R Finch: Sinful wife

"Now can I go to work?" he asked with a laugh, slapping my bare ass playfully.

"I thought you just did," I smiled up at him.

Blake left and I sat alone in the house, wondering how I was going to spend the two days I had to kill before he got home again. I wandered from room to room aimlessly, wanting to do something – anything – but not knowing what. I would have wandered over to see my best friend and neighbor Maureen – her husband was a long-distance trucker, too – but I just wasn't in the mood.

It was still early afternoon, so there was nothing but game shows and soap operas on television, which meant I was more or less stuck with myself as company for the rest of the day. How exciting, I thought disgustedly.

Finally I ended up in the bedroom and after rummaging through my dresser drawers I found what I'd been looking for. It was a 12-inch dildo vibrator that Blake had brought me home one summer as kind of a joke. It had turned out to be anything but a joke after I'd shoved it up my cunt, and now I was more or less in love with the damned thing.

I was only wearing a robe and panties, the sheer crotch of the panties already soaking wet with the anticipation I felt for the vibrator. My black curly cunt-hair peeked through the filmy fabric, and I could see the thick pink lips of my wet snatch gaping open and slick with moisture.

I peeled off my robe and panties and sprawled out on the bed. Spreading my damp thighs as wide as I could, I turned the cock-vibrator on and touched it lightly to my hairy snatch. A shivering spasm raced through my hot cunt, trembles so exquisite I was immediately filled with lust and a raging urge to cum.

Pushing the humming vibrator all the way up my tight snatch, I worked it in and out until I was shaking with desire. My slippery cunt-hole sucked wetly at the buzzing plastic prick, my hand moving faster and faster as I fucked myself with it.

I kept ramming the vibrator in and out of my hot snatch as hard as I could, take it all the way up my hole and tingling at the tremors it sent through me. The vibrating shaft of the plastic cock I was pushing into my snatch was as big around as my waist and it was filling my cunt right up, sliding into my juicy cunt-hole and making me shudder.

It was humming deep in my snatch and I was shoving it deeper still, my hand moving like crazy while I fucked myself nearly senseless. I was getting closer to coming by the second and my breath was getting hot and fast. The closer I got to getting my nut the quicker I pushed the vibrating cock up my snatch, my bare ass pumping on the bed and my knees spreading wider and wider.

I could feel myself tightening all over and then the first shudder of my climax hit me, followed at once by a jarring explosion of sheerest pleasure deep in my tight cunt. I gasped aloud as my climax overwhelmed me, my legs straightening out and my ass raising right off the bed. My thighs quivered wildly and I groaned with the intensity of the spasms searing through my snatch.

I lay there for a bit to catch my breath, then I started fucking myself with the vibrator again, this time slowly running it up and down the length of my sensitive cunt-lips and even touching it lightly against my throbbing asshole.

My asshole twitched wetly when the tip of the humming plastic prick touched it and I worked the vibrator steadily up into my butt, pushing it inch by delicious inch and thrilling to the feel of it tight in my guts.

I pushed the vibrator-cock all the way up my twitching asshole and began fucking myself with it, moving it in and out and squirming all over the bed. It was a really tight fit and it felt so good I was afraid I was going to pass out.

With my free hand I started squeezing and fingering my hairy cunt, squishing my fingers around in the wet pink hole and trembling like mad. I was shoving the buzzing vibrator deeper and deeper up my hot asshole, fucking myself with it even harder, and it was only a matter of seconds before I was coming again.

My wet asshole clamped shut around the plastic cock and I lurched and bucked while my climax flailed me, my fingers clutching at my snatch and the vibrator buried deep in my butt.

I kept coming and coming, my whole body shaking, and then I sagged back into the bed with an exhausted moan.

Sliding the still humming vibrator out of my asshole, I shut it off and dropped it between my legs. I closed my eyes and was ready for a little nap – I figured I deserved it after all the coming I'd done – when there was a knock at the front door.

I had no idea at all who it might be, so I got up and slipped my robe on, pulling it closed in the front and heading to answer the door.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," a short, thick-set man who was obviously a salesman said, smiling broadly. "My name is Chester Ragman and I represent the Gromer Vacuum Cleaner Company. Might I just step in and give you a demonstration? It'll only take a minute of your time."

I looked him over carefully, attracted in spite of myself to his rough, yet somehow charming manner. He just stood there smiling away and holding the vacuum cleaner he was trying to sell, a floor model with what looked like a million attachments. I wondered absently if it had an attachment that could suck my pussy.

"Come on in," I said finally, stepping aside. "Let's see what you can do for me."

Chester Ragman stepped in and I closed the door behind him. Then I went over to the couch and sat down, crossing my legs so my robe rode high on my bare thighs. He glanced over and then looked away self-consciously, busying himself with setting up his vacuum cleaner.

While he wasn't looking, I casually undid the front of my robe so that my tits poked out a bit, my nipples already hard with excitement at the prospect of this rugged-looking character ramming his cock up my snatch. I brushed a stray wisp of hair out of my face and waited to see what he'd do.

"Now," he said, turning back to me. "Step right over here so you can see and I'll show you the most amazing vacuum cleaner ever invented. Absolutely amazing."

I stood up and walked right up behind him, standing so close my tits were actually rubbing against him. He swallowed loudly and acted as normally as he could, flipping the vacuum cleaner on and running it over the carpet.

I could almost hear him sweating, and he kept swallowing loudly, obviously nervous and wondering what exactly my intentions were. From the side I reached out and lightly ran my hand down the front of his leg, moving it back up and squeezing his cock while he stood there stock still.

I kept squeezing his cock through his pants and he kept running the vacuum cleaner back and forth over the carpet, not saying a word but for all intents selling his wares. Then I unzipped his pants and fished his now rigid prick out, encircling the throbbing shaft with my fingers and starting to jack him off.

Finally he turned to me, his face beaded with dots of sweat, and said, "I'm a married man, Miss." He said it so seriously I almost burst out laughing, but instead I squeezed his cock still harder and dropped down on my knees in front of him. He just watched me while I sucked his hard cock into my mouth, my lips closing around his cock-shaft and my tongue darting wetly all over it.

Chester shivered while I sucked him off and he shivered even more when I reached into his pants and cupped his hairy balls with my free hand. I was jacking him off as fast as I could and his big prick was going in and out of my mouth, my head bobbing back and forth while I blew him.

He just stood there the whole time, staring off into space as I sucked and licked and mouthed his hard prick, my hands squeezing his balls and my wet tongue working feverishly. I lapped all over his swollen cock-head, probing with the tip of my tongue into the little slit at the front of it and squeezing his cock still harder with my quickly moving hand.