be in such a hurry, little pussy," he said. "You're going to get it soon enough."

She felt his fiery lips at her tits again. He sucked in one of her nipples and his tongue rolled it from cheek to cheek. She felt her stomach twitching and again she tried to tense herself, to fight the feelings that were going through her.