At first she had gulped down the mouthfuls of cum hurriedly, knowing that there was more to come and desperately making room for it, so it did not overflow. But now she savored the final mouthful on her taste-buds, letting the slimy love oil wash around her tongue and seep into her cheeks, enjoying the flavor and the texture for a few moments before she drank it joyfully down. She continued to to suck on his dick until she was sure she had milked every vital drop from his knob. Then she pulled her lips away and, using her tongue, gathered up a few remaining drops that had escaped her mouth and trickled down his dick and over his balls.
His dick had begun to shrink. It was not soft yet but had transformed from a straight rod to a big loop, curving out from his belly.
Jennifer's oral hunger had been appeased, but now her cunt was clamoring for its own satiation. She slipped her lips over the head of his pecker again and commenced to suck, intending to mouth him back to a brand new erection and then mount him.
But then Fred woke up.
"I just had the most incredible dream, honey," he said.
And then he looked down and saw that Jennifer's face was impaled upon his knob and he grinned sheepishly.
"It was no dream, dear… but it was wonderful," she said, her words muffled on a mouthful of dick-head.
"Did I came?"
"Ummm… did you ever. You almost choked me, darling, but I swallowed it all."
"Naughty girl," he said.
"Yes, I know… And now I'm going to suck you up nice and hard again so you can give me a good fucking."
"That sounds like a good idea," he said, and settled back to enjoy the hardening process.
Jennifer slurped and sucked on his cock and it began to straighten back from a bow to a rod. When she was satisfied that he had reached a suitable degree of hardness, she pulled her lips from his cock-head and quickly started to straddle him. Cunt juice was running from the inside of her thighs and her twat was gaping open, the slit awash with cream.
The alarm clock jangled.
"Oh, no!" Jennifer wailed and, reaching across to the bedside table, she picked up the offending timepiece and slung it at the wall.
"Darling… I'll have to go," said Fred.
"Oh, please…" Jennifer cried.
"Jesus, I'm sorry, honey… I've got to run."
Jennifer made a valiant attempt to sheath his big dick in her slot, hiking her belly up and dropping over him as if her juicy snatch were a butterfly net, but he squirmed away and jumped up from the bed. He dashed to the bathroom.
Jennifer stared after his fleeing ass with an expression of annoyance and frustration.
She heard the shower running.
She waited, hoping that he would change his mind – that he would neglect his damn job long enough to throw at least one good fuck into her horny twat.
But when he emerged from the bathroom, the cold shower had done its job.
His cock had gone soft and flaccid and hung uselessly down along his thigh.
He flashed her a sheepish grin of apology as he began to dress, but Jennifer wanted no apology.
Jennifer wanted pecker.
She threw herself down on the bed, seething with frustration.
CHAPTER TWO
Fred and Jennifer Foley lived in Blackheath, a fashionable suburb on the outskirts of the city. It had been Jennifer's idea to move there when he had started to make enough money as a young executive, but she had soon regretted her decision, when she realized that commuting time between home and the office was going to cut drastically into their fucking time. Fred worked hard and was getting ahead in the business world but Jennifer much preferred getting head to getting ahead and now she found herself frustrated all the time.
She wondered if she should take a lover.
But she didn't seriously consider that, because she knew that her husband was working so hard to make a secure future for them. Now, hearing him rattling around in the kitchen, she regretted her anger. At least she could make his breakfast, she thought, and got up and pulled a negligee over her lush curves.
The negligee was semi-transparent and did nothing to hide the charms of her body. She had big firm tits, molded thighs and an ass shaped like a valentine. Her hair was soft and fashionably cut, her eyes were dark and she had prominent cheekbones that caused her countenance to appear sensual. She liked her body, both for its appearance and the pleasure it gave her.
She paused and looked in the mirror, smiling at her reflection with a touch of narcissism.
She could see the outline of her dark pubic triangle through the filmy negligee. Then she sighed. What was the point of looking sexy when Fred had to rush off to his job?
She went down to the kitchen where Fred was drinking coffee.
"Let me make you some breakfast," she said.
"No time," he said. "I'm driving today. I have to pick up Morgan, he'll be waiting for me."
He put the coffee cup down and looked at his watch. Jennifer moved towards him. The filmy negligee drifted over her lush curves and her naked thigh came out as she stepped, but her husband's eyes never drifted over her body.
He gave her a hurried kiss and hastened off. Damn, thought the frustrated housewife.
She heard the car start and drifted over to the kitchen window.
Fred was driving past the house and Morgan Davis, their next-door neighbor, was just coming out of his own house.
Jennifer wondered if Carol Davis was as frustrated as she was. Fred and Morgan worked together and alternated driving into town. Carol couldn't have any more time with Morgan than Jennifer did with Fred, but Jennifer had never figured that frustration was one of the miseries that benefited from company. And maybe her friend Carol did not have such a powerful sex drive, either, although she certainly looked sexy enough.
Jennifer decided that she would ask her neighbor about her sex life. They were good friends and could speak openly of such matters.
She watched Morgan get in the car. The car moved off down the street. The next house in line was the Harrisons', and as she watched her husband drive past there Jennifer thought that Colleen Harrison must be lucky. At least she would be lucky for a while, because Colleen and her husband Bob were newlyweds who had just moved into the suburbs.
They must screw plenty, thought Jennifer, with envy.
What a difference a few years and a promotion could make to one's sex life, she thought wistfully.
Jennifer had always enjoyed plenty of sex before she was married. She had not exactly been a tramp, but she had been sexually liberated and gone to bed with a number of boyfriends and the odd one-night stand before meeting Fred. But she had fallen in love with Fred and been faithful to him during their courtship as well as after they were wed.
Nor did she want to cheat on him, but still… a woman needed dick and that was the truth. And if her husband couldn't supply it in abundance…
She wondered once again if she should have a love affair. The idea was exciting, certainly, but she was in two minds about it. She wanted to get fucked but she didn't want to start a love affair that would endanger her marriage. She wanted physical satiation without emotional ties.
An arrangement like that was not easy to find. How did a married woman go out and pick up a man for sex without complications?
Why, the solution was obvious. All one had to do was go to the places where men went to find women!
There were plenty of low bars in town that no respectable woman would be seen dead in, when men went looking for exactly the kind of sexual arrangement that Jennifer had in mind far herself. What a handy solution to a housewife's frustrations, she thought.
But it was merely a fanciful thought…
Jennifer's cunt was still smoldering.
She decided that she would simply have to masturbate. She didn't like to rub herself off, it seemed a terrible waste to yield an orgasm to her own hands, but the alternative was to suffer through the day with a terrible need in her simmering pussy. She loved to feel sexually excited – but only when there was satisfaction in the offing.