Carol couldn't sleep. She lay on her bed, looking out the window and listening to the night sounds. Hyatt, on his own bed across the room, mumbled from time to time in his sleep. She couldn't understand him most of the time, but she did make out the words "cash flow".
That was Hyatt. Even in his sleep, he was concerned with cash flow. She wished he'd be more concerned with cum flow. Carol had read that most men have erections when they dream, because they dream of sex more than anything else, whether they remember fuck sexual dreams or not. Well, Hyatt sometimes had a hard-on when he slept, but Carol doubted that he was dreaming of sex, not when he mumbled words like "cash flow".
She pulled off her nightgown and dropped it on the floor. The summer night wasn't that warm, but she was steaming, her entire body flushed and moist. With Fritz, she had re-experienced feelings she hadn't experienced in years, not since college.
Lying here thinking about Fritz, she found it difficult, almost impossible to believe that the things she had done with him this evening actually had happened. In a way, she wished they hadn't happened. Given the choice to undo what she had done with Fritz, she wondered if she would undo it.
What had she started? Where would it all lead?
She was treading on dangerous ground here, seducing the teen, being unfaithful to her husband. If word of this ever got out, she might easily end up divorced, or worse – all because a stiff-cocked teenager had made her lose control of herself.
She would have to plead insanity, something she could do honestly, for wasn't her loss of control a form of insanity after all? Hadn't she temporarily lost her sanity and become a kind of animal in heat in the presence of the youth? It was entirely possible that a teenager like Fritz, nearing the peak of his sexual prowess and attractiveness, might exude some, kind of subliminal sexual scent that had set her hormones flowing, hormones that had influenced her brain chemicals and turned her into a veritable bitch in heat.
The idea excited her, and she began to massage her tits. She rubbed her nipples. In the moonlight, she writhed on her bed, caressing herself all over.
Bitch in heat, she thought. Animal.
She really was acting in the most disgusting manner, but it felt so good. She'd somehow forgotten until this evening just how good her body could feel, had forgotten the pleasure it was capable of. Like a seductress, she stroked one bare foot up and down her opposite leg, her toes pointed, sensuously stroking her naked leg. Her body undulated against the mattress, humping at a phantom lover.
"Fritz, honey," she whispered. "Ram me with your cock! Oh, my darling!"
The pussy cream frothed from her pulsating cunt, getting her inner cuntlips slick. Her cunt was swollen and well-lubricated. She was ready to receive a cock up her pussy. She thought about going down to the kitchen for a carrot. She hadn't fucked herself with a carrot since high school. But it would be cold, not hot like the teen's cock. She really did want something hot – and alive!
She was being crazy, but she was determined to have her pleasure. She slipped quietly across the room to her husband's bed and began to pull down his pajama bottoms.
"What?" he mumbled in his sleep. "What the…"
"Relax," Carol said.
It took some effort, but she managed to get the pajamas off Hyatt's fat ass and down to his knees.
His cock was stiff – not surprising, since he had been mumbling about cash flow a few minutes ago.
Kneeling next to his bed, she sniffed his balls, getting herself high on the musky male scent. She peeled the foreskin down off his prickhead, sniffing again. Holding the base of his cock-shaft, she began to lick at the cheesy moisture. "What the – oh?" Hyatt gasped as Carol swallowed his prick to the balls. He moaned as she began to slowly bob her head and work her tongue. His eyelids raised.
"Sweet Jesus, Carol – what on earth!"
Carol released his cock. "I'm celebrating the fifteenth anniversary of our honeymoon, Hyatt."
"You're doing what?"
"Celebrating." She climbed up on the bed and straddled his loins with her back toward him. "Our honeymoon. Fifteen years ago tonight we were celebrating our marriage in a hotel room in Las Vegas… or perhaps you've forgotten."
"Of course I haven't forgotten. How could I forget winning three hundred dollars at the slot machines in one evening? So that was fifteen years ago tonight?"
"You got it! Which means today was our wedding anniversary." She rubbed his cockhead back and forth in her slick cunt gash. Her juices ran down his cock and trickled over his balls.
"Oooooh, that's nice! Do that some more." Yes, Carol thought, very nice! Not that you deserve it.
If she hadn't been so horny, she would have climbed off him and gone to bed then and there, leaving him with a hard-on to deal with and something to think about.
"Sit on it," he said. "I'm in the mood tonight. I can use some relaxation. Just this once, I'll forgive you for interrupting my sleep."
"Thank you," Carol said. "You're so gracious."
Gritting her teeth, tightening her cunt, she fucked down, impaling herself to the hilt. Hyatt's chubby toes curled as his body arched up under her. He gasped.
"My God, woman, don't skin it!" I'll skin it alive, Carol thought, and she kept her cunt vise-tight as she fucked up and down, her tits flapping like water balloons. I'll show you a thing or two, Hyatt!
Hyatt was gasping. "Carol, please, slow down! I'm much too sensitive!"
Good, Carol thought, churning her pelvis as she fucked up and down. She would grind his cock right off.
Hyatt's belly heaved and he whimpered. He gripped Carol's ass, his nails gouging her skin.
"Carol, I can't stand it, let up!"
"I thought you were in the mood," Carol said, and she tightened her cunt even more, fucking him faster.
"Damn you!" Hyatt gasped. "Stupid bitch!" He'd never called her a bitch before. She couldn't even remember his having ever used the word before.
"Relax," Carol said. "Enjoy it."
"Then slow down! Loosen up! Oh, God!" Carol laughed, fucking him even faster, bouncing her ass on his paunch. His cock nearly split out of its skin like a banana each time she fucked down. She could feel it.
"You slut!" Hyatt howled. "Stop it! Stop it!" Squirming like an eel, in a frenzy from Carol's intense fucking, he rammed a finger up Carol's asshole, grinding it savagely. "Stop it!"
Carol exploded.
Hyatt's finger acted like an electric prod up her ass, setting off her orgasm instantly. She shrieked, her fuck-juices drenching his balls. As she ground out her pleasure on his rigid cock, she had to fight to keep her balance.
"Ohhhhh, yessss!" she moaned. "Yesssss!"
Hyatt's eyes bulged, then rolled back as her spasming pussy sucked his cock. His balls swelled and contracted. Jism streamed through his piss tube. He grunted like a boar as he shot his arm into Carol's cunt.
"Damn you!" he gasped. "Oh, sweet Jesus." As her cunt sucked, chewing up his pleasure raw cock, he felt as if the life were being vacuumed out of him. He continued twisting his finger savagely in her clutching asshole to punish her.
At last, her cunt satisfied, Carol toppled off her husband and slipped down onto the floor. She tried to stand up, but her legs were too shaky to support her. She lay down, waiting for her head to stop spinning inside, waiting for her strength to return.
Hyatt panted as if she were having a heart attack. He was misted with sweat. His cock drooped over his balls like a deflated balloon.
"What have you been drinking?" he asked. "Or have you just lost your mind?" He was too drained of strength to say anything more.
He lost consciousness a minute later, then slept straight through till morning. After several unsuccessful attempts to get up, he finally managed to struggle out of bed. That morning, for the first time in his life, he was late for work.
It was all Carol's fault! He couldn't understand what had gotten into the woman.