Martin was enjoying his assault on the limp, unawake body. He moved his hands down to her hips and worked at the elastic waistband of the undies. It took a little maneuvering, but he managed to slide them off the delicious asscheeks and down to the ankles. A renewed wave of inviting heat beckoned from her now bare, white backside.
He lifted the nightie up and off one arm, then across her head of short brown hair, then off the other arm, now she was nude, nude and still asleep. He slid back into the warm tuck of her ass with his hot shaft and scooped each handful of breast into his pinching fingers. She seemed aware of her nakedness and of the fact that a man was next to her, because she bent her legs up and gave the meat of her ass a welcoming thrust back.
"Mmmmmmmm?" she questioningly moaned.
Martin's broad cockhead glided up and down the exciting crevice with more and more speed, he was getting very excited. It dawned on him why he was enjoying this so much… It was because she was asleep and not aware of who was really doing this to her. It could be any man any man at all in bed with her, rubbing his dock in her ass, feeling her tits, turning her on like this. And that man now had her in a position from which he could do anything even take her in the asshole. Martin silently laughed, that would wake her up, a stiff prong up the ass would open those eyes real fast.
But he knew what would happen once she was awake. He'd have a hell of a fight on his hands, she'd scream like he was using a knife inside her. During all the years of their marriage the one thing Beth never allowed was that-anal intercourse; she always refused to take the pecker in the asshole.
As his hands traveled down the tingling flesh of her torso to brush at the full mound of light brown hair in her crotch, Beth woke up. She opened one eye, blinked, realized what was going on, and frowned. She wasn't unhappy be= cause of what he was doing, no, it felt good to wake up with an eagerly burning cunt. What Beth didn't like was the predictability of it all. Martin was leaving today and Beth knew he'd never go away without performing what he considered his husbandly duty.
She closed her eye and decided to let him work at arousing her for a real long time. this was a chance in a million to make him really try. His big cock was lodged deep in the comfortable squeeze of her ass, the hands were now wedging between her thighs, digging into the gently sloped flesh to find and feel her wet lipped opening. Beth waited.
Martin moved one hand over her leg and reached up to her hot crotch from the rear. He met his other hand and the fingers groped into the slickness of Beth's waiting pussy. The loose, slippery skins parted easily and he deftly searched out her clitoris and put pressure against it. He rolled the firm knob back and forth while giving his shaft long, slow rides between her asscheeks. He wondered why she wasn't awake by now, after all, a finger in the snatch should do it.
Beth took a deep breath of air. She had to go to the bathroom, but knew the impulse would fade if he aroused her enough. His fingers were inside her, twisting, touching, playing with her clitoris and causing the pussy to flow with abundant wetness… but it just wasn't enough. Something was missing.
Martin couldn't wait, he reminded himself that he was in a hurry and slid his hips back. The meaty head of his hard pecker dipped down and caught between her legs. He used his hand to guide the stick into the slickness of her crotch, to wedge it up tight against the juicy cunt lips and rub back and forth.
Beth let her legs part enough to allow him comfortable entry. He was going to fuck it into her before she was ready; he might as well have said, "Come on, open up, I'm in a hurry to get the hell out of here! Let's get this obligation over with!"
As his flared cockhead pushed into the firmness of her opened lips, Beth said, "Good morning."
"Hi, honey," Martin cooed.
His greeting was too loving, too mushy, too insincere. Beth said nothing else and just arched her back. The head of the cock moved inside her cooking hole with a single lurch. Martin smiled grabbed her by the hips and pushed. The eager cock dug into the moist heat; it cruised between juicy walls until it was totally imbedded inside her.
"Thought I'd surprise you this morning," he whispered.
Surprise? I'd have bet a thousand dollars you'd do this, she told herself. You'd never feel right leaving your wife and children for a few days without putting in a dutiful fuck and telling Jane and Timothy to mind their mother she thought.
Martin gave his cock a fast deep plunge, then pulled back. The soft meat of her rump pressed against his lurching thighs each time he thrust into her. Beth forgot about going to the bathroom and gave her hips a slight twist against the pleasant-feeling stick. It was a good-sized cock, deep, hard, hot; the only reason it didn't have her going berserk was because of the predictability.
The thick moisture of her insides was leaking down to coat the pumping rod and make it glisten with grease. Martin felt the easy slide in and out the way her snatch lips kissed at his digging root, the way she worked her hips to have the head grate against one side, then the other. He reached up and circled his arms tight around her stomach and shoulders, her body pressed fully against his deep-driving torso.
Beth blinked. this was predictable too. It was his way of letting her know he was close. Hug her up real tight like he would be lost without her, then pump his cock with great speed. Smash it into her like she was made of plastic and let it spit-the grand finale. And the walls of her cunt were expected to clap and yell "bravo!"… but the performance had just started.
The building pressure in Martin's pecker was intense, he knew he was close. His arms squeezed her tight, his hips jerked with increased speed. The pecker worked like it was being driven by a small motor, in and.out, driving deep, rasping into the tender skins of her awakening hole.
Beth could feel the distant tingle.of hope. The extreme chance of her own climax so buried beneath her knot of anger that it could never rise to the surface. The rod felt good, it was making her really burn inside, her snatch was cooking, hugging, sucking at the big stick with hope… senseless hope.
"Oh… yes," Beth sighed.
Martin smiled. She was coming around now. He drove himself to full depth and heard a soft groan; she liked it deep. Then his cock felt her pussy contract, she twisted against him. He resumed the rapid strokes of cock into her hungry pit. Beth arched her back to open everything to him, to drive her cunt. backwards at his cock and let it get all the way in.
"Oh… Martin," she sighed with as much feeling as she could pretend to have.
"You feel good, honey," he said. "Real good… "
She almost said something but swallowed it back. It was so close to her lips it frightened her. She almost asked, "Do I feel as good as Sherry?" But no, she couldn't ask that. She also didn't know why she couldn't, why she held her silence, why she put up with the knot of anger smothering her climax.
Martin looked down at the jutting curves of her ass, at the red cunt lips circling his swiftly plunging pecker, at the pink eye of her ass watching everything from a front row seat. Her juice was frothed and glistened like honey on his pumping organ as it dug deep and slowly withdrew. He remembered the time and was glad she was coming around. A few more strokes and she'd be jerking that hot ass like a crazy kid, groaning, humping…
Beth felt the need to go to the bathroom again. She inhaled, then let out a low, guttural moan like a hungry lioness. Then her ass slammed back and she gave her torso a wide twist on the pivot of his imbedded axle. Martin pounded deep and fast, he was letting it go. Beth heaved hard onto him.