Nick Eastwood
Housewife in heat
CHAPTER ONE
Mona Stevens lay naked, waiting for her husband Jerry to come to bed. She couldn't help grinning. She had quite a surprise waiting for Jerry tonight. She just hoped he'd appreciate it.
"Honey, are you coming pretty soon?" she called.
"A few more minutes," Jerry replied from the living room. "I wanta see the rest of this game."
Good old Jerry, Mona thought wistfully. He never changed. Even though he was leaving for a week tomorrow and this was their last chance to fuck, he still had to see all of his damned basketball game. Well, she'd just have to make up for lost time when he finally came to bed. Her pussy burned with need, and she stirred restlessly.
Never in the five years of their marriage had Jerry walked into the bedroom and found her lying stark naked on the spread. He was shy about things like that, and Mona had always respected his feelings. But tonight she felt like surprising him. She felt exceptionally horny, ready for a little change in their sexual routine.
"Oh, hurry, dammit," Mona muttered.
Her whole pussy seemed on fire with need. The hot flesh was swollen and taut, and she could feel thick cream leaking helplessly from the thirsty mouth of her cunt. Sighing, she ran her hands down over her sleek warm body, stimulating her throbbing tits, pressing the plump mound. From the living room she could hear the TV still blaring away.
Jerry was missing quite a sight. Mona was a lovely tall brunette of twenty-five, with fantastic big tits the size of small watermelons. Tonight those tits were especially enticing, swollen and thrusting, the large red nipples of stiff and pointed. Mona gently tweaked her pulsating nipples and felt little jolts of pleasure streaking right down to her slit.
"Ummmmm," she sighed. "Jerry, you bastards I need you!"
She ran her hands down over the large dark triangle of her bush. Pressing her palms down against the hot mound beneath the fur, she sent shivers of pleasure through her creaming pussy. Horny out of her mind, she slid a stiff finger between the curly lips of her muff and touched the red-hot button of her clit. She began to rub her juice-soaked joy button.
"Ohhhhh, God, I need to be fucked," she moaned.
It felt delicious to massage her highly sensitive clit, and she knew she could easily bring herself off that way, but what she really craved was a big stiff cock – Jerry's cock. Her boiling cunt was starving for it. She imagined Jerry shoving his big rock-hard bone into her, cramming her full of thick hot meat, and she whined with lust and frigged herself faster.
"Damn, damn," she groaned, "what's keeping him?"
She knew Jerry would geve her a good long fuck when he finally got there but she also knew something would be lacking. She'd been trying to pin it down for a long time now. Jerry liked to fuck, he had a fine big cock, and he could last a long time. So what was she complaining about? Maybe she'd have known, if she'd ever fucked anybody but Jerry.
But, no, Jerry was the only man in Mona's life. She'd been a virgin on their wedding night, and for most of their marriage she'd been too crazy about him even to consider fucking other men. This past year, though, things had started to change. She'd begun to feel a nagging dissatisfaction, a horniness that Jerry's pile-driving cock couldn't satisfy. She started to wonder how it would be with other men.
Those were bad thoughts, and Mona tried to chase them away by rubbing her scorching clit faster and faster. Hot pleasure ripped through her swollen pussy, and her hand was quickly drenched with her gushing cunt juice. Her lovely face grew flushed with lusty excitement.
"Ahhhhhh, God, it's good," she moaned.
It was good, all right, but not as good as a nice hard cock. And she felt a little ashamed of the fact that for the past few months she'd had to masturbate to get all the sexual release she needed. Still, it was masturbate or go crazy; Jerry was a trucker, and his work took him away from home for long periods of time. When be was gone, Mona got so violently horny, she just had to beat off.
But tonight, damn-it, she shouldn't have to be doing this! Her perfectly healthy thirty-year-old husband was sitting right in the living room, while she had to lie here playing with herself like a guilty little kid. Inflamed with need, Mona thought of marching naked into the living room and demanding her marital rights. But she had more pride than that. To hell with him – she could take care of herself.
Mona seized her slippery little clit between her thumb and forefinger and started kneading it like crazy. The pleasure was hot and dizzying, and her perfect white teeth flashed as she panted. She couldn't wait for Jerry now. Her need was too urgent. She frigged her hotly throbbing slit faster and faster, till she was hovering on the brink of a desperately needed orgasm.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, yessss," she whined. "I need to come so bad."
Just a few more strokes of her kneading fingers and she'd be coming. Mona liked to hover just at that point, savoring the heart-pounding pleasure, masturbating slowly and sensuously while her hot little cunt mouth gushed scalding pussy syrup all over her hand. She gurgled with horny excitement as she rolled her slick wet clit between her fingers.
She kept frigging herself till she simply couldn't stand it another second, till she had to come or scream. She was just about to bring herself off with some hard swift kneading action when she heard Jerry switch off the TV. What shitty timing! In her lusty frenzy she'd almost forgotten about her husband.
Moaning with frustration, she whipped her hand out of her cream-drenched steaming slit and quickly wiped her sticky fingers on the bedspread. When Jerry walked into the bedroom he found her stretched out naked on her back, her beautiful face flushed, her big dark eyes hot and glowing. Her lust-swollen tits stood up taut and full, the red nipples rigid.
Jerry blushed furiously. "Mona," he snapped, "what in hell are you doing like that?"
"I thought it might make an interesting change," Mona said pleadingly.
"You know I don't approve," he said coldly. "We've discussed all this before. Now go put on your nightgown."
"Yes, Jerry," Mona sighed.
He turned his back while she got up and stepped into the walk-in closet. Because of his puritanical, strictly religious upbringing, Jerry had been taught that nakedness was evil, and he insisted that Mona undress for bed in the closet and come out wearing a prim and proper white cotton nightgown. While she was doing that, he'd get into his pajamas.
Tonight Mona wasn't standing for it. He never let her watch him undress, and she was starved for the sight of his body. She quickly got into her nightgown and then opened the closet door just a crack: Jerry was down to his underwear. He pulled off his tee-shirt, and she feasted her lusty eyes on his broad hair-matted chest. The fur was golden, like the hair on his head, and his hard muscles rippled. He had a gorgeous body – why was he ashamed to show it?
As Jerry lowered his shorts, Mona swayed dizzily with a rush of lust. He almost never let her see his cock. She had to grin knowingly when she saw that it was stiff as a board. He could pretend to be shocked by finding her naked, but it had obviously turned him on like mad. She hungrily eyed his handsome eight-inch dick.
The wrist-thick meat hugged his hairy belly in a fierce hard-on, and his bloated fur-thatched balls crowded the space between his thighs. The head of his cock was swollen into a huge purple knob, the dark cleft leaking big globs of glistening cock juice. Mona stifled a groan of disappointment as Jerry quickly slipped into his pajamas and cheated her of the enticing sight of his huge stiff-standing prick.
"I'm ready," he said.
Mona was ready, too, so ready she could have screamed. She emerged from the closet in her prim white nightgown, looking the part of a dutiful and modest wife, but feeling searing pussy juice streaming down her legs. She and Jerry crawled into bed, and he reached over to switch off the bedside lamp. Mona stifled another groan of disappointment.