Vicki woke up long before the alarm dock went off. The sheet was twisted between her legs and she rubbed her swollen tits and moaned sleepily. She knew why she had awakened so early. The nearness of Pete's body was making her pussy twitch again and causing the dull ache in her pussy.
Vicki snuggled up closer to Pete. She remembered what day it was and she shivered a little. Today was the day that Pete left on the two-week run with Hank.
"Mmmmmm," Vicki protested, not wanting to wake up all the way. It felt wonderful to rub her tits against her husband's strong arm. If only Pete would wake up in a good mood… a sexy mood. Vicki was just dying for a fuck.
Pete grumbled sleepily. He felt Vicki's body press up against his and he rolled away from the heat of her body. Even though he was still half asleep, he knew what she wanted. That was all Vicki ever seemed to want. Pete just wasn't in the mood for fucking. He rolled to the far side of the bed and tried to drift back off to sleep. He didn't see how Vicki could want more fucking again this morning. They'd just done it last night. Once a week ought to be enough for any woman. Pete was beginning to think that there was something wrong with Vicki. She never seemed to be satisfied.
Vicki felt Pete draw away from her. She sighed out of frustration. There was no use trying to wake Pete up and get him to fuck her. That would only make him mad. Pete had definite notions on what a new wife should need. Vicki had found that out. Pete thought that fucking more than once a week was a sign of sinfulness. Pete thought a lot of things were sinful, including wives working. Vicki was beginning to wonder why she had ever married Pete. He didn't seem so straight where they were going together. He didn't mind her working then. Their marriage had changed all that though. Now Pete seemed to think that Vicki should stay home and spend her days doing housework and sewing. She was permitted to do volunteer work at the church too.
Vicki sighed again as she thought of her dreams before she had married Pete. She was planning on going to school at night and taking a course in how to be a legal secretary. The job sounded fascinating. Vicki loved to be in the middle of things, busy and on her own. Married to Pete had put a definite crimp in her plans. Pete had positively forbidden her going to school. He said it wasn't proper for a married woman to seek a career.
Vicki tried to think of something more pleasant. She supposed site ought to be happy. Pete was a good husband in most ways. He didn't drink and he didn't fool around with other women. He brought home all his paycheck too. Somehow though, that didn't help Vicki's uneasiness about her marriage. She knew that there was something wrong but she wasn't quite sure what it was. Maybe Pete was right. Perhaps she was expecting too much of marriage.
Vicki grimaced as she thought about that other problem that was bothering her more and more lately. She was convinced that she was a nympho. Fucking with Pete once a week just didn't seem to be enough for her. It wasn't that she didn't like fucking with Pete. It was fine, she guessed. But she never felt those wild thrills the other married women talked about. The sky didn't brighten and she didn't hear rockets or see colon dancing in front of her eyes. Maybe that was why her pussy was so demanding all the time. She warded to feel those marvelous feelings that everyone else talked about. Vicki thought that if she kept trying, she might have an orgasm with Pete.
Vicki's face burned as she thought about sex. She guessed it was wicked of her to keep asking Pete for it. She should be content and satisfied with what he gave her. She wasn't though. Vicki wasn't satisfied at all. Maybe she expected too much from fucking. She had been a virgin when Pete married her. She didn't really have any idea of what fucking was supposed to be like. Maybe what she'd heard about tingles and thrills and ecstasy had been just talk.
"Ooooh, darn!" Vicki breathed softly. She could feel her tits throbbing again. Her nipples were swollen where they were rubbing against the sheet and her pussy itched something awful. She wished that she could talk Pete into fucking her again before he left. That was impossible though. Pete had made that clear last night.
Vicki's finger plucked at the rosy nubs of her tits. They stood straight up and quivered, pulsing and throbbing. She had the terribly naughty desire to press them to Pete's face and make him suck them. That was terrible! She knew that nice girls didn't do things like that.
Pete mumbled something in his sleep and Vicki's body tensed. She hoped he wasn't awake. It would be terrible if he caught her pinching her own nipples. Pete wasn't awake though. His eyes were closed and he was sound asleep. He was only dreaming.
Vicki's slim fingers trailed down her body. She knew it was sinful, touching herself right in front of Pete. It was sinful to do it at all, but doing it in the same bed with her husband was doubly sinful. The ache in her pussy was too strong to ignore though. Vicki just had to stroke her quivering pussyflesh with her fingers.
Vicki thought about her wedding night. She had been so excited. She was sure that fucking with Pete was going to be wonderful. She shivered as she remembered her lusty feelings as she waited in her new nightgown. Pete was in the bathroom when she undressed for bed. Vicki knew that she looked sexy. Her nightgown was filmy and it was the kind that you could sec right through. She trembled as she waited for Pete to finish his shower. She could hardly wait to lose her cherry.
When Pete came into the room, she was ready for him. She hugged him tightly when he crawled under the sheets and pressed her body up against his. Then she kissed him eagerly, expecting him to rip the nightgown from her body and fuck her.
When Pete didn't take off her nightgown, Vicki pulled it off herself. She snuggled right up against him and nuzzled the side of his neck. At first she was a little worried about Pete's lack of interest in her. Then she realized that he must be holding back, trying to be considerate of her feelings.
"Let's do it," she giggled, grabbing his hand and putting it right on her tit. "I want you to fuck me, Pete. I can hardly wait."
Pete had rolled her over almost dutifully. He spread his legs and sighed as his cock pressed up against her moist, quivering pussymound.
"We… we could wait until tomorrow," he suggested. "I know you're probably nervous and everything, honey."
"Oh, no!" Vicki exclaimed. "I want to do it now. I'm not nervous, honey… really! I can hardly wait to try it."
Pete sighed. He held his cock in his hand and aimed it right at her cunt. When he started to shove it forward, Vicki held her breath. Dizzying waves of sensation rippled through her body. Pete's cock was so hard and big. Her little pussy flooded as it bumped up against her cuntmouth and tried to go in.
"Shove it in, Pete!" Vicki insisted. "Just do it… I don't, care if it hurts. I want to do it anyway."
Where Pete's dock pressed against her pussy, there was a spot of heat. It felt like his cock was burning her pussy. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation though. It was exciting to Vicki. She could hardly wait to feel that long hard thing in her cunt. She just knew she was going to love it. She knew that sex was supposed to be lots of fun.
Vicki held her breath as Pete plunged harder. There was a faint pop deep in her pussy and his cock slid all the way in. Her virgin pussy hurt a little as it stretched out to accommodate his big cock. There was a feeling of tightness coupled with an excited yearning deep in her cunt.
Pete seemed surprised that his cock had gone in so easily. He was pleased though. Vicki saw his grin of pleasure. Then Pete grabbed her tightly and started to work his cock in and out of her tiny pulsing hole.
"Oooooh," Vicki moaned. It was beginning to feel just fine now that her pussy had stretched out.
Pete stopped suddenly. "Am I honing you?" he asked, his voice low and strained.
"Nooooo," Vicki moaned. "You're not hurting me at all, honey. It feels just fine. I really like it."
Pete went back to pulling his cock in and out. He did it four or five times quickly and then he let out a strange sounding yelp.
"What happened?" Vicki asked, feeling a throbbing sensation in her pussy and a wet warmth spreading out at the back of her trembling cuntchannel. "Is there something wrong, Pete?"
Pete took a long time about answering. He was breathing hard and it took him a moment to catch his breath.
"There's nothing wrong," he said at last. "How did you like it, honey? Was that good?"
Vicki gasped suddenly. Now she understood why her pussy was so wet and warm. Pete had come already. His cock had hosed right up her pussy and it was all over. Nothing had happened to her though. She hadn't felt any of the thrills that she'd heard about.
"That was… just wonderful, honey!" Vicki said, crossing her fingers for lying. "It… it's really fun, isn't it?"
Pete chuckled. "You'll like it better once you get used to it," he said proudly. "It's never as much fun the first time for a girl. You just wait until the next time we do it. You'll like it even more then."
Vicki had smiled. That sounded like a reasonable explanation. She fell asleep holding Pete's hand dreaming of the time that she would feel all those wonderful thrills.
Vicki still felt disappointed when she remembered her expectations. It never had gotten much better. She got better at pretending to be satisfied, but those thrills never came. Vicki tried to fuck with Pete every chance she got. She read somewhere that a woman had to get used to her lover before she had orgasms. That didn't seem to work in her case though. The more she tried, the more frustrated she got. She finally had to go back to playing with her clit the way she used to do when she was in school.
Vicki shivered in the early morning light. She almost wished that Pete would wake up and find her using her fingers on her pussy. Maybe he'd be tempted to slap her hand away and do it to her himself.
Vicki's fingers twirled over her straining clitty. She flicked the erect button back and forth and her pussy flashed heatedly. Maybe she was a wicked girl for feeling her pussy with her fingers but she had to do something. The ache in Vicki's pussy got so bad sometimes, she thought she'd go crazy if she didn't have some way of taking care of it.
"Mmmmmmm," Vicki groaned. She spread her legs out widely so that her fingers would have plenty of room to work. She wanted to give her pussy a good come before Pete woke up. Maybe then she could be in a good mood to say goodbye to him.
Vicki's fingers swirled faster and faster. Her breath sputtered out in little hot gasps and the bed began to shake a little as her fingers picked up speed.
"Fuck me!" Vicki gasped. "Fuck me hard!"
Vicki didn't know what she was saying. She just knew that she wanted someone to fuck her. It didn't do any good to plead with Pete. She tried to imagine another man fucking her. A man like Hank, Stella's husband. Hank would be a good lover, Vicki was sure of that. Stella always looked very happy when Hank was home. Vicki was sure that Stella didn't have the problem she had with Pete. Vicki wished she knew Stella a little better. Then she could ask Stella some of the questions that were bothering her. She could ask her if it was normal to want as much fucking as she did.
Vicki thought about a nice stiff cock sliding into her nipping pussy. She rimmed the mouth of her pussy with one slim finger. Then she held her breath and plunged it in. It felt so wonderful that Vicki added another finger. Now there were two fingers squishing and thrusting into her creamy cunt. Still that wasn't as big as a cock. Vicki added a third finger and plunged that in too. That felt just right. With three fingers thrusting into her quivering cunt, Vicki could pretend that a nice big, stiff cock was fucking her to orgasm.
The straining bump of Vicki's clit tingled demandingly. Vicki reached down with her other hand and flicked her clitty. That made her fingers feel even better in her moist pussy. The harder she jiggled her clit, the harder her pussy nipped at the plunging fingers. Vicki closed her eyes and imagined that Pete was fucking her this way. If she had even half this much fun in bed with Pete, Vicki figured that she wouldn't be craving to fuck all the time.
Vicki rolled all the way on her back and tilted her pelvis up. She spread her knees and fucked her fingers all the way up her flooding cunt. Her clit pulsed and strained under her other hand.
Vicki's arms squeezed in against her tits. Her arms pressed up against the quivering mounds of flesh and made them thrust out in high cones. Her nipples swelled out as she watched, and jutted from the ends of her titties, red and pulsing.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Vicki moaned. Her asscheeks ground against the mattress as she moved her hips in tight little circles. That made her fingers plunge in even farther.
Vicki was so hot that juice squirted out around her deeply imbedded fingers. Her clitty felt like it was ready to explode and bunt into flame. She had never felt like this before. Maybe it was imagining what fucking could be like if Pete were another man. Maybe it was her thoughts of Hank that were making her so excited. Vicki knew that she had to get her hot pussy to come. She wouldn't be satisfied until the sweet waves tingled through her body.
Vicki felt the bed shake as her fingers twirled and fucked in her spasming cunt. Her ass rolled against the sheets and her other hand rolled and pinched at her clit with wild abandon. Vicki was going to come hard this time. She could feel the hot waves of pleasure building up in her pussy. She just hoped that she would have time before the alarm clock went off. She didn't want Pete to catch her with her fingers in her pussy. He would never understand something like this. Vicki could never, in a million years, explain the urges that filled her lusty cunt.
Vicki's knees started to tremble. They spread out wider and wider until they were almost horizontal with the bed. She felt like she was doing the splits when she was a cheerleader in highschool. It made her pussy easier to reach though. Vicki needed to have lots of room to sink her plunging fingers in her hot cunt.
Vicki's cuntmouth gaped open wide. She could see how pink and wet her pussy was getting. That bearing the sounds she made, caused Vicki to shudder in passion. Her fingers were making shameful sounds of sucking and squishing as they dove into her moist pussy.
Suddenly Vicki's legs tensed. She moaned softly and plunged her fingers iii even harder. Dizzying waves of orgasm tore through her lusty pussy and made her shudder wildly. It felt like her pussy was turning inside out the way it was clinging to her fingers.
Vicki tossed her head back and forth on the pillow and her titties jiggled wildly. She was so excited that she never even noticed Pete's eyes flicker open.
Pete had been sleeping peacefully when the bed started shaking. He thought it was part of his dream at first. He was dreaming about driving the truck and it fit perfectly with his dream.
Pete wasn't sure when he had really awakened. He just knew that suddenly he had become aware of a raspy breathing sound next to him. He opened his eyes quickly, thinking that Vicki was probably having a nightmare.
Pete blinked rapidly. He pinched himself to make sure that he was really awake. Then his eyes focused on the sight next to him and his breath caught in his throat. He just couldn't believe what Vicki was doing. It was absolutely disgraceful. He could hardly stand to think about the sinful thing his own, sweet wife was doing.
Pete felt a shudder of revulsion run through his body. He couldn't stop watching, though. He just had to see everything that Vicki was doing. He could see her fingers bunched together, jamming into the pink mouth of her pussy. He watched her other hand do something to the top of her pussyslit. She was jiggling her fingers and moaning at the same time. At first Pete was sure that his wife was possessed.
Suddenly Vicki smiled widely. She closed her eyes and whispered something. Pete couldn't hear her the first time but she said it again more clearly.
"Fuck me!" Vicki hissed. "Please fuck me! I want your big cock to make my pussy come!"
Pete held his breath. He wondered if he should say something to Vicki. He didn't know if he had the nerve. If Vicki really woke up and realized what she was doing, kite would probably never get over being embarrassed. Maybe it would be better to just lie there and see what she was going to do. She wouldn't be able to keep this up for long. Her fingers must be getting tired, jamming them in and out of her pussy that way.
Vicki groaned again. Her pussy spasmed wildly and she plunged her finger in, all the way to the knuckles. It felt so good that she could hardly keep from yelling right out loud.
"Yessss," she hissed. "Oh, yes Pete… that's so wonderful. So much better than before."
Vicki's head jolted back on the pillow. She pulled her fingers from her pussy with a quick snap and jerked the sheet up around her shoulders. Now that it was over she was embarrassed. She never should have taken the chance on being caught by Pete. Playing with her pussy was one thing, but doing it in front of her husband was even worse. Vicki was almost certain that Pete never guessed she played with her pussy after they fucked.
Vicki tried to stay calm. She peeked out at her husband and sighed gratefully as she saw his eyes were closed. Thank God Pete didn't know about her lewd little vice. He'd never understand… never!