Jean had just about reached the limits of her frustration. It had been two weeks since she and her husband Todd had fucked. The sensual young blonde didn't know how much longer she could go on this way.
She understood that Todd had been working very hard lately, making money so they could both have a more comfortable life. But she had married Todd for more reasons than just money. She wanted to be with him. She wanted them to share the raw excitement of life together. She wanted to feel his hard, cock stroking into her hungry cunt proving to her how much he loved and needed her. She wanted to feel it often.
Her wet pussy throbbed with passion as she squirmed under the covers. Jean realized she would have to quell the fires of arousal with her hand again. Now and then that was fun. She enjoyed playing with herself, bringing herself to resounding orgasm in her lonely bedroom.
But her fingers were no substitute for good hard cock. As long as she was getting all her satisfaction from her hand, there remained a seething ball of frustration deep in her belly and it kept building and building, until she was ready to scream at him. Anything to make him know how much she needed him!
She looked over at the clock on her bedside table as her fingertip slipped round and round the peak of her swollen clitoris. It was almost eleven o'clock! "Todd, why don't you come home?" she moaned as her hips wriggled down, demanding more of the lewd stimulation of her groping fingers. She drove one finger deep into her cunt. It was incredibly hot and wet in there. One finger was not enough! She tried two.
It was hard for dig voluptuous blonde, to how her husband could ignore her lusty willing body. Jean spent a lot of time in front of the mirror. She knew she was beautiful. She was in her prime – twenty-four years old with high firm tits and a round shapely ass. She got all kinds of admiring looks from men when she went out. Why couldn't she get some of that attention from her own husband? While she lay fingerfucking herself and moaning for attention, Todd sat in his office working over lists of figures, figuring out good tax dodges for his clients. It just wasn't fair! She hadn't gotten mated to ride her own fingers every night!
"Uuuuuuhhh!" Much as she longed for Todd, the ceaseless rampage of her fingers up inside her hot pussy was an insidious delight that took more and more of her attention. She closed her eyes and tossed her blonde curls from side to side on the pillow. She could feel her pussy-muscles spasming around her fingers. Already she could sense the orgasm lurking deep in her belly, slowly responding to the obscene tempo of her hand. "Ooooohhh… I want to cum so bad!" she murmured to a silent room.
Suddenly the front door slammed and Jean pulled her hand from her cunt as quickly as if it had just bitten her. Todd must know nothing of the sordid way she sated her appetites in the lonely quiet of the night.
When he walked into the bedroom, he looked bright-eyed and happy, not at all the way she would expect a hard-working accountant to look after a fourteen-hour day. Todd was amazing. He always seemed to have so much energy, except for her and her needs. He generally fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. She was determined that that would not happen tonight.
"Hi, darling! It's good to see you. How was your day?"
"Busy, Jean, busy. But I think I just got the company two new very important clients." He started to undress as they talked. Jean's heart beat fast as she watched his hard biceps and his flat belly emerge from his shirt. When he pulled off his trousers, she thought his cock looked as if it might be getting hard. She felt her cunt-walls tremble in anticipation.
"I'm so proud of you, Todd. But I wish you wouldn't work so hard, darling. You deserve time for play too, you know." There was a suggestive tremor in her voice. She hoped he would get the hint that she wanted him to play right now!
He walked toward the bed, smiling at her. There was no doubt about it now. His cock was swollen to semi-erection. It swayed at her as he moved. A wonderful surge of hope welled through the blonde wife's belly. "You're right about that, Jean." He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her face tenderly. Then, with one abrupt gesture, he pulled the covers right off her. Her shapely naked body squirmed slightly as he stared at her. She rubbed her hips suggestively up against his ass. "I don't give my beautiful wife all the attention she deserves, do I?"
Excitement had made Jean bold and franker than usual. "No, you don't. But you can make up for all that right now, if you want to."
"I want to!" Suddenly he was on top of her, engulfing her in the floodtide of his passion. His lips bore down hungrily on her mouth. His tongue drove recklessly between her lips and probed the far depths of her throat. With greedy enthusiasm, Jean sent her own tongue to do battle with his. Her belly ground up against him, and she moaned as she felt the stiff prod of his engorged cock stabbing her flesh, looking for the soft spot between her thighs. To make the search easier for him, she parted her legs and wrapped them high up around his waist. Her buttocks gyrated up off the mattress with effortless hunger. She was determined to trap the turgid shaft of his cock deep up inside her frustrated cunt.
"Mmmmm…" His moans of passion as he kissed her and ground his loins downward made the moisture flow from Jean's pussy. This was what she had been wanting. This was the way it used to be all the time between them. Todd was such a wonderful lover! His cock felt so hard and good!
"Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaiiieeeee!" An almost inhuman wail escaped her throat as her husband's cock drove deep up into Jean's grasping cunt. She could feel the pent-up frustration seething out of her. She was cumming, from the sheer excitement of feeling Todd's cock in her pussy after so many long days and frustrated nights. He was kissing her so roughly that she could not get the words out, to tell him what was happening to her. But the hot tension in her cunt and the feverish grip of her pussy-walls each time he pulled his cock out of her cunt described her condition more eloquently than any words.
"Oh, baby!" he panted as he pulled his mouth away and began to screw his abandoned wife in earnest. "Jee-zuz, your cunt's hot, Jeannie! Christ it's good in there!"
A crazy smile contorted his wife's features as she ecstatically lunged her cunt up again and again to meet the hard drives of Todd's cock. This was what she had been craving until she could hardly think of anything else. This was the filling prize that her pussy had longed for. Jean was in hedonist's heaven. She knew nothing but the delicious way his smooth cock spread her cunt-walls wide apart… the way his cock-tip worked up inside until it was actually colliding with her cervix… the way his hard cock missed its mark sometimes when it dove for the next in stroke, then slipped through her wet pussy-hair and up inside, renewing that first thrill of impalement, making her moan for more. She could not imagine the pleasure ever ending. She wanted it to go on this way forever.
"Oooooohhh… Todd darling… I… ooooohhhhh!" It didn't occur to her to wonder what had made this night different from every other night. She didn't care what it was that had roused his passion. She knew only that he was in her cunt. His stiff cock was massaging her pussy to tingling heights of abandon. It no longer mattered that he had neglected her for so long.
They were lovers again! And it was as good between them as it had ever been! His cock was so hard! So filling! His belly slapping against hers made her want to howl with pleasure. A few minutes of impassioned lovemaking had the power to erase days and weeks of loneliness and longing.
The sheer energy of their fucking seemed to have taken Todd higher than Jean had seen him in a long time. He had braced himself on either side of her head, and he was stroking his cock into her cunt in long fervent powerful lunges. Jean looked up into his handsome face. His features were distorted with the intensity of his lust. She could see the tension as he eased himself up toward the peak. The blonde felt a surge of love for her hard-working husband. He was trying so hard to he a good provider for both of them… and now he was trying so hard to bring her sexual satisfaction. She wished he could slow down and enjoy it a little more. He didn't have to work at pleasing her. More than anything, she wanted him to know how wonderful she thought he was. She wanted him to know he was great, even when he was not working at it!
"Oh Todd… I love you, darling! Your cock feel's so good inside me! Screw me, lover! Uuuuuuhhh… oooohhhh, Todd!"
Her cries of abandon made him stroke into her deeper at a more furious pace. His breath was coming in quick gasps like those of a man climbing a steep hill. The top was in sight. Just a little more effort… one more burst of energy… and he knew his world would explode into climactic bliss!
Jean felt Todd's cock swelling to awesome proportions inside her clutching cunt. The extra stretching of her sensitized pussy-walls was all she need to push her over the edge into her sweet ride. "Uuuuhhh… Todd, darling! I'm cummmmming-g-g-g! Mmmmmmm!"
Her words thrilled him. They came at just the right moment to give him the go-ahead for his own climax. "Uh shit, Jeannie, baby! Here I cum!" He could feel his hard cock swelling and spurting its hot load deep into her greedily clasping pussy. He continued to stroke his cock back and forth, more slowly now, until the last of his juices were safely stowed in her steaming cunt. When he let himself roll off her onto his own side of the bed. Lulled by the dreamy mood of release, he fell quickly into a deep and restful sleep.
Jean reached for his wet sticky cock and clutched it happily, the way a child holds onto a favorite toy. She felt so close to her husband tonight, closer than she had for a long time. With optimistic conviction she sensed that everything would be all right now. She would never have to feel lonely and neglected again. Todd still loved her. She had his hot cum seeping from her cunt-hole to prove it. As long as she knew that, she could take anything.
She was on the very verge of letting herself drift into sleep when in the dim light from the bedside lamp she spied Todd's clothes strewn in a heap on the floor. Usually Todd was very careful with his clothes. He took care of them himself, hanging them up, deciding which ones should go to the laundry and taking them there himself. Jean was spared that part of a housewife's task.
Something about the careless way he had left his clothes, in his hot pursuit of her body, made Jean love him all the more. She wanted to do one last little thing for him tonight. Like a good wife, she would pick up after him.
His suit was an expensive beige Swedish knit. She picked up the jacket and felt the pockets for handkerchiefs and loose change. The suit was ready for the cleaners.
Instead of Todd's familiar white linen handkerchief, she pulled out a lace-trimmed pair of pink panties. Jean was so shocked by her discovery that her jaw fell open and both jacket and panties fell from her hands at the same time. Her confused mind searched recklessly for an explanation. There was only one that even began to make sense. Todd had a lover, one who wore pink lacy panties.
Suddenly her shock was replaced with an overwhelming fury. So that was why he was too tired most of the time to make love to her! She understood it all now! He had made love to her tonight to keep her from suspecting, or because he had gotten so turned on by his date with his girlfriend that even his wife looked good tonight! Tears welled from her eyes as she stared at the peacefully sleeping figure on the bed. How stupid she had been! Not once had she ever had any suspicions about Todd's long evenings at work! She had believed her husband when he said he was at the office! Why shouldn't she? Why should she think that Todd would ever lie to her? "Stupid, blind fool!" she cried aloud. Suddenly no words were fierce or vile enough to express her own naivete or the incredible frustration that gnawed at her heart. Not physical frustration this time. But the frustration of being in an ugly situation and not wanting to be there… and seeing no way out.
She jumped onto the bed and began to pound her husband with her small fists. Why should he sleep when she was going through this hell?
"You bastard! You bastard! You cheating coward!"
At first Todd just tired to squirm away from her. But at last he was forced to wake up. "Huh…? What…?"
"What are you doing with pink panties in your jacket pocket?" she demanded in a tone of voice that was close to hysteria. "How dare you come home and make love to me when you've been with another woman!"
The guilty look on Todd's face calmed her down. She realized that a part of her had been hoping for a reasonable explanation, some proof that her jealous suspicions were all wrong. She knew now that she was facing a cold reality. Her husband had a lover. Like water down a drain, all the fight went out of her. She had never felt so miserable in her life.
She pulled the top blanket off the bed and headed for the door.
"Jean… where are you going?" Todd sounded nervous and anxious. It was small consolation. "Let's sit down and talk about this like a couple of adults. After all, we've been married for five years. It's not as if the news should be all that shocking. Things like this happen. Couples work them out."
His explanation horrified her. It had come to that, had it? It was just something that a housewife was supposed to expect? She was supposed to sit down and chat about it and pat him on the head? Poor guy! All that he must have been through! She wasn't going to dignify his protests with a response.
"I'll be spending the night on the couch. Tomorrow I'm going to wire my old friend Eileen. If she'll have me, I'm going to go and stay with her, until I get this all straight in my head."
"Jean… for God's sake, come back here!"
She closed the door behind her and made herself a bed on the couch. She was a little disappointed that Todd didn't follow her. In the most terrible moment of her young life, she needed a warm hug and sympathy. It seemed stupid to look for them from the very person who had hurt her. But who else was there? She had very few friends in the city. Most of them were more Todd's friends than hers. She couldn't expect anything more than token sympathy from any of them.
Eileen was her only hope. They had been schoolgirls together. They hadn't seen each other since Jean's wedding, but they kept in touch by phone and letter. Eileen lived all the way on the other side of the country. Maybe, far from Todd, Jean could learn to forgive him. If she decided to forgive him at all.
Eileen was almost three years older than Jean. She was single, a teacher, an independent woman. Maybe Eileen could tell her what she should do. The blonde lay awake on the couch until, exhausted from her weeping, she fell into a restless sleep.