Liz squirmed under the sheets. She shoved her hand between her legs and rubbed her wet pussy. By the time Stan finished his bedtime ritual in the bathroom, Liz would have the bed toasty-warm for him. The scent of her steaming cunt hung heavy under the bedsheets like the scent of some exotic jungle orchid. Liz slipped a finger up her pussy and massaged her slippery cunt walls. She never ceased to be amazed at how hot she could get inside.
She listened to Stan gargling, spitting, gargling again. Now he was filling the sink. She thought about how long they had been together – married eighteen years. She wondered how many times she had lain in bed like this, naked, hot between her legs, waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom and come to bed.
In the early days of their marriage she had been extremely impatient with him over his long bedtime ritual in the bathroom. More than a few times she had become so restless waiting for him that she had gone ahead and rubbed herself off. Then they had argued, Stan angry because she was no longer in the mood to fuck by the time he got to bed, and Liz angry with Stan because he had been so long in the bathroom and angry with herself because she had rubbed herself off like some teeny bopping schoolgirl. Then, as the years went by, Liz got used to waiting for her husband, had trained herself to hold off satisfying her cunt until he came to bed. Over the years she had become amazingly patient. Tonight, however, she didn't know whether she could hold out until he got to bed. Tonight she was burning up between her legs. Her patience was running out. She worked her finger faster in her cunt.
"Stanley, will you please come to bed?"
"Coming, coming, coming! What are you so excited about?"
"If you don't know by now, you'll never know."
"All right, Liz, keep your panties on."
"They're already off."
"That figures."
"Oh, honey, come on. I'm hot."
"Coming, coming."
"You'd better be." That man! Liz thought. He takes more time getting ready for bed than a Miss America contestant does getting ready for the big contest.
Liz finger-fucked her cunt quickly and felt the tension build, felt herself coming dangerously close to orgasm. She stilled her fingers, took a deep breath and held it. The sensations in her cunt mounted like foam in a beer mug.
Liz tensed, holding her breath, praying. Her cunt relaxed, the pulsations petering away and the sensations sinking back down.
"Oh, thank God!" she muttered to herself. She pulled her finger out of her cunt, then pulled her arm out from under the sheet. A string of tingles ran through her pussy. She groaned.
She held her finger up. It dripped. She shoved her finger into her mouth, sucking off the tart, honey-like pussyjuice. Mmmmm! Cuntjuice was tasty. Strange that she hadn't realized this before. She had tasted her own pussyjuice once, a long time ago, on that day when her first boyfriend had seduced her, had eaten her pussy and had fucked her. She'd only been a teenager then. That had been so long ago. That was why she, had forgotten what pussy tasted like – she'd only tasted it once and that had been so long ago. Then, this afternoon, she had tasted pussy again, and she'd remembered.
It was all Carmen's doing. Carmen! In a way, Liz hated that woman, hated her for being so uninhibited, so smug, so absolutely shameless. Carmen was worse than a whore. But, at the same time, Liz admired the woman, envied her, even loved her – and all for the very same reasons that she hated Carmen. Carmen had come like a burst of sunshine into Liz's somewhat dreary life. Until today Liz hadn't realized how glum, how stagnant, how zestless, almost feelingless, her life was becoming. Carmen, having brought the bad news, so to speak, was the villain. But, at the same time, Carmen was her savior, having shown Liz the sunshine, having reawakened Liz's youthful feelings.
"Well, Goddamn, Stanley, what are you doing?"
"Twiddling with my cock."
"You better not be. Hurry up, will you?"
"Just a few more minutes."
He'd better be only a few more minutes, Liz thought, or something is going to short-circuit lit my pussy and it'll go up in a puff of smoke. Lord, she was horny! She hadn't felt this horny since her teenage days or since the early days of her marriage. Carmen's antics this afternoon had set a fire in her, a perpetually burning fire. Liz had been jittery all evening, ready to jump out of her panties, crazy to get to bed and fuck.
The entire evening had been colored by the events of this afternoon, her excitement carrying over. Liz suddenly felt more alive than she had in years. Stan looked better to her now than he had in a long time. And Lonnie had looked like an absolute doll to her this evening. She had hugged and kissed him warmly, and her euphoria had seemingly rubbed off on the boy, for his usually shy, downcast eyes blazed like stars. His blond hair shimmered as if a halo surrounded his head, and he couldn't stop smiling.
"What are you so happy about?" Stan had asked the teen.
"Nothing," Lonnie answered.
"And you, too," Stan said, looking at Liz. "You're acting like you just met Paul Newman. What's with you guys? Am I missing something I shouldn't be?"
Then Liz had felt her cheeks flush. Lord, if you only knew! she had thought.
What would Stan's reaction be were he to find out about the events of this afternoon? Stan wasn't a prissy husband. In fact, Liz suspected that he played around behind her back from time to time. However, she wondered how he would have reacted had he walked in on Carmen and herself this afternoon, or if he had walked in while she was fucking the teen's cock. She imagined him having all sorts of reactions, ranging from a chuckle to a stroke.
As her thinking stood now, she was in no way anxious that Stan should find out. And he wouldn't find out – why should he? Carmen surely wouldn't tell, and Glen, having been well bribed by Carmen, surely wouldn't tell anybody. Carmen had assured her.
Liz fell a certain confidence in Carmen, felt confident that Carmen knew what she was doing and that Carmen could handle any complications that might arise. In any event, Liz had her fingers crossed. She looked forward to possibly getting into Glen's pants again sometime, if Carmen would arrange it, and she looked forward to fucking the teen without qualms. Somehow Carmen would safeguard Liz's secret rendezvous with the horny teen. Why she trusted Carmen as she did, Liz didn't know. Perhaps she was being foolish. Perhaps she would come to her senses tomorrow and regret what she had done this afternoon, but right now she had neither regrets nor guilt.
Liz attributed her change of attitude toward Carmen to the fucking she had received from Glen. She had fallen in love with the fucker the moment she laid eyes on him. How could she help herself? The teen had big brown fawn's eyes peeking out from behind his thick forelocks. He had a skinny, but virile, tanned body, all his muscles defined and quivering with excitement. And he had a big cock, as big as any man's, sticking straight up out of the narrowest of hips, tight hips. When the teen had come he had newly blown her off his cock with the force of his squirts. Liz honestly hadn't felt anybody shoot into her that forcefully since her first fucker. Liz wanted more of Glen's stiff cock, more of his hot hard spurts, and with Carmen's help she could have more.
Without Carmen's uninhibited antics this afternoon. Liz wouldn't be lying here in bed, suddenly aching for her husband as she hadn't ached for him in years. Liz felt rejuvenated and as lusty as an adolescent. She had Carmen to thank – Carmen, the woman she loved and hated, admired and envied.
"Well, Liz," Stan said, emerging from the bathroom, "here I am." He wore only his underwear, and his flesh shined with the light coating of baby oil he always massaged into his skin after his shower.
"Don't turn off the light, darling," Liz said. "I wanna look at you tonight."
Stan smoothed his wet, but neatly combed hair. "Anything you say, Liz. Shall I dispense with these immediately?" He snapped the waistband of his underwear.
"Please do."
Stan slipped out of his underwear quickly and dropped them to the floor where he stood. His cock hung limply over his swollen balls.
Liz smiled. His balls looked really plump tonight. She and Stan hadn't fucked in three or four days. When he came tonight he would really shoot a load. She uncovered herself, displaying for him her completely naked body. The smell of cunt rose in the air like perfume.
Stan's cock swelled, began to twitch its way up as his prickshaft hardened. His cock stood up, pointing straight out from his body. The fleshy prickhead blushed deeply, piss-slit lips beginning to part. He walked toward the bed, his prick wagging like a stiff snake.
Liz sighed. She felt a trickle of hot pussyjuice roll down between her asscheeks. She held up her arms, welcoming her husband. His firm warm body covered her, his prick branding her belly. She moaned and kissed him.
"Darling, I want you to fuck me. I want it so bad."
Stan's face turned red. He breathed on her hotly. "Jesus, you're hot tonight. Somebody feed you some Spanish fly or something?"
Liz giggled. "Well, I don't know. All I know is that I want you inside me. I wanna feel your prick in my cunt."
"How bad do you want it?"
"Real bad."
"Bad enough for a doggie fuck?"
"Mmm, yes. I feel like a real bad girl tonight." She did feel bad, wicked. She was in the mood for getting fucked from behind like a bitch. Stan loved to fuck her that way. He claimed she was tighter that way, that it turned him on more. But she only allowed him to fuck her that way occasionally – when she felt naughty, dirty, like a bad girl, or when she wanted something from Stan and could use her upturned ass to barter for what she wanted.
Stan kissed her, raised up off her, and turned her over. "To you you're a bad girl, but to me you're a good girl. Jesus, look at that sexy ass!" He grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.
Liz felt really sexy. She could feel the cool air lick between her asscheeks where her pussyjuice had run. She arched her back, turning her ass up high, giving her husband a good view of her ass and pussy.
Stan kissed her asscheeks. She could hear him sniffing up and down the crack. "Christ, you're juicy tonight!" He rubbed his finger up and down her inner thighs sliding his finger in the pussyjuice that trickled over her sensitive flesh.
"Why don't you taste my pussy once? You know how much you love to get your cock licked. I wouldn't mind having, my pussy licked once in awhile, too."
"I'm just not into it. I can't imagine putting my face in all that slime."
"Slime?"
Stan chuckled. "No offense. But it does smell strong, you know. The smell does turn me on, can't deny that, but it makes me want to fuck, not lick."
"Then fuck, for crying out loud!" He was hopeless. For eighteen years she had been after him to eat her pussy, but he simply refused. She had even tried offering him a pussy-fuck from behind, if he would only eat her first, but he wouldn't lick her cunt. Well, at least Carmen had licked her cunt, and she bet Glen would have done it if she had given him the chance. This thought made her feel righteous and allay any guilt she felt for having cheated on Stan this afternoon. If he refused to lick her cunt, then he deserved to be made a cuckold by a teenager.
Stan mounted her, spread her pussylips with his thumbs, and prodded her cunthole with his cockhead.
The moment Liz felt Stan's burning cockhead touch the meat of her cunt all resentment toward him for refusing to eat her pussy passed away. The touch of his cock sent an electric thrill through her cunt. Her ass wiggled spontaneously. Her cunt felt like her pussy was gaping, aching to suck in his cock. Pussy juice bubbled from her cunt.
"Oh, Stan, shove it in!"
Stan grunted. Like a bull, he rammed his cock up her cunt. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" he sighed.
"Ohh, Stannnn! Yessss! Fuck me, darling!" Stan's cock was hot and his prickshaft penetrated her deeply. One advantage of a doggie fuck was that Stan could get into her cunt deeper.
Stan slammed his cock in and out of her pussy, fucking her hard and fast immediately. He had never been one to waste time. His belly whacked against her waving ass.
"Tight!" Stan muttered. "Oh, baby, I love it!" He slapped her ass playfully a few times, then fucked her harder.
Liz's pussy clutched at Stan's cock. Each time his hot cock slipped in and each time his prick pulled out, Liz felt her eyes bug out. A whirl of hot sensations flooded her pussy. She moved in rhythm with her husband, jerking her ass backward at his belly as he thrust his cock up her cunt. His prick felt so good, so very good. She had been waiting hours for this, had come close to rubbing herself off in anticipation of this hot fuck, these luscious feelings.
Stan grunted and gasped. "Jesus, honey, I can't hold it much longer. Oh, man! You're so fucking hot tonight! I'll do my best to hold back awhile, but I don't think I can for long."
Liz didn't care. She could feel her orgasm on its way already. "Grab my tits, Stan! Oh, quick!"
Stan's warm hands kneaded her tits. He rolled her stiff nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
Deep sex-sensations gnawed through Liz's body, shooting through her tits, through her ass, through her cunt, through her toes. Her ass shuddered, jolted as if by lightning.
"Ohhh, Stan, I'm coming, honey, I'm coming! Come with me!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Stan gasped. "Uh, uh, ahhhhh, baby, here it comes! Ahhhhhhh!" He slammed into her.
Liz jerked with orgasm, her pussy contracting around her husband's throbbing cock. Stan's cock spurted, his thick cum bathing the spasming walls of her cunt. His cum was warm. Liz imagined her cunt tissues saturated with the sticky white fluid, absorbing jizz like a sponge.
"Shoot it, darling!" Liz moaned. And he did, spurt after spurt.