David Crane: Family love

Margie Cartwright arrived flushed with excitement at her lover's apartment building. She hadn't seen him in three days and she was eager. She was horny. Her husband had fucked her that morning and it had been nice, but, although she'd had an orgasm, it had not relieved her of the lust that she felt for her new lover. It had made her all the more eager to get into bed with the man, in fact. She had a psychological need for sex, as well as a strong physical drive.

Her lover's name was Raymond.

He was not the first lover she had had since her marriage. Far from it. Margie had been married for fifteen years and had committed adultery a dozen times. Whenever she began a new affair, she was passionate and romantic and supposed herself to be in love. Those emotions seldom lasted more than a few months, after which she tired of her lover, lost interest and, eventually, went back to her husband with renewed affection.

Her husband, Dan, knew about some of her affairs.

She had been more discreet about others.

But he loved her and tolerated her promiscuity, knowing that she would come back to him eventually and hoping that each affair would be the last. It hurt him that she fucked other men – but it also made him horny, thinking about it. And, even when she was in the midst of a torrid love affair, she never denied Dan his marital rights.

Dan didn't know about Raymond yet.

But he suspected that she was embarking on another affair because of her happy, cheerful attitude, her vigor in bed and the fact that his supper had been late six times in the last two weeks.

Margie was thirty-five and gorgeous.

She had a mane of thick auburn hair, hazel eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her body was superb. Her tits were big, her hips were wide and her waist was narrow. She had a well packed ass shaped like an inverted valentine. Her thighs were smooth and shapely, her calves nicely tapered. She had a juicy cunt.

As she rode the elevator up to Raymond's apartment, she was bubbling with expectation. Alone in the elevator, she pressed her hand against her cunt, as if to hold on the hot lust that was steaming between her legs. She smiled with dreamy anticipation – and hoped that Raymond was in as horny a mood as she was.

Raymond was a magnificent lover.

He was tall and handsome, lean and fit, well dressed and glib in conversation but, most importantly, he had a huge prick.

That was what Margie loved.

She was cock-eyed and cock-conscious.

The sight of a well-packed male crotch could cause her to cream her panties on the spot. Even the thought of a rampant cock often made her cream, without so much as a touch of the hand. She often fantasized about foot-long dongs – and plenty of them. Her husband had a huge pecker, himself, that was the main reason that she had married him. She wasn't sure which man had the bigger cock, Dan or Raymond – but Raymond's cock was new, that was the big difference, and she couldn't get enough of it.

In time, she expected that she would have had enough of Raymond's trick, and go home to her husband and daughter, Debby, and be a good wife and mother – until she met another man with a massive hunk of prick.

Margie had met Raymond in a cocktail lounge.

She hadn't been out looking to get picked up. She had stopped for an innocent drink after shopping, and when he had come over to her table she had been, at first, inclined to resist his advances.

Then she had noticed how the front of his well-tailored slacks bulged. And that had been that.

He had bought her three cocktails and then suggested that they go back to his luxury apartment.

She had smiled and said, "You think that I'm going to let you fuck me, don't you?" He had blinked at such directness.

"Guess what?" she'd said. "What?"

"I am," she told him.

And, of course, she did. She also sucked his cock and sat on his face and that first afternoon together had been a satisfying occasion. She had gone to his place every second or third day after that, and the sex was still as vigorous and enjoyable as it had been the first time.

She hoped it would be the same today.

Raymond lived on the top floor.

Margie rubbed her cunt on the ride up and by the time the elevator hissed to a halt, she had almost brought herself to an orgasm. The door opened. She was leaning against the wall, her hand cupped over her crotch.

A man and a woman waited to get in.

They gasped when they saw her.

Margie blushed. But only slightly. She was not a woman who had many inhibitions.

She smiled at them and walked out of the elevator. They turned, watching her go down the corridor, her lush hips swaying far more than necessary. They shrugged and got in the elevator.

Margie went down to Raymond's apartment.

Raymond was, wearing a velvet smoking jacket when he opened the door. He had crisp, dark hair and a smile that flashed lots of even, white enamel.

He held the door open and Margie walked in, feeling very much at home in his apartment.

"Want a drink?" he asked.

"Later," she said.

"Later, when?" he said, grinning – because he knew exactly what she had in mind.

"After you fuck my ass off," said the unfaithful and adulterous woman.

Raymond's eyebrows lifted.

So did his prick.

It was just as if his eyebrows and his cock were somehow linked so that when one went up it levered the other, as well. And Margie's eyes automatically went down while her lips turned up in a lascivious smile as she stared at the growing lump in his trousers.

His massive cock was threatening to rip right through his pants – and she hadn't even touched it yet!

Once again she thought that this was truly a splendid love affair and one that was going to last longer than most of them – the duration of an affair being in direct proportion to the length of the prick involved.

Raymond, still grinning, gave a little shrug and said, "I can think of no reason why not."

Margie took a step backwards.

He thought she was, merely getting a new perspective on his crotch, at first, but then he realized that she was giving him the new perspective.

She lifted her skirt slowly above her hips.

Margie was not wearing any panties.

Her cunt hair was the same rich auburn color as her hair, a wide and bushy wedge at the apex of her smooth thighs. She dipped slightly at the knees and pushed her belly out so that Raymond could see between her legs. Her cunt was wide open and sopping wet. The pink lips had unfurled and the creamy slot was a veritable pool in the forest of her pussy. Her clit was stiff and vibrant.

Raymond's cock stiffened so greatly that it began to hurt.

"I came prepared," she said.

She dipped a hand into her crotch, cupping her hot pussy for a moment and then running her fingertips across her tingling clit.

The gorgeous and oversexed woman gave a link shudder as she stimulated herself.

Her cunt felt incandescent, combustible, an inferno that threatened to erupt into fiery destruction. Cunt juice poured down the smooth inner slopes of her thighs. Her pussy was steaming with lust. And the sight of that twat was causing Raymond's huge cock to hammer and pound away with furious impatience.

He reached to his fly.

"No – let me," Margie said.

She dropped her dress and moved to him. She slowly sank to her knees, staring all the while at his throbbing crotch and smiling with glorious expectations.

Raymond looked toward the bedroom door.

But he realized that Margie was too hot and ready for prick to delay even long enough to move to the bed. She had begun to open his fly, slowly, enjoying the act and lingering over it. She was opening his fly just as if she might have been unveiling a statue.