Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

The bedroom was, chilly, and Doug Barstow shivered as he stretched his hand out and flipped off the overhead light. A yawn made him shudder again as the room plunged into a deep, complete darkness. As he hurried for the bed across the cold floor, rubbing his naked arms, he hoped Val wouldn't be in the mood tonight. His wife took it very personally whenever he couldn't get it on, no matter what his reasons were. He didn't think he could face another fight. So far it had been a thoroughly miserable day; his body ached with tension. He sighed with relief as he dropped into the warm bed, pulling the covers up around him. All he wanted to do was sleep.

The instant he lay down was like pure ecstasy: he could almost feel his spine melting into the mattress. It was as if his tensions had turned to liquid, and were flowing out of him, causing his entire body to tingle with pleasure. The bed was soft, yet firm, buoying him up, caressing him with tiny fingers of pressure. He stretched and turned, letting the luxurious feeling fill up inside of him. In his imagination, he felt as if he were floating on a soft, warm sea, weightless, relaxed, drifting off…

"You'll never guess what Monica told me today," Val said. Her voice had a nervous titter in it.

"Oh…" Doug moaned softly.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm really tired, Val," he said, yawning to prove the point.

"Don't you want to hear what Monica said to me?"

"Can it wait until morning?"

Valerie, who had been lying on her back, turned abruptly onto her side, facing away from her husband. She curled her pillow in half under her head of long brown hair. From the suddenness of the move, and the stiffness of her body, Doug knew he had offended her.

"Good night," Val said coldly.

Doug experienced a momentary pang of guilt, which he quickly repressed by reminding himself of how tired he was. But not all of the guilt was buried away, and with a sigh, he turned on his side, facing her, curling his body across her shoulder and down her arm, while his soft, dormant prick nudged gently against the cheeks of her ass. Strands of her long hair tickled under his nose.

"Good night," Doug said softly, hugging her.

Val didn't respond in any way.

He remained like that, holding her in his arms, pressed against her stiff, unyielding back for a long time, and then Doug let go and turned back the other way. Silent anger was a small price to pay, and he gladly accepted it. It could have been much worse. With his pillow punched into the proper sleeping shape, and his back to Val, he squeezed his eyes closed with a sigh.

"Good night," he repeated.

He was almost asleep, sinking down into the gray layers of his fatigue, when he sensed Valerie turning on the mattress. Her body pressed up against him, her tits pushing up hard through the gauze of her nightgown, and she ran her hand down into Doug's pajama bottoms. While her fingers pulled on the limp softness of his penis, she ground her pussy into the curve of his ass. His rudeness was forgotten, her anger short-lived. Obviously, his wife was in a horny mood.

"Ohhh…" Doug said, pulling himself out of his sleepy mood, manufacturing a moan. "Oh."

There was only one way to handle this, he realized. Clearly, Val was too aroused to accept a passive rejection from him. She wanted to come. If he didn't give her what she wanted, he knew they'd be up half the night, arguing. If he was to ever get back to sleep, the only practical thing to do was get it over with quickly. He would fuck her deep and hard. He'd make her come.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes," he answered.

"I thought you were tired?"

"I was tired. But now I'm not." Doug closed his eyes and tried to think himself into a hard-on. He pumped his hips, driving his cock through Val's curled fingers. "You woke me up."

"You don't feel very awake." Val pinched his semi-hard prick. "I don't believe you."

Just as abruptly as before, she released his cock, and turned back around the other way. Val had her back to him again. It was as if she were asking for proof.

Concentrating, Doug tried to give himself a hard-on. As he turned slowly around, moving across the mattress toward his wife, he slipped his hand down into his pajamas, working the rubbery flesh up and down. He thought about all the things which usually gave him a hard-on. He thought about the first time he ever fucked Val up the ass, and how she came just from the way it felt when he pushed his cock into her rectum. He thought about the time on the crowded subway when he pushed his hand up under a woman's skirt, and she let him, rubbing her through her panties until she came all over his fingers. Finally, he pretended to himself that he was seducing Lisa Cole, his secretary, and not Val, and it worked. The thick, hard shaft of his cock throbbed between the cheeks of her ass.

"You don't believe what?" he asked, grinding his cock in and out.

"That you really want to make love to me."

"But I do."

He slid his hand up over her hip, grabbing her tightly. His cock was angled up between her thighs, pressed closer to her anus than her pussy. Dragging up the hem of her nightgown until it was above her hips, Doug could feel the warmth of her flesh. He pulled his hot cock through the opening in the pajamas and positioned it between Val's legs. Across the head of the shaft, he could feel the cool, silky rub of her panties. They were already wet.

"Doesn't this feel like I want to fuck you?" he asked.

"But you're tired."

The hand which was on her hip, holding her in place against him, slid down over the bulge of her pussy, until he was cupping her through her panties. He could feel the thick, furry growth of hair which covered the broad mound of her cunt right through the thin, silken fabric. He dug his fingers down into the base of her fleshy vee, where her panties were sopping wet. The tip of one finger speared between her thick, hairy cunt lips, and he could feel her clitoris throbbing maddeningly. Pressing down into the swollen nub, stroking it expertly, Doug continued to hump his naked cock back and forth between her grinding thighs.

"Oh…" Val moaned softly, excitedly. "Oh!"

The tip of his prick was pushed deeply between the lips of her cunt, prevented from entering her fully by the saturated material of her panties tautly stretched across the entrance hole of her pussy. Val could feel him hard and thick between her lips, teasing her with the threat of slithering penetration, and her cunt squeezed tightly in anticipation. He could feel her excitement under his fingers as she ground her clit shudderingly around and across the tip of his prick as her pussy lips gripped him. Wetness flowed copiously down, drenching the crotch piece of her panties, smearing itself like a thick, fragrant oil all over the top of his cock. Doug humped her hard back and forth, his dick ramming down her slit from the cheeks of her ass, until he could feel his prick under his fingers as he masturbated her. Across his belly, he could feel the regular tensing of her ass cheeks, her body pressing back against him as she tried to impale herself on his cock.

"Oh, God… I'm so horny!" Val moaned, her eyes closed tightly, wicked, forbidden desires filling her thoughts. She squirmed against her husband, grateful for the hard, throbbing shaft she felt wedged between her cunt lips. "My skin feels like it's on fire! God, I want to fuck!"

In his imagination, the words were being spoken to him by supple, redheaded Lisa, who he would have given anything to fuck. And it was her body – young and firm and tantalizing – which was pressed so hungrily against his loins. Doug's cock throbbed and stiffened, and he pulled the hair away from her neck, nuzzling the back of her ear, stroking wetly, electrically up, and down with his licking tongue. Slipping his right hand under her, wedged between her body and the mattress, he pushed his hand down into her panties, so that both hands were fondling her pussy. His cock hammered up and down. Without losing a stroke, the rubbing of her clitoris was transferred to his right hand, while his left slid up her body, under the crisp, rustling nightgown. Doug cupped her left tit in the palm of his hand, squeezing the firm orb in long in and out grips which drew his fingertips up the length of the fleshy cone until he was pinching her nipple. While he did this, nuzzling her ear and neck with his tongue, he masturbated her clitoris with his right hand, and he fucked his long hard cock in and out between the lips of her cunt.