While his cock filled her pussy with mind blowing heat, Billy reached up and around the young wife and seized her firm tits in both hands. He squeezed her tits hard, sinking his fingers into her hot flesh, and making her beg for mercy. Her tit mounds flattened in his grip, but her nipples bulged out and turned fiery red.
"Aagh!" Mia cried, shaking her head deliriously. "I can't take much more! My pussy is about ready to blow! Oh, fuuuuck!"
Holding her tit firmly in both hands, Billy continued to hump the tall slim blonde. He humped her hard, his thrusts rocking her body back and forth, so that the table creaked steadily. Mia loved the kid's strokes and began to return them.
With his breath hot and heavy against her back and with his muscles strained to their limits, Mia began pumping her pussy back onto Billy's prick. She thrust her pussy back again and again, meeting his every thrust. Pussy walls and cockhead collided wetly and hotly. Pussylips and hairy balls slapped together loudly and lewdly. Both Mia and Billy whimpered and groaned and gasped aloud as they nailed each other repeatedly. Then, trembling violently, they both came.
Mia, overcome by orgasmic spasms, sprayed the kid's prick with her steaming fuck juices. She soaked his spurting prick thoroughly, as well as her own inner thighs. And as she came, she rolled her eyes wildly and babbled like a child.
Billy painted the inside of her pussy with his creamy-white jizz. He shot his load into her and filled her fuck-hole until it overflowed. He burned her tender fuck-meat so much that she screamed loudly and began pumping her sopping pussy in an effort to ease the burning sensation.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, licking her lips happily. "Oh, Billy, you son-of-a-bitch! You made me come, you little bastard! I never dreamed it would be this good! Oh, shit!"
"Me neither," said Billy, still holding on to her swollen tits. "Fucking you is so much better than fucking the young girls in my school. Your pussy is much hatter and much nicer."
Mia only smiled she continued to pump her cunt around the boy's wet, shrinking prick, milking the hot fucker thoroughly. Hot shivers repeatedly raced up her spine, while creamy cum oozed down the backs of her thighs. She felt very naughty, but completely satisfied. Hell, she never felt better.
She had already decided that she wasn't going to tell Bob that she knew about him and Sally. She wasn't going to say anything about it. But she wasn't going to go on as before, either. She was going to have some fun herself from here on.
CHAPTER THREE
"You wanna fuck?" Bob asked as he rolled over in bed and placed his hand on his wife's hip.
"Not tonight," she answered. "Too tired." She quickly brushed his hand away, then made herself comfortable again, keeping her back to him.
"You never said no to me before, why now?"
"I told you, I'm tired. Now let me sleep."
"But you barely spoke to me at all during supper, and you didn't come into the living room to watch TV with me as you usually do. What's the matter, aren't you feeling well?"
"I feel fine, only tired."
"Well, you're not behaving as if you're fine. You're behaving strangely. And I can't believe it's because you're tired."
"Believe what you want," Mia said. "I just don't feel like fucking tonight, and that's all there is to it." She fluffed up her pillow then buried her face in it.
"Oh, come an, baby, you're just teasing me, right?" He reached around her and grabbed hold of her right tit, squeezing it hard. "Tell me you love it, tell me." He laughed as he spoke.
"I hate that shit!" she shouted, knocking his hand away. "Now leave me alone. I don't want to fuck." She slid over to the edge of their bed, putting distance between them. "You almost ripped my nightie, you bastard. If you can't take no for an answer, I'm buying my own bed."
"Shit, Mia, you've gone crazy. I think I will leave you alone. I don't need this shit. Good night."
"Good night."
Mia didn't feel at all guilty about refusing her husband's advances. Hell, he didn't deserve any of her pussy. Not even a quickie. Not even a handjob.
She had no idea how long she was going to keep this up, but she reckoned it would be quite a while before she spread her legs for her husband again. In fact, he may never see her pussy again.
She waited until she could hear her husband snoring; then, she allowed herself to fall asleep. When she awoke the next morning, Bob had already left for the office, which was just fine with her.
Mia crawled out of bed, stripped off her nightie and panties, and walked sleepily into the shower. When she came out again, she was wide awake and ready to face the new day, her mind bubbling with all sorts of naughty ideas. She shivered hard just thinking about some of them.
Her tits jutted out proudly as she stood before her open closet, searching far something to wear. After fingering several garments, it suddenly dawned upon her that the majority of her clothes had been handpicked by Bob and were very plain, very conservative. They did little to show off her shapely curves, and nothing at all to make other men interested in her. In them, she would just blend into the crowd, be just another boring housewife, a Plain Jane no other men would want.
It was probably her devotion to Bob that her from noticing her clothes' plainness beta. She had been too eager to please him and had blindly accepted the clothes, telling herself that they were all right. Well, they weren't all right, not then and not now, and she wasn't going to wear them anymore.
She gathered then in her arms and carried them out of her closet, then dumped them in a pile in a corner of the room, where they would be thrown out with the rest of the trash.
"Now," she said, rubbing her naked asscheeks, "I've got plenty of room for some new clothes. And there just happens to be a sale over at the shopping mall." Then, looking about the room, she said, "Now let me see, where did Bob leave his credit card?"
The mall was alive with scantily dressed, hustling, bustling people carrying bulky packages and overflowing bags and crying babies who had too much excitement and heat. The sweet odors of baked goods and chocolate candies and exotic perfumes drifted through the air, along with the harsh sounds of ringing cash registers and screaming customers and happy children. Camaraderie was everywhere; you could almost taste it.
Mia, tall and slim and very pretty, walked briskly towards the shoe store. She wore a simple outfit she had purchased herself about a year ago: a white halter, a very brief white skirt, and a pair of white sandals. She wore no undies or stockings because she had decided that it was simply too hot for them. Her golden hair hung long and straight halfway down her back, while pink lipstick and a touch of mascara adorned her face. Her pink pocketbook hung from her right shoulder, while a golden bracelet glittered on her left wrist. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she walked, for she knew her husband would never have let her out of the house in this getup.
The shoe store was somewhat crowded, but Mia found a seat and waited patiently for a salesman. She didn't have long to wait. Within moments, two gorgeous hard-bodied hunks knelt at her feet and began taking foot measurements and showing her various shoe samples.
"These are our latest styles," said the blonde haired youth, holding up two different styles of pumps. "Would you like to try them on?" He couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her thighs.
"I'd love to," she said, with a smile. Then she turned to the dark-haired youth. "I'd also like to try on some high heels. Will you fetch me a couple of pairs?"
"Sure thing," he said, grinning sheepishly. He rose and left.
"Mmmmm, you have cold hands," Mia said when the blonde youth slipped a pump onto her right foot. "Cold hands on my legs give me gooseflesh… right up to here." She pushed back her skirt and pointed to a spot on her inner thigh, very close to her cunt. Then she spread her thighs wide and winked at the youth.