I got out of bed and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Why was my husband neglecting me? Amber, I love you. That's what he used to say to me four months ago, just before we were married. It seemed like he couldn't get enough of my body to satisfy him then. Now he hardly looks at me.
I tried to see myself objectively in the mirror to figure out why Jeff didn't want to ram his cock into me any more. At twenty I was a long way from being over the hill, that's for sure. The men at the hospital never resisted a chance to rub up against me. Why wouldn't Jeff?
I peeled out of my tight T-shirt and threw it on the floor. My full, firm tits jiggled without a hint of any sagging. The nipples were hard little buds and the areolas a dark brown, the size of silver dollars. My waist was slim and my hips flared. All in all I had one hell of a shapely body.
The thick blonde bush between my legs needed something badly from Jeff – his cock. I watched my own hand slowly creep from nay hip to between my legs, the long fingernails gently scratching near the pink slit.
I looked at my face in the mirror, at my large, crystal-blue eyes and thick, sensual lips. My hair falls in loose waves down to the small of my back, honey-colored, like my twat.
It suddenly occurred to me that I was fingering my own pussy at six in the morning. Six in the morning – I should be in bed with my husband snuggled up close to his warm body. I slipped back into bed without waking Jeff up. I closed nay eyes. Though I didn't need to be at the hospital until ten thirty, I was wide awake and horny as hell.
"Jeff, honey, are you awake?" I asked quietly. He didn't move a muscle. Easing the covers off his body, I curled my knees under me. I gently unsnapped the fly of his pajamas and picked up his cock. It was warm and soft in my hand, all full of wrinkles. I knew what his cock could do to me, hard, and getting it hard is one of my greatest abilities.
Bending forward, my tits mashing against my thighs, I flicked my tongue out, just touching the very tip of Jeff's prick. I swirled my tongue around the head, getting it slick with my saliva. His cock tasted heavenly against my tongue.
Letting his cock lie flat against his body, pointing toward his hairy chest, I licked down the shaft to the sac holding his two large nuts. I licked the loose skin, then sucked one ball into my mouth. I basted the egg-shaped nut with my spit, holding it for a long time in my mouth. After warming his other nut with my tender mouth, I slowly began to work my way back to his cockhead.
A large, blue vein showed an the underside of his cock, pumping blood into his tool. I felt his pulse under my lips as I kneaded the growing flesh tenderly. Taking his prick once again in my hand, I hefted it, feeling it swell with unconscious passion.
Jeff hasn't got a real big cock – maybe six inches long when fully hard – so I had no trouble taking his tool completely into my mouth. Slowly his slick cock passed through my lips, sliding over my tongue before finally resting at the opening of my throat. I chewed timidly on the shaft, wanting to stimulate it to full length with my mouth and lips, but not wanting to be so exciting that Jeff would wakeup.
The prick became hard quickly. With his curly pubic hairs tickling my nose I could feel his mushroomed knob throbbing at the back of my mouth. Slowly I pulled my head up, the smooth cock lightly rubbing against my lips, until the crown was all that remained in my moist mouth. I rotated my head, then pressed my face down again, taking the cock in my mouth.
I toyed with Jeff's balls, scratching and squeezing one nut with each hand. My head moved faster at his crotch as the thought of tasting Jeff's cum for the first time filtered through my brain.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned, unable to keep silent any longer. My pussy was dewy with my own passion. Maybe… just maybe I could convince Jeff to fuck me.
The hard shaft was trembling between my lips and the crown throbbed with each lick of my tongue. My breath hissed through my nose as I jerked my mouth along the cocks rigid surface.
A tiny bit of cream oozed out of the tip, tasting salty against my tongue, and I moaned again, louder than before. A thick strand of blonde hair fell across my face, sticking against the wet surface of Jeff's cock. I pulled the hair away and threw the strand over my shoulder, not wanting anything to disturb my fervent cocksucking.
"Ugggg!" Jeff hissed, still sleeping. I glanced up at him quickly. He was waking up. I curled my fingers around his veined shaft and whacked the hot cock, twisting my tongue hungrily around the knob. Soon, very soon I would get to suck his hot, bubbling cum.
Suddenly the clock's alarm went off, rattling my already ragged nerves so badly that I took the cock out of my mouth. Jeff snapped to a sitting position, staring at me with eyes the size of saucers. Before he had a chance to say anything I clamped my lips tightly over his cockhead and beat his hot prick.
"What are you doing?" Jeff screamed, trying to jump out of bed. I held on tight, sucking hard with my lips as his balls jumped in their tight sac. "Get away from me!"
Jeff grabbed a handful of hair and snapped my head back, pulling his hips away from me. His cock unplugged from my clenching mouth with a loud pop. His balls jumped between his legs again as I fisted his prick, then a thick jet of white cum shot through the air and smacked against the side of my face, making a sticky line from my cheek to my neck.
As much as Jeff wanted to get away from me, his balls had something else to say about it. I beat my tiny fist over his shank as a second stream exploded from his dick. This time the jism landed on my jouncing tits.
"You filthy…" Jeff said, leaving the thought unfinished. He pulled me by my hair further from his spewing cock and stepped out of bed. Fighting against the pain I pushed toward him, leaning over the edge of our bed to whack his cock. I pointed the tip at my open mouth, hoping against the odds that he could shoot his wad far enough to splash it against my tongue. Luck wasn't with me and the remainder of his cum ended up slowly trickling down my arm.
"I really can't believe you would do that to me," Jeff said, looking at me with sheer disgust. "You know that I believe oral intercourse is filthy and still you did such a thing."
"But Jeff, hasn't it occurred to you that maybe I don't think giving head is so disgusting?"
"Just look at you! You've got it all over your body!" His face twisted disdainfully and he went into the bathroom for his morning shower. Such a silly man, he doesn't like it when his own wife gives him a blow-job!
I stepped in front of the mirror again and looked at myself. The cum on my face felt warm and moist as it slowly trickled down my cheek. Using a finger I scooped a little of the white cream over my lips, then licked them. The cum – the first I had ever tasted – was exactly as I was told it would taste. Jeff's jism was pungent, sort of salty. I swirled the little drop of spunk around in my mouth briefly before swallowing it.
There was a great deal of cum on my arm and I wiped it between my tits, rubbing it in like cold cream. I cupped my titties in my hands, tweaking the nipples between my fingers. My smooth, tanned skin was shining with Jeff's cum.
Jeff shouted something at me from the bathroom, but the shower was too loud for me to understand what it was he wanted. I really didn't care. If my open attitude toward sex was disgusting to Jeff, then he should try and consider how disgusting his inhibited attitude strikes me. Of course, looking at our spat objectively was out of the question for Jeff.
Why am I so fascinated with sucking pricks? Probably because Jeff has never let me do it. Whenever I'm told that I shouldn't do something, I almost always make a point of doing that very thing. Jeff says it's a fault in my personality. Jeff is fucked up.
"Right now the very sight of you unsettles me," Jeff said, blitzing into the bedroom with a towel around his waist. "I'm going to go to work and try to forget about what happened this morning. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find it in my heart to forgive you. I just don't understand you any…"
I turned toward Jeff and smiled. His face twisted into an even more hideous mask of contempt when he saw my cum-streaked face. "Can't you wipe that stuff off?" He turned his back to me, dropped the towel, then quickly put on a pair of shorts. Jeff has never intentionally allowed me to look at his naked body.
"I just don't understand why you're getting so upset," I said, wiping the spunk from my face with a Kleenex. "I've been told by same of the girls at work that their boyfriends really enjoy it when they suck cocks."
"Put some clothes on. I don't want you to parade yourself around this bedroom like a harlot. Also, I don't want you to talk to me again in the same tone and manner that you've talked to me today. You sound like a cheap streetwalker."
Jeff left without having breakfast, which didn't bother me a bit. I didn't want to look at him, either. I wiggled back into my panties and T-shirt and went to the living room for a cigarette and some morning coffee.
With a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in the other, I looked out our most unscenic picture window and cursed life in general and Jeff in particular. The apartment building we live in is built like a horseshoe and all I had to look at was someone else having his morning coffee and cigarette.
I stepped out on our balcony, feeling the cool morning air against my body. I knew I shouldn't be outside wearing just panties and a too-tight T-shirt, but I was feeling daring and horny. The guy across the way turned his attention to me, but I ignored him, pretending not to see him though I watched his every move out of the corner of my eye.
Eventually I stepped back into the living room, set my coffee cup down, and decided to give my interested stranger a show. I started jogging in place, my tits bouncing frantically under the cotton shirt. Then I dropped into a sitting position and locked my fingers behind my head. Stretching out, I took a big gulp of air – causing my boobs to rise and fall in the most inviting way – and then snapped off ten quick sit-ups. On my way up with each one I checked and was pleased to find that my stranger in the other apartment was still interested in me.
I studied the stranger for a moment. He looked solidly built, though I really couldn't see much because of his rather loose-fitting bathrobe. His hair was dark and curly, cut fashionably short in the disco style. He had a trim, neatly cut moustache and sideburns that came just to the bottom of his ears. Beyond that, my adoring stranger was too far to judge.
With my fingers still hooked behind my head I rested prone on the floor, then picked my legs up and held them straight in the air. After a moment I split them wide, giving the stranger a good view of my crotch. With my legs splayed out I felt wonderfully exposed, feeling as though the whole world could see me while knowing all along that just ones gentleman I had never met was feasting his eyes on my body.
"My, my, my," I murmured when I saw the man untie the belt on his robe. His hand worked inside his shorts and I could faintly make out the tip of his cock peaking through the end of his fist as he jacked off.
I continued to give him a show, working my legs up and down so that he could see my panty-clad crotch. The stranger's fist worked frantically on his cock and I felt my cunt becoming moist for the second time that day. A stranger wanted my body and was probably dreaming some lustful fantasy in his mind about me. He was, no doubt, fucking me rather than his hand. At least that's what his imagination would be telling him.
I looked at him between my spread thighs. His hand was just a blur at his waist. The stranger stared straight into my crotch as little spurts of cum shot through the air.
Memorial Hospital was quiet as I walked through the familiar doors, dressed in a crisp white uniform with a starched cap held on top of my piled hair with several bobby pins.
"Hello, Amber," Dr. Bruce Joseph Dean said, smiling his aristocratic smile. "How is it going today?"
"Not very good, actually," I replied, taking in his broad smile and dark, brooding eyes. He had a commanding presence that I had tried to ignore in the past. Now, horny as hell, I looked at him in a way I never dreamed I would.
"Something I can help you with? You know you can talk to me about anything."
"Yes, I know that and believe me, it's a comfort. I've got problems and I don't really feel like seeing a shrink about them."
"A psychiatrist?" he said, raising his bushy eyebrows.
"Actually, a marriage counselor would be more like it." His dark eyes took mine in, then quickly panned down to catch a glimpse of my cleavage. "I've done my rounds in two hours before, I'll try and do it again today. Could you meet me in the lunch room at twelve-thirty?"
"I'll be there." Bruce's eyes caught mine again. He looked at me with concern, with honest concern. I looked at him trying to hide my lust for his body.
Bruce had never really interested me before. At thirty-five he was fifteen years my senior and a colleague of my husband. His father, Bruce Joseph Dean, Sr., was the Chief Surgeon of Memorial Hospital. He took the position after his father left it and, among those in the know, Bruce was the leading candidate to fill the position after his father retired. All in all, Bruce had seemed too success oriented to be my kind of man. Both he and Jeff spent too much time worrying about how much money and fame they could get.
I did my afternoon rounds quickly, giving shots and medication to patients without my usual short conversations with each of them. At precisely twelve-thirty I was in the lunch room smoking a cigarette with hard, long drags. I was nervous about seeing Bruce. On one hand, I wanted to get fucked madly and Bruce's long, lean body excited me. On the other hand I wanted my marriage with Jeff to work and never before had I been unfaithful to him.
"Deep in thought," Bruce said, towering over me. I hadn't seen him walk in and he surprised me.
"I'm worried. I've got a lot of things on my mind," I said. "Can I get you a cup of coffee?"
"No, I haven't got much time. Now what is it that's bothering you so?"
"It's Jeff. It's Jeff and me. It's everything about our marriage. It seems like what I like to do he can't stand and our values are getting all twisted up."
"How long have you been married now?"
"Just four months. He didn't seem like this before we were married and…" I broke off quickly, noticing one of the older, and more nosey, nurses listening to my confession. "Perhaps we could talk some place else, Bruce. I don't feel very comfortable here."
Bruce and I walked in silence until we found a laundry room. The workers there wouldn't be back for a half-hour as they had just taken their lunch break.
Bruce leaned against the door and I stood in front of him, feeling my knees shaking. A sudden feeling – fear, if you will – of fucking Bruce came over me.
"What is troubling you? I promise, I'll help in any way possible and everything that goes on in this room will go no further."
"Jeff and I aren't making love much any more. Hell, it used to be he couldn't get enough of my body and I couldn't get enough of his. But now he hardly touches me and when he does… well… he doesn't let me do the things to him that I want to do."
"He doesn't like to… ah… how should I say this?"
"He doesn't let me suck his cock," I said, surprised at myself for coming right out and saying it. "Today, while he was asleep, I started sucking him. His cock sure enjoyed it because he got hard as hell. I sucked him and sucked him, taking his cock deeply into my mouth and stroking his balls. Suddenly be woke up and grabbed me by the hair. He pulled my face away but I kept stroking him until he came. For the first time in my life I got to suck him and taste him cum."
"He let you suck him off?"
"No, not really. I jacked him off and his cum landed on my face and tits. He cursed and called me all sorts of filthy things and took a shower. When he was in the bathroom I took some of it from my body and tasted it."
Bruce was not unaffected by my story. I pretended to look at the floor, but I really was staring at his crotch. The bulge excited me more than watching the stranger jack himself off.
"Oh, Bruce, I just don't know what to do with these feelings I've kept trapped inside of me." Bruce put his hand on my shoulder and I circled his waist with mine. Since he was so much taller than I, his bulging cock pressed against my stomach, just below my boobs. I pulled him tighter, resting the side of my face on his chest.
"I feel for you, Amber. I really do. There was a girl a long, long time ago. I was going with a girl and I wanted her to suck my cock. She just wouldn't. She said it was a terrible thing for me to ask her to do."
I tightened my hold on Bruce, mashing my tits against him and feeling the heat of his cock against my stomach. Tilting my head up, I parted my lips and licked them quickly. Bruce caught the hint and bent down to kiss me. His strong harms bent me backward as his hot, hungry lips sealed over mine. His tongue flicked over my lips then dashed into my mouth. I tongued his lips, too, drinking his lustful spirit.
"Sweet, tortured Amber," Bruce whispered. His hand moved around my body, cupping my ripe tit. My nipple was already hard with lust and once his fingers pressed over the sensitive bud my breathing became ragged, strained.
With his other hand Bruce squeezed my asscheeks, rubbing them with the flat of his hand and pressing me even closer to him. Tingles of pleasure and passion sped through my body, urging me on.
Bruce pulled up my dress in back and felt my butt. His fingers toyed with my asscheeks, squeezing each one in turn before exploring further down between my legs. I felt his finger pressing against my pantyhose, finding my little bunghole. He searched further and reached between my legs to feel the moist heat of my twat.
I was turned around so that my back was to the door, then Bruce backed away, holding me at arm's length. His eyes feasted on my body – my eyes feasted on his. Bruce placed his hands over my tits, fondling them tenderly.
"You can't imagine how many times I have wanted to bring you into this room and run my hands all over your body," Bruce said, squeezing my tingling tits. "I've watched that cute ass of yours walking away from me hundreds of times and every time I've wanted to walk up behind you and squeeze it."
"This is wrong," I said suddenly, not knowing where the words came from. "I… I don't know what I mean."
Bruce shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. His right hand left my tit and traveled down my body, the fingertips lightly trailing over my stomach down to the hem of my dress. I felt his fingers touching my thigh, igniting an even more intense flame in my snatch.
"Spread your legs," Bruce commanded. I shook my head and he squeezed my boob a little harder. "I said spread your legs."
"No, I can't. I'm a married woman," I whimpered. My body said give him what he wanted, but something else inside of me said to resist.
Bruce's hand moved higher, pushing up my dress. I quivered when his fingers traced an outline of my burning pussy. My knees shook even more and, to my own surprise, I spread my legs to give his hand more room. The strong hand with its experienced, long fingers worked over my twat, rubbing my hot clit through the pantyhose.
"No, no, no. This is wrong. Bruce," I said, closing my eyes. His hand worked in circles over my cunt, driving me wild. I bunched my dress in my hands, not wanting to touch Bruce while wanting him to feel me.
Bruce took his hand from my seething twat and for just a moment I thought he would quit. Then, before I realized what had happened, he hooked his fingers in the elastic band of my pantyhose and jerked them down, exposing my blonde snatch.
"Stop it, damn it! This has gone too far," I said, grabbing Bruce's hand just before it got to my wet crease.
"I can't stop, baby. You'll enjoy it, I promise." Bruce grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and freed his other hand. I struggled against him and he held me so tightly my hands began to hurt. With his free hand he reached between my legs once again, flicking his fingers through my cunthair. His middle finger found the opening of my gash and pushed into the moist hole while his thumb rubbed against my burning, distended clit. Now I knew I couldn't stop him and didn't want to. All I cared about was having my first climax in months.
"Your pussy is so nice and warm," he said, pushing his finger into me until his palm pushed flat against my pelvis. "Amber, I want to fuck you so much!"
"No, never will I let you fuck me!"
Bruce pulled his finger most of the way out of my twat before be shoved it back in. He did this several times, nice and slow to tantalize my twat as much as possible. My snatch clamped around his finger as the clear oil trickled down his linger into his palm. My cunt had taken over my entire body. It needed something and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
"Please get me off, Bruce. Ohhhhhh!" I humped my hips each time the long finger jammed into my snatch. There was nothing I wanted more than to have his cock slam past my pussylips, but I couldn't allow myself to be that unfaithful to Jeff. Letting someone fingerfuck me into a beautiful orgasm, I figured, wasn't quite as bad as letting someone fuck me into climaxing.
"No! Nooooo!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm going to… ahhhhhhh!" My body tightened and my limbs shook uncontrollably as my hot snatch contracted around his invading finger. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my tits bulged out even more as I gasped for air. Then, almost unexpectedly, my twat, which had been neglected by Jeff for so long, began to shower Bruce's finger and palms with my cuntjuice. The clear fluid came out of me in rushes as I thrashed around. I twisted my hips and bunched Bruce's white smock in my fists to keep from falling. I saw blinding light in my head and the world exploded before me as I wrenched my body on Bruce's hand.
When my climax finally finished, I slumped to my knees, exhausted. My body tingled all over. I just sat there, head down, catching my breath.
"Now you can suck me off," Bruce said, jerking down his fly. "I'm so hot now I can't stand it!"
"No, Bruce," I said in a low voice. "I can't take your cock in my mouth. I'm sorry. I know you think I'm a tease, but won't suck your cock." I looked down at my pussy and the hair was glistening and matted with the cum that had spewed out of me during my climax. Looking up at Bruce again I saw his cock, extremely long and thick with a huge, rounded knob, pointing at me just inches from my lips.
"But you've got to. I'm so horny now I'll have a hard-on all day unless I relieve it!" He started to work his hand over the smooth, reddish flesh. A drop of cum formed at the little slit and he smoothed it over the crown.
His cock was just inches away. I could smell its acrid odor and my mouth began to water. Why didn't Jeff want me to suck him? Bruce was dying to shove his cock between my legs, yet my very own husband thought cocksucking was a filthy, disgusting desire.
Bruce worked his hand faster on his strong, hard cock. The skin was stretched tight over his tool, the blue veins showing clearly. Reaching down, Bruce grabbed my hand and held it on his cock. It felt hotter than I could imagine, hard and trembling to my touch.
"Stroke it," Bruce commanded. "At least stroke me off."
I curled my fingers around the throbbing shank, pleased that it was so thick I couldn't touch my thumb to my fingers. I squeezed his tool, testing the hardness. Bruce's prick was as hard as a rock.
"Don't play with it, stroke the mother-fucker!" I loosened my grip and pulled the skin toward the knob, then back toward his balls. His pulse was strong against my fingers as I increased speed, jerking him harder and faster.
"I'd better move or you'll cum all over me," I said, pulling my knees under me. "I don't want you to mess…" My words were cut short when Bruce cupped his hand behind my head and pulled my face toward his cock. The big cockhead pushed against my pouting lips, then forced past them. His big cock scratched again my teeth as the mushroom crown pushed my tongue back in my throat. I slipped my tongue down to keep from gagging and it slithered along the underside of his cock. Bruce kept pushing forward, with me struggling to get away, until his cock was wedged deep into my mouth with the knob jammed at the opening of my throat.
"Mmmmmmm!" I mumbled, not out of passion but out of surprise. I tried to bull away, but that was impossible.
"You're so beautiful with a cock in your mouth, Amber. So motherfucking beautiful." Bruce pulled his cock out, allowing me to catch my breath. Looking up at him I could see his eyes were glazed with lust.
"I told you I wasn't going to suck your cock! Just let me move to one side and I'll stroke you off, I pro…" Again I was cut off as the fleshy prick stabbed at my full lips. The bulbous crown pushed my lips apart, ovalling them while trapping my tongue to the bottom of my mouth.
"Ohhhh! Arrrggghh!" Bruce wheezed, still holding my head still. "My balls are so tight!"
I put my hands on Bruce's hips and pushed, hoping to uncork his tool before he came in my hot, moist mouths just before I succeeded in pushing the bludgeoning cockhead from my lips the first gush of cum splattered against my tongue.
"Don't stop," Bruce said, trying to force his prick back in my mouth. I squeezed my lips tightly together and spit out what cum was in my mouth. It dripped slowly down my chin, warm and wet against my cool flesh.
"Beautiful face." Bruce saw almost reverently. He whacked on his cock and more cum shot out of it, smacking against my lips. I turned my head to one side, fighting to get away from Bruce, all that accomplished was nothing. Bruce held his cock against my cheek while his balls exploded, sending what seemed like a gallon of cum cascading down the side of my face in a river that slowly trickled between my tits.
"Damn you! A thousand times I damn you!" I got to my feet and looked at Bruce with all the anger I could muster. Of course, I really wasn't as mad as I was letting on, but I didn't want him to think that I had enjoyed his cum-shower. "I told you not to put that thing of yours in my mouth and you forced me to do it anyway. Then you blow your wad all over my face! How am I going to face the other nurses this way?"
Bruce was supporting himself by holding up the door. Like me, his body turned to me after he climaxed. I watched his prick as it slowly dwindled in size, hanging limp and useless out of his fly.
The cum on my face felt warm, sticky. I wanted to scoop all of it up with my finger and swallow it, but the same voice that prevented me from sucking Bruce also prevented me from doing that.
I pulled my pantyhose up while Bruce caught one last glimpse of my snatch. Pulling the knit panties against my wet pussy sent another shiver through my body. Bruce had gladly relieved me of tension that surely would have driven me crazy, so I decided to give him one more look at my body.
"Hot damn, when you blow your nuts you really blow a wad, don't you?" I said, giving him a sheepish smile. "I never thought you were going to quit! It just keep splashing and splashing on me!" I unbuttoned my top and pulled my arms out of it, then turned my back to Bruce. "Be a sweetie and unhook nit. You've got cum all down my front."
Bruce unhooked my bra with trembling fingers. Dropping the bra on a stretcher I picked up a towel to wipe the jism off my face.
"Wait a minute, Amber. Turn around. I want to look at you."
I looked at Bruce over my shoulder, smiling like a teenager about to give her boyfriend a look for the first time. "Okay, but no touching. Promise?"
"I've got to see you. God damnit, Amber, I've got to see those gorgeous tits of yours."
I turned to Bruce and his body tightened visibly. One side of my face was covered with cum. Tiny rivers of the sticky goo dribbled down my neck, moving over the swell of my tits and following the valley of my jugs to my tummy.
"Do you have any idea how erotic you look? Do you know how sexy your body is?" Bruce said in a whisper. Once again his voice took on a reverent tone. "I look at you with my cum all over your face and tits and I can't imagine any woman in the world being more sensual."
I needed to hear his words just as much as I needed to have him finger me into a wrenching orgasm. Jeff had shaken my confidence, destroyed my ego so badly I needed every word Bruce said. I dropped the towel and, with both hands, began wiping his jism over my titties. I smeared the jism from my face like cold cream, working it into my flesh. Working the pungent cum into my skin brought another gasp from Bruce.
"Will I see you again?"
"I don't know, sweetie," I answered, tweaking my nipples. "This happened because I was so horny I couldn't take Jeff's rejection any more. Maybe in a week, if Jeff doesn't give me what I need, I'll see you in this silly laundry room. I can't give you any promises. I just can't. I really do want my marriage to work. Please try and remember that."
Bruce nodded his head, tucking his prick back in his pants and zipping the fly up. "I'm late for my appointment," he said, then left me without another word.
I continued to finger my titties until all the jism had been worked into my skin, then put on my bra again and buttoned the top of my uniform. "Amber, old girl, I believe the floodgates have just been opened," I said to myself with a chuckle. I felt lightheaded for the first time in weeks.