Heather Brown - Wayward wife

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," I said huffily, trying unsuccessfully to act as though his bulging cock and balls were the last things I had on my mind. Actually my brain was filled with their burning image, a picture of a long stiff prick and two throbbing testicles engorging my imagination.

"Oh, no, baby," he said, "you've got it all wrong. You wouldn't have answered the door with no panties on unless you were hoping ten inches of cock was waiting for you at the door."

Ten inches! My pussy started doing flip flops.

"No… no, you're wrong," I weakly protested. "I was… I was doing something in the bedroom."

"Playing with your pussy," he said. "See, I got you to admit it. I was right in the first place. Now why don't you just admit that you're horny as hell and let me split your pussy wide open with my cock. If you make me wait too long I'm afraid I'll tear my pants. Believe me, you've got me just as turned-on as you are. And there's only one thing that will cure it."

He pushed me back on the sofa and started lifting the bottom of my sweater. "No bra either," he said, just before my tits popped free and he gently grasped them, pushing them together so that he had both my nipples ensnared in a singe hand, squeezing them into turgid erectness. "You really want it, don't you?"

I was speechless. He manipulated me like I was his puppet, slipping my sweater over my head and tossing it to the floor so that I was nude from the waist up. Down below, my skirt was now bunched around my waist. My exposed cunt seemed to blaze like a glowing ember between my legs. A trickle of drool spewed from my gash, leaving a dark stain on the sofa.

Abruptly, his calm exterior cracked for the first time. He leaned over, crushing my body in his tit-caressing embrace and breathing hotly in my ear, "Yeah, baby, you're ready for it, aren't you? You're a hot little bitch. You need it all the time, don't you baby? Your husband can't begin to satisfy you."

I was mute. While my body helplessly writhed under his touch, one hand easing between my uncontrollably parting thighs while the other stroked my tits, I found myself blushing, unable to contradict him.

Immediately I realized that the reason for my inability to answer him was that, what he was saying was true. George was a dud in the sack.

When George did fuck me – about once every couple of weeks when he wasn't too tired from trying to get ahead in the insurance business – it was just a crude slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am, rolling off of me and falling asleep just as soon as he had come. Particularly over the last couple of years, more times than I cared to remember I had wound up laying flat on my back with a pussy full of sperm, squirming in frustration, far short of having come myself.

"It's true, isn't it?" the salesman said, slipping a finger inside my cunt and working it gently in and out, my pussy lips instinctively clinging to it as my senses began to boll. "Your husband doesn't satisfy you. He's too busy at the office to pay any attention to your needs. To your body. To your tits. To your cunt. To your hot, throbbing cunt. I can feel your pussy crying to be fucked."

Before I could answer he dropped his head down to my tits. His tongue darted out and flicked my left nipple. Then he sucked my right nipple into his mouth. I felt a warm, pulling sensation start rippling down my stomach and into my pussy. Another of his fingers squirmed to join the first one inside my cunt and I opened my legs to accommodate his thrust, losing control of myself. I moaned as he ran his large hand up and down my pussy, massaging it and fingerfucking it into a drooling frenzy.

"Are you ready for it now, baby?" he breathed huskily into the cleavage of my compressed tits. "Are you ready to find out what ten inches of steel feels like?" Slowly he slipped a third finger up my pussy and started to give me a three-pronged fingerfuck. It was the most delicious feeling I had experienced within memory.

"Yes, yes," I cried, giving in totally at last to my impulses. "Anything! Give it to me! Fuck me!"

"Say please."

"Please fuck me!" I cried. "Tear me apart with your cock!"

After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up, stripped off his coat and shirt, and then his pants. My eyes were glued to his body. I'd never seen such a man. His gigantic, twitching cock jumped out at me, putting fear into my heart and an incredibly squishy tightness in my cunt.

"I… I… I can't take that," I stammered, reaching out in wonder to touch his massive tool. Not only was it ten inches long, it was easily six inches around, more like a battering-ram than an organ of the human body. "It will kill me if you try and stick that inside me. My cunt won't be able to take it. I've never had anything that huge."

"I'll bet the truth of the matter is that you've never had anything but your husband's dinky worm," he said arrogantly. "That's why you can't take your eyes… and your hand… off my pride and joy."

He was right. My husband was the only man I'd ever fucked. And George had a cock that probably wouldn't make half of this one on the night of his biggest hard-on.

"Don't worry, baby," he said, "you'll be surprised how much your pussy can stretch for something it really wants. The fact that it's your first time with a man-sized prick will just make your pussy tighter around my cock. That's why I like to fuck your housewives – you've got such nice little tight cunts from being starved for the real thing for so long. It's always a pleasure teaching a compact, cock-starved pussy to love twice as much meat as it's been used to. Now let's stop talking and get busy."

He clasped his hand around the waistband of my skirt and ripped it off of me with a singe jerk, sending the buttons clattering to the floor. I stood before him totally naked, my hand still encircling his throbbing cock, my mouth gaping open, and my breasts heaving while my pussy burned with unquenchable desire. The fear was eclipsed by lustful yearning, and I buried my inhibitions and begged him to fuck me.

He forced me down onto the couch and pulled my legs apart. His tongue swiped hungrily over his smiling lips as he regarded the hairy, open maw of my juicily spread pussy. As his mouth watered at the sight of my cunt, and his dick seemed to swell even more, I suddenly felt fantastically desirable, a feeling I hadn't experienced in my entire ten years of married life. Oh, God, how I wanted it!

"Please, please," I cried, "stick it in me! Fuck me now or I'll die!" A moment ago I was afraid that his immense cock was going to split me in two, and now I couldn't wait until it did? I was dying to feel my pussy ripped apart by his fantastically stiff bludgeon.

He eased down and rolled on top of me. I felt his huge cock-head at my pussy lips. He eased it into the opening of my pussy hole, then shoved gently. His monstrous, throbbing cock began to slip slowly into my cunt, thrillingly engorging my fucking canal inch by delicious inch.

"Oh Christ, that feels good," I moaned. "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!"

He reached down, spread my pussy lips as open as they would go, and gave a hard shove. The gentleness was over as I felt his prick ram into my cunt all the way to his eye balls. As his cock pulsed and thrusted inside my pussy I was sure that its head had surged all the way into my stomach. Then he pulled his cock all the way out to the head before plunging it back in again to the hilt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I screamed, biting his shoulder. "Oh God, fuck me!"

"Scream, baby, scream," he said. "When your old man comes home tonight, you can tell him what it feels like to be fucked by a real cock." He fucked me hard, and I met each of his thrusts with an upward one of my own, performing tricks with my gyrating pelvis of which I had never known I was capable.