David Crane: Family love

Dan was shocked when she told him.

"You're leaving me?" he said.

"Oh, no, darling – it will only be for a week. You see, I simply must get Raymond out of my system. It really will be better for both of us, in the end. Otherwise, I'll be running over to his place every day, treating you badly. I can't help myself, darling. I just can't seem to get enough of his big cock."

Dan winced.

"But I'm sure that after I've had it for a whole week, I'll be able to end the affair."

She was sorry she had mentioned how big Raymond's cock was. That hadn't been the most diplomatic thing to say. She added, "His cock isn't any bigger than yours, anyhow."

"How nice," Dan said, sarcastically.

"I don't run around looking for pussy that isn't any juicier than yours – but is different," he said.

"I know. I'm sorry that I'm such a tramp, Dan. But it's just my nature – and I swear that I'll come back to you at the end of the week and be a loving wife for ever so long, before I ever cheat on you again."

Dan frowned, then gave a reluctant nod.

They were sitting in the living room, side by side on the couch. He had his hands on his knees and his shoulders were slumped. She was turned towards him from the waist, the twisted position emphasizing her supple torso and big tits.

"What will I tell Debby?" he asked.

Margie frowned slightly. Debby was old enough to know about sex. But Margie didn't want her to know that her mother was a tramp.

"Well… what with women's lib and all being in vogue… we can just say I've taken a separate vacation. She needn't know about Raymond."

"Do you think she'll believe it?"

"Of course."

"She's too young to know that her mother is fucking some other man," Dan said.

"Darling, this will be the last time. I'll get my fill of Raymond and never cheat again."

Margie didn't think that would prove true, for she knew her own passionate nature, but she didn't figure it would do any harm to say it.

She said, "Where is Debby, by the way?"

"She went to the park," Dan said. "She'll probably be home soon – but I suppose you're in a hurry to leave."

"Oh, no hurry," Margie said.

Dan turned and stared at her.

"Oh? Did you have enough of his big cock already today, then?" he said.

Margie started to deny it.

But something in her husband's tone, or in his expression, made her realize that he wasn't looking for that denial. She knew that, although he didn't exactly want her to cheat on him, the idea always made him very horny. It was that twinge of jealousy that fired his passion.

She blushed, and nodded.

As her head went down, she sneaked a look at Dan's crotch and, sure enough, it had started to swell.

He certainly was a suitable husband for a woman like Margie.

He said, "How many times did you fuck him today?"

"Well – only twice."

"Only!"

"But I sucked him off, too. Twice." Dan's massive prick lurched violently. He groaned and grated his teeth in anguish – that caused his cock to swell.

"I just had to, darling," she said, more sure of herself now that she saw how aroused he was getting. "His prick is so big and so delicious."

"He came in your mouth?"

"Oh, yes. Both times. I love it when he fills my mouth with jism. I swallowed it."

Dan moved so quickly that Margie flinched, thinking he was about to strike her. But his hand moved behind her head, open, and he pulled her to him.

He kissed her on the mouth and Margie's tongue darted about in a French kiss, exploring that mouth into which another man spent his jism. Margie know that her mouth tasted of spunk. She hadn't brushed her teeth too and milked Raymond off. She twisted her own tongue against his and they kissed passionately for a long time.

Dan drew back.

Margie ran her tongue across her lower lip, waiting to see what would happen next.

But Dan seemed hesitant now, uncertain.

Margie decided to take the initiative.

Smiling impishly, she lifted the hem of her dress.

"I didn't wear any panties today," she said.

Dan stared down at her naked crotch. Margie parted her thighs. Her well-fucked pussy was open and wet.

She said, "He came in my cunt twice, too, darling. He poured two huge loads of spunk into me – and I haven't even taken a bath since."

Dan looked up at her face, his own face wild with lust. He dropped his eyes to her snatch again.

"I thought maybe…" she said, and paused, leaving it up to him.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice taut. "Let me eat you out before you leave."

"Ummmm," she sighed. Dan was licking his lips.

"Shall I take a bath first, Dan?" she asked.

He shook his head.

His attitude was exciting Margie greatly. She said, "Are YOU sure, darling? I mean, after all, my cunt is full of Raymond's jism."

Dan growled. It was not a growl of anger. It was pure lust escaping from his lips.

Then he went down on her.

He slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor.

Margie leaned back on the couch and opened her legs wide. She arched her back and looked down at Dan's excited face as he gazed in fascination at her cunt – at the cunt of his wife, which was full of another man's jism. For a long moment he merely looked. Then he leaned in and licked her crack, running his tongue upward, tracing along her unfolded cunt lips and over her tingling clit. He leaned back again. He seemed to be judging the flavor of that tongueful. Then he bobbed in and began to long stroke up her crotch, running his tongue from her asshole to her clit with every slow, pulsating ripple. His whole head bobbed up and down. His hot tongue delved into the tight bud of her asshole and dipped deeply into her creamy gash and flattened over her clit.

"Ohhh." Margie moaned.

Her hips worked like pistons as she mopped his face with her cunt.

"Oh, do I taste good?" she whimpered.

"Ummmm," he sighed.

"I'd love to suck a cunt someday," she said, because she knew it would excite him to hear it – and because it was true, as well. "Maybe we could bring a young girl home with us someday, darling – and you could fuck her and after you came in her I could eat her out…"

"Ah, yes!" he gasped.

He was starting to go suck crazy now, inspired by her words every bit as much as he was by her cunt. His face slipped around in her soaking crotch, coated with cunt juice from chin to brow. Margie clamped her smooth thighs around his head, trapping him there. But then she opened them again, wide, so that his ears were not muffled when she spoke. She was determined to arouse him to the greatest degree possible today – to give him something to remember while she was away for the week. And she knew full well the power of erotic talk.

She drew one knee up, her foot on the edge of the couch. The other leg was extended along the floor, ankle arched. She stroked Dan's head with one hand as that head wallowed about in her crotch.

She said, "I'd hold her sweet pussy wide open with my fingers and stick my tongue up as far as it would go and I'd make her cream in my mouth."

Dan grunted and his head went up and down, perhaps nodding his agreement – but it was hard to tell, for the same motion also drove his tongue along her gash.

"And I'd lick your balls while you were fucking her, darling. Pd rim out your asshole with my hot tongue while you pounded your lovely, big prick into her cunt. And then you could fuck her from the back, while I sucked on her clit and we could make her cream between us…"

Margie was gazing down at Dan along the arched slope of her body, seeing only the top of his head part of the time, then his eyes, as he lifted his cunt-juice coated face and gazed back at his wanton wife. His expression was questioning. He knew she was using that erotic talk to stimulate him – and herself – but he wondered how serious it was. In fact, Dan would have adored to watch his sexy wife suck a cunt.