By the time they were halfway home, Jill knew they were going to fuck. The knowledge annoyed her. Not that she wasn't horny enough. It had been several days since Hal's hard cock had slipped up into her needing, cunt. Utile tremors of lust twitched her pussy-lips. Her crotch fit like a steaming swamp.
So why was she annoyed? Hal thinks he can reach out and grab my snatch anytime he wants. She thought. Whether I want to or not. Well, in a way he could. After that, they were married, living together, sharing the same big king-sized bed. And it wasn't as if Hal wasn't sexy enough.
So quit acting like a neurotic housewife, Jill, she warned herself. She'd be understanding. Let him pound his cock up her cunt, fuck the hell out of her.
Jill began to get excited as she thought about being fucked. Strange, though… if she thought about Hal fucking her, she turned off a little. But if she just concentrated on the image of a disembodied cock slipping up into her snatch, spreading open her hot pussy-lips, she got hotter and hotter.
It had been such a sexy party. Everyone drinking too much, losing their inhibitions. And there had been that couple in the hallway, who hadn't thought anyone could see them. The man's hand was shoved down the front of the woman's pants. From the way her hips were pumping, there was no doubt in Jill's mind his finger was buried up inside the woman's pussy-hole.
Hal's voice cut into her reverie. "Oooohh, baby, am I horny!" he moaned. "Why don't you give my joint a little loving attention."
"Here? Right now?" Jill asked, surprised. They were driving down a main street, lights all around. "Sure. There's hardly any traffic," Hal grunted.
"Come on… just pull the fucker out and start wailing." Oddly enough, the idea appealed to Jill. It had an element of adventure, flair. Something more exciting than the conventional bedroom fuck. Her cunt got a little hotter as she obediently reached down and unzipped Hal's fly.
His cock was already half-hard. She could feel it throbbing as she wormed her fingers through the opening in the front of his shorts. Hot and throbbing, a rubbery, meaty shaft.
"Easy… easy!" Hal groaned as she worked the thickening shaft out into the open. It was hard work, but at last the bulbous cock-head popped free.
Jill let go of her husband's cock for a moment. It uncoiled, after its confinement, like an awakening boa constrictor. Blood pounded into the thick-veined shaft, until the whole pulsing length thrust rigidly out of her husband's fly, pointing straight at the windshield.
Jill wrapped her fingers around her husband's swollen cock-shaft.
"Uuunnnggghh!" he grunted, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.
The car swayed a little, from one side of the lane to the other.
Jill felt her cunt growing hotter and wetter as Hal's prick swelled bigger and bigger. She wormed closer to him on the seat.
"Come on. Beat me off!" Hal panted.
Jill started working her hands up and down his prick. The loose outer skin slid smoothly over the iron-hard inner core. Hal's cock-tip swelled out of her hand like a huge purplish mushroom.
"Suck it… can you suck it?" Hal groaned.
He loved to have his wife suck his cock. Jill hesitated. It was going to be hard to fit her head into his lap, with the steering wheel so close.
Jill half lay down on the seat, her torso twisted, her legs trailing over the edge of the seat. She wormed her head past the steering wheel. Did she really want to do this? Oh, hell, why not? It somehow reminded her of the man and the woman in the hallway at the party. Stealing sex, with the rest of the world likely to intrude at any moment.
Hal's bulbous cock-head was only a fraction of an inch from her face. As the car hit a bump, it dug softly into her cheek. She turned her head a little. Her lips opened to let the tip of her husband's massively swollen rod slip up into her mouth. Instantly, she tasted the pungent flavor of cock.
"Oooohhhh, Jesus God Almighty!" Hal blurted out.
He nearly ran off the road, but managed to get the car back under control. The bliss in his cock, with his wife's butter-soft mouth closing around the trembling shaft, was almost more than he could bear. Tears came to his eyes as he tried to concentrate on driving the car.
He looked down at his wife. A damned good-looking woman, even if he could only see the back of her head. Her thick lustrous dark hair spilled over his lap.
Jill's was thrust up a little as she struggled into a more comfortable position, her head buried in her husband's lip. Her short skirt had ridden up, baring the backs of her thighs. The smooth silky skin gleamed whitely in the street lighting.
"Thank God for power steering," Hal murmured as he took one hand from the wheel and slid it down towards Jill's ass. He felt her quiver as his hand pulled her skirt up, then worked up between her soft thighs.
Jesus Christ! Her panties were like a sponge! Dripping wet! Hal worked one finger up under the leg band of Jill's sopping panties. His fingertip dithered through thick warm puddles of pussyjuice, then popped up into his wife's cunt-hole.
"Uuuummmpphhh!" Jill gurgled around her mouthful of cocks.
Her body jerked as she felt her cunt stuffed full of her husband's hard, knowing finger. Her head began to bob back against his hand, helping work his finger deeper up into her hungry snatch.
They were in the suburbs now, with less traffic. There were fewer stop lights, but Hal managed to miss one. He was glad, because now he could concentrate on his wife's mouth around his cock. Her head was bobbing up and down, like her ass, her lips sliding nearly the full length of his rock-hard prick. He wondered how she could do it. How she could take the head of his cock down her throat the way she did.
His finger pounded in and out of her cunt, the leg band of her panties scraping against the side of his finger. He could feel her tight cunt working greedily against his fingertip, sucking at it like it was a cock about to spurt fizz up into her juicy hole.
Hal slowly became aware of something huge beside the car. He looked up, out the window. A huge truck-tractor rig had stopped at the light beside him. The driver, from his high vantage point, was staring straight down into his car. The man's eyes were bulging as he watched Jill sucking on her husband's cock. At Hal's hand disappearing up between his wife's thighs from behind. At the lewd way Jill's shapely buns were pumping up and down.
Hal smiled tautly up at the driver. Good thing Jill didn't know they were being watched. She'd probably freak out, stop sucking his cock. Fortunately, the light changed. Hal stepped hard on the gas, his car shooting away from the intersection. He almost last control with only one hand on the wheel and his balls throbbing wildly as she eagerly sucked his cock.
She had managed to work one hand down into his pants. Her fingers were stroking his drum-tight balls. Hal began to realize, from the way his cock was throbbing, that he was going to cum soon unless she stopped.
He debated doing just that, making her stop. But what a waste of good mouth-work! His cock ached to come, to shoot its hot load up into his wife's sucking mouth. But he knew he'd probably wreck the car.
"Oh, Jesus!" Hal suddenly mooned.
It was too late! He was already starting to cum? His cock was bucking and jerking, a hot burning sensation shooting up from his balls, racing the full length of the shuddering organ.
Barely in time, Hal managed to pall the car over and perk at the curb, the engine still running. His foot mashed down hard on the brake.
"Aaarrrggghh!" he groaned loudly as the first hot jets of sperm shot into his wife's hotly sucking mouth. His one hand clawed frantically at the wheel while his other hand dug as far up into Jill's gushing cunt as is it would go.
Jill was so hot and excited from Hal's finger-work up inside her wildly amused cunt that she at first barely noticed the signs of his impending orgasm. Then she became aware of the sudden final swelling of his climaxing prick. She barely had time to ready herself for the first hot gush of sperm. In a few seconds she was choking and coughing as she did her best to swallow every drop of her husband's spewing load.
Then she started to cum, too. Hal's hot finger-fucking, coupled with the lewd realization that she was sucking his cock almost in public, touched off her own climax.
"Aaaah!" she moaned around his gushing cock-tip, her mouth falling open helplessly. As her body bucked and writhed on the seat, great gobs of Hal's sperm poured back out her mouth to run down her chin. Her cunt spumed wildly, pouring a hot stream of girl-cum over Hal's hand.
The truck drove by the driver shifting down to low gear while he stared down into the car parked beside the road. He caught the last of Jill's wild movements, saw the cum glistening on her face. His cock lurched in his pants. "God Almighty!" he muttered, and hoped he was lucky enough to pick up a horny female hitchhiker.
As the truck began to accelerate, finally vanishing down around a bend in the road, Jill bucked out the last of her orgasm.
"Mmmmnnn," she sighed, sitting up, smoothing her skirt down around her thighs. She became aware of the sperm running in slippery trails down her chin. She tried wiping it off with the back of her hand. But there was too much. Pretty soon her hand was as messily sticky as her face.
Jill was fastidiously cleaning her face with a wad of kleenex, a pleasant glow still throbbing up inside her cunt, when Hal jerked the car away from the curb.
"Boy, oh boy, was that terrific!" he enthused. "But it's only the beginning, baby! Wait'll we get home. I'm gonna fuck your ears off."
A spark of resentment flared inside Jill. Hadn't the bastard had enough? The spontaneity of their lust-filled coupling in the car had turned her on when she'd thought she couldn't be turned on at all. Now, the thought of a planned, premeditated fuck when they got back to the house frankly bored her.
Which was strange to Jill. All her life she'd been a horny woman, wondering if she'd ever be able to get all the sex her body seemed to crave.
Well, she'd found a cure for her horniness, but not in the way she'd expected. Marriage. She had to admit it; it seemed to be turning her off like a switch. After only two years, the thought of Hal's big prick heading for her match no longer filled her with passion.
Oh, now and then she felt just as turned-on a ever with her husband. But only now and then. She remembered the first few months of their marriage, when it had seemed they were going to fuck one another to death. Hal had nearly lost his job. So many mornings he had been late to work, lingering in bed with his sexy young wife, soaking his ever-ready cock in juicy, hot cunt-meat.
All good things come to an end, Jill thought wryly. And she supposed the same held true with her and Hal's sex life. But what an awful thought.
Because they were married, supposedly facing the rest of their lives together. What a loss if their sex life died, leaving their marriage nothing but a burnt out hull!
Jill still loved Hal. She had no doubt of that. His wit, his tenderness, his very manliness, all deeply satisfied her. He was a fine companion, and indeed, a fine lover. So why the hell this strange sexual reluctance on her part?
Hal's sexual appetite toward her seemed to have cooled a little, too. She wondered why he was so turned-on tonight. Maybe he'd seen the couple necking in the hallway, too.
A sense of heaviness grew in Jill as they neared home. By the time they pulled into the driveway, she was steeling herself for the unwanted fuck she knew Hal would demand of her. Not demand, actually. But he was so enthusiastic, she didn't know how she could turn him down.
"Okay, baby, you head for the bedroom. I'm gonna put some music on," Hal said as they went in the front door.
Sighing. Jill went into the bedroom and began undressing. She lay down naked on top of the bedspread. She practiced spreading her legs, feeling the cool night air washing over her juice damp cunt. Lying there that way, crotch splayed lewdly open, she found herself getting a little turned-on. But not at the thought of Hal fucking her, as he intended to do.
Jill started thinking about the party, and about a man she had met tonight. A man named Pat, dark, slender, vibrant. So much different than Hal, who was big and muscular and blond. The difference was what excited her. Was Pat's cock different, too? Jill spun a web of fantasy, flying to imagine what Pat's cock might look like. She had never done anything like this before in her life.
Jill's fantasy popped like a bubble as Hal came breezily into the room. He was naked, too. His cock was already half-hard, dangling and swaying between his powerful thighs.
His eyes lit on Jill, sprawled naked on the bed. One damn good-looking woman! Hal realized he'd been taking Jill for granted for the past few months. The early part of their marriage, he hadn't been able to get enough of her lush young body. But lately, she'd been the handy hole to punch that he kept at home.
Several months ago, Hal had started fucking other women. Not often, but whenever the opportunity presented itself. Just enough to remind himself he was still young, still on the prowl.
But that was no reason to neglect the first-class piece of ass he had at home. He'd give Jill a fucking tonight that would make up for his recent neglect. He still loved his wife, and regretted that he'd started thinking of her as a comfortable part of his household furnishings.
Hal climbed up on the bed, lying down next to Jill. His cocktip dug into her side. With her eyes still closed, she was thinking of Pat. But when she felt Hal's prick against her body, she opened her eyes. It was almost a shock to see her husband. She had been so deeply immersed in her Pat fantasy.
Instantly, Jill felt her cunt drying up. A moment ago it had been merrily bubbling and steaming as she fantasized about Pat's cock. Now, as Hal's fingers diddled in her pussy-slit, she flinched a little. It almost hurt.
But there was still so much juice left over from Jill's earlier arousal that Hal didn't notice. He wormed his finger up into Jill's cunt. It seemed a little tight to him, but he supposed it was just because his wife was becoming excited. Sometimes, the hotter she got, the more desperately her hungry cunt clamped down on anything he fed it.
Jill felt herself turning off. But it was far too late to back out of letting Hal fuck her. The trouble was, with her cunt drying up it was liable to hurt when her husband finally shoved his big prick up into her tight hole.
Then Jill remembered how hot she'd gotten thinking about Pat. Well, why not do it again? It did seem a little like betrayal, to be thinking about another while her husband fucked her, but at the moment, theft seemed to be no other way. Also, Jill was a little annoyed that Hal was taking her sexual intent so much for granted.
Jill closed her eyes, conjuring up Pat's vibrant, dark good looks. She slowly stripped off his clothes in her mind's eye, until she had bared his cock. She imagined it to be slender, like the rest of him, bone-bait, jutting starkly from his slim loins.
Hal felt a of warmth from his wife's cunt. Naturally, he attributed it to his fine finger-work. As he flicked his thumb back and forth over Jill's clit, he had no idea her mind was full of the image of another man's cock.
By the time Hal finally climbed on her nude body, Jill was panting with desire. But desire for Pat. She tried to ignore Hal's considerable weight, it was unlike what she suspected Pat would feel like above her.
She kept her eyes tightly closed as she felt the spongy head of Hal's cock plying open her pussy-lips. He legs opened wider, raising up a little as she eagerly pulled Hal's crotch toward her own.
Hal's bloated prick slid up into his wife's waiting cunt.
"Ooooohhh!" Jill moaned as she felt herself penetrated. Inch after inch of bone-hard prick shoved its way slowly up into her welcoming cunt. A thrill of pleasure ran through her entire body. She almost opened her eyes, but stopped herself at the last moment. It was Pat who was fucking her. That image she kept firmly in her mind.
Hal ground his pubic bone down against his wife's. His cock was buried all the way up into her tight pussy-hole. He could feel her cunt trembling around the base of his cock. Jesus, she was hot tonight!
Hal started fucking slowly in and out of Jill's lush naked body. Her hips jerked into motion, fucking back. He put his hands under her round, taut ass-cheeks, guiding her movements, holding her loins up so he could shove another full inch of cock-shaft up into her hot, quivering cunt.
Jill kept her hands, at her sides, digging into the bedspread. She didn't dare touch Hal. Then her body would know it wasn't Pat, panting above her, fucking his marvelous, magical cock in and out of her glowing pussy. She had to keep silent, too, afraid she might blurt out Pat's name.
Funny… she, had never done more then exchange a few careful words with Pat, and now she was acting as if she had to conceal him as a lover. Just because of the unfaithful thoughts she was harboring in her mind.
"Ooooohhhh, baby, you're really hot tonight!" Hal panted.
He stared down at his wife's glowing face. Funny, she seldom fucked with her eyes closed, but her lids were shut tightly. In a way he liked it. It made her look more mysterious.
Hal's words nearly blew the whole fantasy bubble for Jill. His voice was all wrong, too deep for Pat's. She clung stubbornly to the image in her brain. Her cunt responded hotly, flowering open greedily as she visualized Pat's thrusting prick driving deep up into its sensitive depths.
"Ooooohhhh!" Jill moaned, the first mound she'd uttered since Hal had started fucking her.
She'd better cum soon, she realized hazily. Hal's cock was swelling larger and larger up inside her cunt. He was dearly going to cam.
Jill felt a mouth against her tits. She tried to imagine Pat licking her nipples, drawing them deep into his mouth, Hal was doing. He loved his wife's big tits, loved sucking them. Loved the way her dark, berry-red nipples responded.
"Ooohhh!" Jill wailed.
She was cumming! She could feel the spark ignite far up inside her match. It didn't matter who was fucking her now! She was on her way!
Hal felt his wife's body convulse under his. Her cunt milked hungrily around his throbbingly hard cock. Jesus, she was off, hot as a firecracker, cumming as only his dynamite wife could cum!
"Ooooohhhh, baby…" Hal moaned.
He couldn't hold back any longer, not the way her cunt was clamping rhythmically around his quivering shaft.
"Yyyyyaaaa!" Hal roared, his back arching as the first searing burst of sperm shot the full length of his shuddering cock, jetting far up into Jill's convulsing cunt.
Jill was lost in an intense but distant world of shooting colon and wild, almost unbearable sensations. Hal was forgotten, Pat was forgotten. All that mattered was the ecstasy pouring through her body. Like the release of waters pouring through a breach in a shattered dam, energy poured through the writhing girl's spasming body, leaving her weak and purged as the last of her orgasm ended in a violent shudder.
Hal's cock slipped from her box. He rolled tiredly to the side, leaving her lying alone, his sweat drying on her naked body.
Slowly, Jill's ecstasy faded away, leaving her with a feeling she didn't like. A feeling that she'd somehow betrayed someone who loved and trusted her. She knew nothing about Hal's occasional bouts with other women.