"Oh, Carl, honey," Mandy Buckley moaned disappointedly as she reached out for the hulking shoulders of her husband. "Please don't go yet, darling. I want you to stay in bed with me for awhile."
She grazed his hard, naked flesh with her long fingernails, feeling her pussy beginning to drool with desire.
"You really don't have to leave just yet, do you, honey? You've hardly been home lately at all. You've been working so hard at the office coming home so to… leaving so early in the morning, like now. You can't go on this way, darling. I'm concerned about you," Mandy murmured.
Carl leaned over and grabbed his shoes, unable to look at his wife. He knew that she was feeling not only horny but also concerned for him and he almost choked on the guilt he felt.
"Besides, Carl," Mandy continued, "it's been so long since we, uh, made love. We've never gone this long without a fuck before. Couldn't you just stay long enough for a little quickie this morning, darling?"
Carl shook his head and, walking over to the bureau, he scooped a pair of socks out of the top drawer. "Sounds good, honey, but I can't. I have an early business meeting," he said, still unable to look into his wife's innocent eyes.
The truth of the matter was that as much as he loved and desired his beautiful wife, he was so consumed with guilt that he could hardly look at Mandy these days, much less fuck her. His sister, Cathy, had been in town over a week now and Carl had fucked her every chance he got.
He fucked her early in the morning before going to the office. He fucked her during his lunch breaks. He fucked her for long hours after work before finally returning home to his faithful, unsuspecting wife. The more the man fucked his sister, the more he needed to fuck her. There seemed to be no end to the obsession he felt for her and her gorgeous little pussy.
And now, even though he would not give up his incestuous fuck sessions with Cathy for anything or anyone, he felt so torn apart by what his neglect of his wife was doing to her that he wasn't even sure he could get it up for Mandy, something he had never had any trouble with before.
And there was yet another reason why Carl was avoiding any sexual contact with his wife. As neglected and lonely and horny as Mandy was obviously feeling, Carl knew that she had not once suspected that he was being unfaithful to her. But he knew her well enough to know that if he fucked her she would know it at once.
The couple had been married for too many years for Mandy not to sense a change in her husband when they fucked. Of course, she couldn't know that her husband had been fucking his own sister. But she would know immediately that he had been fucking someone else, and she would be terribly, perhaps irrevocably hurt. It might destroy their marriage and tear their family apart, and Carl simply could not afford to take that chance.
"What's wrong, Carl?" Mandy asked now, her tone soft and sad as she watched her husband gathering his clothes.
Carl glanced in her direction and saw her sigh long and deeply. Her sigh made her high round tits rise and fall erotically beneath the sheet and he felt a familiar ache in his balls.
"Nothing's wrong, honey. Why?" he asked, feeling guiltier by the minute.
"Something must be wrong! We used to fuck all the time. Now, for about the last week or so, you act as if I'm poison or something! Please tell me what's wrong!" she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears.
Unable to stand there another minute and see the torment he was causing his wife, Carl turned and headed for the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and turned the shower on full blast.
Oh God, what's happening to our marriage? Mandy asked herself. The sound of the shower water blasted out from the bathroom and she shook her head in bewilderment. He's never treated me this way, she thought, half angry and half depressed. We haven't fucked in over a week now and he hardly looks at me anymore. Is it me? She questioned herself as she rose from the bed and stood before the full-length mirror, examining her naked body.
The mirror revealed a sleek, voluptuous figure. Her tits were firm and rode high on her soft, curvy body. Her nipples were unusually large and dark against the creamy-white flesh of her tits. Her waist was narrow, her legs long and slender, and her pussy fur was the same golden shade as the hair on her head.
Her mouth was full and sensual and right now, her lips were parted, wet. From the top of her head to the toes on her feet, the woman ached for sex.
She couldn't remember ever feeling so horny before. She hadn't been horny at all for a long time. Until recently, her husband had always been more than ready and eager to fuck her. In fact, usually it was Mandy who had had to beg off from all the fucking he wanted because his huge prick made her pussy ache. But right now she would have given anything to feel that familiar pain tearing through her pussy as his huge prick attacked her little cunthole.
She sighed again, running her fingertips over the rise in her left tit and fingering the nip, which grew hard at once. She raised her other hand and pinched both of her nipples, making them hard as rocks.
Her pussy was hot and getting hotter by the second. She closed her eyes and thought about the huge hunk of cock flesh in the shower. The water was rushing over his muscular body. Thick streams of hot, steamy water were winding down his beefy biceps and running off his hard thighs. She could almost see the water droplets on his broad, hairy back and chest.
And she could see, in her mind's eye, the huge cock plumping up under the pressure of the water. She reached down and felt the moist, puffy lips of her pink cunt. They grew hotter and more swollen under her massaging fingers.
Her clit began to stiffen. It poked out from the warm, moist flesh of its protective sheath. She moaned softly and fingered it, her eyes closed, her mind on the handsome man in the shower.
Mandy rolled her hips from side to side and felt the heat from her cunt radiate out to her aroused. There was nothing in the world she craved so deeply now as her husband's touch. She craved his manly touch on her full, stiff nips. On her hot, wet cunt flesh. On her jerking clit. Even up her tight asshole. Anywhere and everywhere!
She stuck three fingers up her pussy and began pumping them in slow, determined motions, letting out a series of low moans at the same time. Her lust for Carl was making her feel weak in the knees. She could feel the hot cunt sauce trickling out of her pussy slit.
She scooped it up and then licked it off her fingers, moaning with excitement, as she tasted her juice. Damn him! She thought angrily. Damn Carl! There's nothing wrong with me! Why doesn't the bastard want to fuck me anymore?
She was not a vain woman but she could not help but realize that everywhere she went, heads turned to look at her. All the men in town stared at her whenever she passed by and they reacted strongly to her beauty and obvious sexuality.
She knew that they wanted her and that they fantasized about fucking her. She liked the idea of them going home and beating their meat while they thought about her.
And Carl had always been proud of her sex appeal.
"I like my wife to look sexy," he had told her many times. "I don't get jealous like other guys might. I like people to notice what I have on my arm."
He had even suggested that she wear very sexy clothes in public and she had eagerly agreed, finding it terribly exciting to be turning strangers on while she was arousing her husband.
Their sex had always been wild and uninhibited. Over the years, they had learned how to give each other the most pleasure and they had experimented with every possible position and style of lovemaking. They fucked in the shower, on the floor, on top of their kitchen table, in movie theaters, and once, finding themselves alone in the rear of the church, they had even fucked there.
Often, before they fucked, Mandy would do a strip tease for Carl to a tape of raunchy, seductive music. As a gymnastic-instructor, Mandy had a supple body and was an excellent dancer. She had even studied belly dancing and treated her husband to a display of back bends, full splits and seductive prancing, naked under a few thin veils, which Carl eagerly pulled off of her while she danced teasingly before him.
At her husband's suggestion, Mandy had studied the art of massage and she rubbed him down like a pro, using every part of her body on every part of his body. She massaged him with her toes and ran her nipples up and down his back. She coated his flesh with love oils and rubbed her entire naked body against his until he begged her to let him fuck her.
She covered his massive cock with honey or jam and licked it off with her eager tongue. She rubbed whipped cream on his balls and sucked it off. He had often told her he could never hope for a wilder, more satisfying fuck-partner than Mandy. She had never denied him and she had always been ready and willing to perform any sexual act he wanted.
But now he was ignoring her and she didn't know what to do about it. She let out a heartfelt sigh and plugged her pussy harder. Her hand didn't give her half the pleasure Carl's cock always did, but her fingers felt hot and exciting up inside her wet, gushing cunt.
She closed her eyes again and pretended that it was Carl's fingers inside her pussy. He had such big, rough, muscular fingers. He would wiggle them around inside her, shoving them in and out of the tight hole and she would beg him for more. And she would get it too. In the form of his long, and thick prick.
"Ohhh, yes, Carl," she moaned as she pumped her fingers more furiously in and out of her horny little pussy.
She heard her husband singing in the shower now and she moaned, remembering all the times she had joined him in the shower. She would work up lather with the bar of soap and take his cock in her hands, coating it with the sudsy goo. When his prick was good and hard, she would lean against the corner of the tiled shower and spread her legs.
Carl would grin as he guided his cock up the spread cunt lips and shoved it up her cunt hole. They would fuck for long moments before finally coming together.
Nobody could hold a hard-on like Carl. He was able to last just as long as she wanted him to, keeping it up for hours at a time. And he always seemed to find just the right angle of fucking to make her all but lose her mind before he even had his prick shaft all the way up her cunt bole.
Carl loved fucking his wife in the shower so much that he had installed a special towel rack for her to hold onto so she could bend over and take his cock dog-style.
The combination of hot, steamy water on her back and Carl's thick, hard, and pulsating cock up her cunt turned her mind inside out… While she held onto the towel rack, Carl gripped her tits, pinching her nipple painfully but pleasurably as he dog-fucked her.
Over the years, the husband auf wife had worked out a special way of fucking to various rhythms. That, Carl would start fucking his wife on a certain beat, often picking the rhythm from the tape or radio that they played while they fucked. He would pump his cock in and out of he in any rhythm he heard. And Mandy, in turn, would grind her hips to his beat. Their harmonious fucking was enough to make the woman's pussy boil.
When she felt especially turned on, Mandy would bend her supple back over and reach through her open legs, taking hold of his cock-base. She would ride his rigid fuck-pole like that, holding onto the base of his cock while he pumped his cock in and out of her hot, buttery cunt.
Carl would wrap one hand about her waist and brace himself against the shower wall. This position always guaranteed them a wild ride as his prick in and out of her and she moaned and begged for more.
He would fuck her relentlessly as the steam filled the bathroom and the sound of the rushing water drowned out the sounds of her moans and his primitive grunts of pleasure.
Now Mandy folded her knees against her big, full tits and her cunt splayed open wider this position. Her knees rubbed against her nipples, enhancing her sexual pleasure.
She worked her nips in brisk circles, rubbing them until they stood up stiffly. She fingered her clit, strumming it to a full, throbbing erection.
God! she thought heatedly. Why can't Carl just walk in here right now and see me all spread out and panting and ready for a good fuck?
"Oh, Carl," she moaned aloud as she pumped her fingers in and out of her creamy pussy slit. She massaged her nips with her knees and fucked herself over and over while the water ran full blast from the next room.
Inside the shower, Carl stood there jerking himself off. He knew that he would be fucking his sister in less than half an hour but he had gotten so horny lying next to his wife and hearing her beg him to fuck her that he just had to give himself a fast hand-job before going to Cathy's hotel.
He fisted his prick shaft and stroked the wide, beefy stalk, closing his eyes and groaning with pleasure as he began to pump his fist faster and faster.
While he beat his meat, he pretended that it was Mandy's hand on his cock and he groaned again, only wishing it was true. If it weren't for the guilt!
His entire body bunched forward as he jerked himself off. His big hard cock was tilted toward the ceiling at a lewd angle as he ran his muscular hand up and down the full length of his cock meat.
The big blue vein that ran the full length of his prick shaft throbbed fiercely as he stroked his cockrod. He worked the head of his prick for a few minutes and then worked his fist up and down the full hard cockmeat.
Using short, brisk strokes now, the man worked himself closer and closer to the orgasm that was just out of reach. His balls tightened up and shook and he pictured himself fucking his huge hard prick up Mandy's pussy.
He jerked his thick cock faster and harder, moving his hand quickly up and down, feeling his cockmeat throbbing harder and harder.
"Awww, shit," he grunted as a white jet of cum shot from his prick.
Wad after wad of the thick goo exploded from his prick and it cascaded down the shower tiles in thick, creamy gobs. He pictured Mandy licking it off and he groaned again.
Mandy was sitting on the edge of the bed still naked, when her husband wafted in fully dressed now. She had finger-fucked herself to two orgasms but somehow her little pussy was no more satisfied than before. She knew that she needed a cock, a big hard cock. Only then could she feel satisfied.
"I guess it's time that I got going, honey," Carl murmured, not looking directly at his wife as he walked by her.
"I think we need to talk," Mandy said, her voice so hushed that Carl could hardly hear her words.
"I'd like to, honey," he said, kissing her gently on the forehead, "but you know how it is. No time right now."
"But this is really important, Carl. I think our marriage is in real trouble," Mandy said, her tone still so soft that there was no hint of the turmoil she felt inside her.
"I think you're exaggerating," Carl said, feeling a jolt of fear stab into his stomach. There was no way he could give up fucking his sister but he couldn't handle the idea of losing Mandy either.
Mandy felt tears gathering in her eyes once again. She felt hurt and confused – and angry, too. So angry that she wanted to yell and scream out her rage. But she thought about their son, Will, and she fought to control her impulse.
"All right, Carl. We won't talk… not now, anyway. But I'm warning you… we need to work things out," Mandy said firmly.
The severity of her tone made Carl look at her. Their eye contact didn't last long for the tears he saw in her eyes and the guilt that continued to overwhelm him made him look away. He cleared his throat, feeling very, very uncomfortable.
"Okay, Carl," Mandy continued, "we'll put our talk off until tonight. But if you don't come home early tonight so we can… I'm warning you… I don't know what I'll do but I'll make you pay. I have my needs too, you know, and I'm getting tired of the way you've been ignoring me lately. I mean it. I want you home early tonight!"
"I don't think loan make it home until late tonight," Carl said, hating himself as he spoke the words but knowing that they were true. He was a captive of his lust for his sister, and he knew with certainty that as long as she was in town, he would be with her every chance they got… in her bed… fucking her.
"I can't understand that!" Mandy cried, forgetting her resolve to keep her voice down so their son wouldn't hear their argument. "After everything I've just said to you… you tell me that you won't be home until late?"
"I can't help it, Mandy," Carl said, throwing his hands out in a gesture of helplessness. And it was true. To have his soul the man couldn't help it.
"You bastard!" Mandy screamed, her eyes blazing with rage.
"Mom! Dad!" a familiar voice said through the bedroom door. "What's going on? Is everything okay in there?"
Husband and wife stood silently, facing each other. Mandy flashed a hostile look in Carl's direction as she turned and picked up her nightgown from the foot of the bed. She hurried to the door and opened it a crack.
Staring out, she saw the young, tanned face of her good-looking son.
"I'm sorry, Will, honey," she said softly, smiling warmly at the teenager. "I know, we were getting a little loud but everything is fine. Why don't you go on downstairs and put the water on for coffee? I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Sure, Mom," Will said.
Mandy closed the door and turned to face her husband again.
"He's not used to us fighting, Carl. He's used to us making out like crazy in front of the television set. And he's used to us sending him on some phony errand, anything to get him out of the house so we can fuck in front of the fireplace. And that's what I'm used to, too, Carl. Don't you understand? A week without fucking for you and me… it's just not natural! It's not us. And the way you've been avoiding looking at me…"
"I gotta go," Carl said, unable to listen any longer to the words he knew were true.
"Carl…" Mandy said in a voice so grave that Carl pawed, his hand on the bedroom door, his back to her.
"I meant what I said earlier. If you don't come home early tonight so we can talk, I won't be responsible for my actions," Mandy said.
"I can't, Mandy. I wish I could, but I just can't," Carl said as he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
"Then you can go to hell!" Mandy cried at her husband's retreating back.