Jayne Morrison sat on the edge of the bed as she rolled her nylon stockings up her heavy thighs. She never wore tights. Her husband, Jonathon, hated tights. He said they made a woman look like a smooth-crotched, sexless doll – and the last thing that Jayne saw herself as was sexless. She was certainly right about that, as well. She was a gorgeous woman, often compared to the proverbial brick shithouse. Heavy hipped and large breasted, she had a narrow waist – the classic hourglass configuration.
She was naked now, but for the stockings and the black garter belt to which they would be strapped.
She was getting dressed for the office party. Jonathon came to the door of the bedroom and looked in. He was not particularly pleased that his lovely wife was going to a party without him, but he hadn't objected too strongly. It was simply a matter of office policy that the husbands and wives of the employees did not attend the annual party.
He trusted Jayne and wasn't troubled by the thought that she might get in to some hanky panky, he was simply a bit annoyed at having to spend the evening home alone.
He would have preferred to spend the night fucking and sucking with luscious Jayne.
They had only been married for a short time and she had only worked for the Benson Company for a few months, so this was the first office party she would be attending… and the first time she had gone out without Jonathon.
Now he stood at the door and regarded her as she rolled her nylons up her shapely thighs, slowly, as if caressing her legs in the process.
Jonathon grinned and took a deep breath. As usual, his cock began to quiver at the sight of Jayne.
It was a rare man, indeed, whose cock did not respond to the sight of Jayne.
If gold could rust, rusted sold would be the color of her hair, a thick, tawny mane that fell heavily to her shoulders, framing her sensual countenance in curls and coils.
Her eyes were amber, slightly tilted, cat-like. Her mouth was wide and full, her cheekbones high. When she tossed her head, her hair cascaded around her face. Jonathon always found that an erotic movement.
Her tits were large and firm, thrusting upright without need of support, capped by nipples as firm as bullets. She never wore a bra, nor did she need one. Jonathon rather wished she would wear a bra, tonight, since she would be unescorted, but he wasn't even sure if she owned one.
As long as she wore panties…
Thinking of panties, he let his eyes trail down to the part of her ripe body over which those panties would, in due course, be fitted.
Her pubic bush was the same rusty gold as her hair, a thick and luxurious tangle of curls. Her legs were slightly parted as she adjusted the stockings and Jonathon could see her crotch. Her pink slit was wet and open.
His cock hardened some more.
Her hips were wide and full, sweeping sharply in to her narrow waist at the top and flowing down to blend with her heavy thighs below. He could not see her ass at the moment, since she was sitting on it, but he knew full well how nicely the jutting cheeks thrust out like a shelf, and then cut sharply in to the backs of her thighs.
Jayne strapped the garters to the stockings. Looking up, she noticed her husband standing in the doorway, in an attentive attitude.
She smiled.
She arched her back slightly, so that her tits thrust out and her belly drew in. She didn't close her legs. Jayne liked to be admired. She was not vain nor narcissistic, but she had no false modesty – she knew that she was sexy and enjoyed the regard of a man's eyes.
Jonathon's eyes seemed to burn into her velvet flesh, like lasers, branding her.
Touched by his vision, responding to a visual caress, her nipples stiffened and extended and her pussy parted further, the slot filling with cunt juice.
She saw the bulge in the front of his slacks. She tossed her head in that way he always found so stimulating and erotic, smiling at him with her head tilted.
He looked at his watch.
Jayne had intended to take a taxi to the party. They had two cars, but she knew she might have a few drinks during the evening and did not want to risk driving home. Now she said, "If you were to drive me to the office, honey, it would save some time. I wouldn't have to leave so soon…"
"All right," he said.
He was a tall, lean, handsome fellow with casual brown hair and an athletic build. He also, as the lump in his trousers signified, had a whopper of a prick. Jayne had not exactly fallen in love with him because of the magnitude of his member, but she was certainly pleased that he possessed a big cock. It would have been frustrating as hell to fall in love with a man who had a tiny dick, she knew.
Her tongue licked across her lower, lip.
Jonathon advanced towards her, shoulders back, so that he seemed to be following his pelvis.
His prick was fully erect now, struggling to escape from the confines of his clothing.
He stood before her, grinning.
Jayne ran her hand up the inside of his leg.
"I thought I might have to spend the evening beating my meat," he said.
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Thinking of you at that party…"
That hint of jealousy thrilled her. She loved to know that her husband did not take her for granted – although she had never cheated on him.
"I was afraid you might take the opportunity to go out looking for a woman," she said.
"With a wife like you? Not likely."
Her hand slid up and cupped his bloated balls, squeezing gently. His cock pushed out like a sword, threatening to rip right through his pants.
"Still," she said. "It might be just as well if I empty your balls before I leave… just to be on the safe side. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, that's a good idea," he said.
Jayne unbuckled his belt.
She unbuttoned the top of his fly and then began to play with the zipper, drawing it down a few inches and then teasingly pulling it up again. But she drew it down a bit farther than she drew it up each time, so that little by little she was moving it towards the bottom.
Jonathon stood still, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed. He had begun to breath heavily and his face was taut with expectation.
His fly was wide open.
Jayne let his trousers drop to his feet. He wore white cotton shorts and the outline of his massive cock bulged against the material, a huge white mound stretching the elastic out from his waist and writhing just before her face. She gazed at that lump, licking her lips. Her eyes, too, were narrowed in expectation.
Jonathon stepped out of his pants, leaving them in a heap at his feet.
Jayne cupped his balls again, squeezing, thrilled at how bloated they were – at how full of spunk. She could feel the hard nuts jiggle inside the hairy sac. Jayne loved jism. She loved to see it spurt out from his cockhead, she loved to feel it on her hands, on her breasts, deep within her cunt or bubbling over her nimble tongue. She loved everything about cum – the taste, the texture, the creamy heat.
As she cupped his balls in one hand, she began to play with his cock with the other, caressing him through his cotton undershorts. Her fingers traced up the fat stalk and she fingered the bulging knob.
Jonathon moaned.
A dark, damp patch appeared on his under pants as the head of his prick began to bubble.
Jayne whimpered.
She pushed her tongue out and touched the pink tip against that damp spot, tasting his jism through the material, as if it were some rare sauce that must be strained through cotton to remove the impurities.
He placed a hand against her cheek.
Jayne ran her tongue up his tackle, starting at his balls and slurping up to the head.
Slipping her fingers under the elastic band, she drew his shorts out and down.
Freed, his prick loomed out.
It was at least nine inches long and quite thick. The knob was shaped like a mushroom, a dark purple at the moment, gorged by throbbing lust. The vein that ran up the underside of his shaft was as thick as her little finger, pulsing darkly where it merged into his big peckerhead. His cleft was gaping open and preliminary spunk bubbled there.
It made Jayne's mouth water.
She pulled his shorts down, leaning forward to do so. His cockhead rubbed against her cheek. She tugged them down his legs and he stepped out of them. She leaned back again, letting his dick glide along her neck.
She folded one hand around the root of his stalk and her tongue came out. She lapped up the oily delicacy that was oozing from his knob.
"Ooooh," she purred, as the delicious stuff tingled on her tastebuds.
She began to lick and suck all around the head and up and down the shaft. His cock was so heated that her saliva steamed on the hot flesh.
Jayne adored sucking cock and drinking cum.
Jonathon was well aware of that.
He said, "Suck me off, if you want, baby."
She hesitated, sorely tempted.
But they did not have a whole lot of time to spare and she knew that if she milked him off in her mouth, there would be no time to get him hard again for a fuck. Sucking him off was a true pleasure for both of them, but it was not an end in itself for Jayne. She always liked to follow a delicious mouthful with a thrilling cuntful. If she blew him now, without getting a fuck afterwards, she was going to be horny as hell all night. Although Jayne had never been unfaithful to her husband, and did not have the slightest intention of ever cheating on him, she was not naive. She was no fool to tempt fate. She would be spending the evening with a whole lot of horny men at the office, and they would all be losing their inhibitions as they swilled down the free booze. If she happened to be horny…
Well, there was no sense in taking a chance. Smiling demurely, she said, "I'll give you a nice long blow job when I get home. I'll probably be a bit tipsy and you know how horny – and hungry – I get when I've been drinking… and you can think about it while you wait. But right now I think we'd better have a fuck."
That was no hardship.
Jonathon reached down and began to knead her tits. The big nipples hardened in his palms. He squeezed the firm, velvet globes and pulled gently on the tips.
While he felt her tits, Jayne licked his prick some more, not taking it into her mouth – for she was afraid that once she got that tasty hunk of cockmeat into her mouth, she would be unable to stop sucking until she had milked it to the bone – but merely running her hot tongue all aver the head and flutter kissing the electrically sensitive area where the stalk spread out into the knob.
Then she leaned back, gazing up at him.
Jonathon nodded.
His cock was glowing.
Jayne dropped back on the bed, sideways, and drew her knees up, parting her lush thighs.
Her cunt was wide open.
The slit had widened into an oval and that pink slot was filled with cream. Her slit was stiff and throbbing.
Jonathon stared down at her crotch for a moment, loving the way her smooth flesh was framed by the black garter belt.
He knelt on the edge of the bed.
Jayne arched her slender back, hiking her hips up and angling to receive his cock.
He wrapped his hand around the base of his prick and aimed the head at her cunt.
He had caressed her tits but had not yet touched her pussy in the foreplay. He saw that it was not necessary. She was as hot and as wet as she could get, inspired by the taste of his prick and the expectation of what was to come.
Dipping down, he fitted his cockhead to her cunt.
He didn't enter her right away. He began to rub his knob up and down in her slot, caressing her cunt and clit with the tip.
"Oh! Fuck me, darling!" she moaned.
Jonathon grinned. He braced his knees and tensed his ass and then he ran the full length of his long, fat cock up her cunt hole with one long, fluid stroke.
The hot stalk pushed up the well-lubricated tunnel. His belly slapped hers and his balls swung in, whacking against her upthrust ass. Their pubic hair tangled together. Jayne squealed with joy at the sensation. Jonathon grunted as he whacked his dong home.
He held that full penetration for a long moment, savoring the joy of having every inch of his big cock sheathed in hot, wet, clinging pussy.
Jayne whimpered in ecstasy as she thrilled to the feeling of being chock-a-block full of fat pecker.
She began to move, rocking gently back and forth, her ass heaving up and her hips starting to pump like slow pistons so that, although her husband remained motionless, she had begun to fuck herself on his steady stalk.
Her cunt lips sucked at his prick and her hole worked like a velvet wringer, clinging and sucking along the length of his thick root.
Since he was not moving yet, she was not taking the full length of his cock in and out, but was merely sliding up and down on the first couple inches. Jonathon looked down, thrilled at the sight of his fat prick vanishing up her slit, reappearing – slippery with cunt juice – only to slip back up that tight slot to the root.
Her cunt felt like it was masturbating him inside her loins as the talented inner muscles worked on his stalk and sucked on his cockhead.
Jayne gurgled.
Her movements became more erratic, more impatient, as she urged him to start fucking into her. It was lovely to squirm around on his huge cock, but now she was ready to have that heavy load shoveled up her energetically.
Jonathon braced his knees on the edge of the mattress and steadied his ass and hips, preparing to begin fucking. Her body bowed back, arching to hint. Her face had become a mask of passion, eyes narrowed, lips parted, pink tongue slipping back and forth across her mouth. She clamped her lush thighs around his back and gripped him tightly, relaxed, then gripped again, foreshadowing the rhythm which she wanted him to use when he started balling her purposefully.
"Shove it up me, darling!" she cried. "Feed that hot prick to my cunt!"
Jonathon began to plow into her.
He drew back until only the head of his cock was buried in her gash, then slammed the whole fat wad home. She instantly fell into pace with his movements. Her thighs tightened over his ass as he rammed it in, then relaxed to allow him to draw out. Her belly heaved, meeting his thrust, then she twisted her hips from side to side as he pulled out, adding to the grinding friction as she rotated her creamy cunt around on his prick.
Jonathon reached down and cupped her shifting ass in both hands.
He lifted her loins as he spiked them.
They were fairly flying together by this time, fucking furiously. They knew that it was not going to be a long fuck, for they were both ready to come at any moment. His prick was steaming. The knob throbbed and pulsed and the thick shaft was swelling up, stuffing her full with cockmeat. Her cunt was creaming and her clit tingled as his stalk ran back and forth across it.
Heavy streamers of cunt juice flowed from her gash and ran down her crotch and seeped into the taut crack of her upthrust ass as she pumped away.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried in short, sharp gasps of pure passion. Then, as the thrill continued to build, the gasps blended into one sustained wail of unbridled lust. "Oooh…" she moaned, prolonging the sound, her tongue and lips passing it out while her eyelashes fluttered wildly.
"Unghhh!" Jonathon grunted, as he slammed the pork to her hard and fast. Then: "Ahhh…" as he drew the fat hunk back out, only to whack it home again.
He was shoveling it to her with total abandon now, the long, underslung strokes speeding up her hole in a furious tempo. His balls slapped against her, jamming into her crotch. Her thighs pulled and dragged. Long waves of release began to ripple across her belly.
"Coming… I'm coming…" she whimpered.
But Jonathon already knew that.
He could feel her cunt melting around his cock like a wax candle around a hard wick.
Her clit was working against his prick like a soft file, swollen and throbbing.
His big pecker swelled mightily as he thundered into her remorselessly.
Jayne shuddered.
Her eyes opened wide, as if she were amazed at the magnitude of the thrill that had seized her. Her whole ripe body began to tremble and vibrate.
Then he joined her at the peak, groaning low in his throat and then howling like a beast in torment.
His balls exploded.
The thick sap rushed up his prick in a creamy jet and poured into her cunt like a volcanic eruption. He shot as he plowed in, spilling his jism in the very depths of her loins. Then he pulled back and slammed in frantically, in time to pour his second creamy wad into the depths.
His cum mingled with her cunt juice and the combined oils pumped from her cunt as he pistoned in, forced out by his fat pump, soaking her crotch and his belly and spurting onto his balls as they jammed tight.
He spurted a third load into her, and yet a fourth.
Each time he shot up her, her cunt responded by pumping out another hot gush of cunt juice.
At last he was drained.
His cock was still stiff and he held steady, panting, while Jayne squirmed and writhed beneath him, working out the terminal spasms of her own orgasm.
She smiled up at him.
"Oh, that was lovely…" she purred.
Jonathon leaned down and kissed her on the lips, running his tongue into her mouth, then ducked lower and kissed each taut, vibrant nipple.
His prick was still hard as an iron bar, still buried up her flooded hole. Although he had just emptied his balls of a huge creamy load, they were already starting to swell up with a renewed charge.
Usually, when they both came quickly, as they just had, Jonathon was inclined to leave his cock inside her cunt, waiting for a few moments, and then starting to fuck a second time – a longer, slower, more leisurely but equally thrilling fuck culminated by a second heavy climax.
They were both highly sexed. A single fast fuck never satisfied them for long.
But there was no time now.
Regretfully, he looked at his watch.
Ruefully, he said, "Damn! I guess we'll have to take a rain check on seconds."
"I'm afraid so. But it won't be long… and remember, I promised you a lovely blow job when I get home."
That was not a promise that horny Jonathon was likely to forget.
He slowly pulled his dick out of her cunt.
Her cunt lips slurped on the departing slab of cockmeat, loath to give it up.
His cock came out stiff, then slowly started soften.
Vacated, her open pussy flooded with their mingled juices. When she stood up, her pussy squished moistly, causing her to giggle. His prick quivered, sinking down but quite ready to rise again, given the opportunity and the reason and the place to fit.
But there was not time.
He watched his sexy wife as she walked to the bathroom to mop up her creamy crotch. He put his pants on again. She came back to finish dressing. She sheathed her hot cunt in a pair of very brief, transparent panties, and Jonathon frowned for a moment. Why was she wearing such sexy panties to the party? he wondered. But then he grinned at his absurd suspicions. Jayne did not own any panties that were not sexy, he remembered. It was as simple as that. He felt a bit sheepish at having thought otherwise.
She wore a jade-green sheath dress that clung to the lush curves of her body. He could not help but notice that her stiff nipples made little points in the material and that it clung tightly at the back, so that the crack of her ass could be glimpsed as she moved.
But he trusted her.
He drove her to the office.