Bob Crawford considered himself a lucky man. He had a good job, a rosy future, and, above all, a pretty wife. Leona had a great body. She was five-feet-six but looked taller. He always marveled at the sculptured perfection of her breasts. Her tits were chiseled exactly right, heavily nippled, set close together and sloping straight ahead, not swaying out at angles, and with just a hint of a sag to give them a sense of voluptuousness.
Then why do I keep looking at other women? he thought. Maybe it was because there were so many gorgeous women around. Maybe it was because this new kick that Leona had, this new aggressiveness in bed, was making him think about sex all the time. He hadn't really been all that experienced before marriage. He'd always been shy with women, particularly when it came to doing anything a little freaky.
Although Leona didn't know it, until the first time with her a few months before, he'd never gone down on a woman. He'd thought about doing it to Leona more than once, but he'd never had the nerve. Now that he'd done it, he'd discovered how wonderful it was! He liked it best when Leona played the dominant role and more or less ordered him to do it. There was a special thrill in that. Outside the bedroom he was the real boss, but it was fun to relax for a change and let Leona take over. It turned him on to service a woman like that. There were times when he couldn't look at a strange woman without wondering what it would be like to have his mouth on her pussy.
These were his thoughts as he sat in his car waiting for a traffic light to change. A curvy blonde was in the midst of crossing the street in front of him, when he suddenly recognized her. He tooted the horn and yelled out of the car window: "Hey, Gloria, hop in and I'll take you wherever you're going!"
Gloria Simpson turned on her high heels, staring at him blankly, and then suddenly recognized him and smiled happily. She scooted around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and slipped in beside him. The traffic light changed from red to green and Bob drove off with his wife's best friend beside him.
"It's funny meeting you like that," Gloria said.
They were sitting in a small restaurant finishing lunch. They hadn't planned on it, but shortly after Bob had picked her up they bad discovered they were both hungry.
"Yeah," Bob agreed. "Funny it is." He glanced briefly at the swell of her tits under her summer blouse. In all the time he'd known Gloria, he'd never been alone with her. She had full tits and a luscious ass. His cock twitched as he imagined himself licking her thighs, high up where the skin was soft and tender.
They exchanged inane comments about the weather, and then Gloria smiled mischievously.
"I bet these people here think we're married," she said. "We're both wearing wedding rings."
Bob chuckled. "So we are."
"I wouldn't mind," Gloria said with a glint in her eye.
It took a moment for it to sink in, and then Bob finally realized the implication. He fidgeted on his seat and couldn't help flashing his eyes from her face to her tits and back to her face again. "Neither would I," he said.
They lifted their wine, glasses and looked into each other's eyes. An unspoken message passed between them. Gloria mentioned casually that she had nothing to do for the next few hours. Bob replied that since he was a salesman, he was always more or less on his own time.
"We could sort of pass the afternoon together," he blurted. "Maybe even go to a motel."
Gloria smiled. "I was waiting for you to ask."
That was all there was to it. So damned easy, so much easier than he'd thought! He was shaking with anticipation as they walked out of the restaurant. He kept his eyes fixed on the tantalizing jiggling of her meaty ass. He felt like a new man, like someone just coming out of a cocoon.
Inside the car he was too aroused to concentrate on the driving. Gloria sensed it and giggled. She cuddled close to him and teased him by running her hand lightly over his thigh.
"Christ, don't do that!" he hissed.
"You look like you need some attention," she laughed. Her hand moved up along his thigh until her fingertips found the bulge of his hard cock. She probed and squeezed and measured the length of his shaft and the size of his cock-head. "You poor man!" she teased. Pulling his zipper down, she worked her hand inside his pants and shorts and brought out his cock and balls.
"Take it easy!" Bob groaned. He was afraid he'd shoot off in her hand.
"You've got a nice cock," she crooned. "Nice heavy nuts."
His teeth clenched with frustration, his face flushed with desire, he drove on until they finally reached the motel.
His hands were almost trembling as he paid the room charge. He followed Gloria into their room with his eyes feasting on the swell of her asscheeks and the lovely curves of her calves.
As soon as he locked the door, she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her body against his, grinding her belly over the hard bulge of his cock. Then their mouths fused together. Her lips were soft and wet, just as he'd imagined they'd be. Her tongue was rapidly darting in and out of his mouth. He put his arms around her, his hands moving over her back until he found the zipper of her blouse.
"Wait," she said softly. "Let me do it, honey."
She unzipped the blouse, and with one deft movement she drew it over her head and dropped it onto a chair. She wore panties and a half-bra that covered her nipples and supported her tits from below. Her fingers found the snap that fastened her bra and she unhooked it. The bra fell forward, releasing the luscious mounds of her tits. Her breasts did not droop or dangle. They stood out lewdly, the nipples pointing jauntily upward. She had bigger tits than Leona.
"Jesus, your tits are a dream!" he said.
She looked down at them. "They're too big," she said. "Leona's are nicer."
"Don't talk about my wife."
"Okay," she smiled. "We won't talk about your wife." She saw that eagerness in his eyes and she pulled back her shoulders to emphasize her breasts. "Touch them," she said.
Reaching out, he gently cupped a hand over each thrusting breast. Her skin felt like satin, cool to the touch, but her nipples were growing hard as his fingers began toying with them.
"Suck them," she said. "It turns me on."
In a daze, disbelieving his luck, he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her forward to stand between his legs. Her breasts hung over his face like two ripe fruits, the large nipples pink and succulent. When he opened his mouth, she held one breast with both hands and pushed the nipple forward between his lips.
"That's it, honey!" she said with excitement. "Give it a good suck!"
Her hands pushed the soft mass of her tit into his face until he found his nose buried in her flesh. His lips worked her nipple over, then he sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He closed his teeth down on her tit and felt her chest heave. He soon moved his mouth to the other tit, and her fingers tangled in his hair to urge him on.
"Will you do that to me somewhere else?"
He pulled his mouth off her tit and looked up at her smiling eyes. "Sure," he said. "If that's what you want."
"Every woman wants that, honey. Don't you know? Don't you like it when Leona does it to you?"
"She doesn't."
"Then it'll be my treat. I love doing it. Do you want to kiss my tits some more?"
"You've got great jugs."
"I'm glad you like them. I thought you were going to grab them, in the restaurant."
"I wanted to," he said. He put his mouth on a nipple again and flicked his tongue. When he pulled his mouth away, he said, "And they taste even better than I thought."
There was a certain uneasiness about it all. He felt it, and he wondered if she did, too. Maybe it was because they were doing something forbidden. The more forbidden the act, the more pleasurable it was to do it. Her body was no more attractive than Leona's, and her face less so. It was the new intimacy which was exciting, the taste and smell and feel of a new body.
Releasing her tits, he let his hands slide down over her hips. He pulled at the elastic waistband of her panties, and then rolled the panties down over her hips and legs. She bucked her pelvis forward, put her hands on the back of his head, and pulled his face into the bush of blonde hair that covered her pussy.
She pulled his face into her pussy, and then moments later they were on the bed. He still had his clothes on. She didn't seem to care. She had his head locked between her thighs and his mouth chewing on her cunt, and that was all she seemed to care about.
"Get your tongue in there!" she cried. "Don't be bashful! Drink me! God, I love to have my pussy sucked! There's nothing in the world like it!"
His nose pressed into the curls of pussy-hair. He rolled his tongue around in the soft wet flesh.
"That's right!" she gasped. "Lick my cunt! Give me some tongue!"
He groaned in protest at the force with which her thighs locked around his head, but the sound was muffled by her crotch. She refused to let him up. She kept his face jammed into her hot, musky cunt. The sticky juice now covering his tongue tasted hot and salty. His nose was assaulted by the hot smell of her oozing cunt-hole. He sniffed, curious about how she compared with Leona. Her smell was stronger than Leona's, much less delicate, even a little raunchy. He wasn't sure how much he liked it. Then he decided that at least it was natural. A woman's cunt ought to smell like a cunt, not a bed of roses. You can't fuck a rose.
"Keep sucking!" Gloria hissed. "Give it a workout!"
He jammed his tongue into her cunt again, licking up along her pulpy silt, wriggling through her juicy folds. Her hips lurched as she mashed his nose into her crotch. His tongue suddenly sank into the deep hole of her cunt and hot liquid poured over his face.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she gasped. "Keep doing it! Oh, God, it's good!"
He was smothered in the smell of sex, his nose grinding into her pussy-hair as he lapped at her cunt. She whimpered and whined as he ate her juicy folds, as he worked his jaw against her steaming crotch. He was trapped, unable to escape. Her hands kept his face jammed into her mushy, dripping cunt. He licked and slurped at her steaming pussy until he thought he would drown in her juices.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming! Oohhh!"
His face was suddenly flooded with fluid as she climaxed. He kept sucking and slurping and swallowing her juices, until finally he managed to pull his face away and he rolled over onto his back.
Gloria, however, was far from finished with him. She crawled after him and squatted over his lace, holding the headboard to balance herself, the lush slit of her cunt directly over his mouth. Her thick pink cunt-lips were stretched wide from all the sucking he'd done. Her thick cunt-juice was glistening in all the folds and crevices. Her cunt-hole gaped like a hungry fish-mouth. The red bud of her clit looked swollen and abused. For the first time now, he had a good look at her asshole.
"You're a cunt-lover," she said triumphantly. "I can tell."
Before he had a chance to respond, she lowered her hips and mashed her cunt against his face. This time she was interested in more than sucking. No woman, not even Leona, had ever crouched over his face like this. He felt kinky being under her this way, but at the same time there was something exciting about it. She began grinding her crotch over his mouth and nose, using his face to massage her pussy with a deliberate rhythm. She was thoroughly wet again, and she smeared him with her slippery cunt-juice. She began widening the movements of her crotch, and then suddenly she hooked her cunt-hole on his nose and pressed her asshole against his lips. She pushed down until she had his nose deep inside her cunt.
"I haven't fucked a guy's nose in years!" she rasped. "You like doing this, don't you, darling? Is my pussy juicy enough for you? I saw you sniffing me before, but now you've got your nose all the way inside and you don't have to sniff anymore. Christ, it's good! If I just rock back and forth like this, it's as good as fucking!"
She pulled herself off his face as quickly as she had sat down on it. She made him stand up while she undressed him. She crooned and giggled as her fingers fumbled at his belt and unzipped his fly. His cock was rock-hard. She sat him down in a chair and he raised himself slightly from the seat as she pulled his pants and shorts down around his hips.
When his swollen cock sprung free, she ran her lips and nose over the huge knob. She trembled at the rank male smell of him and the tiny drops of hot fluid oozing from his piss-hole.
"It's a gorgeous cock!" she said, her eyes fixed on his throbbing cock-head. She lowered her mouth to it, and as she peeled the foreskin down from the hot stem, she fucked her tongue lightly around his cock-head to lap the salty fluid that had oozed from the tip.
He moved his hips, trying to shove his cock up into her mouth, but she avoided it. She teased him by licking her way around the hard surface of his cock-shaft. Then she took his balls, one by one, into her warm mouth.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. "No one's ever done that before!"
Popping his balls out of her mouth, she looked up at him with gleaming eyes. "Let me suck you off," she said. "We can fuck the ordinary way later, if you want, but let me have the first load down my throat."
He had no chance to discuss it. She closed her mouth over his cock-head with a slurping noise. With one hand she cupped his balls and rolled them gently around, while at the same beginning a bobbing motion of her head and rubbing her lips up and down his turgid shaft. She took his knob and shaft deeper and deeper into her throat, bobbing her head faster and faster, until he groaned and lurched and blew his load in a geyser of hot white jism.
Afterward, as he leaned back in a daze, she wiped the cum off her mouth with a fingertip and licked her finger with her tongue.
"Don't worry, honey," she said. "Your balls will make more. We've got all afternoon!"