She saw Larry's eyes lower to her beaver. The soft blonde curls were damp and glistening from her shower. She felt her pussy throb under his lustful gaze. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad tonight, after all.
She strode over to the bed and slipped under the covers. She didn't turn off the light.
She noticed that his pajamas were tented out in front. She knew that he was horny. She just hoped that he would decide to be adventuresome in bed. She held her breath, waiting for him to make the first move.
Larry reached up and turned off the light. "Come here," he said, pulling her into his arms.
Jill tried not to let her disappointment show. She wished he had left on the light. That might be fun for a change.
Larry kissed her hungrily. That was one thing that he did well. She shivered as the tip of his tongue probed into the hot wetness of her mouth. She wished that he fucked as well as he kissed.
She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing up against her soft tummy. The pajamas were bunched up in front. Suddenly she felt a boldness rush through her.
"Why don't you take off your pajamas," she suggested. "I want to feel you up against me."
Larry's body tensed. She could have bit off her tongue for saying that. She knew that he liked to do things his own way. She stifled the urge to rip the pajamas from his body and demand that he fuck her right. If she kept on taking the initiative like that, he probably wouldn't fuck her at all.
"I'm sorry honey," he apologized. "Sometimes you just make me so horny that I lose control of myself."
She felt his body relax. That was all right to say. A woman was supposed to respond to her husband that way.
Larry slipped out of his pajama pants. He left his top on. She forced her body to stay calm and open. She wanted to ripe the tops right off him. All he cared about was a hot cunt to stick his prick in. He didn't care if she was aroused or not. He didn't even think about being romantic and asking her if she wanted to feel his whole nude body against hers. All he wanted was to stick his cock in her pump a couple of times until he shot his load into her pussy. That was supposed to be fun for her. She felt like a rabbit or something. He didn't care if she had any fun or not as long as he got his rocks off.
Larry laughed, deep in his throat. He pulled her close again. She could feel her pussy burn as his cock bumped up against it. She was horny in spite of herself.
"Is that better?" he growled.
"Yes," she sighed. "That's much better, Larry." She felt the long line of his cock against her tummy. It was better. She wished he would hurry and put his hard cock inside of her. Maybe it would take a little longer tonight and she would actually come. It would be so wonderful if she could. She snuggled up against him and kissed his neck. Then she started to pretend that he was someone else. That was a trick that she'd used often. It made her terribly horny to pretend that he was a movie star. She had gotten so horny a couple of times that she had almost made it. He had just come too quickly, that was all. If he had lasted a few moments more, she would have come right along with him. She started her fantasy.
This time Larry was one of the guys in the sexy picture book. He was taking her to a motel and whispering all the things that he was going to do to her. He was going to lick her hot pussy and stick his long thick cock in her ass. He was going to make her come three or four times at least, before he finally shot his load into her grasping, snapping cunt.
Larry brought her back to the present. "I've been thinking about you all night, hon," he said. "I could hardly wait to get home and give it to you."
Jill sighed. If only he wouldn't talk. Then she could lose herself in her fantasy and maybe tonight would be the night she'd come.
She felt like telling him that she'd been horny all day too. She hadn't been horny for him though. She had been horny for the men in those pictures… the men that were doing all those exciting things. She had been horny remembering Bobbie Jean's conversation, too. She had thought about how it would feel to have Bobbie Jean's smooth pink tongue in her pussy, licking and sucking at her throbbing clit. She had brought herself off twice with her fingers, she had been so horny. She wondered what Larry would say if she told him what made her horny. She bet that would stop their lovemaking in a hurry.
"Ummmmmm. You feel good honey," he said. "Just what I need… a nice warm, cuddly wife."
Jill felt her body respond to his. He must really be horny to say something like that. Usually he just pulled her over to his side of the bed and stuck it in. She felt a rush of fire spread through her pussy, soaking her tender cuntflesh. Maybe tonight would be the night he would do something different, something exciting.
She reached down to touch his cock. If she had thought, she never would have done it. Larry didn't like her to touch him unless he asked for it… and he hard never did.
She curled her fingers around his stiff hot prick. It was silky and hot and throbbing. She discovered she liked to touch his cock. It was exciting. She felt her pussy cream helplessly. She was terribly horny.
Larry seemed surprised at her boldnes, but he didn't push her hand away. He sighed deeply and pushed his cock against her stroking fingers.
"You read my mind, hon," he breathed. "I was just going to tell you to touch me."
She felt a thrill of delight run through her as his hands rasped her tits. That was unusual Larry usually didn't take the time to play with her tits. She relaxed and gave herself up to the enjoyment of his firm hands on her trembling tits.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, not quite daring to say more, just enough to let him know that she enjoyed it but not enough to scare him off.
Her fingers moved slowly up and down the rigid shaft of his cock. She felt it pulse and throb under her fingers. She touched him lightly, teasingly. She felt him respond by squeezing her erect nipples between his fingers… rolling and pinching them in a firm, lusty way.
She moved her fingers up to the tip of his hard, drooling prick. She could feel the slippery cream oozing from his trembling glanshole. She smeared her fingers over it and rubbed it all over his thick prickshaft.
Larry moaned. He kneaded her tits harder. She smiled in triumph. She had really made him horny this time!
It was a good thing that Jill couldn't read Larry's mind. It was true that he was horny, but she hadn't been the one to make him that way. He was horny for Marta Stevens and it had all started that night at rehearsal for the school play.
Larry hated school plays. He always got stuck being assistant director and it was always a bore. The only good thing about the job was the fact that he was paid extra. With Jill not working, they needed every bit of extra pay he could get. He wouldn't let her work though. No one could doubt that he was the bread winner in his family.
Larry took a seat in the back of the auditorium. He could hear the new director giving instructions. He remembered that her name was Marta Stevens. She was the new English and drama teacher this year. His eyes traveled from one group of students to another, looking for her.
Larry drew in his breath sharply. There she was. He had almost missed her. She was dressed in a tight pair of Levi's and a printed T-shirt. She looked like one of the kids.
Then Marta turned sideways and Larry gasped again. Now she didn't look like one of the kids at all. No high school girl had a figure like that.
Marta's jeans were skin-tight. They covered her quivering asscheeks but they didn't hide any of the lush curves of her body. They looked like they had been painted on her. Larry's eyes almost popped from his head as he watched her move across the stage.
Then he mined his eyes to her tits. He felt his limp cock surge into instant life. She had tits that wouldn't quit.