Steve Golden - The Spunky Wife

She was staring up at him with a weird light in her eyes, almost as if she were daring him to call her names. But she didn't plead with him any further. She knew it was hopeless. Rodney was just too nice a guy. And it was too bad, because a little dirty talk would have made her cum much harder. Lately it was taking her longer and longer to climax with just regular fucking.

But obviously Rodney was getting close to cumming. He was red in the face and sweating. His thrusts into her cunt were short and sharp. A flash of panic ran through Bonnie. What if he came before she did again? It had happened several times lately, and she'd had to resort to her dildos after he'd left for work. She didn't want that to happen again. She wanted her climax with a cock inside her.

She thought of Stan, just to get herself extra excited. Now there was a guy who didn't mind calling her dirty names. And he'd done everything to her. She remembered one rainy afternoon in his van when she'd sucked him off and his cock had stayed as hard as a rock. He'd flipped her onto her belly and fucked her up the ass. It had been the strangest, most fantastic experience she'd ever had.

"I'm all ready to cum, honey!" Rodney cried suddenly. "I just can't hold back!"

"Try to!" Bonnie groaned, gazing up at him. "Please try to keep it going, lover! I need your cock to stay hard! I need you to fuck me for a long time!"

"Sorry, baby! I'm just too close! Oh, this feels so good!"

Rodney fucked steadily for another minute. His ass rose and fell in short, sharp jerks. Then he was shuddering and burying his cock to the hilt inside her. He came to a complete stop for a second or two, his prick buried deep. Then he began to moan as jet after jet of hot cum spat from his aching cock.

"Cumming, honey! Oh yes! Oh yes!" he groaned, moving in and out of her again. More hot jets of spunk shot into Bonnie's pussy.

"No, Rodney, not yet!" she shouted. "I'm not ready to cum yet! Keep fucking me! Don't stop! Keep fucking your hot little bitch!"

He really did pound away for quite some time, spurting wad after wad of hot cum into her. But all too soon his movements slowed down. His cock oozed the dregs of his cum into her cunt and he settled down on top of her, his chest mashing her tits. His empty balls dangled down between her thighs.

"No, Rodney! No!" she whimpered like a spoiled little girl. She clenched her fists and drummed them gently into his shoulders.

But Bonnie knew it was hopeless. She could feel the sticky warmth of his cum oozing from her pussy and down into the crack of her ass. He was all through for today. She bit her lip in frustration. Any second he would be pulling his cock from her cunt and she'd feel empty and let down.

"Got to go, babe," he said, easing his wet prick from her cunt and rolling off her. "You know what old Henderson is like if his boys are late at the office."

He climbed off the bed and strode to the bathroom, his cock still half-hard and bouncy. Bonnie eyed it hungrily but said nothing. She watched him enter the bathroom, then listened as the shower water was turned on. Her cunt felt soggy, totally soiled with warm, sticky cream.

"That reminds me," Rodney said, suddenly poking his head round the bathroom door and grinning at her. "We're invited to Mr. Henderson's house on Friday night. Some kind of party he's throwing. I think the old boy's really into enjoying himself since his divorce. Just about everyone from the office is invited. Don't forget."

He ducked back into the bathroom and within seconds Bonnie could hear him singing loudly in the shower. She felt a wave of irritation go through her. Fuck the office, she thought bitterly. And fuck Mr. Henderson. It was okay for Rodney. Though he had put in long hours, he was obviously very happy with his job. And since marrying her, he was happy at home too. But what about her? She didn't have a job. All she had was Rodney, and lately he wasn't satisfying her the way she liked.

With a guilty little smirk she leaned over and reached deep into the drawer of the night-stand. She pulled out a dildo, a large fake cock nearly ten inches long. She drew it under the sheet quickly and poked it between her legs. The huge head slipped easily between the greasy, cum-soaked folds of her cunt.

It was weird, she thought, that a young woman who had only been married for six weeks should have to resort to fucking herself with a dildo. But this was an emergency. Like when Rodney was out of town. She had to get off. She had to cum.

The head of the cock was soon deep inside her, and she shoved another three or four inches of shaft up her cunt before she paused. Then her hand began jerking, fucking the device in and out of her cunt with expert strokes. It made lewd squelching sounds as it plowed through all the pussyjuice and cum still oozing from her fuckhole. But that only turned her on more.

Immediately, she forgot about Rodney and her earlier frustration. Warm, sweet feelings were growing between her legs as she fucked herself with the monster prick. Her free hand slid up her belly and caressed one big, lolling tit. She tweaked her nipple harshly between her thumb and forefinger. She began to moan and whimper softly on her pillow.

Again she thought of Stan and his big, ugly cock. It was the biggest prick she had ever experienced, and in a way it had spoiled her for other guys, even her husband. With Stan between her legs she'd felt full, completely clogged with cock. And the time he fucked her up the ass was a vivid memory she wouldn't ever forget.

Her fist shoved the huge dildo even deeper into her cunt. The movements of her wrist grew quicker. She could feel a climax building way down deep inside her, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came. She began to squirm on the bed, writhing from side to side and cranking her legs open and shut. Her breathing grew ragged and labored.

"What will you do today, hon?" Rodney called out suddenly. He was out of the shower and drying himself off in the bathroom. Bonnie couldn't see him, but his voice was loud and clear through the open door.

"Mmmmm? Oh, I don't know!" Bonnie gasped. "Sit in the sunshine for a while, I think! Work on my tan some more! The honeymoon isn't over for me yet, you know!"

She stopped fucking herself with the dildo, but she left it stuffed deep inside her cunt. She lay still and waited for Rodney to emerge from the bathroom. He liked to talk to her while he got dressed. It was a little routine that had developed between them. This morning conversation wasn't going to be easy, though, Bonnie thought. Waves of cunt-pleasure were rolling through her.

"Well, make sure you wear something decent," Rodney said, stepping back into the bedroom. "I don't want you sunbathing nude in the backyard again! I know how old Mr. Hicks next door eyes you whenever he gets the chance! I don't like dirty old men lusting after my lovely wife, even if she does have the figure of a model!"

"Mr. Hicks isn't so old," Bonnie said. "I'd say forty-five, tops! And he is kind of cute!"

Rodney smiled but didn't answer. He wasn't really serious about Mr. Hicks. The thought that Bonnie would ever cheat on him never entered his head. He was too sure of himself, too confident. But he had noticed the horny neighbor eyeing Bonnie over the backyard fence on one or two occasions. And when she'd started sunbathing in the nude, he'd insisted she not do it where the guy could see her.

Bonnie watched her husband move around the room, pulling on his slacks and shirt. She didn't move, but the dildo was still sending sparks of pleasure deep inside her. Her cunt was pulsing around the big shaft. She could feel the pink cockhead deep inside her belly. It took quite an effort to keep her hands off it and on top of the sheet.

"What would you do, Rodney, if I did let Mr. Hicks have an affair with me? Or anyone else, for that matter?" she asked. She watched Rodney fixing his tie in front of the mirror.