When Linda woke two hours later, refreshed from a deep sleep, Tim was flat on his back and snoring, still in the same position, except his fist was in his crotch.
Linda smiled to herself. Only a hand stood between her and, her desire. She gently removed her husband's hand from his dick.
When the hand unconsciously groped its way back to the pleasure root, Linda again gently laid it aside and then quickly replaced it with her own.
Another quick movement brought her upper torso and head down to his crotch and she proceeded to do what she loved doing. She took the lowly slack penis into her soft wet mouth and began to suck on it.
How she loved it when the drops of blood began filling into the penis veins, stiffening the instrument. He was still sleeping Linda chuckled at that. She wondered if she could pull off the whole thing without his even knowing it, without his even being conscious of it.
She doubted it. And she didn't even think she wanted that since half the pleasure was his aggression.
She licked around the cockhead, smooth and delicious. She licked her way up the penis shaft. She licked into the hairy balls and noted their soft pliability with the point of her tongue. She even licked the insides of his massive thighs.
Again a wave of depression swept over her. How could she leave this body she had grown so to love over the last eight years? It was here she felt at home. It was those thighs she loved to crawl between and then throw off the cares of the world. Those thighs with the hard stiffness lodged between them… those thighs were her home, her own sweet womb. His cock was her relief!
She shuddered to think of losing this home and took all the more care to delicately kiss and suck on Tim's stiff cock. She licked her way back from the triangle and up the post that was now rising like a tree trunk.
Tim sighed deeply. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed but she knew he was awake now. There was a trace of smile on his face.
She wanted to give him an extra special blow job this morning. After all, it could be the last one. She reached up and brushed his dark cowlick up off his sweaty forehead, before proceeding with her task.
Her tongue, hot and wet, moved expertly up and down his shaft, which was now partly swollen, nearly half its full erect size. Linda steadied the ungainly limb with one hand while she sucked on it.
She kept licking her lips to keep the penis moist. She licked all around the ridge just under the cockhead. She dipped her tongue into the pee slit.
She hungered for the semen to come pouring out of that sweet hole and flood and engulf her mouth and gush down her throat.
She sucked on the cock now like it was a big stiff nipple. She sucked and sucked. She made the hard prick very, very hard and very, very wet.
Her husband groaned his appreciation for his wife's expert manipulations. He patted her on her blond head and gently pressed it further down into his crotch.
Linda sucked on the cock all the harder. She ran her hands and fingers over her husband's flat belly, with its ring of hair around the navel. Then she ran her hand down over his hips, around over his firm, small muscled buttocks and over those magnificent thighs.
And all the while she sucked. Her cheeks made indentations one minute, when she sucked in, the lower part of one cheek lumping out where the cockhead lodged, and puffed out the next.
Suddenly she decided to take the whole large cock down her throat. She eased it out of her cheek and down, down, down. She took it easily, the result of many years of practice.
She let him fuck her throat then, up, down, up, down. She suppressed her natural instinct to gag, and then it became easy. She sucked on the delicious instrument excitedly. It was near the bursting point.
"Nghnghngh," her husband started to moan.
"Oh, mmmm, ooohhh, that's nice, oh, yeah, there, like that. Mmmmm."
Linda continued sucking. Then the desire arose to plunge her groin and cunt right down on the stiff protuberance.
Yet she knew he was good for two more rounds, so she held out; she would eat him to fruition and then arouse him again for a good, long fucking session.
"Ohh, honey, oh, oh, I'm going to come, I know, I, oooooh, oh, oh, man, mmmmmm, oh, oh, here I come, oh, honey, oh, you're beautiful, oh, oooooh,ooooohhhhh, ahghghgh!"
And the delicious milky come spewed out of the stiff flesh right into Linda's waiting, eager mouth, right down her soft, silky throat. Again and again he creamed inside her oral cavity, and her tongue and lips automatically sucked all his cream out of him.
"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhh," he crooned. "That was glorious. Oh, what a pet of a wife I have!"
He pulled her up beside him then as he dozed off. Linda was patient. She would let him sleep ten minutes, then go to work on him once more.
Meanwhile she enjoyed the warm closeness of being in his arms… maybe for the last time. For even if they had just had a fine cock-sucking session, it was not enough. Once a week, and then only maybe – It was not enough. That was clear. Her mind was made up.
She was a woman made for loving. Her desires were strong. No longer could she suppress them. No longer could she satisfy herself with fingers and a mirror. She needed a full-time male lover to do that. Every night love. Every night sex!
Her fingers played with the dark curly hairs on Tim's chest. Her mouth moved to his mouth and her tongue pressed its way into the slightly open cavity. She kissed him in his sleep, deep and lovingly and longingly.
She loved his musty morning odor, of sweat on body and face and even of morning mouth. It was human. She loved it all. She hungered for it all. Her tongue moved in the secret recesses of his mouth.
And still he dozed.
Suddenly Tim woke with a start. "Mmmmmm," he said, relaxed again, and stretched.
Linda did not let his moment of consciousness pass easily. Her fingers went immediately to his spent, slack penis and began pushing and pulling it into action, and her tongue dipped again inside his mouth.
Tim had no choice but to respond. He responded in a kiss, and his tongue found its way inside her soft warm lips. He stabbed the back of her mouth with his tongue repeatedly, and she hung from his tongue, bit it and sucked on it, unwilling to let it go.
Then his hands came up and played with her large tits. He fingered their smooth perfection, tweaked the fine strong nipples between thumb and forefinger and slid his hands over the soft flesh. His wife's breasts were the loveliest he'd ever seen and one of the reasons he'd married her. They were quite firm, and she could often get away without wearing a bra, the only telltale sign being a barely detectable tilt and sway when she walked. It was a sign he watched for. It always turned him on.
He cupped them in his hands, rolling them over and around in his palms. Linda lay on top of him full-length now, her arms around his neck, her tongue and lips engaged with his in another deep, arousing kiss.
Her right hand slid back down to his cock and massaged it to keep it large and stiff. Her groin and pelvis were thrusting involuntarily forward, again and again, ready to encompass the dick.
Linda felt her cunt muscles twitch and spasm, ready to receive the male member. Oh, how she wanted it right now, how she wanted to plunge her aching, horny cunt down on it right now. Then she couldn't wait any longer. She guided Tim's cock between her thighs, feeling for her moist hole at the same time.
With her middle finger she parted her pussy lips and with her thumb and forefinger, she pressed the hard, rubbery cockhead into the opening.
She sighed and panted, from both exertion and eagerness. Finally she succeeded in getting Tim's thick cock lodged halfway up her cunt hole.
She began moaning. "Oh, Tim," she cried out, maneuvering her knees and thighs quickly in order to allow the cock to plunge the rest of the way inside her. "Oh, honey, you feel so gooood!" Linda smiled sweetly. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back.
She sat fully on his groin now and his dick slid all the way up her cuntal passage, lodging deep inside of her.
She let out the lowest, longest moan that ever before issued from her lips. She never knew such satisfaction as when Tim's cock filled her to capacity. To be filled was what she always longed for, even unconsciously.
"Oh, Tim, oh, I love it, oh, you feel so good inside me," she moaned, leaning forward and tonguing his mouth again. He reached up and mauled her tits. He pulled on the nipples. He guided her forward so he could lick and suck on them.
Linda gladly gave him her breast. His tongue played titillatingly over the nipples, first the left and then the right. He sucked and sucked on both tits as Linda began riding up and down on his cock.
"Mmmmmmm, honey, oh, honey," she moaned, feeling the stiff flesh-muscle thrust in and out of her.
"Oh, you feel so warm and wet inside," he said softly. "It really turns me on… the way you do that… the way you pinch and squeeze with your pussy muscles, honey, mmmmm… ohhh, do that again. Mmmm." Tim held onto his wife's firm thighs now, guiding her movements up and down on his stiff prick.
A gentle wind came up, tossing the shade slightly and undulating the curtains. The breeze felt cool across Linda's sweaty chest, in the valley of her tits. She leaned just then to suck on Tim's nipples. He often liked her to play her tongue over them and along the indentation in the middle of his chest.
All the while she moved her hips up and down. When she looked over her shoulder, she could see her ass reflected in the dresser minor and Tim's beautiful prick stuck straight up, the cock-head disappearing into her groin.
She moved steadily up and down, watching all the while. How beautiful it was, seeing herself move up and down over Tim like that. She wished now that the whole bedroom had been paneled with mirrors. The ceiling too.
She and Tim had thought about putting up mirrors for a long time. She'd been all for it, but Tim, a little more conservative, wondered what their friends would think.
"Oh, Tim," she had pleaded, "it's in all the magazines now. It's okay. Everyone's doing it."
"Still…" he would say. "Let's wait."
And then his job would make more demands on him, the mirrors never got bought and Tim wouldn't seem to care. So Linda dropped her pet project. She didn't plug it any more. Their lovemaking continued, without the mirrors – good, but not nearly often enough.
After thinking about those mirrors, Linda was resigned that this would probably be their last lovemaking session. So she was going to enjoy it to the hilt.
She watched her ass go up and down in the mirror, as long as she could stand the crook in her neck. Finally she had to turn back around again.
"It looks sexy, doesn't it?" said in. "We shoulda gotten those mirrors after all."
"You're crazy," said Linda, pausing. "I wanted them for so long."
"Well, it's not too late, is it?" said Tim.
Linda just smiled patiently and concentrated all her efforts on what was happening between her leg. He was confusing her.
She marched down and played with her little clit, itching to beat the band. She fingered it lovingly, trying not to scratch Tim's instrument of pleasure, wedged so prettily inside her.
Every once in a while she would look don and watch. Seeing the mighty stick of a muscle going swiftly in and out of her turned her on. Feeling it plow in and out of her pussy tissues at once satisfied her needy cravings and made her want more.
"Don't come yet, please, honey," she pleaded, looking up and seeing Tim bite his lip.
"Okay, but stop a minute," he cautioned, taking deep breaths. "Let me hang on to it." He waited until he was fully in control again, and then proceeded to let Linda ride his cock once more.
"Wanna get on top, honey?" asked Linda, tossing her blond hair back over her shoulders. It was matted with sweat. She was hot and uncomfortable. But she was still horny as hell.
"Yeah," agreed Tim.
"Then you can control it better, right?" said Linda sweetly. "Stop when you want?"
Their bodies swung around, so Tim was mounting Linda now. She spread her thighs and he touched and felt her soft, hairy pussy with his fingertips before inching his prick full-length up her.
She moaned, and threw her arms around Tim's neck and her legs about his thighs. She pushed her pelvis up to meet his every thrust with a counter-thrust of her own.
"Oh, fuck me, honey, fuck me, fuck me," she crooned in Tim's ear, biting the lobe.
"Mmmmmm, that's just what I'm about to do," Tim answered as he delved into her sweet honey pot even deeper and withdrew. "Man, you feel good." His cock thrusting in and out of her made a sweet sucking sound.
Linda felt his balls slap pleasantly against her inner thighs. She felt his dick move in and out, around and around, pressing firmly against her inner cunt walls, as it kept plunging in and out of her.
"Ohhh, too much," sighed Linda, hanging on fir dear life. She dug her heels into the mattress. Their groins ground together sweatily.
All that could be heard in the bedroom was the sucking noise, the sound of slapping flesh and the moans.
"Ohhhhhhh, honey, mmmmmmmm," Linda grunted deep in her throat. "Nghngh, do that, oh, do that, yes, like that, mmmmm, yes, ohhhhh?"
Tim was thrusting hard and fast now. He reached around and took Linda's buttocks in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh as he thrust harder and harder into her dripping cunt hole. "Ohhhhh, baby, you're just great. Man, do you feel good!"
He took a look back over his shoulder just then. Linda was so dazed with sex, she barely noticed, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see him watching their reflection. She too stole a glance and saw his fine muscled ass reflected in the mirror and pointed over her own slim body, her legs clasped around his calves.
It was very sexy to see those two naked bodies in the mirror, she thought. It increased her ardor and she threw up her pelvis to meet Tim's own, feeling his dick bury itself deep and satisfyingly in the wet folds of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, "oh, honey, do it, go deep, oh, that feels terrific."
"Oh, I'm going to come," Tim moaned.
"No, honey, not yet, please don't come yet," begged Linda. He wasn't supposed to come yet, not for a while, by her calculations. This fucking session was supposed to last quite a bit longer.
"Stop, then," gasped Tim, "stop a minute. Oooooooh…" Tim was clenching his teeth. "Nghnghngh. Ughgh."
Linda looked up at her husband. His eyes were tightly shut. He was biting his lips. She knew it was nip and tuck. She rolled her eyes up in concealed disgust. He was making her angry.
"Mmmmmm," he said then. "I think – I think it's okay."
"Well, that's good," said Linda, suppressing her anger in hopes that it would all turn out well after all.
Linda squeezed her cunt muscles tightly around his dick.
"Don't do that," begged Tim, biting his lower lip again. "Please!"
"I'm sorry, honey. I couldn't help it." Linda's pussy was hot and eager to continue. It was terribly frustrating for her to have to stop like that, on the home stretch. She could hardly keep her cunt muscles from twitching.
Finally Tim plunged into her again. It was enough to start her reeling in orgasm. She grabbed him tight and thrust her groin up against his again and again. She humped herself on his hot cock and just as she had begun to satiate her hunger, Tim began to come.
"Nghngbngh," he moaned, pumping his hot liquid out and into his wife's craving pussy hole.
Linda humped herself harder, anxious to take advantage of the still-hard erection before it withered.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, pressing harder and harder, and at last feeling him in the deepest recesses of her pussy, she humped hard, and came. She groaned loud and long with overwhelming pleasure. She panted hard and lay back, her arms and legs still clinging to her husband. "Ohhhh, honey, oh, that was great, mmmm, so nice! Wonderful!"
She was in the oblivion of post-orgasm. She felt peaceful. Relaxed. She shook her head. She didn't want this moment to end. A trickle of semen was still rolling down her inner thigh. Her husbands burly body was heavy on her. She didn't mind. She rubbed his back fondly.
All the tension was gone. Her lips felt full and sensual. She kissed Tim's neck and shoulders. She kissed his arms. She nibbled his ear.
"Honey, oh, honey, it was wonderful." It was one of those rare moments when she was completely in love with her husband again. The moments of supreme satisfaction were rare.
"It was nice," Tim agreed in a muffled voice.
"Boy, I'm I bushed. Mmmmmm. Wow."
"Honey, you're wonderful, I'll do anything for you. Anything." Linda was serious. She'd forgotten her plans to leave him. She forgot her list of resolutions. She forgot her decision to go to the theater that night to look…
Why would she want to look for a man when she had one in her arms?
So, Linda didn't go to the theater that night. She was convinced there would be a repeat performance Saturday night of the sex that had begun Saturday morning, which had only been a warm-up session as far as she was concerned.
By the time she was ready for bed that night, she'd had so many arousing fantasies that she was hornier than a toad. Her body tingled all over. Her pussy was wet and expanding. She wore her short pink nightie. She read a magazine story while her husband took his bath. When he came to bed, she set the magazine aside and welcomed him with open arms. She was so sure he would desire her as much as she did him. Her body ached with need and passion.
"I love you," she crooned.
"Oh, honey, pot again," he said gruffly as he slipped out of his house slippers and swung his feet over into bed. He wore only a pair of pajama bottoms. He turned on his side away from her.
"But Tim," she said, hurt and wanting to cry, "Why not?" she reached out an arm to touch his shoulder.
He pulled away. "Honey, you're wearing me out. I hardly had any energy all day today."
"Well, how much energy do you need to drink beer and watch the baseball game?" she snapped. Then she clapped a hand over her mouth.
She hadn't meant to say that. She'd been walking on air all day. She'd cleaned and baked and even brought Tim a piece of chocolate cake right out of the oven, and hadn't minded as he scarcely muttered a thank you, and cheered a home run. She'd only smiled that he'd taken no heed of her, and she went on with her housework.
She thought that since her body was so satisfied, she really hadn't minded. But she realized she DID mind. And now he was rejecting her sexually again.
She crossed her arms over her needy body and pleaded, "Tim, I want you. I need you!" She looked over at him, his husky male form huddled to one side of the bed. He didn't answer.
She despised him in that moment. She didn't even understand him. All her love for him, that had filled her all day, drained out of her in one moment. She cursed herself for not going to the play that night. How could she have been such a fool?
"I hate you!" she said under her breath, and sharp, salty team stung her eyes. Her rage overwhelmed her.
Tim, unaware of her misery, fell asleep. Linda dried her eyes on the pillowcase. She set her lips firm and didn't go to sleep for a long time. She vowed revenge. Her anger was all she'd needed to give her the strength and momentum to take action.