Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

Beautiful Claire Wells took a long tired drag from her cigarette and turned her eyes from the gloomy interior of her living room to the moonlit city outside. It was so quiet out there, as though the world wire dead, as dead as she felt, except for the growing, gnawing hunger in her pussy.

What was – she doing in the middy of nowhere – for she considered any place outside of the U.S. the middle of nowhere – in the middle of the night with her pussy aching for a fuck like it was going out of style; and a husband who was always too tired to screw her, and too hung up to screw her any way but the standard old "man on top, woman on bottom." She knew part of the answer anyway. She was here in Ad Dammam, Saudi Arabia, because it was her husband's job. As a geologist surveyor for Esso of California he was assigned to all sorts of God-forsaken places, mostly in the Middle East, and she always went with him because she wanted to be with him. Because she did love him. The only part she couldn't stand was the exhausting workload her husband Grant was sometimes obligated to carry – it was then that she never saw him and when he, got too tired to satisfy her ravenous desires.

Normally, he satisfied her very well. Even though his sexual repertoire was limited to the one position, he still did a damn good job with it, and it was because of that she knew that if he ever let himself go he would be a wild, crazy man in bed. Oh God! If only he were! Her pussy ached so at the thought – it would feel so good to be fucked silly right now – she only wished she could be.

Claire took one last drag on her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray on the coffee table. Well, it was no use thinking about it. It wouldn't do any good, and it would only succeed in getting her horny as hell. Her temples began to throb with a terrible, pounding sensation and she wished more than ever that Grant would wake up and take her in his arms and fuck her senseless!'

The troubled young wife rose from the couch and padded across the living room toward the bathroom: She simply had to take something for her headache, something that would let her sleep. As she passed the bedroom, walking softly down the hall, she saw that she had not shut the door and that it stood slightly ajar. She stopped at it and she felt at that moment a deep, basic need for her husband. Maybe if he wasn't asleep he would fuck her!

Moving quietly forward, Claire pushed open the door and went slowly to the bed. Grant lay quietly in his bed, covered by just a sheet which he had kicked down in his sleep. His muscled strong chest rose and fell steadily with his breathing. Love and deep pride flowed along his wife's spine, clutched at her throat as she matched him sleeping. He was so handsome, so masculine!

Grant stirred in his sleep, as if aware of her eyes on him, and rolled full onto his back. His feet kicked convulsively at the sheet covering him, and the bedclothes rustled as the covering drifted down over his stomach and over his thighs to his knees. Suddenly, Claire was looking at her husband's huge naked cock! Grand had apparently been too tired to dress for bed, and because of the heat, had gone to bed in the nude. Claire felt an involuntary gasp strangle in her throat as she stared at his powerfully corded masculinity. He lay peacefully, no longer stirring, his face in repose once again, his legs parted slightly to expose the full sight of his prick to his wife's lust-widened eyes. His cock, limp, lay largely nestled in the soft sac of his balls, the head huge and red, the glans opening seemingly immense to the staring Claire.

She couldn't take her eyes off the thick resting member of this man she loved so much. It's… it's so big! she thought in awe. How I would love it in my cunt! Oh Grant, I love you so much, I love all of you, I love your chest and your arms and your cock and your balls. Oh…!

Claire felt a sudden dryness in her mouth and throat as she stared at the nakedly powerful form of her husband, at the size of his prick. There was a curious fluttering sensation in the pit of her belly and in her pussy and she knew that she was getting hot. She was getting horny as hell l Dear God, she was not just standing there and. staring at her own husband's nakedly exposed cock.

She stood there by the side of the bed, her eyes glazing. Her heart was thumping, and. if a thunderbolt had struck behind her she couldn't have moved. Anticipation trickled through her brain, raising goose-bumps all over her skin, as she tried to marshal her wandering thoughts. Oh God, woman, pull yourself together, she ordered herself desperately, but to no avail. She just stood there, mesmerized. By what, she didn't know. All she knew was that something strange was overtaking her and she just couldn't combat it.

Then, as if in a dream, she reached out her hand and brushed her long slender fingers delicately around the throbbing bulge of his cock.

"Aaaaahhhh…" Grant sighed in his sleep, not knowing what she was doing in his sleeping state but recognizing the pleasure of her fingers on his cock.

The semi-hard prick leaped into surging life under her touch and she stared at it almost wonderingly.

"Oooohhh, Claire," Grant whispered dreamily, almost awake.

Unconsciously, she reached out once more and this time enclosed the slowly growing rod between her fingers. Oh God, it felt so nice and firm in her hand – she loved the vibrant feel of it so much! Random thoughts flicked through her dazed brain as she began to carefully stroke the pulsing shaft. It was wrong, what she was doing, stroking and caressing her husband's cock in a shamefully lewd way that was almost depraved. But she couldn't help herself. Some inner force was guiding her on, making her do this strange, unnatural act.

She could feel the blood racing resoundingly through the expanding prick between her fingers, and it gave her a sense of power and urgency to realize she was creating this life force. As if in a dream, she continued to run her fingertips up and down the sensitively squirming surface, titillating veined underside, probing just under the huge cock head, burrowing down into the ebony-dark curled patch at the base. Then her other hand dropped to cradle his softly dangling balls, and she could feel them contract in her palm.

"Oh Christ, Claire… your hand feels great on my prick!" Grant murmured excitedly, waking from his sleep and then closing his eyes and lying back against the pillows. He could hardly believe it was happening. It was so eerie the way he had awakened with her standing there looking down at him like something out of a dream and fondling his prick. It might be some kind of a weird dream he was having. But the pleasure shooting through him was certainly real, there was no doubt about that. Claire had never done anything like this to him before and though he knew it was wrong he couldn't help but enjoy it.

Claire looked down tenderly at the stretched-out form of her husband. She couldn't explain the feelings which were surging through her mind and body. They were as inexplicable, perhaps more so, as the maternally solicitous feelings he had evoked in her when they had first been married. She knew that he was wondering what had come over her to make her caress his cock so lewdly. He might even think he was still dreaming. She'd never thought she'd do anything like this either. It was so out of character and yet, she had been so starved for sex these past few months, it must have affected her mind. He had not touched her in so long that finally the unquenched fire had raced out of control. It was this feeling which had caused her to stand over the bed and stroke and fondle his ever-hardening cock.

It was even more surprising in view of his opinions on the subject of proper fucking. But she was no longer worried by what was happening. She didn't care about his opinions any more. For once, she was going to seduce him the way she had always wanted to do. He had always had the upper hand before, and this time she was going to be the boss. She'd just follow her heart, and accept the consequences.