Tina West felt so horny, she wriggled and sighed all the time she was washing the dinner dishes. She knew it was disgraceful-she was a respectable housewife, married for twenty years-but she just couldn't help it. She wanted to get fucked in the worst way.
Well, it wouldn't be long now. As soon as she finished the dishes she'd go into the living room where her husband Ralph was watching television, climb on his lap, and whisper a few naughty suggestions in his ear. That ought to get her what she wanted and needed-fast. Tina grinned wickedly to herself as she washed the last of the dishes.
"Ummmmm," Tina sighed, getting excited just thinking about it.
She could almost feel the radiating heat of
Ralph's big hairy body as he climbed on top of her. She could feel vividly in her imagination the way his cock would go hard against her belly, growing long and stiff and throbbing. She could feel the intense excitement in her hot and ready cunt as he penetrated her.
"Oh, my God," Tina moaned.
To hell with the dishes. She wanted to fuck, and she wanted it now! Moaning, dizzy with lust, Tina dried her hands on her apron and stumbled out of the kitchen. She couldn't understand why she should be so intensely horny, but it seemed to be happening more and more often lately. She just had to do something about it.
Ralph West lounged in his favorite chair, watching TV, a beer in his fist. He was wearing jeans and t-shirt and slippers, the perfect picture of the working man relaxing after a long hard day. Ralph was a longshoreman, and he really did work very hard. He deserved this rest. But Tina had a feeling he'd really go for the little exercise she had in mind…
"Hi, honey," she purred, slipping onto the arm of his chair.
"Uh-huh," Ralph muttered.
He was deeply engrossed in a boxing match, and Tina knew better than to block his view of the screen. Do that during any sports event, and it could be worth your life. She sat on the arm of his chair and rested her sleek hip against his shoulder. She'd wait till the fight was over before trying to get his attention. There were some things Ralph liked even better than fucking and boxing was one
of them.
"They call that fighting?" Ralph grumbled "Looks like waltzing to me. It ain't like the good old days when they really boxed-"
He rumbled on, but Tina knew he wasn't talking to her or to anybody in particular. It was part of the ritual for him to complain. She looked down at the guy she'd been married to for twenty years. He was still strong as a hone, big and powerful with biceps like grapefruits. His solid burly body had really turned her on when she was a young girl-and it still did.
Tina had just graduated from high school when she met Ralph. Everyone said she might have had a career as a singer or a dancer, or at least she would have made a very attractive secretary or a hostess of some sort. She was a petite blonde, very pretty, and had been cheerleader, prom queen, the whole bit. All her friends expected her to go a long way with some kind of career. Instead she mated that big ape of a hard hat, Ralph West.
Tina's mother cried, and her father wouldn't speak to her for almost a year. Everybody said she'd thrown herself away on Ralph, that he'd never amount to anything. Well, now they had their own house in the suburbs, two cars, and every labor-saving device imaginable. But Tina hadn't married Ralph for his money. She'd married him because he drove her wild. Even at the age of nineteen she'd had the hots for him.
It was a new experience for Tina. She'd never gotten lusty for a boy before. She was always in control of things-and so she was still a virgin when
she met Ralph. But only for two weeks. That was exactly how long it took Ralph to meet her, date her, and fuck her. And Tina hadn't resisted one bit. On the contrary, the moment she saw Ralph, she knew she was going to lose her cherry to him-and love it.
It had happened one Saturday night after the drive-in movies. Ralph found an isolated spot to park, and in moments they were making love like crazy. It was a night of "firsts" for Tina. It was the first time a guy had taken off her bra and seen her naked breasts. It was the first time a man had removed her panties or seen her pussy. It was the first time she'd seen or touched a cock. But most of all, it was the first time she'd been fucked.
Tina remembered the whole evening so vividly, she could practically come just thinking about it She recalled that Ralph had her totally naked in less than ten minutes, and she hardly knew how it happened. Then he took off all his clothes, too, and helped her into the back seat of the car. Tina knew she was about to lose her virginity, and she was a little scared-but not much.
For such a big guy, a guy who could easily crush her with one blow, he was very gentle. He never tried to force her. He found that funny little lump of flesh between her legs, what she later found out was her clit, and he knew what to do with it. He rubbed her little joy button gently but steadily, and before she knew it, she was squealing and creaming all over his fingers. He had her urgently horny in no time at all.
So there she was in the back seat of his car, this
powerful hairy guy crouched over her, diddling her, and the question was, would she go all the way with him? All the way with a guy she'd known only two weeks, a common laborer, a guy who wore denim to work? Would she give up her virginity to this character, not save it for some rich boss? Was she actually going to let this gorilla fuck her?
Damn right.
And she could hardly wait. She'd been dying to find out about sex, but Ralph was the first guy she'd ever felt lusty for, the first she ever really wanted to do it with. She waited, panting, while he took her little hot hand and laid it gently on his erect cock, letting her feel what it was like. She remembered that her hand trembled with excitement.
She felt a hard hot silky pole of flesh, pleasant to touch, very exciting to feel. It sprang from a thick furry bush at the base of his belly, and it ended in a big hard knobby head. When she timidly caressed the head, it drooled big sticky bubbles of hot cream onto her fingers. This big hard thing was going to go into her
"Baby," Ralph had said in a hoarse urgent voice, "baby, I want you so bad…"
Tina hadn't said anything. She'd just opened her legs. Ralph saw the little blonde opening her thighs wide for him, offering him her cherry, and he didn't waste any time. Moaning, already sweating with excitement, he sank between her slim legs and pressed the hard swollen head of his dick against the tiny moist mouth of her virgin box.
"Easy," he crooned, "easy… It's gonna hurt a little. Always does the first time. But it'll get better, honey, I promise
She trusted him completely. It did hurt a lot when his thick hard meat began to wedge into her tight virgin hole, stuffing her so full she could hardly breathe. It hurt like hell when he gave a brutal shove and broke through her hymen. She clenched her teeth not to scream when his hugely thick long cock plunged all the way to her womb, occupying her completely…
"Now it's gonna get better," he whispered.
Again she trusted him. She clung to him, kept her legs open, and let him ball her slowly, deeply, steadily until at last she began to understand what everybody was so excited about. She finally understood why fucking was so highly rated. By God, it felt good. In fact it felt terrific. In fact she'd never done anything so much fun in her whole life.
After that first time, when Ralph took her virginity and gave her first orgasm, Tina was insatiable. She simply could not fuck often enough or long enough. That was great with Ralph, who was only twenty-five then and felt pretty insatiable himself. They got married very soon so they could do it in a bed of their own, with no hassles.
Now, twenty years later, things had changed.
Ralph still had the powerful hairy body that turned her on so much, but the beer had made him a little thick around the middle. His hair was receding, leaving him bald in front. He used to be a conservative Democrat, and now he was
right-wing Republican. A lot of things had changed by the time Ralph reached forty-but Tina still loved him as much as ever.
The only thing that really bothered her, the only change she didn't like, was that Ralph didn't seem so interested in fucking any more. It had been great right up to a couple of years ago, and then he just seemed to lose his energy and his interest. It finally occurred to her that he might just be bored and that it was up to her to do something about it. After all, twenty years with the same woman is a long time.
So she sat on the edge of his chair and thought about how to turn him on. It sure wasn't like the old days. Ten years ago, for instance, if she'd perched on the edge of his chair and blown in his ear, he'd have pulled her onto his lap, stripped her, and fucked her in no time at all. Not now. Now he just sat there guzzling beer and watching the tube.
Tina leaned down and blew in his ear. No response. She stuck her little slick pink tongue in his ear and wiggled it around teasingly. He blinked and grunted but didn't take his eyes off the boxing match. Tina sighed. She really should know better than to try to get his attention while there was a title bout on TV. But as soon as that damned fight was over.
While she waited for the fight to end, Tina hitched up her skirt-not that it needed to be much shorter. It was already so short that her panties showed whenever she leaned over. But Ralph was a leg man, so she gave him maximum viewing conditions, showing off her shapely legs in their
tan pantyhose. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse to show her plump cleavage. Ralph was a tit man, too.
During the next commercial she leaned down to kiss him, intending to thrust her tongue deep into his mouth in a way that would really blow his mind. She intended to give him her message in no uncertain terms. But she didn't even get to kiss him. Instead, just as she started to lean down, Ralph's big fist came up, holding an empty beer can.
"Gimme another beer, okay, honey?" he said, his eyes still glued to the set.
"Of course, darling," Tina said.
She used her sexiest hip-swinging walk on the way to the kitchen, but Ralph paid no attention at all. The fight came back on, and he was totally absorbed in it. When Tina put the fresh beer in his hand, he only grunted his thanks and didn't even look at her. With a deep sigh she sat down again on the arm of his chair and pressed her hip against his shoulder.
"Ralph," she said softly, "I'm so horny I could scream."
"Umm-hmm," he said absently.
He obviously hadn't heard a word she said. She might as well give up until that goddamn fight was over. Meanwhile she could think of ways to turn him on. She didn't like the way things were going lately, especially since he turned forty. He almost never wanted to ball. She was lucky if she got laid once a month. Well, dammit, she intended to put a stop to that. She was going to liven up their sex
life. Ralph wouldn't be "too tired" tonight
She remembered what she'd done for his thirty-fifth birthday, and she grinned wickedly. Coming home from work, Ralph had been met at the door by a blonde wench in a scandalously sheer black lace nightie. She'd leered at him, he'd dropped his lunch bucket, and in less than a minute they were in the bedroom fucking like crazy. Tina still had that naughty nightgown around somewhere…
She slipped away to the bedroom, searched the back of the closet, and found it. Quickly she stripped, thankful that she'd been careful to keep her figure trim and lithe. She took off everything, so she'd be naked under the nightgown, just like before. She pulled the nightie on and glanced at herself in the mirror.
"Oh, my God," she gasped.
It really was scandalous. She'd forgotten how outrageously revealing the gown was. Of course, it was just meant to be worn as a joke, but it still made her blush. The black lace material had a very wide mesh, and her rosy pink nipples stuck out between the holes, vivid and naked and brazen. The gown clung to her body, outlining every curve, and little tufts of blonde pussy fur stuck out, too.
No wonder that gown had given Ralph an instant hard-on. Tina grinned at her wanton reflection. She prayed it would have the same results tonight. She needed him so badly. Her poor neglected pussy was swollen and aching and wet with pent-up lust… Yes, that crazy gown had better do the job…
Tina went back into the living room, where Ralph was still glued to the tube. The fight was obviously going to go the distance, but at least it was the eleventh round. She'd just have to be patient a little while longer. She slipped onto the chair arm and leaned against her husband, but he didn't look up. He wasn't even aware that she'd changed her clothes.
Tina could not get her mind off her pussy. It had been so long since she'd been balled, she felt she could come instantly if Ralph would just stick it in her. She was powerfully tempted to play with herself, something she'd never done in her whole life. She caught herself rubbing her famished slit back and forth on the arm of the chair.
Stop that, she thought. Only sickies do that.
But of course she knew that wasn't true. It was just a horror story that grownups told to get kids to stop playing with themselves. It was okay to do it, everybody said so nowadays. And she'd really like to know what it was like. Stealthily she placed her hand over the soft curly mound of her moons and pressed down.
It felt exciting to touch herself there. She started to rub, slowly and hesitantly at first, then faster and with more eagerness. Rubbing her little bush indirectly stimulated her clit, and it was getting her very very excited. Then she told herself to stop it. She was horny enough already. What if Ralph didn't want to fuck? Then she'd really be up shit creek.
So she sat and squirmed and lusted and felt her poor hungry cunt leaking hot horny juice right into
her scandalous black lace nightie. And all the while her husband watched the goddamn TV, oblivious of her and her desperate need to get laid. Tina thought it was a miracle that he couldn't feel the hot urgent waves of lust that must be radiating from her body. Please, please, she thought, be horny tonight, Ralph…
At last the fight ended. Ralph stood, stretched, yawned, belched, and turned off the tube. He started for the bedroom, only casually glancing at his wife. If he noticed the sexy nightie, it didn't register or he wasn't impressed. He yawned again as Tina trotted after him, turning out the lights. In the bedroom he sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and took off his slippers.
"Some swell fight, huh?" he said.
"Oh, yes, yes," Tina said absently. "Do you like this nightie, honey?"
Ralph blinked in her direction. "Yeah, real nice," he said casually.
Tina could hardly believe it. This was the nightgown that had driven him wild just five years ago, and now he was yawning at it. She marched over and stood just two feet or so in front of him, but he only blinked at her again and pulled off his t-shirt. He was clearly not the least bit aroused by the sexy garment.
"Ralph," Tina said hoarsely, "look at me."
"Huh?" he said.
But he looked at her, and as he did so, she slowly pulled the clinging nightie off over her head. He'd always liked it when she deliberately undressed in front of him, tried to provoke him.
Now she'd give him a really good show. She took her time about it, giving him a very gradual unveiling of her golden muff and flat sleek belly and round ripe tits with their pointed pink nipples.
At last she pulled the nightie off over her head, tousling her long blonde hair, and tossed the garment aside. She stood naked before her husband, her pretty little triangle of blonde pussy fur practically in his face. Her full round breasts jiggled enticingly.
"See anything you like?" she purred.
Ralph smiled in a friendly way. "You stay in real good shape, honey," he said. "I'm proud of you."
Then he looked away and took off his pants. He was naked then except for his jockey shorts, but she could see that he didn't have a hard-on. The crotch of his shorts told her that. My God, what did it take to turn this guy on? Desperate, she dropped to her knees in front of him and seized the waistband of his shorts.
"Let me do that for you, sweetheart," she cooed.
Ralph looked puzzled but said nothing. While he sat on the edge of the bed, Tina slowly and teasingly inched down his shorts. She saw the first wiry black hairs of his pubic bush, then the pale limp worm of his cock. No hard-on at all. No excitement at all. What was the matter with this guy?
"Raise your ass, darling," she said.
Ralph obeyed, and she slipped his shorts off. He sat there looking bewildered, his poor limp dick
lying flabby and sleepy between his legs. Tina sighed as she dived for it. There was only one other trick she knew to get hard. There was only one other thing she could think of to turn him on.
"Tina, honey, what-?" Ralph started to say, then shut up.
He didn't have to ask what she was doing. It was obvious. She had slipped her little warm hand under his limp meat, and she was licking his flaccid cock, running her mischievous wet tongue swiftly up and down the silky wrinkled stub. She licked his cock till it was wet and gleaming with her saliva, and then she suddenly stuffed it into her mouth. Hot slick flesh closed around his prick. She sucked him fast, greedily, and loudly, making a lewd slurping noise.
"Honey, not tonight," said Ralph.
Tina was so astonished, her mouth fell open, and Ralph's cock slipped out, still limp and useless. You could have knocked her over with a feather. That was the one trick she'd reserved, the one thing she felt sure would get him hot. She rarely blew him, and he loved it. At least he used to. Now he wasn't interested at all. He was crawling under the covers, yawning.
"Ralph," she said, "what's wrong with you? We better talk about this, because I can't take it any more. If you've got another woman-"
"Oh, no, no, honey, it's not that." Ralph spoke with real interest for the first time that evening. "I love you, Tina, nobody else. It's just that I'm getting old, babe. I'm forty, after all. I can't perform like I used to. You gotta resign yourself to
it, Tina-I just can't make love as much as I used to."
Tina knew that wasn't true. She'd read enough to know that even men in their eighties could fuck, and fuck often. Something else was bothering Ralph-but if he refused to tell her about it, then to hell with him. She wasn't going to beg him any more. She wasn't going to make an ass of herself trying to get laid. She'd find some other way to satisfy her needs…
Tina got into bed and turned out the light. In moments Ralph was snoring, a sign that he was deeply asleep. World War Three could have happened, and Ralph wouldn't have heard it. That was fine-it gave Tina a chance to carry out her new, grim resolution. If her husband wouldn't take care of her in bed, then, by God, she'd take care of herself. Masturbation wasn't a no-no anymore. Any educated person knew that
Tina kept well to her side of the bed. She slipped her hand between her legs, feeling the warm soft fur of her mons. She wiggled a finger between the thick-haired lips and for the first time in her life touched her own clit. She pressed it with the tip of her finger-and sudden exciting pleasure seemed to melt her belly. So that was how it felt to play with yourself. It was definitely fun…
She pressed her fingertip more firmly against the slick little nub of flesh and rubbed faster and faster. Dizzying pleasure coursed through her body. Tina could see how she could easily bring herself off as many times as she wanted just by fooling with that funny little button of hers. She'd
been crazy not to try it before. After all, she'd been hearing all her life how much fun it was.
"Ummmm," she murmured, "ummmmm…" Her aroused cunt started leaking juice at a frantic rate, soaking her hand. She rubbed faster and faster on her red-hot squirting clit, till she was almost screaming with pleasure. She could feel her whole pussy responding to the stimulus, swelling up taut and slick, getting soaking wet and fiery hot. Just like she'd get for Ralph, if the dummy would only get it up for her.
No, forget Ralph-he obviously didn't want to play. Whatever the problem was-middle age, another woman, lack of Geritol-he wasn't going to help her out. So to hell with him. She'd take care of herself. Fingers dripping with her Own hot horny juice, Tina massaged her tingling little joy button until she felt the first delicious jolts of orgasm. The powerful climax rippled through her like an earthquake of pleasure, and she had all she could do not to scream with delight and wake her husband.
"Ahhhhh," she whimpered, "Ahhhhhh…"
Unfortunately that delicious come only whetted her appetite. She had plenty of need stored up, too. It'd been months since she and Ralph had really had a proper fuck. She had lots of frustration to take care of. She'd hardly finished coming before she touched her throbbing clit and started to rub it again.
But something was missing. There was some other kind of stimulus she wanted, and it took her a moment to figure it out. Rubbing her clit felt
fantastic, yes, but she needed something more- penetration. The feeling of a big hard cock inside her. And if Ralph wouldn't give it to her, she'd just have to invent something.
First she managed to bring herself off just by using her fingers. She thrust a stiff finger deep into the burning wet tunnel of her cunt-and then a second finger and finally a third, till she had achieved the same thickness as Ralph's cock. She thrust the three fingers stiffly and briskly in and out of her flooded box, and in moments she was having a blinding dizzying climax.
"Ahhhhhh," she wailed, helpless to stifle her cry.
But it still wasn't enough. She wanted more, and she wanted something more like a real cock. Driven to desperation by her need, Tina got out of bed and went to the kitchen and took a long thick sausage from the refrigerator. She got back into bed and used it on herself like a cock. Embarrassed and ashamed but still frantically horny, she thrust the fat sausage deep into her burning wet twat and frigged herself with it fill she came.
It was great-and yet it wasn't what she wanted. Something was still missing. She'd brought herself off three times and achieved super orgasms, but she still didn't feel satisfied. She couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong, what was missing, until she finally curled up close to Ralph to go to sleep. She felt his big hard hairy body, and then she knew what had been missing from all her guilty fun-a man.
"Dammit all," Tina sighed.
Masturbation was a whole lot of fun, she had to admit, but in the long run it wasn't going to give her what she wanted. And neither was Ralph. Well, dammit, she had a right to sex-so the only solution was to have an affair. Much as she loved Ralph, she wasn't going to quit fucking just for him. Grimly she decided to take a lover.
But who? That was the only question…