Her husband had not been gone an hour, but Lanore Giliman was horny again already. He had fucked her twice just before leaving for work, but that wasn't enough. Lanore could never get enough.
She loved her husband dearly, but loved good hot sex even more. She remembered her first fuck with Gill, her husband.
Gill was four years older than her and a lot wiser. He had pulled her panties down and fingered her cunt on the first try and fucked her on the second. Gill had popped her cherry and bloodied her golden-haired pussyhole with nine solid inches of steel-hard cock.
Lanore had loved it that first time. He had married her after two weeks and twenty more times in her lusciously hot and insatiable cunt. They splurged on a honeymoon trip to Hawaii, but that was a waste of money. They only went to the beach once.
Gill spent the rest of the week there fucking his sexy young wife almost non-stop. They fucked in bed, they fucked in the bathtub they fucked on the balcony of their hotel room overlooking the sea.
They once went for a moonlight cruise on a catamaran and even managed to fuck there.
Lanore hiked up her skirt and sat on Gill's lap, working his stiff cock into her cunt beneath the cover of her dress.
It was wildly exciting for her to be fucking with the other passengers watching, even though they didn't know what was going on.
And Gill's cock wrenched violently inside hr whenever the boat swayed. Lanore gasped cries of delight the whole three hours they were aboard, and those watching thought it was sailing that excited her so.
She writhed now on their king-sized bed, enjoying the feel of the satin sheet beneath her ripe body. Moaning sounds of restless desire, Lanore slid her hands down to her slender waist, then down to the richly furred hump of her pussy mound.
She parted the soft pink lips of her cunt with the fingers of her left hand. Then she teased her right middle finger around the nub of her clit, joyously recalling that wonderful week in Hawaii.
Lanore plunged her middle finger into her tight cunt. Her pussy was hot and wet with fuck honey and still slick with Gill's cum. She fucked her finger in and out with blurring speed and whirled her cunt with her thumb. She gasped, quickly reaching a climax of sorts.
"I need a man's cock!" Lanore moaned. "God damn it, Gill! Why can't you be here when I need to fuck?"
She knew why, but that didn't help in her horny state of mind. Gill was a security guard, working the four-to-midnight shift at a local electronics plant. And he wouldn't be home for eight long hours.
"I just can't wait that long!" Lanore cried softly. "I've got to feel a big throbbing cock inside of me now, and I don't care whose it is!"
Lanore felt a twinge of guilt as soon as she said it. She had never been unfaithful to Gill before and had not thought she would? But the anxious blonde had never been this horny with so long to wait for the man she loved. Her mind was torn between conscience and the steaming heat of rampant desire.
Finger fucking herself had only made things worse, but what could she do about it? Gill had taken their only car and hadn't left her enough cash for cab fare. There was no bus service in their suburban neighborhood, so she couldn't go anywhere.
Lanore thought about some of the neighbors.
Al Freeman who lived next door on the left came first to mind. He was in his late thirties with dark wavy hair just starting to gray. Lanore grinned and said to herself, "He'd be a great one to fuck!"
She could hear the power mower running in front of Al's house and knew he was outside working. She also knew he was happily married to a gorgeous raven-haired beauty who used to be a Vegas chorus girl.
And, to make matters worse, Al and Gill were good friends. They played poker in a neighborhood group one night a week, went fishing together when they had the same days off. Al would never fuck the wife of his friend, she decided bleakly.
Then, like a cartoon character with a light bulb gleaming in a bubble over the head, an idea flashed through Lanore's sex-obsessed mind. What man can resist a woman in distress? she asked herself. Certainly not Al Freeman. And, if he could be made to think that Gill isn't the adoring husband be appears to be.
Lanore rolled off the bed and pulled open a dresser drawer, looking for her sexiest black underwear – a pair of lace-trimmed bikini panties with the crotch cut out, and a strapless under-wire bra that made her creamy big tits bulge even more invitingly.
She put those on and then went to the bedroom closet. Gill kept an extra duty belt there, and in one of the black leather pouches she found what she wanted – a pair of handcuffs.
The blonde put one locking band around her slender left wrist and clicked it shut, snug but not too tight. Then she put both hands behind her back and snapped on the right cuff the same way.
"Hungh." She pulled to test their restraint. "Good, I can't slip them off."
Grinning like a hungry cat in a canary cage. Lanore walked to the front of the house and looked out a window that faced Al's yard. It was high enough so he would only be able to see her head and shoulders from the outside.
But, she discoid to dismay, two hands cuffed behind her back, there was no way to open the window and call to him. Lanore raged in frustration and finally banged her forehead against the glass when Al and the mower were headed her way.
Seeing him made Lanore even more anxious than before. She almost knocked her head through the glass.
Al was wearing a pair of shorts that showed the well-defined muscles of his long legs.
He glanced up. Lanore pleaded, "Help me!" with greatly exaggerated movement of her sensuous lips.
Al stopped the mower and came running.
"Lanore, what's the matter?" The front door was locked and he couldn't get in.
With her hands cuffed behind her, Lanore could not reach high enough to release the latch from the inside. "There's a door key taped under the mailbox," she called to him. "Let yourself in, Al. I need help!"
The straining heat of wanton desire made her cry frightfully convincing. Al Freeman found the key, unlocked the door and burst in with a worried look on his face. He gaped at her and said, "My God, what happened? Did someone attack you after Gill left?"
"No," she sobbed. "He did this to me. Gill's afraid that I might fool around with another man while he's at work!"
"That son of a bitch!" Al went behind her and studied the cuffs. "Damn, I don't see how we can get those off without a key."
"He takes that with him," she moaned, "and I can't stand this anymore! Leaving me in my underwear with my hands cuffed like a common criminal!"
"There, there… we'll think of something. Those cuffs are hardened steel, it would take hours to cut them off. Maybe I should call Gill at work and tell him to bring that damn key here right now!"
"Oooh, no! Don't do that," she begged tearfully. "He'd beat me worse than ever if he knows I told anyone." Her pillow soft tits heaved with each wracking sob, almost bulging out of the low-cut black bra.
"Wh-what do you mean, beat you worse than ever?" Al asked, moving around to face her again.
He put his strong hands on her quaking shoulders and tried to calm her, but his eyes drifted down to that deep soft cleft between her luscious tits.
"Gill likes to whip me with a leather belt," she lied with a sorrowful look. "He thinks I cheat on him, so he punishes me! And I haven't done a thing to deserve it!"
"I know, I know." Al hugged her and felt her pussy mound as it rubbed his groin and made his cock ache. He tried to control, its throbbing, but that was like trying to hold back the tide.
"Sometimes I wish another man would fuck me. That would serve him right! I wouldn't mind so much getting my ass whipped if I really deserved it."
"Oh, hey… don't talk like that, Lanore. And – ungh – don't keep rubbing your tits across my chest."
"Why not, Al? Don't you like the feel of them?"
"I like it too much, that's the trouble."
"Mine are much bigger than your wife Marilee's," she purred.
"Yeah they are." He tried to pull away, but Lanore pressed against him again, rocking her shoulders and pumping her hips.
"I can feel your cock getting hard," she said in a breathy voice. "Is it bigger than Gill's?"
"Agh, I don't know. Men don't usually talk about such things."
"Men don't usually handcuff their innocent wives either. Why don't you take your dick out? I'll tell you which one is bigger."
"Lanore, I don't want, to do that. Gill and I have been friends ever since you moved in."
"Yes, but now that you know all he does to give his wife some real pleasure?"
"I would, yes – but, oh what the hell!" Al stripped off his shorts and a fully hard ten inch cock leaped out.
"Oh, that is a big one!" Lanore gasped delightedly. She whirled around and grabbed his prick with hands cuffed behind her back. She stroked fondly, teasing with delicate finger strokes. "I want you to fuck me, Al. Then I won't mind when I get whipped tonight. I'll think about your beautiful big hot prick in me and I'll laugh no matter how much it hurts."
"All right, come on!" He turned her toward the hall and they went to the bedroom together. "You'd better lie on your stomach," Al said. "That way there won't be so much strain on your arms."
"Yes, I like it that way. Put the pillows under my hips, Al. That puts my pussy at just the right angle. My panties are crotch-less, so you don't even have to bother taking them off."
"No, but I want you out of that bra. I want to feel those gorgeous big tits of yours. I've wanted to feel them since the first day I saw you."
"Have you really?" Lanore purred as be unclasped her bra. "I didn't think you'd even noticed."
"With the low cut blouses and skimpy little halter tops you wear so often… my God!" He dug his hands beneath her and cupped her two creamy big tits.
"Aaahhh," she sighed anxiously. "You don't have to spend a lot of time getting me hot. I want you now! Put your cock in, Al. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
He aimed his cock in from the rear and nudged her tender cunt. She arched and squirmed her hips to feel morel.
She said with a moan, "God, Marilee would shit if she knew what we're doing!"
"We'll never tell anyone. It will be our secret. You can come over and fuck me whenever Gill is at work. He usually leaves me handcuffed like this. I'll be your slave."
"A damn willing little slave," he remarked, easing his cock in.
"Yes, Gill never has satisfied me. He has trouble getting his dick up. It's been months since he was able to fuck me. I think that's why he's so mean and insanely jealous."
"Could be." Al felt the tight contractions of her anxious pussy and almost came before getting his cock all, the way in.
He gave a fierce grunt and fucked his cock to the hilt. Lanore screamed a shrill cry and reamed herself back to the root of his prick.
"And it's so thick that it strains my cunt!"
"Your cunt seems to love it," he said.
"Aaagh, yes! Oh, God yes!" Lanore was bucking, not content with just the force of his fucking thrusts. She arched and twisted backwards to meet each one, babbling sounds of lewd pleasure and not caring a bit about the pressure of her cuffed wrists.
The stinging sharp jolts of pleasure shot deep, made her spine rock. Searing heat made her pussy clench and pull on his hot prick. Lanore's head bobbed and swayed, stirring her long waves of golden hair.
Al fucked her hard. After that initial urge to let his cock fire, he managed to regain his usual control. He was a man who liked to fuck a good long time before letting go. He liked to leave a woman weak and gasping, unable to take anymore.
It worked that way with his wife Marilee and the several other women with whom he'd shared the pleasure of a fleeting fuck. Al Freeman fancied himself to be an expert cocksman, and not without good reason.
She came to three screaming climaxes, one right after the other. Her ripe body thrashed and bucked. Her pussy clenched in insane spasms. She milked and sucked his hot prick with her clever cunt and finally got his cock to fire.
The timing was perfect. Her fourth and best climax yet was just starting. Jets of fiery turn increased her pleasure. Her lush body was bounding up and down. Her golden hair was a swirl, and her pussy was a tight vise of volcanically hot flesh.
A full minute passed in wild rapture before she could drain him completely. And then it was Al who lay weak and gasping, his full weight pressing down on her cuffed wrists.
Lanore could feel his cock starting to go soft in the snug wet tunnel of her cunt.
"Let's do it again," she cooed. "Gill won't be home for hours yet."
"Uh, no… I can't. If I'm gone too long, Marilee will wonder where I've been."
"We've got time for one more round," she pleaded.
"I'd sure like to, Lanore. But if I stay too long and she gets suspicious, I'll never be able to come back."
"Oh, that wouldn't be good. I do want to fuck you again, Al. Anytime we can. Every time we can!"
"You can count on it," he said, reluctantly easing his cock out. "I just hope Gill doesn't beat you too much when he gets home." He shook his head. "That son of a bitch. I'd have never dreamed he was like that!"
Lanore was grinning smuggly, not a bit worried, only thinking of her illicit pleasure and new thrills to come. She had no reason to fear Gill – he'd never so much as slapped her face, not even in the heat of an unusual argument.
But when Al had left and the delightful aftershocks of her last climax had faded, Lanore suddenly had cause to worry. She couldn't find the handcuff key!