Bed-To-Bed Wife

by Emma Patrick

  "It's Fay." she told him, giggling nervously. "I saw your curtains were open and I thought the boys were home and I came over to borrow... some milk. If you have any."

  "They won't be back for another week. I'd like to help you but I don't have any milk. I gave the rest of it to the cat last night."

  "Cat? I didn't know the boys had a cat."

  "They don't. It's mine. I brought him with me. I just moved in yesterday afternoon. Didn't Danny tell you this was my house?"

  She nodded. "But he didn't say when you'd be moving in. Heóyikes!" A sleek black cat had just leaped onto her lap. It stared expectantly up at her. "I take it this is your cat."

  Hank lifted the animal off her lap and set it on the floor. "Rambo is a lover. He wants everybody to pet him."

  "Rambo?" She burst out laughing. "Is he a fighter too?"

  "Not really. I'm afraid he's been neutered," Hank explained soberly .

  She laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes. "The poor thing," she sputtered when she finally regained her composure. "But then he can't be a lover either, can he?"

  Hank chuckled. "No, I don't suppose he can. Would you like a cup of coffee? Without milk, I'm afraid."

  She told him she'd love one. They drank coffee, and they talked, and almost before she knew it he was gazing deep into her eyes and telling her how pretty she was and how much he'd like to kiss her.

  She wound her arms around his neck. He was sexy and fun and she was bored and lonely, and she couldn't think of one good reason not to let him.

  He gave her a long, hungry kiss. When he finally released her lips she was so weak and trembly she could hardly breathe.

  He kissed her again. She melted into his arms and returned his kiss with wanton enthusiasm. His tongue was probing the sweet depths of her mouth, sending little chills shooting up and down her spine. He laid her on her back on the sofa, slipped his hand inside her blouse, and lifted it up to expose her tits.

  "You have such nice tits," he murmured. He bent down and kissed her nipples.

  He unfastened her slacks and pushed her pants down below her hips. His eyes traveled over her body, drinking in her exposed flesh. She could almost feel his need. The intensity with which he was studying her was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever experienced. She reached out and wrapped her arms around him.

  He kissed her with a fiery passion that left her aching for more. He then peeled off his clothes and laid her down on the thick carpet.

  "You're so sexy," he breathed as he kissed his way across her soft tits. "Turn over. I want to kiss your shoulders."

  She did as he asked.

  He kissed and licked his way down her back to her hips. She sighed contentedly as his big hands roughly massaged her ass cheeks. He slipped his fingers between her legs and rubbed her sensitive inner thighs.

  "Kiss my pussy. Hank," she breathed. "Kiss it the way you kissed my tits."

  "In a minute, sweetheart. I want to kiss the rest of you first." He nibbled on her ear for a second. "You taste so good. I want to feel you all over and kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you. I'm saving your cunt for dessert."

  She giggled happily. "Okay. But don't take too long. You're making me so hot I'm liable to turn over and start fucking you whether you're ready or not."

  How about if I let you suck on my cock while I eat your pussy?" he asked.

  "That sounds wonderful."

  "Okay. You can turn back over after I've kissed my way down to your feet."

  He kissed his way down the back of her legs, nearly driving her wild in the process, and ended up nibbling on her toes. She flipped over onto her back.

  "I can't stand this anymore," she cried. "You're driving me crazy. Let me suck on your cock."

  He crawled up and lay down on top of her, with his head between her thighs and his legs straddling her neck. She immediately sucked his big, stiff pecker into her mouth.

  Growling, "Jesus Christ that's good," he buried his face in her waiting snatch.

  She was in heaven. His sucking and licking was making her cunt twitch with eager anticipation. She was feeling nothing but pleasure as she slurped away on his swollen meat. When he finally raised his head to tell her that he'd better get busy and fuck her or he'd end up coming in her mouth she gladly turned his cock loose and spread her legs wide apart.

  He sank his rock-hard cock into her cunt with one fierce thrust and she let out a loud whimper. It was so big. She felt as if she was impaled on a telephone pole. Her pussy walls had never been stretched that far before. For a moment she almost cried. Then he cupped his hands over her tits and began massaging her nipples. She heaved a contented sigh. He was fucking her slowly, kissing her face and playing with her tits. He kept it up until she just couldn't stand it any longer, until she was begging him to fuck her harder.

  He lifted her up against his chest and whispered, "I'm going to sit down on the arm chair. When I do I want you to put your legs out over the sides. Okay?"

  "Okay. If they'll stretch that far," she said, gazing anxiously over at the chair in question. The arms looked like they were awfully far apart.

  He moved over to it and slowly lowered himself down onto the seat. She held her legs out to the sides, letting them come to rest against the arms of the chair, and by the time her ass finally settled down against his balls she was sure that she was going to be split in half. She hadn't thought she could spread her legs that far apart. She gasped with lewd delight. She felt so open, so sensitive and so hungry. She could feel every big, thick inch of his cock as it slid along her slippery cunt walls. She wanted more of him. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him lustily.

  "Oh, Hank," she moaned, "play with my asshole while you hick me. And stick your tongue in my mouth. I need it so bad. Fuck me, big man. Fuck me!"

  "I will, sweetheart," he told her, "in a minute. Lean back a little so I can kiss your tits first."

  She leaned back as far as she dared, and arched her back. He bent forward and sucked a nipple up into his mouth. She sighed a blissful sigh. He sucked on her nipples for a minute, then he put his hands on her waist and started sliding her slippery pussy up and down on his cock. She shrieked with delight. Her nipples were brushing against his chest as she moved up and down, and her cunt walls were clutching at his cock. The whole thing was so sexy, it was driving her wild with need.

  "Oh God. Fuck me, big man," she moaned. "Fuck me hard."

  He locked his lips over hers and filled her mouth up with his tongue. She gurgled out her pleasure. He reached behind her and poked a finger through her asshole. She started bouncing up and down on his cock as fast as he could. She was about to come. She just couldn't stand it any longer. She felt his cock stiffen even more as he fucked her back, and she knew he was ready too.

  "Come in me," she wailed. "Do it to me. Fill me up with your cum."

  He rammed his twitching pecker inside her clear to the balls. She wrapped her arms around him and her cunt exploded into spasms. Wave after wave of glorious feeling undulated through her hot body, squeezing the juices out of his cock and leaving them both limp and breathless.

  * * *

  Hank was just wonderful. Fay thought as she set about fixing Daryl's dinner. He was so much more mature than Dan and Andy. He made her feel like a real woman. And what a cock! God it was big. And did he ever know how to use it.

  She lifted up her skirt and slipped her hand down inside her panties. She rubbed a finger across her clit. That felt so good. She pushed the finger up inside her cunt. That felt even better. Damn! Why did she have to be so horny all the time? She'd better quit thinking about sex and pay attention to what she was doing before she burnt her spaghetti sauce all to hell.

  "Hey, Fay," Daryl called from the living room. "What's for dinner?"

  She heaved a sigh. She could hear him changing the channels on the TV. She called back. "Steaming hot pussy with cum sauce."

  "What?" he asked after a moment. "What did you say?"

 
; "I just answered your question about dinner."

  He muttered, "Oh. Yeah. That sounds good," and turned the volume up on the television.

  She turned the burner off on the stove and strode back to the bedroom. It would be at least another half hour before Daryl started worrying about his dinner again, plenty of time for her to satisfy her lust with that little vibrator she kept hidden in the dresser underneath her panties. Tonight he was just going to have to eat a little later than usual.

  She lay down on the bed and began fucking herself with the vibrator, working it back and forth across her clit and slowly pushing up inside her wet cunt. It wasn't as good as being fucked by Hank or Dan or Andy, or by Joe or Sam. But it sure as hell beat anything Daryl had ever given her!

  Oh well, she thought as the feeling built deep inside her body. She didn't have to worry about her husband satisfying her anymore. From now on she was going to take her fun whenever, and wherever, and with whoever she pleased. And, she decided, cramming the dildo deep into her cunt and holding it there, Daryl could go suck an egg!

  Her hungry cunt grabbed hold of the vibrator and squeezed as hard as it could.

  She waited a moment, a soft smile playing across her lips, then she climbed off the bed and strolled lazily back out to the kitchen.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Fay climbed into her car and headed across town toward the shopping mall. It was a warm day and she was driving along in a peaceful daze, her mind still lingering on her very satisfying encounter with Dan's father, when her engine began to sputter and cough. She managed to get it over to the curb just before it died completely.

  She took a good look at her surroundings. What she saw wasn't at all encouraging. She was in a dingy, rather run-down old business district consisting mostly of bars and secondhand shops. Fortunately, there was a garage about half a block from where she was parked. If they couldn't fix her car they should at least have a telephone she could use to call a tow truck. She bravely climbed out of the car and headed toward it.

  The inside of the garage was as dingy and grimy as the outside. A tall, hairy man clad only in Levis and leather boots was in the center of the garage frowning down at a motorcycle. Two more hairy, half dressed specimens were standing beside him offering advice. One of them glanced up, caught sight of her, and said, "Well, well. Come on in, baby, and give us a hand."

  She stepped forward, gingerly, and started to explain what she was doing there. Before she could finish she slipped on some grease and fell flat on her ass on the floor.

  She was sitting there, rubbing her ass cheeks and wishing she'd had the good sense to stay home, when the tall man sauntered over and asked, with a smirk that not even his bushy brown beard and moustache could disguise, "Are you okay?"

  She brushed the hair back from her face. "I don't know. Help me up and I'll tell you whether or not I'm going to sue you."

  He burst out laughing.

  She asked irritably, "And just what's so damn funny?"

  "You. You just wiped grease all over your face. You should see yourself. Here, take my hand and I'll help you up."

  He stuck out a big paw. She grabbed it and he pulled her to her feet. He was leering down at her tank top. She wrenched herself free of his graspóand ended up back down on the floor. She couldn't put any weight on her left ankle. Apparently she'd twisted it when she fell.

  "Are you always this clumsy?" he asked in a disgustingly cheerful voice.

  . She rubbed her ankle. "I am not clumsy. I sprained my ankle. Do you always laugh when someone gets hurt in your garage?"

  "No. Only if they're cute and greasy and bad-tempered. Okay, guys, let's take her to the house and clean her up."

  Before she could protest the trio had lifted her bodily off the floor and were carrying her out the back of the garage toward a big old house at its rear.

  "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she squealed as she carried her inside. "Leave me alone! Put me down!"

  "Okay."

  They plopped her down on the living room floor and started to walk away.

  "Wait a minute! What in the hell are you doing now?"

  He grinned down at her. "Leaving you alone. The bathroom is down the hall across from the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever you need. We'll be in the garage."

  "ButóI can't walk."

  "So?"

  "So! You are the most irritating man I've ever met!" She glared up at him.

  "No I'm not."

  "What?"

  "I can't be. You haven't met me yet. I'm Mike. Who in the hell are you?"

  "WhoóFay. My name is Fay and I want to use your telephone to call a tow truck. Is that all right?"

  "It's fine with me, but aren't you going to be uncomfortable hanging from a hook all the way to the hospital?"

  "Hangingóoh for! It's not for me, it's for my car. And the driver can drop me off at my house. I don't think my ankle needs medical attention. It just needs to be rested for a while. Now what's so funny?"

  Mike was laughing again. "You. It's hard to take you seriously when you've got grease smeared all over your face."

  "Oh for-" She was doing her best not to let his good-natured insolence tickle her, but she was fast losing the battle. It was getting harder and harder to keep her mouth from curving up into a smile. She cleared her throat and was about to start over when a big, busty blond walked into the room.

  "Who the hell is that?" the blond demanded, looking Fay up and down.

  Mike said, "Bertha, meet Fay. Her car broke down. She came in the garage to use the phone and fell in the grease. That's why she's so grungy." Turning to Fay, he went on, "Bertha is Tiny's old lady. Tiny is the short, fat guy with no hair."

  Fay didn't say a word. She couldn't. All she could do was stare. Bertha was stark raving naked, but that wasn't what had her so tongue-tied. The woman had the biggest tits she'd ever seen in her life.

  Bertha said, "What the hell you staring at, honey? Haven't you ever seen a naked body before?"

  "Ióno," Fay sputtered in her confusion. "I mean, yes. I've just never seenóI meanó", "You mean you've never seen such big tits before. That's okay. Not very many people have." She turned and scowled at Tiny. "Okay, numb nuts, where the hell you been? I thought you wanted to fuck. I've been sitting in the bedroom freezing my ass off for almost half an hour."

  Tiny promptly kicked off his boots and Levis, pushed Bertha down on the sofa, and waved his cock in her face.

  "Okay, bitch," he growled, "suck it. I can't fuck you with a flat dick."

  Bertha sucked his cock into her mouth and began slurping away on it like she was eating an all-day sucker.

  Fay could feel her cheeks turning red. She glanced up at Mike. He was staring down at her tank top. The look in his eyes sent an erotic shiver racing down her spine. Her sensitive pussy twitched and a stream of juice gushed out and soaked the crotch of her panties.

  Mike smiled, a soft, sexy smile and said in a husky murmur. "Sorry about that. When they're ready to get it on they don't care who's watching."

  "Ióoh." she stammered. "That's okay. I meanó"

  His smile widened. "Why don't you take off those greasy clothes? I'll have Harvey find you something clean to wear."

  "Ióoh dear. I meanó"

  Fay glanced over at Bertha. Tiny had pulled his swollen pecker out of her mouth and w-as waiting to stuff it in her cunt. She pulled her legs back against her tits. He leaned over her, pressed the tip against her wet opening, and rammed it deep inside her hole.

  Fay licked her lips. That looked so damn good! She'd never watched a couple fuck before. Not live, anyway. She hadn't realized what a turn-on it could be. She gazed back up at Mike. He was so sexy. She'd never fucked a guy with a beard and mustache. What would it feel like, she wondered, to have him eat her pussy?

  She felt her cunt twitch again, and felt her juices flow. It would probably tickle. It would probably feel really sensual. And she couldn't think of one good reason why she shouldn't give it a try. />
  She returned his smile with a sexy one of her own. "Okay. But you'll have to help me out of these pants. I can't stand up, remember?"

  He knelt down in front of her and unfastened her jeans.

  "Go ahead," she breathed. "Pull them off." He slowly peeled them down off her legs and tossed them aside, then did the same with her bikini panties. She lay back on the rug and spread her thighs. She watched, dreamy eyed, as he stripped off his Levis and shorts. He had a beautiful big cock. Already half hard, it was waving in front of his hairy thighs like a flag. Giggling softly, she beckoned for him to bring it down where she could see it better.