Robert Vickers - Hungry wife

A rut: a grave with both ends knocked out.

She felt she might as well have been dead. She wasn't much of a woman, having to fake orgasm with her husband to keep him happy. Sure, Larry was as happy as a hog with a new trough of swill. She was the one suffering in silence. The desires tormenting her were driving her mad.

Her Thoughts came back to Michael. Why her son's science teacher had taken such a fancy to her she couldn't say. But he had. She couldn't deny that he had made just the right play for her at the PTA meeting.

If he had tried any other approach, she would have coldly turned him down as being rude and decidedly crude. But the fondling of her ankle, her knee, the stroking up her leg, all had tormented her and released the flood of desire that she had been building up inside. By the time he got around to stuffing his face into her cunt and lapping, up all her love juices, she. had been lost to him completely.

The fucking in the projection booth was almost icing on the cake for her. He could have said or done anything; again, he knew exactly what her needs were. The movie loosened her inhibitions and mad amp; her so damned horny she would -have fucked the doorknob.

His prick had been hotter, better shaped and a lot handier.

She sobbed fiercely as her fingers drove against the slippery walls of her pussy. This wasn't cock

inside her tight little cunt, but it was better than lying in bed and moaning softly about how sexually deprived she was. She finger fucked herself until she had a small orgasm. It gripped her and turned her loose almost at once.

It should have satisfied her enough to go back to bed and crawl. in with her husband. It always had in the past. Now, if anything, it fed her carnal desires and made her feel like she was going out of her mind.

"No," she said to herself. "I can't do this awful thing to Larry. He's my husband. And Buddy. My son. I've got to consider both of them" But she still got up off the john and went into the living room. In the darkness, she sat down and picked up the telephone. It was almost two in the morning, but her needs dictated her actions. She rapidly dialed the number.

It rang six or seven times before a tired voice mumbled, "Lo? Whatsit you want?"

'Michael!" she said, her voice quivering with tenor. He might turn her down. He might. deny there had been anything but a brief fucking between them this afternoon. He might not even recognize her!

"Who?" he said again, less asleep and more awake now. "Is that you, Carole? What are you calling me for at this hour of the night?"

A horrible thought hit her. She stuttered, "I-is there anyone w-with you? Another woman?"

"Hell, no. I wish there was. What is this?"

"Do you want me to come over?"

A long pause, then, "Only if you want to join me.

"Yes, Michael, yes! I do. I need you so!".

"Christ," he said, hanging up on her.

She hadn't bothered to dress. She pulled the thin housecoat more firmly around her trim flanks and rang the doorbell. Michael's apartment complex was deserted and lonely. She wondered if this was supposed to be one of the swinging singles places. If so, there weren't the wild all night parties going on she had always heard about.

At least, there wasn't one going until she got into his apartment and his bed.

The door opened. The man hadn't dressed. He had a bath towel bunched up in front of his crotch. Cajole shot through the door and wrapped her arms around the teachers neck. She almost bowled him over with her fervent attack on him. The man dropped his towel and stood stark naked in. front of her,

And this was exactly what she needed. She shucked off her useless robe and, bare-ass naked herself now, dropped to her knees and grabbed his. prick. She pulled it to her mouth and stuffed it in, sucking loudly.

"God, Carole, this is… nice! But why?"

She nursed hungrily on the end of his prick. The

limp organ sprang erect under her educated mouth and she tongued all over the purple knob. His glans turned a bright purple as it glistened with her spit. The man opened his stance a little to keep his balance.

She managed to say, around the thick plug of cock in her mouth, "I need you so much! Words can't begin to tell you what I want from you. But actions can tell you!" She went back to sucking on his prick. The man's hips started making tiny thrusting motions, taking control from his mind.

He reached down and stroked across her auburn hair. "That's great, Carole, but not here. L-let's go to the sofa where I can sit down."

Her mouth never left the tan's cock. She started kissing down the side of the shaft, her teeth lightly nipping at his flesh. The angry red welts filled with more and more blood. His cock pounded stiff as a fireplace poker. She opened her mouth and sucked in his loose bag of balls.

Her tongue flashed out and pressed into the side of that hairy little sac. She could feel the balls lurching around in the lead-heavy stew of his trapped jism. She toyed with his balls until the scrotum tightened into a hard little sphere dangling under the bucking cock. Then she moved back to the side of his cock and laved it with her rough, demanding tongue.

"God, Carole, this is so unexpected. When you called, I thought it was a joke or something."

"I need you, Michael. That's no joke. Believe me

when I say it's the absolute truth!"

The way her mouth sucked and manipulated his cock and balls, he believed the woman. The demanding mouth continued to work up his prick until it came to the end of his cock. There, she strove mightily to get her tongue down into his piss-slit. They both knew that wasn't possible but simply trying pushed both their burgeoning passions to the breaking point.

"Ummmm, your cock tastes so damned good!" she moaned around the thick plug in her mouth. "I can't get enough of it!"

The man guessed there was more than simple hominess involved in the woman's late night trip to see him. What they had done that afternoon had been fun and he knew he had pushed all the right buttons with her to get little nookie, but he hadn't expected to get anything else from her.

Yet here she was offering her body to him. Whatever he wanted to do, she would go along with it. He felt the vibes and knew that no matter how base or depraved his desires, she would submit to them. The feeling of power he had over her rose to dizzying heights.

Anything he wanted to do!

Yet, he couldn't, Not to Carole. The woman was too vulnerable. She was breakable. He could do anything but he mustn't unless he wanted to really hurt her. Still, a little sucking and fucking wasn't out of line, not at all!

"Your body drives me wild!" he told' her,

gasping for breath as her mouth worked avidly on his cock.

He sank down and she followed him. Her mouth never left his cock or balls. The agile tongue touched all the right spots to get him really hard and feathery caresses on his body pushed his passion to the point where he knew he was going to fuck her soon or end up with a case of blue balls.

He ended up on his back on the rug in the living room. She crouched down and continued eating his prick with wild gobbling noises. She sucked hard and he saw the woman's cheeks go hollow under the strain. He knew what was happening even without seeing her. He could feel her mouth trying to pull his guts out the tip of his prick.

"Move your sweet ass over in my direction," he commanded. "While you're eating my cock, I want to eat your cunt!"

The woman sucked especially hard on the end of his fuck stick when he said that. Deep down, the man knew then what this woman's desires were. She wasn't getting enough. Even though she was married, her old man must have missed the boat somewhere. He, an almost complete stranger, was giving her more good loving than she was getting at home.