She supposed Bill was well-hung. According to everything she'd read, six inches was more than satisfactory. He had an attractive dick, too, springing from a neat patch of black curls, clean and pale and rosy-tipped. Everything about him was attractive-and dull.
"Grrrrrr!" Bill gave a mock growl as he embraced her again.
She allowed him to pull her tight against him, felt the long hard line of his prick against her tender belly. He really was horny tonight. She could feel warm sticky juice seeping from his swollen cock-head. Now if only she could get excited There was a way she could do that, a trick she'd devised. All she had to do was pretend that her beloved husband was someone else. Anyone else.
"Oh, baby," he sighed, "I've been wanting you all day."
Lynn had been horny all day, too, but not for him. As she walked from one unemployment agency to another, she'd seen men on the streets, sexy men of different ages, and she'd felt a wild rush of need.. It would be so simple, wouldn't it, just to go to a motel with a stranger and get laid? But, no. What if Bill found out? She didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to wreck her marriage.
"Touch me." Bill's voice was husky.
He really must be horny. It was unusual for him to bother with foreplay. To ask her to touch his cock was as far as he ever went, too. The height of daring for Bill was to play with her tits while she pumped his cock. Big deal.
Still she didn't hesitate. He was her husband, and she wanted to please him. She reached down and curled her fingers around his rigid hot prick. The skin was throbbing, silky. She enjoyed touching his cock, wished he'd ask for it more often.
Bill's hands closed hotly, possessively, around the big quivering globes of her tits.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
She was good at faking it with Bill. She'd had plenty of practice. She couldn't remember when their sex life had begun to bore her, but it had been a long time now. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she'd begun to pretend.
"Yes, lover," she sighed.
Her hand moved slowly, teasingly, up and down the soft-skinned pole of his cock. She felt his horny trembling as she caressed his prick. She moved her hand right up to the drooling tip of his dick and smeared her palm with his cream. That made her pumping more slick and rapid.
"Yeah," Bill sighed. "Yeah, that's nice."
He squeezed her big hot tits harder. He was getting very excited. He would fuck her soon. Time to go into her fantasy, to pretend that he was someone else, some exciting stranger. She wondered how he could get so hot to fuck her, when she herself was so bored Lynn was all wrong about Bill. He was just as bored with their sex life as she was. While she waited to go into her fantasy of fucking a stranger, Bill was already well launched into his.
He had a thing about young girls. For the past few years of their marriage, every time he fucked Lynn, he imagined she was a horny naughty little thing of eighteen, a tight-cunted little teenager just begging for his cock.
And on his "bowling night", when he and the boys went to the local cathouse, he always picked the youngest girl available. He'd never been unfaithful to Lynn except with whores, and he didn't intend to be-but that didn't keep him from wishing, fantasizing.
He loved his wife. He still considered her beautiful. It was just that they'd been together so long that their sex life had become routine and dull. Bill wished he could teach Lynn some of the tricks whores knew, but Lynn was his wife, a lady, and he felt it wasn't right for her to do those things.
He admitted to himself that he was an old-fashioned guy, a believer in the double standard. He thought it was natural for a man to get bored with his wife, and right for him to seek novelty with hookers. But it wouldn't be right for Lynn to cheat on him; and if she was bored with his fucking, there must be something wrong with her.
A lady, in Bill's opinion, liked sex-but not too much.
He was glad that Lynn still seemed perfectly content with their sex life. His act must be good; he could feel her turning on to him, growing hot and horny in his arms.
"Yes, darling, yes," Lynn murmured.
She was pumping her husband's cock faster and faster, pretending to be hotly aroused. She wantonly thrust her big swelling tits into his palms, rubbing them against him. She rubbed her hot little snatch against his thigh.
She wanted him to fuck her and get it over with.
Later, when Bill was asleep, she could go back to her fantasy, imagining herself fucking and sucking with that handsome boy in the movie. She shuddered with horny anticipation as she recalled how good it felt to rub and massage her own tender clit, to make herself come.
"Now?" Bill whispered.
He thought it was time. She was squirming in his arms, rubbing and pumping his cock like crazy, really turned on.
"Yessss," Lynn said breathlessly. "Oh, yes.
She was amazed that he'd waited this long. Usually he just jumped on her, jammed his cock in her cunt, got his rocks off, and rolled over to snore. He must be particularly horny tonight.
Lynn rolled over onto her back. Always the "missionary" position! Apparently Bill didn't know any other way to fuck. She parted her long shapely legs, gave him a sexy smile, waited. The whole thing would be over in a minute-thank God.
Bill returned her lewd grin, slipped between her thighs, seized his rigid drooling prick. He aimed the bloated cock-head at the dark indentation of her cunt-mouth, fitted the sensitive knob into that moist hot hole.
"Ummmmm, hurry," she murmured.
Bill looked down at her, his beautiful brunette wife. And she was beautiful, with her full heaving tits, heavily lashed eyes, and sensuous red mouth. Only he'd been fucking her for fifteen years…
"Oh, Bill, YES!"
He pushed his cock into her, and she arched her lush body up to meet him, taking his long rigid cock deep into her molten-hot cunt. He lay down on the heaving cushion of her tits, slipped his hands under her tight bouncing butt, and began to fuck her.
It was nice. He pretended she was fifteen, nubile, horny as hell. "Bitch," he murmured, "hot little bitch."
Lynn didn't hear him. She was welt into her own fantasy, pretending that Bill was a mysterious foreigner, a man she'd picked up on the streets, led to a motel… She fucked him wantonly, jerking her soaked pussy around the stiff impalement of his prick, digging her nails into his shoulders, moaning…
"Do it to me, do it to meeee!" she whined.
Bill didn't hear her, either. He was lost in his fantasy of the cock-hungry teenage girl, fucking the little bitch for all he was worth. He stabbed his stiff meat into her hole mercilessly, hard and fast, knowing she liked getting screwed that way..
Bill and Lynn West, husband and wife, fucked each other savagely, their bodies locked together tightly, intimately-their minds a thousand miles apart.,
"Oh, God, yesss!"
Lynn's excitement mounted. She thought she might actually come. Bill usually didn't last this long, and it was giving her time to build her fantasy, to get really hot. She was enjoying the brutal quick jabs of his thick meat, slamming her pussy up to meet each rough fuck-thrust…
"Uhhhh!" Bill gasped.
Lynn sank back in keen disappointment as she felt his jism squirting into her cunt. She hadn't had time to come. There'd been a time, early in their marriage, when she'd climaxed as quickly as he did.
But that was when she still got hot for him "Whew," Bill laughed, "that was all right!"
For you, thought Lynn wearily, but not for me.
Well, no matter. She had more exciting things to look forward to. She waited patiently while Bill put on his pajamas, kissed her on the cheek, and rolled over with his back to her. He switched off the bedside lamp, and in a few minutes he was snoring softly.
Lynn moved well over to the other side of the bed and slid her hand slowly down her long silky body. Swiftly she drifted back into her fantasy. That dark-eyed Italian boy in the movie was in bed with her, naked, his muscles taut and gleaming. She could imagine his firm young cock, jutting up saucily from his belly, a thick meaty pole meant for her, her alone…