Martha was already asleep in bed when the coach got home that night. She didn't hear him come in. He didn't wake her. Frank had had an exhausting weekend. He needed a good night's sleep.
It surprised Frank to be awakened shortly after dawn by his wife squirming sensuously next to him. "Uuuhh… what… what's the matter, Martha? Christ, it's not time to get up yet!"
The blonde did not let her husband's gruff manner deter her. She had showered before she went to bed the night before to try to wash off the evidence of her weekend's depravity, but she could not wash away the tingling arousal in her pussy. She had never felt so totally open, so sexual. She realized when she awoke that she could no longer stand to be married to a man who could not answer the intense longing the boys had awakened in her. She would give Frank another chance – maybe a few more chances before she gave up. She hoped he would come around to her way of responding. If he did not, she would have to leave him.
Martha was no longer the same person she had been when the school term began. She needed a man who saw her and recognized her for what she was. She could no longer hide her light under a bushel of humdrum crap! She would still make Frank's toast and wash his clothes. But, in return, she wanted him to treat her like a sexy desirable woman, exactly as she was!
"Mmmmm…" She began to plant kisses over his chest, his pot belly. Her hand reached for his cock. It was flaccid, but under her skilled touch it began to throb to life.
Frank was more wide awake now. He was awestruck. Martha never initiated the sexual encounters between them, though she always responded to him when he did. She was not acting like her usual self. Frank felt himself starting to sweat, whether from passion or uneasiness he did not know.
The distinction between one feeling and another grew hazy. When his wife began to kiss his cock, Frank ceased to care what had gotten into her. He resolved just to go ahead and enjoy an unexpected blowjob in the wee hours of a Monday morning. "Uuuhh… shit, woman! What the hell's got into you? Never mind! I like it! I like it! Uh, suck my cock, baby!"
She was doing just that. Her lips had formed a tight oval around the thick girth of his cock. She slipped the oval down to the base of his cock, slid it back up again, and down again.
"Uuuuhh… beautiful, woman! Martha, my… you are full of surprises!" He had never thought of her that way before, but he was beginning to realize it was true. Little by little she had been doing herself over, looking prettier, smiling more.
The crowning glory of her transformation was her willingly sucking his cock, without his even telling her to do it! That was something new! Something new and good! Even Frank, the arch complainer, could come up with no complaints about that!
Martha was steeping herself in her salacious task. Far a long time, she had resented the authoritarian way her husband got her to suck his cock. She had resented having to be his slave. She realized she had not even given herself a chance to enjoy it. She was taking that chance now. She was rediscovering the filling beauties of her old man's thick throbbing cock!
For one thing, Frank's cock was a bigger mouthful than either of the boys'. It was harder and more demanding in the way it surged up into her mouth. It had been those kinds of things that had put her off before, but now that she was no longer afraid of her sexuality, Martha craved the filling pleasures such a big cock could give her. She did not need it so gentle and romantic anymore. Martha had learned to look in the mirror and accept herself for what she was. She did not need always to be cocooned and coddled. Now that she felt good about herself, it felt good to play hot and hard. She just wanted lots of reminders that she was a thrilling woman – a beautiful sexy woman that any man would be glad to have for a wife!
The surprised grunts erupting from Frank's throat were giving her a great deal of encouragement. She was determined to lay him low, to leave him gasping from the awesome onslaught of her lips. She wanted this to be a blowjob like no other he had ever had. Just from the amount of pleasure she was getting out of sucking his cock, she knew it must be feeling awfully good from the other end!
She was half buried under the covers, but Frank threw them off her. It was too hot for covers anyway. And, it was getting hotter by the minute. He wanted to get a good look at his sexy wife working her head over his cock. She had never done it to him so good. If he had not been so aroused, Frank might have gotten suspicious. Instead, he was grateful for whatever it was that had made of his hangdog aging wife a sexy wanton siren of lust! He liked what she was doing to him! He liked it a lot! He had almost forgotten how good it could be between them… how it had been in the old days when they could not be in the same room without falling onto each other with lust in their hearts!
"Oh Martha… I don't know what kind of dreams you've been having, baby, but keep them up! You're beautiful, baby! Beautiful!" Her ass was sticking out from under the hem of her nightgown, waving practically in his face. He had forgotten what a good-looking ass she had. It looked particularly good when it was squirming in time to her mouth-rhythm over his hard cock!
It was working! Martha could hardly believe how well it was working! Frank was telling her how beautiful she was. He was loving everything she was doing to him. It was just like it had been between them in the old days, before all the resentments had built a wall between them. Except she thought she loved her husband even more now than she had then. She had been through the bad times. She could appreciate so much better how precious the good times were… and how important it was to keep them good!
Her head bobbed more and more wantonly over his stiff cock. She could feel his cock-tip knocking against the back of her throat. Each time it did so, she felt a new surge of excitement flare inside her cunt. "Oh Frank, I love you!" she squealed and went back to her cock-sucking. The throbbing in her pussy told her just how much she meant what she said.
It was getting more and more amazing. Frank was torn between watching his wife's tight squirming ass and closing his eyes to drift with the feelings. He did not know how long it had been since his wife had told him she loved him in the midst of lovemaking. He had long ago quit even thinking about things like that. He hadn't thought he had the time or the inclination for that sissy stuff.
But once she had said it, he realized how good it made him feel. It was important to him after all. "I love you too, Martha! You're beautiful, woman! You suck a great cock!"
Martha was already on the verge of orgasm, without even having any direct stimulus on her cunt. She waved her ass wantonly in the air, not even realizing that her pussy was begging for attention.
Frank realized it. A trifle reluctantly, he pulled his cock out of his wife's mouth and kneeled up behind her. Reluctance was forgotten when he felt her pussy-walls close around his hard cock. "Uuuuuhhh… you still have the tightest pussy going, Martha!"
Her ass writhed frantically. His cock felt so good, so filling in her cunt. She closed her eyes. Her jaw fell open. She let the feelings shoot through her.
Even in the midst of her passion, Martha was aware of how much she owed to her boys. To them she owed the reclamation of her self-respect, her sense of humor, her husband. The way she and Frank were going, it might be a while before she saw the boys again.
But when she did, she would be sure to let them know just how grateful she was!
"Oh Frank darling… do it to me! You're the greatest!" Martha was happy. The happiest woman on earth, with a hot wet pussy to prove it!