Tom began tearing off his clothes. As soon as he was naked, he fell forward on the bed between his wife's wide-spread legs and buried his face against the soft warmth of her cunt.
"Oh, Tom. You're driving me crazy tonight," Lucy panted as she felt her husband's tongue work up into her pussy slit. "Why don't you move around so I can suck you, too?"
Tom loved the way Lucy gave head, and was about to comply, when, he suddenly remembered that his cock undoubtedly smelled strongly of Hot Lips' cunt juices. No point in pushing his luck.
"Not tonight," he mumbled, his mouth partially buried in her pussy. "In another moment, I'm going to ram my cock all the way up to the back of your throat – by was of your cunt!"
"Ooohhhhhh. Eat me a little more first!" Lucy begged. She too had been disturbed by her new difficulty in having orgasms. At first she had tended to blame herself, but, slowly she'd put the blame where it belonged – with Tom's increasingly thoughtless and hasty lovemaking.
Tom obediently licked his wife's cunt another minute or two, but by now his cock was throbbingly ready. He longed to sheathe it in her cunt. More than that, he wanted to be rough and quick, to make up in part for the humiliating way Hot Lips had heated him.
"Okay, baby," Tom said as he pulled his mouth away from Lucy's trembling cunt. His face was shiny with her cunt juices as he leered down hungrily at her. "Time for a little action."
Tom scrambled higher between his wife's shapely legs, sitting back on his heels as he took his cock in one hand and guided it toward her cunt.
"Careful! It's a little dry!" Lucy cautioned.
Muttering, Tom wet his fingers with saliva and liberally coated the end of his cock with it. Then he worked the big rod between his wife's delicate pussy lips and started ramming it up her pussy.
"Open up and say 'Aaahh'," he told her gruffly, then became angry when he saw her gritting her teeth in pain. Why the hell was she so fucking dry, he wondered.
Lucy was wondering too. For the past few months she had been unusually dry every time Tom made love to her. Yet, when she masturbated – an act which was becoming all too common to the frustrated young woman – she seemed to literally gush lubricants.
However, the saliva worked well enough for Tom to finally drive his cock all the way up into Lucy's snug cunt, and as he began to fuck in and out of her, she slowly became a little wetter.
"Oh, yes! Aaaahhhhh! Feels so good," Lucy moaned. Her blue eyes were darker now, dark and smoky with growing passion. Tom was slamming his hips savagely against hers, making her body shake with the force of each violent thrust. He panted and moaned above her, comparing her milk-white nakedness with Hot Lips' dark, earthy beauty. Damn! He wished he had the other woman here too! But Lucy would flip her lid over something like that, and he'd spend the rest of his life paying alimony. No, one at a time would have to do.
By now his balls felt as if they were going to explode, but there was no sign that Lucy was going to come. She seemed excited enough, but still miles away from orgasm.
"Come on, baby! Try a little," he grated.
Beneath him, Lucy felt as if someone had suddenly poured cold water over her. She had been trying, but her husband's thoughtless, impatient words only served to turn her off. She could tell that he was holding back. Up inside her cunt, she was aware of his cock swelling bigger and bigger and knew he couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer. He was coming quickly, she thought, but then figured that he must be as horny as she.
Lucy tried hard, concentrating on the powerful thrusts of Tom's rock-hard cock into her throbbing cunt, feeling it pound deep up into her belly. She thought for a moment she was finally going to come – until she felt Tom's cock begin jerking and shuddering inside her cunt. He was going to come!
"Oh shit!" Tom groaned. "Can't hold it back any longer! Going to come. AAARRRRGGGGHHH!"
With a bellow of pleasure, Tom threw back his head and began to empty his load in Lucy's cunt. She could feel the heated wetness spreading through her lower belly. She began to pump back hard, both to make Tom's orgasm better and to try and touch her own off.
"Oh! Don't stop! Keep fucking me!" she pleaded as she flailed her hips up against his. But it was no use. Long before she felt anything approaching a climax, Tom's cock had shrunk inside her cunt, soft and useless. Lucy began to feel self-conscious, wildly humping up against nothing, and with a little strangled sob of regret, forced herself to lie quietly. But every so often her hips would give a spasmodic, hungry jerk.
"Jesus Christ, I tried," Tom growled as he rolled tiredly from his wife's unfulfilled body. "Can't blame it on me this time."
"Oh, Tom, when did I ever blame you?" Lucy asked. She knew they were on the verge of another fight. A fight neither of them could win, a fight over misunderstandings and missed opportunities.
"It was fine," she finally said. "You fuck like a bull."
"One hell of a tired bull," Tom replied sleepily. His pride fed, he didn't feel like arguing any more.
Tom really wasn't an unkind man, but it was hard for him to relate to anything or any feeling that didn't center on himself. Now he was tired. He'd fucked two women in the last hour and eaten a big meal.
"I'll just take a little nap and then dry the dishes for you," he mumbled, beginning a gentle snore. Lucy knew he was out for the night. She got out of bed, careful not to disturb Tom, wincing when her pussy lips rubbed together, reminding her of the raging need to come still smoldering inside her cunt.
After covering her sleeping husband with a blanket, Lucy hastily dressed, knowing that if she didn't, she would be tempted to masturbate, and there was still a lot of housework to do.
Lucy had been only twenty-one when she and Tom were mated. They'd gone together for over six months before that. And while she certainly hadn't been a virgin, she didn't have nearly the sexual experience of Tom's libertine life. Lucy had been fucking only about two years when she met Tom, just long enough to know without a doubt that she loved it, but not time enough to gain confidence.
Confidence was what Lucy was lacking now as she glumly washed the dinner dishes. While she knew that Tom's lovemaking had been falling short in ardor and thoughtfulness over the past year or so, she always tended to blame herself. She began to think that there was something lacking in her own lovemaking. Why couldn't she come?
And then there was the problem of her not getting very wet when Tom fucked her. She pondered the truth for a while; that after four and a half years of fucking the same man, she was beginning to get bored. But the truth was taboo. Married people, particularly wives, weren't supposed to be that way. Marriage was sacred and eternal. Wasn't it? And how could a passion as strong as that which had prompted her and Tom to marry just wilt away like a dead flower?
So Lucy went to bed feeling, as usual, that she must be doing something wrong. She was too tired and discouraged to masturbate. Lately that had become the only way she could achieve an orgasm. Very satisfying, but not the same as getting it off with a man. It took her over an hour to get to sleep, lying next to her unconscious husband. Once her hand accidentally brushed his limp cock and she shivered all over.
Morning always brought enough chores to take Lucy's mind off her sexual troubles, and, she was up with the sun, preparing Tom's breakfast as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, cursing his razor. When he ate, she made a list of the things she had to do that day.
"Where's the checkbook, honey?" she asked. "I have to pay some bills today."
"In the glove compartment of my car."
Lucy went out to the garage and unlocked Tom's car, pulling the checkbook out of the glove compartment. But she dropped it on the floor, almost under the seat. She bent over to pick it up, and saw something further back under the seat. Something flimsy and shapeless, like a scarf. It wasn't until she had pulled it out that she realized what it was.