Hope spent the rest of the day trying to concentrate on the more professional duties of her new job. She didn't allow herself to feel guilty about what had happened in Dennis Andersen's office. Besides, he had practically forced things to happen the way they had. Additionally, she technically hadn't cheated on Paul, considering Dennis hadn't actually fucked her.
She left the office promptly at five and rushed to get home ahead of Paul. She wanted to wine
and dine her husband with a special meal. It seemed especially important that she make this evening a real pleasure for Paul. If that was paying for any guilt feelings, so be it. Hope wouldn't let herself start doubting the love devotion for Paul.
Steaks were cooking and she was tossing a salad when Paul got home. She had dress carefully for his arrival, and ran to greet him at the backdoor wearing a skimpy blue lace gown. Her luscious tits and gold-toasted cunt muff were barely visible through the flimsy material, and she hoped Paul would show his typical appreciation. More than anything, she wanted her husband to accept her part-time job and to recognize it pond no threat to his role as breadwinner.
"Welcome home, darling," she cooed, rushing to him and embracing him. She planted her ripe, curvaceous body solidly against him and thrilled to the sensation of her huge tits crushing against him. She kissed his lips and waited for him to dart his tongue into her hot mouth.
He embraced her tentatively, awkwardly. And from his lukewarm response, it was obvious he wasn't in the best of moods. But finally, the allure of her sexy body sparked his half-hearted reaction. He moaned softly and she
felt his cock stir against her through his pants. "I've got your favorite, honey," she whispered, nibbling on his chin and roaming her hands over his back and manly ass. "I am still your favorite, aren't I?"
He chuckled softly and placed his hands on her firm, round asscheeks. He squeezed the succulent flesh through her thin gown.
"Always, baby," he rasped. "Why the sexy outfit?"
"Just a little celebration," she said, rubbing her crotch against his bulging pants fly.
"What are we celebrating? Your job?"
She heard the bitterness in his tone, but kept her sexy smile in place. "I'd like to celebrate having you," she purred.
A slow smile spread across Paul's lips. "I'm not changing my feelings, you know," he said, the hint of a warning in his voice. "It's just that you look good enough to eat."
She giggled, as much from relief as from surging excitement. Paul would be all right, she decided. "Mmmmmmm, I've got steak for you to eat," she cooed. "Why don't you just fuck me first."
"Okay, lady," he snapped, giving her ass a playful slap. "You're just full of good ideas today."
This time he kissed her hard and plunged his
tongue between her lips. She sucked eagerly on bid tongue and moaned as she melted against him. She shuddered with lusty delight as Paul massaged her ass through her gown. When he ducked down to mouth her tits through the thin material, she squealed happily and anxiously started unbuckling his belt.
Seconds later his pants were down around his ankles and his stiff cock was tenting the front of his shorts like some monster baseball bat.
"Race you to the bedroom?" she whispered, grabbing his huge cock.
He shook his head and smirked. "No. Right here. Right now."
He eased her back against the kitchen table so that her back was pressed against the tabletop and her legs were dangling over the edge. Paul moved in right between her spread legs and bunched up the lacy hem of her gown. He pushed it up to her waist, exposing her luscious, blonde-covered pussy. His eyes gleamed with open lust as he viewed his young wife's lovely body. His giant cock began throbbing mightily through his shorts, creating a lewd display that added greatly to Hope's excitement.
"Fuck me, honey!" she pleaded in a soft whine. "Fuck my pussy good, baby. Oh, I love you and your big cock so much! Fuck my little pussy. Never stop fucking me, darling."
Paul grinned as he pulled down his shorts without taking his horny eyes off of her. He licked his lips as he gazed at her juicy pussy and his cock, now free of his shorts, loomed big and thick like an enormous live snake. His meaty balls appeared tight and jizz-packed, hugging the hairy root of his massive fuck shaft.
"I think you missed me today," he rasped, beaming with pride. "Yep, I think my horny little wife has got the hots for me all over again."
"I never stopped having the hots for you, honey," she whispered, writhing on the table, desperate to have his mammoth prick slice into her pussy. "Give it to me, Paul. Please, lover! Fuck me with your big, hard cock! Fuck my pussy till I scream!"
He inched closer and stabbed his engorged cockhead against the mush membranes of her cunt, teasing her cuntslit and poking at the entrance of her fuckhole. Hope groaned and twitched her hips. She humped short little desperate jabs of her pussy at his teasing cockhead, and soon bellowed her horny frustration.
"You're torturing me, Paul!" she shrieked.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, honey! Fuck my pussy now!"
"Beg me some more," he retorted, his voice tight and hoarse.
"Please!" she wailed, humping vigorously now, trying to impale herself on his bloated cockknob. "I need your prick, honey! I need it in my pussy! Don't do this to me, darling! Please, give me what I need!"
For several more seconds, Paul tortured his wife's pussy by poking the tip-end of his prickknob against the slick tissues of her inner cuntlips. He built up her frustration until his own knees trembled and his cock heaved with the urge to plow to the hilt into her creamy fuckhole.
Then, without warning, he grabbed her thighs, ripped open her legs and hammered his huge prick straight into the welcoming core of her pussy. He drove his cock all the way into her in one mighty stroke, making both of them gasp and grunt at the same time. Their bodies slammed together, his balls banging into her upturned ass and his cockhead, aided by her position on the table, knifed into her womb.
He wasted no time whipping his cock out, then drilling it back into her cunthole. His fucking gathered speed immediately, and Hope bellowed shrill cries of pure joy as her husband's enormous cockmeat stretched and blistered her overheated pussy.
She moved frantically to match the fast rhythm of his pumping cock. She squirmed on
the tabletop and humped her cunt up to meet the fierce, urgent strokes. Their bodies slammed together and their cries mingled, drowning out each other's hoarse, guttural wails. Her big tits jiggled and bounced as he pounded her pussy, and she was soon overwhelmed by the blazing sensations that consumed her pussy.
"This is what you want!" Paul hissed, the words labored by his gasping breath. "You just want my big cock, don't you! You want me to be your personal stud! Well, baby, I'll give you more than you've bargained for! I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you and make you love it!"
"Yes, ooohhhh, yyyeeesss!" she shrieked, humping wildly beneath him.
She whipped her legs around his legs, clinging to him while he banged his in and out of her convulsing pussy passage.
"Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" she yelled uncontrollably.
She came so abruptly and violently that she feared the vibrations would knock her off the table. In the same instant, she experienced a rifle-like shot of such pure sensation that nothing else mattered. Her pussy belched her nectar, soaking his prick.
She wailed as her cuntwalls flexed and spasmed. She felt her cunt muscles squeeze around her husband's giant prick-stalk, and she
rolled her lovely head from side to side on the kitchen table as the pleasure scaled higher and higher. Her entire body trembled and convulsed, and the intensity of her climax almost frightened her. She hadn't realized how badly she had needed this savage fucking from her monster cocked stud of a husband.
Just when she thought she couldn't experience more pleasure, Paul fell forward and buried his face against her cushiony tits. He sucked her tender tit flesh into his mouth and chewed roughly on her nipple. She squealed again and again as the delight engulfed her flashes of ecstasy consumed her, and Hope screamed out her pleasure.
Meanwhile, her greedy cunt clamped around his drilling fuckmeat. A snug glove sheathed his pounding cock as her cunt cavity molded to his mammoth fuck pole. Her cuntwalls massaged and milked at his driving cock and she squealed anew as she felt his hairy balls tighten against her ass.
She locked her ankles against his ass as another orgasm shot through her pussy. This time her climax seemed to draw his own jism right out of his balls. He grunted and mouthed her wits just as his prick gushed a fiery rope of spunk straight into her womb.
It was much later, after they had enjoyed a
leisurely dinner and had shared an exciting shower that Hope was sprawled across their king-sized bed, her lovely long legs wide open and her husband's face glued to her juicy cunt. His tongue swiped up and down her cuntslit, delighting the pulpy folds of her cunt crevice and sending wild shudders to every part of her body.
She moaned with pleasure and absently licked her lips as she savored the ecstasy of Paul's active tongue. She could still taste the salty residue of his spunk on her own tongue and that added to her wanton thrill. She had sucked him off in the shower, and now her reward was being fulfilled.
As his tongue poked through the creamy folds of her pussy and tickled the pinkish depths of her fuckhole, she slowly drew her knees up and opened herself even more to his probing tongue strokes. She began to roll her head from side to side as her passion soared. She clawed at the bedsheets with her fingernails and floated along with the climbing sensations attacking her nerves.
She humped her pelvis, cramming her overheated pussy into her husband's face. She felt his tongue spear deeply into her cunt cavern and she howled as a thunderous orgasm immediately whipped through her.
At the same time, Paul crushed his face even
harder against her cunt. His nose pressed against her twitching clit even as he wedged his tongue in and out of her soupy cunthole. Meanwhile, her orgasm stretched and continued to build. The slick fluids gushed from her pussy passage and spilled into his slurping mouth.
She kept screaming her glee as the climax seemed to last forever. Her ass bounced up and down on the ad as she fucked back at Paul's tongue. It was all almost perfect.
Still, in the midst of her ecstasy, a troubling thought plagued her mind. With all of the happiness and physical pleasure she was savoring with her husband, she couldn't get her mind off of Dennis Andersen. She kept replaying the wild scene in his office, every raunchy detail seemingly etched in her brain.
She imagined shocking images of both Paul and Dennis devouring her body with their tongues and pricks. She imagined the two men fucking her pussy, then turning her over and reaming out her ass. She fantasized sucking one man a cock while getting ass fucked by the other. Repeatedly, the wild scenes played through her mind even as her body was being whipped into a frenzy of lust by her husband's tongue and mouth.
Faster and faster she shook her head. She tried desperately to shake out the vile images and
to concentrate on the passionate tongue-fucking her husband was giving her.
What would Paul say if he knew about, her wanton thoughts? The very notion of him discovering what was now filling her mind chilled her. It would confirm his worst fears about her taking this part-time job. It would, she knew, be the end of her marriage.
She wailed, but the passion was replaced by a dread that was painful. Her orgasm seemed to be subsiding and the sudden chili began spreading over her flesh.
Then, a relentless passion recaptured her fear as she realized her husband was tonguing his way to her asshole. He had quickly lifted her legs and draped them over his broad shoulders while ducking his head down. He licked his way along her upturned asscrack and before she could brace herself for the inevitable, his tongue was spearing her asshole.
Instant convulsions rocked her. She shrieked with fresh joy as the rapture engulfed her, Her shrill cries seemed to encourage him as he drilled his tongue into her tight shitter.
She came quickly, the climax jarring her pussy even as her ass-muscles caused an explosion of hot ecstasy to crash through her senses and momentarily all the disturbing images vanished from her mind. She clutched her tits as the
pleasure raced through her.. She tried to clutch as well the fleeting moment of pure, guilt-free thought that played across her mind.
But soon, as her orgasm faded, she again confronted the devilish images of the two men in her life taking her at the same time with their cocks, their tongues. Long alter Paul had gone to sleep, Hope gazed up at the ceiling in the dark bedroom, unable or unwilling to shut off the constant flow of vivid, wanton fantasizing involving both Paul and Dennis.
The next morning as she rushed to work, she tried to dismiss the lewd thoughts as some sort of sexy dream. Still, she entered the real estate office full of apprehension.
"You're late," Dennis snapped, glancing up to see her hurry to her desk. He was glancing at his phone messages on the receptionist's desk.
"Sorry." she said more meekly than she had intended.
He eyed her with a smirky expression. "Rough night?"
"Actually, a very satisfying night," she retorted, determined to be aloof and maybe even a little bitchy in front of him. Why give him the satisfaction of even suspecting he had been the object of her disturbingly explicit thoughts?
"Ah, the life, of newlyweds," Dennis said, getting a chorus of soft giggles from the other.
office workers. "Now don't be embarrassed, Hope."
Despite her efforts, she felt her face blush as she pretended to busy herself with the papers stacked on her desk. In truth, her heart was racing and she felt a nervous, clammy sweat coat her hands. She even tried to ignore him when Dennis stepped right up to her, desk.
"When you finish reading that material I gave you yesterday, come into my office," he said, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. "I've decided to throw you right into the water. On-the-job training is the best way to learn this business."
She glanced up and tried to read his expression. Was he serious, or was his invitation to his office an excuse for more duties of a personal nature? She couldn't guess, but she couldn't ignore the sudden excitement that gripped her. The pounding of her heart took on a new meaning, and Hope hated it at the same time that she felt her self thrilling to the prospect of submitting to more of his sexual demands.
Ten minutes later when she entered his office, she was disappointed to find him very professionally studying papers on his desk. He barely glanced up when she entered. Instead he tossed a set of keys across the desk. He scrawled an address on a pad and tossed it toward the keys.
"You want to be an agent. Hope," he said. "No better way to learn than to do. Be at that address at ten o'clock and show the house to a prospect. She'll be there, so don't be late. Pull the sheet on the property from the file and familiarize yourself with the particulars. Give me a call after the showing."
She nodded and left the office, surprised and disappointed. Maybe this job would be more work than play. Maybe she was getting what she really wanted. But what did she want, and why was she suddenly disappointed?
Hope left the office with the necessary information on the house. As she drove to the location, she continued trying to sort out her own confused feelings and thoughts.
At the last minute, she almost drove to her own house to phone Dennis and tell him she no longer wanted the job. But she didn't.