Steve Golden - The Spunky Wife

"Hmmmm? Don't be silly. I know you'd never cheat on me. You love me too much."

"But what if I did?"

"You wouldn't," Rodney said. "Bonnie, I know you too well. You love being married too much to do anything like that."

He finished knotting his tie and grabbed a coat from the closet. Then he stood in front of the mirror for a last minute check of his hair. He really was incredibly vain, Bonnie thought, watching him. And he really did find it unbelievable that she would ever want to fuck other men. Yet he wasn't that good in bed at all.

"See you later, hon!" He smiled, stooping down to kiss her quickly. "I'll grab breakfast downtown! Be good! Remember, no nude sunbathing!"

And with a deep laugh, he was gone, leaving Bonnie with her daydreams and her dildo-stuffed pussy. Even before the front door slammed, she had grabbed the fake cock by its base again and was fucking it back and forth between her legs. She was moaning loudly now, free to do as she liked. And she began muttering her favorite dirty phrases as she frigged herself.

"Horny little bitch!" she mumbled. "Hot little slut! Fuck, I love my cunt stuffed with big stiff cock!"

Suddenly she slung the sheet off and began wriggling and writhing again. Her legs were splayed wide. Her hair-lined cuntlips were stretched grossly around the base of the huge pink dildo. She rammed the shaft in and out with short, sharp jabs. Milky cuntjuice had mixed with Rodney's spunk into a thick white froth. It matted her cunthair and made the dildo glisten.

"Horny little cocksucker, that's what I am! A cock-hungry, cum-loving bitch!" Her big tits quivered, the nipples swollen and aching and hard.

The feelings in her cunt grew stronger and spread down into her thighs and up into her belly. She was about to cum, she realized, and she slowed her hand movements down slightly, anxious for the feelings to last. But soon she was pumping away with the dildo again, unable to wait any longer. The warm, melty feelings grew inside her.

The climax rolled through her, spreading down her legs and up into her nipples. She squirmed and moaned like a wanton slut on the bed, her fist flying between her spread legs. Her body jerked and trembled.

"Cock-hungry slut! Hot, horny bitch!" Bonnie cried.

Ralph Hicks stood at his kitchen window with a throbbing hard-on. He was gazing into the neighboring yard, watching young Bonnie Grant apply suntan lotion to her shoulders and belly. He pressed his erect cock against the kitchen sink as he saw her pool the lotion in her hand then spread it evenly over her golden skin. He moaned softly to himself.

It had become a habit, this spying on his beautiful young neighbor. Every time his wife left the house he rushed to see what young Bonnie was up to. She was such a shameless bitch. The bikinis she wore barely covered her crotch and tits. On one or two occasions he'd even caught her sunbathing in the nude. He'd had to jerk-off in the bathroom after those occasions.

Today she was wearing a peach-colored string bikini. A tiny triangle of material covered her crotch, and two more harnessed her tits. Her tits swelled out above, below, and to the sides of the twin triangles and glistened brightly under their coating of clear lotion. Only the nipples were covered properly.

He'd never seen such a set of tits on a girl so young and slender. Yet her waist was so trim and tiny. He was sure he could circle it easily with his hands. And her ass was small and tight as well.

And just eighteen. What the fuck was she doing married at that age? She should be spreading herself around, fucking every young buck in sight. Instead she was hitched to boring Rodney, who at twenty-five already seemed over the hill. It was a weird match. Rodney spent all his time working, and he didn't look like he would know what to do with a piece of ass like Bonnie.

Suddenly his thoughts were cut short. Bonnie had reached behind her and untied the top of her bikini. She leaned forward, letting the harness slip from her big tits.

"Jesus Christ!" he muttered hoarsely. And he shifted his cock to a new position against the sink. What a glorious sight the little bitch was. And what he wouldn't give to bury his big hard-on inside her.

She was pouring the lotion directly onto her big tits now, letting it slop and drool over the lush mounds and then spreading it all over with her fingers. Ralph felt an ache go through him at the sight of her hands kneading the firm tit-flesh. He tried to imagine what it would be like to have those glorious tits in his own big sweaty hands.

He moved away from the sink suddenly and slipped out the kitchen door, being careful not to let it slam behind him. Then, silently, he strode toward the fence dividing his property from Rodney's and Bonnie's. He stood under a shade tree, out of sight, and gazed over the fence at the wonderful vision not ten feet away from him. He tried not to moan as he played with his hard-on through the pocket of his pants.

Bonnie had finished with her lotion. She was kneeling on a huge bath towel, turned partly away from him so that he could see one large tit in profile, It jutted out in an arc that swelled up toward her erect nipple. The sight of it made his mouth water. He wanted to suck her gorgeous hanging tits till they sprayed milk.

He watched in amazement as she tugged at the string looped across her hip. Then he gasped as the bikini bottom fell away and he caught sight of her gorgeous ass in all its natural glory. The sun shone on both perfect globes, making them glow. He could see two pretty dimples in the small of her back and the tender ridges of her spine.

She leaned down on all fours, so that her tits dangled below her like over-filled wine-skins. Then she lay down on her tummy, mashing the tits into the big towel She was facing away from him, and he had a perfect view of her ass. It was an even better view when, for no apparent reason, she spread her legs wide.

"Jesus Christ!" he muttered again, catching sight of her pretty puckered asshole and the pulpy, hair-lined lips of her cunt.

The cuntlips looked all puffy and swollen. They were warped out of shape, somehow, as if they'd just been wrapped around a big swollen cock. He could see the inner lips as well as the outer ones. The flesh was bright-pink and rubbery. And then he noticed something else. The cuntlips were wet and slimy. They were oozing something white and gooey. His heart jumped as he realized what it was.

It was cum. Bonnie's cunt was oozing cock-cream. Obviously, Rodney had just pumped her full of fresh spunk before leaving for work. Now here she was letting it ooze from her cunt in greasy knots. She was probably enjoying the feel of it between her legs. She spread her thighs even wider and more of the goo poured from her.

"Oh fuck!" Ralph groaned, quite loudly this time.

And suddenly Bonnie propped herself up on one elbow and stared over her shoulder at him. She wasn't pissed off, or shocked to be discovered sunbathing naked by a neighbor. She didn't appear to be surprised at all. In fact, she was smiling mischievously, as if she'd known all along that he was watching her. She turned to face him, and one of her big tits moved gently to one side on her chest.

"Why Mr. Hicks, I do believe you're spying on me, you naughty man!" She grinned. "How long have you been there?"

"Ohhhhh, not long!" he gasped. "I was just checking on my flowers, you know!"

"I'll bet!" Bonnie laughed. "Well why don't you take time out from your precious flowers and come over and keep me company? Rodney's at work and I'm very lonely! I need the company of a handsome older man like you!"

Ralph stared at her in disbelief. He quickly moved down to where the fence was low enough for him to vault onto her side of it. He approached her slowly, doing his best to hide the solid hard-on in his pants. It was impossible. She had to notice the gross bulge in his crotch. But all she did was grin at him. She made no attempt to cover herself.