Elizabeth did not intend to let her husband fuck her the next morning, because she wanted to be horny when the teenagers arrived. But she saw no reason not to get fucked that night, as soon as he got home from the office, where he worked harder than she had previously supposed. When it was time to expect him, she went to the bedroom, took all her clothing off and lay down with her legs apart. A few minutes later, she heard the door open and close.
"I'm home, beloved."
Elizabeth did not reply.
Carl began running about the house, fearing that his wife had packed up and left him. But when he ran into the bedroom, he saw she had not gone at all – and looked very much as if she wanted to fuck, instead.
Maybe she really had been turned on, instead of angered, by having caught him with Cathy!
Looking sheepish, he said: "About this afternoon, darling…"
"I don't want to hear it."
"It was just a momentary lapse," he continued. "I never did anything like that before, nor will I again. You see, Cathy was sitting on my lap, taking dictation and – well, I was thinking of you, my darling, of your sweet cunt – and naturally, with you in mind, my cock got hard. It was just an accident that my cock happened to slip into Cathy's cunt, you see."
"Oh?" Elizabeth said, raising an imperious eyebrow.
"I know that sounds incredible, but it's the God's honest truth. After all, I don't take you for a fool – I would never make up such a ridiculous story, would I?"
"Carl, I do not intend to castigate you. There will be no recriminations. My revenge," she paused and smiled at him. "My revenge will be taken appropriately."
"Darling!" he squawked. "You'd not be untrue to me?"
"Time will tell," she said. "But for the time being, Carl – I will allow you to fuck me. If your secretary has left you enough energy."
Oh, what a sweet, understanding, tolerant wife he had! Carl was filled with love for her – and his balls, although well used during the day, filled with a brand new load of cum. Her pussy drew him like a magnet, as if his prick were a lodestone. How silly he was to waste cum on his dumb blonde secretary, when he had such a wife at home!
Carl whipped his clothing off.
His prick came up like a crane.
He mounted his wife and fucked the cock meat to her, holding steady for a moment and then starting to fuck into her cunt with long, corkscrewing fuck-strokes. His ass bounced and his heavy balls swung in, whacking against her upthrust ass. When he tried to kiss her, she turned her face to the side, as if still angry with him – but she was fucking with enthusiasm, meeting him fuck-stroke for fuck-stroke. Her lips might be rejecting his, in her indignation, but her pussy was sucking his cock in with rare desire. Cunt juice sprayed out as his fat fucker filled her pussy. She arched her back and lacked her elegant legs around his haunches, riding him from below, grinding out her fuck lust with fiery passion.
He noticed that her eyes were closed.
Usually she looked at him when they fucked, enjoying the visual aspects of lovemaking. He supposed that now she must be remembering what had happened in his office – that she must be thinking of Carl fucking Cathy and getting her jollies by fantasizing about it.
How was Carl to know that, behind those closed eyelids, Elizabeth was pretending that this brawny, hairy man fucking into her cunt was a slender, smooth-skinned youth?
He squirted his jism into her pussy in heavy jets.
Her cunt churned with her own orgasm.
Panting, Carl slowly stopped fucking.
"Do it again," Elizabeth demanded.
So this was to be his punishment! She was going to make him fuck her time and again, emptying his balls so thoroughly that he would have not a drop of cum or a bit of hard cock left for his secretary! It was not the sort of punishment that Carl feared.
He fucked her again.
They spent the rest of the afternoon and a good deal of the evening fucking. They paused a few times to rest, and Elizabeth opened some tins for dinner and they watched half an hour of television, but basically it was a prolonged session of fucking.
Carl, thinking that he was wise to his wife's scheme, expected her to demand more fucking in the morning, to make sure that he had nothing at all left to take to the office.
But Elizabeth surprised him.
Carl, waking first, began to rub her tits. She moaned in her sleep and her cunt began to get juicy. But when he moved to mount her, she came fully awake and rejected him.
Elizabeth found herself in a bind.
His caresses had made her horny even before she had awakened, and she felt like fucking – but she did not want to come. She wanted to save her first orgasm of the day for Jimmy or Brenda. She was determined not to even give herself a finger-fucking. So she would not allow Carl to fuck her cunt before he left for work.
She contemplated asking him to suck her off.
But if she came on his tongue, it would be the same as coming in the course of a fuck, and she was determined to save her first climax of the day.
On the other hand, she certainly did not want her husband to save any climaxes or any cum to pour into his secretary, so she had to do something about his big, booming hard-on.
Should she suck him off?
The idea was appealing and his prick looked as delicious as ever. She could drink his cumload, depriving his secretary of it while, at the same time, letting her cunt get fiery hot without coming, herself. She started to suck his cock. Her mouth was already open, ready to slurp his cock in. But then she hesitated.
Just as she wanted to save her cunt, she wanted to save her mouth, as well. She hoped she would soon get a chance to suck off horny Jimmy, and that treat would not be as wonderful if she had already had a mouthful of prick that morning. She wanted her mouth to be watering and drooling, just as she wanted her cunt hot and wet.
Poised over Carl's loins, she gazed down at his cock and balls, belly and thighs. He was big and hairy. But she was drooling for a smooth skinned teenager.
She turned away again.
Carl was distraught.
"I got to unload my cum somewhere, honey," he said. He didn't mention his secretary, but the threat was there.
Elizabeth was thinking hard. She could just jerk him off, she supposed, but that seemed an awfully immature sort of thing for a married woman to do to her husband. If only she had another fuck hole.
Her eyes went wide with an idea.
It was the perfect solution! She could allow Carl to spill his cum-load into her and, at the same time, keep both her hungry mouth and her burning pussy filled with desire for Jimmy!
"Carl?" she purred.
"Yeah?" he asked eagerly, sensing from her tone of voice that she was not about to reject him.
"Why don't you fuck my asshole?" she asked, delicately.
Carl was stunned. Elizabeth's asshole was, he assumed, virgin.
In fact, in her wild and wanton youth, Elizabeth had had a few pricks up her ass and she had always rather enjoyed it – especially during a gang bang, when her mouth and her cunt were full of hot cock at the same time.
But she didn't want Carl to know about her former indiscretions, so she said: "I've never tried ass-fucking, of course, as you know – but I've heard that it's a nice variation. Do you want to?"
Carl squinted, wondering if she had any devious reasons for the request. He was willing to bet that she did. Maybe she figured that, if his cock was stained from her shit chute, he would not be inclined to let his dutiful secretary suck his cock. That was probably it. He almost laughed, thinking how silly she was being – for he could always give his prick a good soaping in the bathroom at the office, if he happened to feel like a secretarial blow-job. But there was no need to mention that to Elizabeth – and the idea of fucking his wife in the ass was thrilling.
"Sure, honey – if you like," he said.
Elizabeth rolled over. Not facing him, she could keep her eyes open as she made believe it was a smooth-skinned, hairless teenager fucking her asshole.
"Tell me if it hurts," he said.
"It won't," she said. "I mean, I hope it won't."
She grinned impishly. It hadn't even hurt the first time she'd had an asshole full of prick!
Carl snuggled up behind her. He placed his hands on the cheeks of her trim ass and spread them apart, looking down at the little brown bud he was about to plunder. Her asshole certainly didn't look wide enough to allow his fat cock up there, he thought dubiously. Christ! He hoped he didn't wind up with a skinned prick! Still, it seemed well worth the risk. He knew that her asshole would be a lot tighter than her cunt and, if he could manage to work his way up there, the sensation would be wonderful.
He touched the tip of his swollen cock rod to her ass.
He pushed gently and tentatively.
Carl was amazed at how easily her asshole parted. The tip of his cock slipped in easily. He pushed again and the whole big, wedge-shaped knob of his cock vanished up her ass. Her asshole clamped closed around his prick shaft, collaring him behind the prick head.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Ummm," she purred. "I mean, it hurts, of course, being the first time I've ever had a cock up there – but I can bear it."
Carl felt a surge of pride that his wife was so brave, so willing to venture into the unknown realms of buggery.
He fed her another inch of prick.
The fat, cock head forged a passage, spreading her taut asshole out and blazing the trail for the long, thick fuck rod that followed. Elizabeth began to squirm happily as she enjoyed the sensation of having a hot, bloated cock head fucking gradually into her bowels. It was a pleasure that she had been without for too long. She'd forgotten how nice ass-fucking felt. He pushed another two inches of cock into her ass and her ass muscles began to relax and spread, accepting his cock at first, and then starting to actively fuck on his prick.
Carl moaned with the delightful sensation of having her asshole start to wring his prick. It felt as if she were sucking his cock right up towards her belly.
Holding her by the hips, he shoved harder and fucked every inch of his cock up her asshole. His balls were jammed into her sodden crotch and his hairy belly was tight against the curve of her ass.
"Okay, honey?" he asked, afraid that he might have injured her with that last fuck thrust and hoping not – for this was a new treat and he wanted to enjoy it to the end.
"It feels lovely," she purred.
Carl began to fuck her ass with gusto.
His first fuck-strokes were slow but then her tight ass channel adjusted fully and he was able to lance his prick in with as much fluid speed as if he'd been fucking her slippery cunt. He held her hips steady and fucked in, then shifted his hands to her tits and mauled those ripe globes, pulling on the nipples and massaging the tit mounds. Her ass was dancing and fucking on his ass-reamer.
Carl wondered if his wife could come, this way.
She had no sensitive clit in her ass. Being a thoughtful man – and not realizing that Elizabeth was determined not to come – he slid his hand down to her pussy and began to rub her clit. She moaned and let him caress her tingling clit for a moment, then she pulled his hand away, knowing that a scant few seconds of that would have her hovering at the peak and unable to resist a climax.
Carl fucked in relentlessly, panting like a steam engine, his big prick driving like a piston.
Her ass and hips were buffeted on his fuck thrusts, tilting and twisting. Her ass guts seemed to be sucking on his cock-knob and her asshole was smothering his cock shaft in a velvet vice.
"Come," she whimpered. "Oh! I want to feel your hot, thick jism pour into my ass!"
Coming was the object of the game, as of most games, and Carl started to pour the cock to her with redoubled vigor. His balls swelled up to alarming proportion as they filled with cum. His cock was expanding, spreading her asshole wider and fucking even deeper.
He howled with wild joy.
Elizabeth felt his hot cum flood her ass guts. It felt so lovely that she almost came, herself.
He fucked away, draining his cock and balls to the dregs, shooting load after load of his jism into her ass. At last, spent, he slumped down behind her. She sighed happily. Carl didn't understand what she had got out of it. He certainly wouldn't have fancied having a fat prick stuck up his ass. But still, that was what made the difference between the sexes, he reasoned – and if a woman has a hole, any hole, she naturally wants it to be stuffed full of cock.
His prick was softening and shrinking in her ass.
He pulled his cock out slowly. Elizabeth turned over, smiling contentedly. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.
"We'll have to fuck that way more often," she said.
"Sure – but was it good for you, too? I mean – did you came?"
Elizabeth gave him a mysterious look. "Not yet," she said. "But I will." Carl misunderstood. He reached for her, intending to bring her to a climax with his hands or, if she liked, his tongue. But she shook her head.
"You mustn't be late for work," she told him.
She bent down and took his soiled prick into her lips and gave it a nice wet suck. Then she lay back, relaxed and smiling with… was it anticipation?
Carl was bemused. He could only suppose that she wanted to stay horny all day, so that she would enjoy it more when he got home from work and threw a fuck into her.
What else could that strange smile imply.