Marge's fingers shook nervously as she pressed the buttons on the phone. Impatiently she waited while the miracle of modern technology pulsed her desires along miles of cable. The fact that she could hear her husband, busy with his packing, in the room above her, only added to her discomfort.
"Come on, damn you… ring!"
Marge could not remember the last time she was this nervous. From the time her daughter had left until her husband had come home, she had done nothing but think. She had analyzed every one of her daughter's statements, pulled them apart, and held them up against the history of her marriage.
And now she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Laura was right. The day's events had left her feeling more alive than she had felt in years. All that remained was to enjoy the excitement, swallow her fear, and put her plan into action.
"Goddamn it, Jenny! Answer your fucking phone!"
"Hello?"
"Jesus, Jenny, what took you so long?"
"Oh hi, Marge… I was out back. I can't stand sitting here while Tom packs. It makes me feel helpless. I know what he's up to, and there's not a damn thing I can say or do about it."
"Wrong! That's why I'm caning you. How about if you and I take a little weekend of our on? We can go up to L.A. and do our own partying."
"Oh Marge, you mean just you and me? Alone? Like we were today? Yes! Oh please, YES!" Marge was taken aback for a second. She knew she was going to spend the weekend fucking, but Jenny was not the person she had in mind to fuck. On the other hand, if Jenny did not go, she was not sum she would have the courage to do it alone.
"Yes, Jenny, just the two of us. Look, as soon as Tom leaves you get packed. I'll call you when I'm ready, okay?"
"Yes! Fine! Marge, I love you! Bye!" Marge breathed a sigh of relief. She was sure that by the time Jenny and she were settled in Los Angeles, she would have the girl convinced that having an affair would be as good for her as it was for Marge.
Now, only one more thing remained to be done. She quickly rose, and began climbing the stairs toward her bedroom. She had to know for sure. She needed some kind of proof, some faint hint of confirmation from her husband's eyes that everything Laura had said was true.
Quietly she cracked the door of the bedroom. Her husband was standing next to the bed, hunched over his open suitcase, and clad only in his shorts. She tiptoed up behind him, and unable to suppress her excited giggle, threw her arms around his narrow waist. She began gently circling her fingers through the hair leading down his chest, pausing to tease the dark bristles surrounding his navel.
"Hiya, Roger," she purred, her teeth nipping at his earlobe. "Got time for something to eat before you go?"
He made a gentle effort to brush her off with his hand. "Marge! I told you on the phone not to cook g… I don't have time."
"I didn't!" Her hand was now slowly winding under the tight, elastic band of his underwear. "You don't have to cook this. You just warm it up a little, and it's ready to eat. You'll love it… it's something you haven't eaten in ages!"
His hips jerked slightly as her fingers found their way into the furry bush of his pubic hair, but he continued to ignore the obviousness of her intentions.
"Well, whatever it is, it'll have to wait. I'll have it when I get back. Right now, I'm in a hurry."
Refusing to be put off, she wrapped her hand around his flaccid cock, and rubbed her thumb slowly across the soft, spongy tip. "Okay. It'll be here when you get back. In the meantime, do you mind if I grab something to eat while you're packing?"
"No! Eat! It's fine with me."
"Good!" she sighed, thrilling as his cock began to twitch with signs of life. "It looks like it's going to be a little while before the main course is ready… so I guess I'll just have to start on the appetizers."
With this, she began running her tongue back and forth across his strong back. His body arched slightly, following each long, gliding stroke of her mouth as it began at one side, worked across to his spine, and then out to the other side. At the middle point of each sweep, she would pause to nip at the hard ridge of his backbone, while her hand squeezed frantically at the growing bulge of his huge cock.
"Marge please! I've got to pack… otherwise… I'll… be late."
Marge ignored the fading protests. Her hand kept listing the arching pole of Roger's cock, and her mouth kept dropping, slowly, deliciously, descending his back an inch at a time, until it was firmly lodged in the small of his back.
"Marge… honey… please!"
But the words were wasted, unable to pierce the thick fog of her sensual delight. Marge was drunk with power of her wanton seduction, her effectiveness clearly registered in the measured growth of his pulsing prick, and the contorted, backward arch of his spine.
A loud moan finally emerged from his vainly resisting body as he felt her tongue dive beneath the top of his shorts, and begin foraging in the cease of his tensely knotted ass. His defenses were crumbling. The bold searchings of her wanton tongue were robbing him of his sanity, driving him into that no man's land of erotic surrender.
Sensing her victory was near, Marge moved quickly. In one lightning gesture, she pulled her hands around and wrenched the cottony fabric of his shorts, dropping them to his ankles. She then returned her hands to part the mounds of his ass-cheeks, and hurled her face like an arrow toward the tiny bull's-eye of his asshole.
"Marge, honey, I appreciate it. But I've got… got…Ggggggoodddd!"
He collapsed as the tiny spear found its mark. Her tongue slid easily into the tight sheath, and became locked in the grip of the wildly reflexing muscle. His body reacted mechanically, like the spring action of a switch-blade when the button is hit. His upper torso jerked in a wide arc, and crashed bouncing on to the bed, while his cock shot out to full, agonizing erection, its path strewn with tiny drops of own.
Marge stabbed out with her tongue, impaling the pulsing muscle, and wrenching moans of pleasure from Roger's heaving chest. His body opened to her. His powerful back doubled in an effort to spread his ass-cheeks, and his hips surged backward, driving his crinkled asshole harder and harder over her fiery, probing tongue.
Marge's head was swimming with the depraved delight of her oral attack. Her reaming mouth tore into his quivering ass, and the hot juices of her cunt streamed down her thighs. Her passion rolled out in deep growls as she felt his asshole contract, opening and closing in quick, jerking rhythms around her piston-like tongue.
"Oh damn, damnit! Your mouth… your hot fucking mouth! I love it…God! I love it!"
His voice rang out like a trumpet sounding the charge. Marge lunged her hand around his churning hips, and grabbed the bobbing pole of his, huge prick. Her hand coursed the full, throbbing shaft. It was huge! The consuming passion of her perverted lust had swollen his cock to its foil, raging size.
She could not believe it. It had been years since she had felt the enormous power of complete erection, and it threatened to dissolve her in a blinding rush of burning hunger. She had to have it! She suddenly needed it more than anything she had ever known.
"Oooohh! Roger!" she screamed, her tongue popping from his clutching ass. "PLEASE! Give me your cock… I want to taste it… suck it… swallow your whole beautiful, huge, gorgeous, rock-hard cock in my mouth!"
"Yes! Yyeeeeeesss! Take it! Suck me… suck me NOW!"
She turned him over and laid him out on his back. He was helpless in the face of her fierce attack. Quickly she parted his legs and crawled between his thighs, her eyes glued to the swollen column of his prick.
Her desires were held in check momentarily by the pure radiating beauty of his awesome cock. Her eyes followed the powerful curving line, from its swollen, bulging root, up the rippling, veined shaft, to the throbbing head, oozing its corn in tiny drops.
"Oh it's beautiful!" she gasped, tears of joy welling in her eyes. "And I'm going to suck it! Suck it like it's never been sucked before!"
The single moment of silence was shattered by the grinding machinery of carnal desire. She lunged toward him, enveloping his waving cock in the velvety grasp of her hands. His body jerked from the bed, and groans poured from his rasping throat as her finger slid along the bloated tube of his cock.
Marge was in heaven. Never had she experienced such power, such control. Each rub across his ruddy tip, each pull of her nails down his twitching fuck-pole, would direct him into another chorus of agonizing moans. On and on she ran, driving him, taunting him, twisting him in the tormenting grasp of her passion-charged fingers.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhh! Suck me… eat me! Damnit! Eat me!"
She lowered her lovely blond head towards his prick, her hair cascading across his thighs and belly. Her tongue jumped out to fuck at the head, and lick the thin trail of sperm that bubbled from the tip. She sucked the pungent cream into her hungry mouth, savoring the salty flavor, before continuing on to soak the stiff pillar of his meat.
"OH Christ!" he screamed, his head turning frantically as he felt the warm, wet sensation of her tongue coating his prick with saliva. "OH GOD! Its incredible… it's… it's… oh Marge, your mouth… I love your fucking mouth!"
Up and down she went, memorizing every inch, caressing every bend and crevice from tip to base.
And still she pushed on, nibbling at the wiry hairs of his crotch, and around to the churning sac of his balls.
Slowly she pulled the pulsing jewels, first one and then the other, into her mouth. Frantically she worked them around, sucking them like two burning marbles. She could almost taste the sweet, tangy cum rioting in his aching balls.
And now she wanted it, wanted to feel the hot liquid squirting down her throat, wanted to feel his rampaging cock driving and fucking into her lovely face.
Quickly she rolled the pulsing nuts from her tongue, and brought her mouth up to the tip of his cock. Instantly, insane with the perverted wonder of her lust, her lips closed thirstily over his glistening cock-head. His body jolted as her lips closed in a tight, gripping circle beneath the insensitive peak of his prick.
"Yes! Yes! Take it… take it all… swallow my cock… suck me! Suck me!Sssssuuuuuccckkk Mmmmeeeee!"
Her hand came down, squeezing the base of his cock in its tight, milking grasp. Her tongue moved rapidly, stabbing in and out of the tiny slit, wrenching Roger's frame in jerking spasms of profound bliss.
And then she moved down, slowly, taking the engorged mass of his cock, deeper and deeper into the oven of her craving throat. His arms beat into the wrinkled bedspread, pounding out the joy of her sucking lips.
Marge gagged slightly as the tip bumped against the back of her laboring gullet. She paused a second, wondering if she could handle the full length. But almost as soon as she had stopped she started again. She had to drain this moment of every possible pleasure, had to bombard Roger with every delight she possibly could. There was no holding back.
And so, she pressed on, swallowing his prick, dropping her head until she was suddenly face to face with the thick, bushy forest of his pubic mound. With one more push, she buried her nose in the fragrant patch, twisting and groaning with the sensual perfume of his musky masculine aroma, her tongue slithering out to lick at the jumping sac of his balls.
"Oh God In Heaven! It's too fucking good to be true! God, God, Goooooodddddddddd!"
Roger could not believe it. He raised his head slightly, and stared at his wife's face, trying to confirm the blissful messages of his screaming groin.
A faint sheen of perspiration lit her brow, and her face was flushed from the exertion of her glorious chore. But there was a look of supreme joy unlike any he had seen for a long time. This, plus the breathtaking realization that his huge, throbbing cock was totally consumed between the smooth oval of her pulling lips, drove the last ounce of sanity from his brain, and hurled him into the wondrous hell of animal lust.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh!"
Roger's scream only echoed the pounding scream of her own raging passion. Desperately she began running her mouth up and down his slick, bunting cock. With a frightening intensity, she would ram her head down the shaft, thudding into his squirming base, and then slip back along the surface until just the throbbing head was imbedded in her mouth.
Harder and harder she would drive, her rhythm mounting with each deep, throat-clasping lunge. Her fingers clutched at his balls, milking them, trying to release the boiling sperm that cried so desperately for escape.
Roger's hips were now bucking frantically, spearing her viciously in their mindless fury, his voice rasping his commands with all the berserk intensity of a drill sergeant.
"Harder! Harder! Deeper! Oh God, it's coming! Coming! Harder! Haaaaardeeeeeeeer!"
Her tempo matched his, her head bobbing with every screaming syllable, her fingers molding his balls as she pushed him to the limit of his passions. And all the time, one thought and one thought only stormed in her perverted brain: Come! Come you bastard… fill me up drown me in the sweet river of your wonderful, glorious, marvelous, deliciousCum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!
She did.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ…!It's… cooooommmmiiiinnnnggg!"
Roger's hips bolted up, his legs slamming shut as the surging fire of his orgasm climbed the chute of his prick and hammered at the tiny hole of his cock. With one long, soul-destroying suck of her craving mouth, Marge opened the floodgates, releasing the fury of his balls.
Roger dissolved. His body became a blinding furry of flailing limbs as his climax ripped through him like a tornado, screaming, tearing, destroying everything in its path. He whipped and jerked in spasms of unconnected movements, his entire being seeming to bolt from the tiny pin-point opening of his cock into his wife's swallowing mouth.
And then it was over, leaving him to bask in the rewarding glow of sunlight following the storm. Suddenly in defiance of every weary muscle in his body, he jerked up and removed Marge's face from his cock. He dragged her to him, and trapped her in a passionate kiss, his lips sliding on the cum that trickled from the corners of her mouth.
She thought she would die as she felt her husband's grateful, searching tongue fill her mouth with the warmth of his feeling. And now she knew! She had proven to her own satisfaction that Laura was right!
She watched as the pendulum swung back to the side of habit, and he broke the embrace, returning in silent efficiency to his preparations. But she did not care. She had gotten her goof. And she waited in quiet anticipation for him to leave, preparing herself mentally for the weekend to come.