Janet McCoy: The wife next door

She opened her mouth wide and took the whole swollen length of Harry's cock up inside. She bobbed her head up and down, relishing the smooth fleshy presence in her mouth. She could feel her hair brushing sensually against her shoulders. She could feel her pussy getting steadily wetter, more open. This was the most abandoned thing she had ever done with her husband. Sure, she had sucked his cock before, but not with this much abandon, this enthusiasm.

"Uuuuuhhh… ooooohhh…" Harry had given up all rational thought. He had let his head fall back against the couch. His eyes were closed. His usually tension-ridden body was floating in the blind euphoria of complete, receptive lust. Whatever Emma's thing was this evening, he was enjoying it. His cock was feeling very, very good. "You're a good lover, Emma," he told his kneeling wife. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever known." It occurred dimly to his drink-addled brain that he had never entirely appreciated Emma's sexiness before. Tonight he was seeing a new Emma.

The brunette's tongue and lips worked abandonedly over the rigid shaft of Harry's cock. She could feel his cock-head become incredibly swollen and hard between her lips, until she thought he was going to blow. Then it would shrink just a little. Then it would start to acquire that special hardness all over again. She loved the feel of his firm prick-flesh between her lips. The intensity of his excitement stimulated hers.

"Oooohhh, Harry… I love sucking your cock, darling. It feels so good in my mouth. Mmmmmm… oooohhhh…" She moaned as she sucked. She sucked tirelessly.

The young couple fell into a special erotic place of timelessness. The sounds of Emma's sucking and moaning mingled lewdly with Harry's grunts of pleasure. He was letting himself think about all kinds of sexy things he had never thought about before. It felt good to be slightly drunk, to be letting his wife suck his cock right in the living room. Giving her his cock as dessert to their evening meal.

He looked down at her brown hair moving back and forth over his aching prick. He maneuvered for a glimpse of her full decolletage in her low-cut outfit. Her breasts were so round and lush, milk-white and soft. He felt a tingle in his balls as he gazed upon, them. He experienced a new appreciation for lipstick as he watched her bright red lips locked around his cock, moving up and down, up and down.

"Jeez, Emma, you're sexy… I want to fuck you, Emma… So help me, I do."

Emma's cunt was already soaking wet inside her pajamas. She was glad to hear Harry suggest they fuck. She was more than ready for it. Her pussy throbbed at the prospect of something thick and hard pushing deep up inside her. "Oh God, Harry, yesssss. Let's do it, honey!"

With her lips still locked around his cock, she started to ease her one-piece outfit down over her shoulders. But much to her surprise and dismay, Harry pulled her to her feet. "Come on, baby. Let's go into the bedroom."

Emma was slightly disappointed. She wanted to enjoy the impetuous thrill of making it in the living room. She and Harry had never done that. But her cunt was hungry, she wasn't about to argue details like place, so she took his hand and followed him dutifully into the bedroom.

There, Harry quickly removed his clothes and suggested Emma do likewise. He stretched out on his back on the bed and invited Emma to fuck him. She had been looking forward to being taken by her husband, with him on top of her. Now the idea of fucking him the way Helen had done to Ken started to appeal to her.

"Okay, baby… I'm going to fuck you!" Her lewd words, uttered as she climbed menacingly onto the bed, shocked her. But, more than that, they excited her. She wanted to be master. She wanted to fuck him long and hard, give him something to remember.

Her cunt throbbing urgently, she straddled her husband and sat down on his cock. She closed her eyes and shrieked as his thick hard rod surged deep up into her craving pussy. She could feel how tight she was in there. His cock was a snug fit. Her cunt clutched it fiercely.

At once she began to raise and lower her hips over Harry's upthrusting member. She remembered how proud and free the redheaded Helen had looked riding her boyfriend's prick. Quite consciously now, she imitated Helen. Her twat slammed hard down against Harry's crotch, again and again. His delicious cock penetrated her furthermost depths on each impalement.

"Mmmmmm… ooohhhhh… aaaaahhhhh, Harry-y-y!" She felt like a wailing banshee as she moaned and whimpered atop her husband's cock.

Her enjoyment was intense, both from the physical presence of his cock, and from the thought of herself leading their lovemaking in this way.

"Hhhnnnhhh… Jee-zuz!" Harry was slightly awed by his wife's new sexual boldness. She had never been a passive fuck, but she had never been this strong, wailing sex-maniac, either. For the moment, he couldn't question it. The hot tingling in his cock and balls forbade that. Their pleasure came first. And she was giving him pleasure – the most divine pleasure of his life.

He looked up into Emma's face and was surprised by her look of agony-distorted lust. It was almost as though she were a stranger, with her red lips and dark-painted blue eyes and rouged cheeks. She was like a Goddess of sensuality, greedy and gutsy and beautiful. But she was not his wife, not his safe little wife.

For a long time, husband and wife writhed in the abandoned throes of their hypnotic excitement. Cock and cunt met and meshed and became lost in one another. His flesh was indistinguishable from her flesh. It was all just pleasure. Wild, guiltless, alcohol-inspired pleasure.

"Ooohh, Harry!" Emma moaned this refrain over and over again. The intensity of her passion was growing steadily. She began to maneuver her hips up and down with a goal in mind. She wanted to cum.

Faster, faster, faster – her cunt seized and released his cock again and again, until the man was gritting his teeth to keep from losing himself to his climax.

Ladies first.

Emma was riding no-hands on Harry's cock. Her hands held her hair up over her head. It made her feel naked, sexy, beautiful.

"Oooooohhhh… oh, Harry!" she cried suddenly. "Oh Gawd, it's happening… I'm cumming!"

When her strength to keep on pumping failed her, he grabbed her hips and moved them up and down over his stiff prick. But only for a little while. He was ready.

"Uuuhh, Jee-zuz! Me too!" He shot his heavy load deep into her clasping cunt. He could feel her pussy-muscles sucking the juices right out of him. He was left with a drained feeling that was totally relaxing. He drifted. He fell asleep.

When Emma realized her husband was asleep, she smiled ruefully down at his oblivious face.

"Well, Harry… you won. We fucked before bedtime after all."

She looked at the alarm clock. It was nine-fifteen. She rolled over onto her back and began to excite her clitoris into renewed hardness.

Emma woke the next morning tingling and expectant.

For a moment she couldn't remember why. Then she knew. She had had a wonderful sexy time the night before. It was the best sex she had ever had with her husband, even if he did fall asleep right afterward. He always did that.

What she wanted this morning, more than anything, was a morning quickie to revive the bright glow of last night's experience. She rolled over and reached for her husband. He wasn't there.

Alarmed, she sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was ten-fifteen! She hadn't slept this late in years!

Somehow, waking up to find herself alone depressed her. Not only did it mean she would not get her morning fuck. It also gave a faint hint of disapproval. Why hadn't Harry awakened her, at least to kiss her good-bye? Surely last night had been special for him too?