Robert Vickers - Hungry wife

"It was good, wasn't it, honey?"

"Yeah, Larry, it was good. As good as it ever was."

That satisfied him and, in a few minutes, the man was loudly snoring.

Carole Bennet lay awake staring at the ceiling for over an hour, unshed tears at the corners of her eyes. She didn't know what to do. She might cry. Or she might kill herself.

Or she might kill Larry.

She ended up falling into a fitful, dream wracked sleep that was worse than no sleep at all.

Carole rose and left Larry asleep in bed. She had bloodshot eyes and it took a half dozen drops of eyewash to clear up the redness. She felt lousy and her pussy ached. It had a hollow, empty feeling that was becoming all to familiar to the woman. She wanted something more substantial, than her middle finger, but that was all she had.

She stepped into the shower and finger fucked herself vigorously. This brought her up to the point of climax, but it wasn't quite good enough. She knew from long practice exactly what to do. She turned on the water until it was right at blood temperature.

All she could feel was the wetness and the gushing force of the water. It might not have existed save for the power of its blast from the nozzle. She stood, legs spread wide apart, so the water could flow over her snatch. Her brown pussy fur quickly matted down and the water trickled across her aroused cunt lips.

She moaned loudly and then bit back an exclamation as she felt the water drive, needle sharp, into her erect clitoris. The tiny organ had poked its pointy head up to take a look around. The action all around it pleased the center of her arousal. She ran her finger over the cit a few times. The lightning blasts of desire racing along her nerves almost made her come.

"I need it so baaaaadly," she sighed. "I want more than this. But this is better than what I'm

getting. So niiiice!"

The water caressed her cit in ways softer and m6re subtle than her finger ever could. She felt the power of her come mounting inside her belly. The sexual tensions were released with a powerful surge as she came.

The top of her head lifted off. She gasped like a fish out of water. The sledgehammer blows to her

body rocked her and made her tense all over. She felt her boobs vowing as her excited heart pumped faster and faster. Her cit even grew. As she pressed her finger into it to stroke around the base, she came again.

This time was even more intense. Her finger drove all the way up into her well-greased cunt. The finger whirled around inside, touching all the slippery walls, and then moved in and out with a speed that no prick could match. She came again.

And again and again and still one more time.

Exhausted, ashamed of herself for having to get off in this private, non-social way, she finished her shower and toweled off. Carole wondered what was wrong with her. She couldn't get off on a normal flicking by her husband. It had to be her. He hadn't changed a single thing he did in the past fourteen years.

Resigned to her frigid fate, she dressed in her housecoat and went to prepare breakfast. Buddy would be up and away to school soon.

She greeted her son, a lump forming in her throat when she saw how much the fourteen year old looked like this father.

"Big day today, Morn," he said, wolfing down his breakfast. "Trying out for the school football team."

"Football? Aren't you a little young? That should be for the juniors and seniors, not the kids in junior high."

"Aw, I don't think I'll make it. But I want to see

all the cheerleaders!" He finished off the last of his eggs and rushed out the door with a fleeting, "See ya tonight!"

She sighed. How fast they grew up. Maybe it was the tempo of society. Or maybe all kids started noticing the opposite sex by the time they were fourteen. She found it hard remembering back eighteen years to how it was like to be a teenager and fourteen again.

"Morning," said Larry, wobbling into the dining room. "God, I slept like a log. Fucking always does that to me. A good way of getting a good night's sleep, huh?"

She agreed. She always did. This was like part of a bad movie. She could predict every line that he'd say.

"Why can't we do it differently, just once?" she said, surprising herself with the request. "Maybe with the lights on. I love seeing your prick go between my cunt lips. I mean see it as well as feel

it. Or maybe you could change positions. Experiment a little bit."

The shocked look on Larry's face told her she had offended him. Suddenly, she didn't care. She pressed on. "Why can't we be more spontaneous? Fuck when we feel like it rather than waiting till the calendar tells us it's the right day for balling?"

"What's got into you, Carole?" he asked, his voice pained. "Isn't it any good any more?"

She wanted to tell him their fucking stunk, that she got no pleasure at all from it, but she had been

faking orgasm so long, it wasn't possible. He wouldn't have believed her.

She shook her head, saying, "I don't know. It's just not as good as it was. When we were first married."

"We've aged a bit. We should be enjoying it more. I am," Larry said truthfully. "What do you want? Maybe a little cock right now,, huh?" He came up behind his wife and lifted her housecoat. Her slim legs gleamed whitely in the light. His hands stroked upwards and along the smooth curves of her asscheeks. He pressed in lovingly and let his fingers glide between her legs. He moved his hands along the perky ass until he could dive between the meaty slabs into the humid canyon he found. She moved away from him a little. He followed her every movement.

"Please, Larry, don't."

"Ummm, I like this. Don't you?"

His hand stroked along the woman's cunt lips. He felt her gash part for it probing fingers. He felt wetness, a sure sign she was turned on. His fingers curled a little and. laced themselves though the thick mat of her pussy fur. He pulled a little spire of bush into a spire and teased it. She sighed and he abandoned. that as not being enough of a turn-on for her..

He dipped into her cunt hole and found it more than a little damp. His fingers came out covered with her inner juices. He started fucking her with his finger.

"You like that? 'Bend forward and let me get your housecoat hiked up. I'm going to fuck you

over the Stove."

"From behind?" she asked, a tremor of anticipation in her voice.

"Sure, why not?" He probed deeper and thought he felt her pussy walls give a little earthquake of desire for his prick. He'd find out moan enough.

Much to his surprise, she twisted and pulled away from him. She pushed down her housecoat and said in a tired voice, "Not right now. What do you want for breakfast?"

"You!"

"I'm not on the menu. You can have eggs or cereal. We tan out of bacon yesterday. I'll have to go to the grocery and get some more after the PTA meeting."

"Fuck the PTA meeting. I thought you wanted to ball! You were wet," he accused. "You wanted it. Why did you decide to stop me!"

His prick pressed hard into his pants and tented the material at his crotch. It wasn't enough to be painful, but it annoyed him. She had asked for a good fucking and he was ready to give it. And then she turned him off like a water spigot. Women. Who could figure them out?

"I've got to get to school fax the PTA meeting," she repeated. "And I wasn't damp from wanting you. I just didn't dry off well after my shower."

Carole wasn't sure if she was lying or not. Her

tired body refused to give her any clues as to the source of the moisture he'd felt. If she'd thought there was a chance in hell she could have gotten one big orgasm out of the fucking, she'd have done

it. Even if he'd humped into a dry hole, she would have gone along. But it would have ended up the same as all their fucking.