Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

She rolled her head from side to side and shrieked guttural cries of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around her husband's bucking waist and let her pussy muscles squeeze his pounding prick. She managed an orgasm just ahead of his own climax, and through it all, Misty Morgan tried to convince herself it was just as good as ever.

But by the time Charlie had returned to the bed from his shower, Misty was already accepting the truth. The spark was gone. The old passion and intensity was missing. It hadn't been the same, and lying to herself wouldn't make it different.

Worst of all, Misty wasn't sure what to do about it.

Fifteen minutes after Charlie had left for work the following morning, Misty was back in bed, her luscious legs spread wide and her fingers busily rubbing her itchy pussy. The sexy blonde housewife caressed the slippery folds of her cunt, playing with the pink meat of her pussy pulp and thrilling to the exquisite pleasures vibrating up and down her silt.

As she played with herself, she shook her head from side to side on the pillow and gasped and panted. The pleasure gurgled inside her, and very quickly her hot pussy was churning and quaking in near-orgasm.

She pinched her throbbing clit between fingertips and squealed as the shot of ecstasy zipped through her cunt. She closed her blue eyes and imagined a male mouth nibbling on her clit. Then, with a shock, she realized her uncensored fantasy hadn't included Charlie.

Misty moaned, her huge tits rising and her nipples stiffening as her pussy shuddered and her juices boiled in her depths. Her legs quivered as the sweet tension inside her pussy signaled the beginning of a climax. And in the midst of her delirious pleasure, she briefly forgot about her fantasy. It now didn't matter that she was masturbating herself to orgasm while pretending some strange stud was doing the sexy work. All that mattered at the moment was the pleasure bubbling throughout her hot cunt.

Quickly, she speared two fingers into her overheated fuckhole and wiggled them around. Her cuntwalls flexed and shuddered, and Misty cried out as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. She knew just the spots in her cunt channel to hit with her fingers that ignited the chain-reaction of her exploding pleasure. With practiced precision, she hit all of her sexual buttons, drilling her fingers deep into her convulsing fuckhole, then shifting to gentle, swirling motions with her fingertips just inside the socket of her oily pussyhole.

She used her thumb to keep caressing and stroking her clit and as a thunderous orgasm rocked her pussy, she threw her legs wide and humped passionately. She banged her pussy up against her drilling fingers and thrilled as her clit went into wild spasms against her thumb.

Spicy nectar oozed over her fingers and hands as Misty gradually went limp. Panting and sighing, the horny blonde eventually opened her eyes and focused on the bedroom ceiling.

Suddenly, she climbed off the bed and hurried into the bathroom. She showered leisurely, soaping her sensitive tits and hot pussy with tantalizing deliberates. And, for not the first time in recent months, she wondered if she'd married Charlie for all the wrong reasons.

Her mother had certainly been right about Charlie, giving her reasons for Misty to marry him. But now, at twenty-six and in the very prime of her beauty and sexual bloom, Misty was facing the hard reality that she needed more in a man than that he be securely employed. She craved old-fashioned, raw-boned fucking, fueled by a raunchy, throbbing desire and horniness. She wanted the horny, cunt-crazy Charlie she'd married, not the career-driven version Charlie had become.

She stepped from the shower and toweled her curvy body briskly. She brushed out her long, golden hair, then dressed casually in short shorts, a matching pink halter-top and white sandals. Ten minutes later, after sipping a cup of coffee, she left the house and walked toward the little shopping center four blocks away.

She'd wanted to get out of the house, to soak up the sun and give herself time to think about her marriage and contemplate why the magic was slipping out of her relationship with her husband. She certainly wasn't ready to trash her eight-year marriage, but she also wasn't prepared to waste herself with fantasies and finger-fucking mornings after.

As she browsed the display windows of the little dress shop and then the card and gift shop, she decided to herself to give Charlie until after his current crisis at the grocery store before confronting him with her dissatisfaction in their sex life. She reasoned it wouldn't be fair dumping some worry on him now as he worried about getting promoted to store manager. She owed him that much.

She ambled on down the sidewalk and peered at the giant movie posters covering the windows of a video store. She was about to walk away when a man tapped on a window from the inside and beckoned to her. He motioned for her to meet him at the door of the video store.

Misty had to smile as the man's eyes hungrily, quickly scanned her luscious body as he greeted her at the door.

"Come in, lady," the man said, holding the door open for her. "We're running a special today. Rent two movies for the price of one. Come on and check out, our selection."

She stepped inside the store and glanced back at the man. He was in his mid-thirties, good looking in an average sort of way, and dressed casually but neatly in slacks and a sports shirt opened at the collar. A glimpse of tanned flesh from his opened collar made Misty instantly wonder if he was so well tanned all over as she took in the view of his athletically built body. His hair, though blond, was a shade darker than Misty's, and the way his penetrating blue eyes enjoyed the generous bulge of her tits inside her halter top, she knew he wasn't bashful in his appreciation of her sexy body.

"I didn't bring any money with me," she said as he escorted her deeper into the store. "So I guess you're wasting your time."

"Oh, I don't think so," he said with a light chuckle. "I saw you walk up, so you must live in the neighborhood. Now I think I could trust a neighbor lady if she saw a title she wanted to take home for the afternoon and pay for when she brought it back this evening."

Misty giggled.

"You're some talker," she cooed, easily slipping into a flirty mood and thoroughly enjoying the exchange. "I just bet you do a booming little business here."

He shrugged.

"We get no complaints," he said with a wink. The door opened and two middle-aged women entered the store. The man kept his eyes on Misty as the older women strolled toward the New Releases section of the store.

"Shouldn't you take care of your paying customers?" Misty asked, licking her lips and grinning.

"Sure," he said, taking Misty's hand and guiding her to a door at the rear of the store. He knocked on the door and a pretty brunette about Misty's age opened it. "Judy, we've got a couple of live ones over there. Take care of them, will you?"

The brunette smirked as she eyed Misty. "I think you've got the live one right here, Bud," she said in a husky whisper as she stepped toward the two middle-aged women.

"Who's that?" Misty asked.

"My girlfriend," the man said nonchalantly as he steered Misty into the private room.

One wall of the room was a vast shelf crammed with more video tapes, and a brief glance at the titles told Misty that this was the hot stuff.

"Your private collection," Misty asked, picking one of the tapes at random and eyeing the explicit cover. Pictured on the cover was a bespeckled topless redhead, rubbing a young man's mammoth, nine-inch cock over her bulging tits.

"These tapes are reserved for our special customers," the man said, stepping up behind Misty and letting his body graze hers. Excitement sparked her as she felt the subtle brush of his prick against her through his slacks. "Would you like to see some of this one?"