The weeks passed.
When Toni told. Angel about her afternoon with Bobby Anderson, the blonde quickly invited Bobby over and she fucked him too. The two friends agreed the boy was a good cocksman, but they also agreed there was more fun in balling many men.
One day Toni returned home from a day in bed with a salesman in his motel room downtown. It was late, after seven, and from the lights in the house she knew that Cliff was home.
She thought hard about what she would tell him as she pulled into the two car garage and parked the car. Cliff was a good-natured man, but he had a temper when provoked. And he hated to come home and not find his dinner on the table. He didn't demand much from her, but that much he wanted.
She felt a little nervous as she entered the house. She had decided to tell him she'd lost track of the time and she was terribly sorry. She would throw her arms around him and kiss him. Sometimes she was able to put him in a good mood when she turned him on.
She felt, better when she walked into the living room and said hello. The television was on and Cliff was watching the news. He had a beer can in his hand and the newspaper was on the floor at his feet. His pleasant features were set in a grim expression.
"Where were you?" he said.
Toni rushed across the room and bent down to kiss him.
"Oh, you know how I am when I'm shopping," she said. "I just got carried away and forgot the time, I'll get dinner in a jiffy, hon. It's all ready. All I have to do is warm it up."
"Leftovers again?" he said, sipping his beer.
Toni blinked. She'd been about to push her tits against his knees, but his question took her by surprise. He'd never complained about her cooking before. Maybe he was really angry about her being late.
"It's yesterday's meatloaf," she said. "But you like it the second day."
She sat on the arm of the chair and ruffled his hair.
He smiled. "Okay, honey, don't pay any attention to me. I just had a lousy day."
She kissed him again and went to the kitchen to fix dinner. While they ate, he told her about his day and how his boss had bugged him.
"Maybe I ought to get a job," Toni said thoughtfully. A job would be a good way to meet men. It would give her unlimited opportunities.
"I'd rather you didn't," Cliff said.
"But lots of women are working nowadays," she said, becoming excited by the prospect.
"Yeah, well in my family if a woman works a guy is looked down on," he said.
"Times have, changed Cliff Mellon," she said. "Women are equal partners with their husbands. I won't hear of an argument. I'm going out tomorrow to look for a job."
"Well, if you realty want to. But only a part-rime job. And only something easy, like selling in one of those nice shops downtown." Toni blew him a kiss. "You'll see, baby," she said, clearing the dishes from the table.
"The money I make will help and it'll be nice for me to have something worthwhile to do."
Later they settled down in the living room to watch television. The telephone rang a few times. Angel called to see what they were doing and Toni told her that Cliff had greed ft was okay for her to get a job. Angel thought it was a great idea and the two friends giggled and chartered for a while.
When she returned to the sofa, Cliff took her hand. "I don't want you to get carried away with this job idea."
"What do you mean, hon?" she said.
"I still want you to be my wife."
"I don't understand."
"I want you to have my dinner on the table when I get home from work and I want you to spend the money you make on yourself. Nothing for the house or for us. In this family I'm the breadwinner. And I stay the breadwinner."
Toni cuddled against him. "You know I like it that way."
They sat in silence and watched the television show. Toni thought about what she would wear to go job-hunting. But where would she start? The newspaper. There were always ads in the newspaper for saleswomen in boutiques.
She picked up the newspaper and turned to the help-wanted page. She circled a few ads and made some notes in the margin of the paper. None of the jobs paid much, but one of them was in an elegant men's store in one of the better hotels. A men's store would be perfect, especially in a hotel. Women didn't shop for their husbands in shops like those. Salesmen, mostly traveling salesmen, shopped in those stores. And rich ones too. The hotel in which the shop was located was one of the more expensive ones. Yes, the pickings would be good.
The hours flew by, and when Cliff yawned and stretched, she knew he would soon suggest they go to bed. He always liked her to go to bed with him even if she wasn't tired. He liked to fall asleep with his arms around her and Toni liked it too. Except that tonight her mind was filled with all the things she would do in the morning and she didn't have the patience to lie in bed until Cliff fell asleep.
"How about a little fuck?" he said.
That surprised and pleased Toni. Cliff preferred to do most of their fucking on the weekend. Now he grabbed her ass and pulled her against him.
"Why sure, hon," Toni said.
Actually she was fucked out, but Cliff was usually quick and didn't ask too much from her. In fact he asked very little. Only that she lie back and let him fuck her. That was the problem with their marriage and probably lots of other marriages too.
When they arrived upstairs in their bedroom, the usual routine occurred. Cliff got undressed and Toni got undressed. She had tried in the past to vary their lovemaking. She'd tried undressing him and asked him to strip her clothes off. He simply wasn't interested and she gave up trying long ago.
Now they were both naked and Toni climbs into bed and waited. She'd been so well fucked this afternoon she didn't care if Cliff left her frustrated and horny. She pushed the covers back and absently toyed with her massive tits.
She thought about Angel. Since Toni had begun fucking around more, men seemed to find her even more attractive. Angel said it was because she gave out an aura of sexuality she hadn't given off before. Maybe Angel was right. These days when the two friends walked down the street, Toni got just as much attention as Angel. Sometimes more.
Now Toni lay in bed and turned herself on by thinking about her latest lover. He was an insurance salesman with a long thin cock and he knew how to use it. He'd fucked her ass today and she had enjoyed it so much she couldn't wait to have her asshole creamed again. Cliff would never fuck her in the ass. He thought it was a perversion.
She heard Cliff bushing his teeth in the bathroom. She knew he would gargle with mouthwash after he brushed. He was precise in his actions. Very different from herself.
When she heard the toilet flush, she knew he would soon climb into bed. She waited, her hands folded on her belly. Her pussy twitched. Even though the thrill was gone with Cliff, she still enjoyed fucking him. Sometimes.
When he finally came to bed, he predictably climbed on top of her and waited for her to take his cock in her hand. He wasn't fully hard so she pumped him a few times and soon had him erect.
He entered her and stroked a dozen times. She counted. When he was through, he curled up behind her and she waited until he was breathing regularly. Then she slowly disentangled herself from his body and climbed out of bed.
She didn't look for a job the next day. Instead she spent the afternoon in bed with the man who came to fix their hot water heater. His name was George and he was a hot blood filled with a big cock. He'd been to the house a few times, but this was the first time Toni realized he was a sexy guy. Nowadays most men looked sexy to the horny wife.
When they had fucked and sucked their fill, Toni rose up front in the bed and slipped into a robe. She went down to the kitchen to fix some drinks and snacks. They ate in bed, wolfing down their food and drinking two beers apiece.
She brought the tray of empty plates and beer cans down to the kitchen, and, when she returned, she moved close to the bed and touched George's crotch under the blanket.
"About the hot water heater," she said.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down lute the bed. He put one hand around her waist and shoved his other hand inside her robe to clutch one enormous tit.
"The heater can wait," he said.
She pulled out of his grip.
"George," she said as she moved toward the door. "If that heater isn't fixed when my husband gets home, he'll kill me."
Before she could object, George bounded out of bed and moved to her side. He grabbed her arms and she couldn't resist when he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
"On the other hand," she whispered. "First things first."
They returned to the bed and he rolled her onto her hands and knees. She felt him move behind her ass and knew what he had in mind.
"I specialize in assfucking," he said matter of factly.
"And here all this time I thought you specialized in fixing hot water heaters."
She grabbed a pillow and hugged it as he pushed his cockhead inside the cheeks of her ass. He wasn't fully hard yet, but she felt his prick throb when it lodged inside her ass crack.
She lifted her ass and twisted it. He took her hips in his hands and shoved his prick inside her ass crack.
Using one hand to hold his prick, he jabbed at her bung with his cockhead. She threw her head bock and wiggled her butt. In a moment, the knob of his prick was inside her well-lubricated asshole.
His fingers dug into her hips and he leaned over her back and dropped his prick all the way into her shit-chute. Soon the entire length of him was inside her bowels.
She was startled when he pulled out of her asshole and rather abruptly shoved his cock into her pussy.
"What are you doing?" she hissed.
"Variety is the spice of life," he said.
"Vaginal infections aren't," she said, wriggling her ass and trying to expel him, from her cunt.
"Take it easy," he said. "I wiped it off."
She decided to worry about infections later. Now she was too excited to think about it. His talented prick was buried in her curt and it felt wonderfully good.
She rotated her hips and felt her cuntlips tighten around his prick-shaft. Tiny spasms of pleasure raged through her. George pulled halfway out and then plunged in. His cock felt like a baseball bat inside her.
He moved one hand under her tits and clutched one of her massive globes. He pulled on her nipples and slammed his cock into her cunt. His balls slapped her flesh and she felt the electricity from his body to hers.
She arched her back and thrust herself at him. Every time his cock entered her, she felt a fire burn in her cunt.
Disappointment flooded her when he pulled out. She watched him stretch out on his back, his arms under his head.
"Suck it, babe," he said, reaching for a cigarette from her pack.
She liked the idea of sucking his cock after he'd been in both her holes. Without a moment's hesitation, she lay down on her belly between his legs and took his prick in her fist.
She buried her face in his crotch, relishing the smell and taste and feel of him. She used her hands to caress his balls and even moved one hand to his ass to rub his asshole.
She took his big cock between her lips and flicked her tongue over the tip. The taste of her own juices mixed with his fuck-cream. She liked the combination.
She began sucking frantically on his cock. She was satisfied at this point and didn't care if he shot off in her mouth.
"Wanna take a mouthful?" he said, inhaling deeply.
"It's okay with me," she said, swirling her tongue from the root of his prick to his cock tip.
"It's tempting to go back into your sweet little pussy." He crushed the cigarette out and smiled at her.
"It's your decision as long as you do what you came here to do."
"The beater," he grinned and she nodded vigorously.
She made a ring of her lips and used it like a cunt on his prick. She bobbed her head up and down, mouth-fucking him.
"Turn over, I wanna finish up in your cunt," he said.
She spit his prick out and knelt on her haunches. "Why don't you suck me first?"
"Another time," he said. "Get down there and let me fuck you from behind."
It's still a man's world, she said to herself as she rolled onto her belly. Actually she liked it that way. She was a strong woman and she liked a man to boss her around.
Now George cupped the lush cheeks of her ass and pulled her up to the right position for his prick. The next thing she felt was his tongue on her ass and between her legs. It felt very good to the hot housewife.
"You're very sweet, Mrs. Mellon," he said.
"It's crazy for you to call me Mrs. Mellon when you're licking my ass," she said.
His tongue-tip nudged her pussy and flicked over her clit.
"I'm still working for you," he said. "When I'm through, I'm gonna have to give you a bill."
"I don't mind," she said. Sweet Jesus, his tongue felt good on her pussy!
He spread her cuntlips open. He shoved his tongue inside her and licked all the surrounding flesh.
He tried to ram his tongue inside her cunthole, but was unsuccessful. Suddenly she had a mad desire to have his cock inside her. She turned her head and frantically pushed her cunt at his mouth.
"I'd rather be fucked," she gasped.
His saliva dripped into her ass crack. He chuckled, and then a moment later she felt his cock enter her. She bucked her ass and used her cunt-muscles to clutch him tightly.
"Fucking tight cunt!" he hissed.
"Make it hard and deep," she said.
When the telephone rang, she ignored it. She was on fire and George was doing a lovely job as a fireman.
"Are you almost there?" he said.
"Almost?" She hated to be asked that. A man should know when a woman was there.
George drilled his prick deep inside the cunt. Then [missing text].
Her head slammed into the pillow from the force his thrust. She fell as if she were being split in two with his prick and she didn't mind in the least. She came again when he and the sensations were better than their last fuck. At the end, he collapsed on top of her and her tits were crushed against the bed.
"Okay, okay, I'm gonna go down to the basement," he said a while later when they climbed wearily out of bed and began dressing.
Toni glanced at the clock on the bureau. Four o'clock. Oh, damn, she'd promised Cliff a special dinner tonight. She hadn't even shopped for groceries and there was nothing in the house to cook. She hadn't planned on spending the entire afternoon in bed with George. Where did the time go?