Robert Vickers - Hungry wife

"Fuck? In the middle of the day? What's got into you, woman?"

She moved across the room with liquid grace she didn't know she had. She was inspired by what had happened to her that afternoon. Reassured of her beauty and sexuality, she wanted even mote. Her confidence soared as she dropped down at her husband's feet and began running her hands along the man's legs.

"You're really hot today, aren't you?"

"I've missed you." Her hands worked up to his crotch. She squeezed playfully on his balls, hidden under the thickness of his trousers. She massaged the lump until she felt a response. Then she looked up at him and licked her lips, a slow sensuous motion that revealed only the tip of her pink tongue against her ruby lips.

"Shit, you are hot!"

"Yes!" she hissed. "Let's do it. Right now. Here!"

"In the living room? No, let's go into the bedroom. We can pull the curtains and…"

"Here. Now. On the floor! I want you to fuck

me right here!"

"At least let me close the drapes."

"Bullshit! NO! NOW!"

"Wow, something's got into you, honey." He set his can of beer down and slipped to the floor to join his wife. "Anything you want."

He tried to press her back flat on the floor. He wanted her on her back so that he could crawl between her legs and fuck her in the missionary position. After the excitement she'd had this afternoon, she wasn't about to let him do any such thing. She wanted something new and different.

"Undress me," she commanded.

"What?"

"Strip the clothes off me. Slowly. No," she corrected, "I'll do a striptease for you. Would you like that?"

She didn't allow him to answer. She flowed to her feet and lithely danced away. She went to the stereo and put on a sexy, provocative tune she had been listening to right after she had gotten back from the PTA meeting and Michael. The soft strains picked up in tempo and soon crashed and boomed with gutsy bass notes.

She writhed sensuously. Her hips did a good imitation of a bump and grind. The expression on Larry's face was precious. She wished she could have had a picture of it. Surprise, even shock. If he thought this was shocking, she'd really show him a thing or two!

As the beat of the music got to her, she became

a stripper, not merely a bored housewife wanting to play the role for a moments excitement. She pulled off her blouse, undoing one button at a time. When the tails of her blouse were out, she held them in each hand, then spun around and slowly pulled the blouse down so that her back was exposed.

"God, Carole, what are you doing?" Larry complained. But she kept on. He would get hotter as she stripped for him. The music worked a primitive need in her, a need to expose her entire body.

Her bra came off easily. But she didn't simply discard it. She held her arms out invitingly to Larry and let the bra slip down the slopes of her arms. Her tits slowly revealed themselves to the man. The sight of his eyes snapping to her boobs assured her that he wasn't as outraged about this as he pretended to be.

He was getting turned on.

She cupped her tits and bounced them around in time with the music. The tiny red nipples sprang erect and pointed like accusing fingers. She laughed and danced away as Larry grabbed for her. A stripper was used to things like that!

She wiggled sinuously as her skirt went over the flare of her rump. The naked white flesh appeared. The crack of her ass widened a little as she bent forward and looked around at the man. He was sitting, his prick out and in his hand. He was slowly beating off.

"Save some for me," she said.

"God, honey, this is too much!"

"It's not enough. Not yet. The best is yet to come.!"

She continued puffing the skirt from her hips. Her naked ass gleamed snowy white in the bright sunshine coming in through theft picture window. For a fleeting second, she wondered if the neighbors might be spying, on them. She hoped so. It would give them a real thrill.

She kicked free of her skirt and stood totally naked, her back to the man.

"Slit, you weren't wearing any panties!"

"Just for you," she lied. She bent forward and peered at him through her legs. She didn't fail to notice the tiny droplets of love juice dotting her auburn bush. She had gotten hot during the striptease just as she hoped her husband had. The sight of him beating his own meat told her that he was hot enough to do anything she wanted.

"Fuck me like a bitch in heat," she said. She shuddered, remembering that scene from the movie she'd viewed that afternoon. The blonde actress in the movie had gotten off on it in a big way. Carole figured she could, too. The thought of. a man fucking her like an animal was both disgusting and intensely arousing,.

"What? I

She didn't give the man any time to think about

it. She dropped to hands and knees and came over to him. The odor from her pussy was almost

overpowering. She was aroused and wanted cock, lots of cock. And she wanted it ripping through her cunt from behind. She wanted to feel her ass rubbing up against her lover's thighs. Nothing less would do.

She turned and presented her white ass for his attention. She knew he could see her cunt lips opening and closing. She worked her pussy muscles as hard as she could in wanton invitation to his prick. The woman wanted nothing else but to feel the same things she had earlier that day.

She wanted to come.

"Shit," was all he said before dropping his pants and sidling up behind her. His prick shot way forward, pressing between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks and driving toward her cunt lips. He missed the first time he thrust forward. His prick skittered along her gash. The liquid flood of her fuck oils had lubricated the entire area around the woman's snatch.

She gasped as she felt his prick part her cunt lips and duel erotically with her tiny cunt. The feeling of a huge prick rubbing into her erect little spire of pleasure was almost more than she could bear. She had to fight to keep from coming. She wanted to store up all the great feelings and then get off in a big way. Nothing less would satisfy her. She had tasted paradise that afternoon and wanted more.

"Missed," he said, pulling back. "But wait. Shit, I'm not used to fucking like this."

She could tell. But she waggled her ass in the air

in wanton invitation for him to mount her and fuck the living hell out of her cunt. She shuddered a bit more as his cock pulled along her puffy, rigid-with-lust labia. Then he found her mint hole.

He poised at the mouth of the deep well of desire for a moment, then plunged in. They both gasped as his cock sheathed itself in the hotly clinging, passionately damp interior of her cunt.

"Now fuck!" she cried. "Fuck the shit out of my cunt! Give me all you can! I want it nooooooow!"

Her ass shot backwards in an attempt to stuff his prick even deeper into her pussy. She felt the thick cock surge an inch farther into her belly, then stop. She tensed her muscles around his hidden pillar of cock. This was the life!

She could feel the purpled hood of his glans so far up in her cunt that it almost touched her cervix. He wasn't as well hung as Michael, but this position gave a deeper penetration than the goddamn missionary position. She tensed her cunt walls a little more and felt the big blue vein on the top of his cock pulse and throb with desire, desire for her.

Moving her butt in a circular motion gave her a thrill unlike any she had ever felt before. His cock stirred around inside her like a spoon in a mixing bowl. She felt new nerves blast out messages of carnal desire. She had to have more!

"Fuck me," she pleaded. "I need it!"

Panting, the man slowly pulled from her clinging

berth. The lewd sucking noise told of how tight it had been between her cunt walls and his virile cock. Her cunt oils lubricated the withdrawal but it still felt as if he were sucking her guts along with his cock. He pulled out until only the glans of his pecker remained inside her parted cunt lips.