Karen grimly rolled down his bathing suit and got it off. His cock was utterly limp, pale and dangling soft. Still it was the only cock she knew, the only one she’d ever seen or touched, and just the sight of it made her pussy swell up hot and aching with need. Moaning softly, Karen slipped her hand under her husband’s flaccid prick and raised it gently to her lips.
She stuck out her gleaming wet pink tongue and began to lick Phil’s doughy pale dick. It was a handsome cock, milky-white with delicate blue veins and a dull-rose head, springing from a crisp neat bush of brown tight curls. His balls were attractive, too, bright rosy bags of flesh that quivered delicately as she worked. She licked hungrily, wetly, up and down his soft warm prick.
“Karen,” he gasped, “you don’t have to.”
That was as far as he got. Karen grinned to herself. Either she’d totally blown his mind by licking his cock for the first time, or else he was digging it so much he couldn’t talk. At least she’d finally gotten his mind off business. Her powerful lust impelled her to do even more wicked things to him, and with a hungry moan she suddenly sucked his whole limp cock into her mouth.
“Karen,” he gasped. “My God…”
He swayed dizzily and put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. He gasped and panted as his wife sucked fast and loud on his cock. It must have come as quite a surprise to him, as she’d never done anything to his prick before except timidly pump it in her fist. Now she was mouthing it lewdly, sucking it like candy. Phil couldn’t help moaning with pleasure and excitement.
“Oh, my God,” he whined, “Karen, darling…”
Karen was just as excited as he was. She hadn’t been sure if she’d like sucking cock, but there was no doubt in her mind now. She loved it. It was terribly exciting having his warm silky meat on her tongue, and she enjoyed the sucking sensation. Then it got even more exciting as she felt him going hard in her mouth.
“Dear Jesus,” Phil gasped. “Karen, honey, stop…”
Of course he’d be shocked. Being Phil, he’d think it was terribly wicked of her to be doing such a thing. She didn’t care. She’d got the results she wanted—her husband’s cock going long and thick and rigid in her mouth. His prick started to dribble delicious tasty juice onto her tongue, and she moaned and sucked even harder. But Phil gasped and backed off, his erect cock popping from her mouth.
Karen stared hungrily at it. Six inches of thick pale cock, blue veins standing out rigidly, head swollen and purple—her hungry cunt creamed hot and hard at the sight of it. She got up and staggered backward to the bed, falling down on her back. She opened her legs wide, showing Phil her delicate pink moist slit.
“Darling, hurry,” she panted. “Make love to me!”
This time he didn’t look shocked. He hurried over to the bed and crawled between her legs. Karen wished he’d do more than just jump on her, but beggars can’t be choosers. At least she was going to get balled, and that was what she needed so urgently. Phil’s lean warm body pressed down on her, and she felt the hard knobby head of his cock poking around in her steamy crotch, seeking the mouth of her cunt.
“Yes, darling, yes,” she whimpered, “hurry…”
“Oh, God,” Phil gasped.
She felt the thick juicy head of his cock easing into her, and she whined with excitement. She kept her legs wide open for him, her cunt eagerly offered, and she felt the whole delicious length of his cock slowly penetrating her, sliding all the way to her womb. She creamed helplessly, hotly all around it.
“Ahhhhh, God, yes,” she cried.
Phil’s prick felt so fantastically good inside her, she couldn’t control her, frantic hip movements, couldn’t contain her shrill cries of pleasure, as he began to fuck her. Ordinarily she wanted more, wanted foreplay, which he never gave—but she’d gotten so aroused on deck, she was more than ready for this quick simple fucking.
“Jesus,” Phil gasped.
“Yes, yes, it is,” Karen moaned, “it’s wonderful, darling. I love it! Oh, God, Phil don’t ever stop!”
He fucked her hard and deep, just the way she wanted it, and he fucked her fast, in quick rough jabs that excited her powerfully. She clung to him, moaning with pleasure, lost to everything but the delicious thrusts of his cock in her cream-soaked twat. She could have balled all afternoon—but unfortunately her husband wasn’t up for it. He never was.
“Awwww,” Phil suddenly yelped—and came.
Karen felt the steamy blast of his jism against her womb, and she had to bite her lip to keep from sobbing with frustration. It was always like this. He never took the time to make her come. He sighed happily, rolled off her—and went to sleep instantly. Karen moaned softly with frustration as he began to snore. Oh, God, how badly she needed to come!
Well, there was only one thing to do, the thing she always did after she and Phil made love. As soon as he went to sleep, she brought herself off with her own hand. This time would be no different. She wasn’t wild about masturbating, but it was better than no orgasm at all.
Karen placed a finger on the hot little button of her clit and began to rub herself. After five years of marital frustration, she was an expert at it, and it never took her more than a minute to come. She just massaged her sensitive little nub briskly, and she was off and away.
The only problem was, she wanted to come with a man, not with her own finger. She thought of Harry Rosen, Roger Green, and Manuel, the three attractive me she’d be sailing with. She wondered if they left their women high and dry… And she wondered how long she could go on being married to Phil, much as she loved him, if he kept frustrating her in bed.
Her finger did its work, and as she came she had a helpless vision of Manuel crouched over her, working his stiff young prick inside her. The fantasy made her climax much more powerful—and made her realize how much she wanted Manuel in real life.
But she’d never dream of cheating on her beloved Phil… would she?
CHAPTER TWO
The miraculous Manuel managed not only to take the yacht out to sea but also to whip up a fine dinner of steak, potatoes and salad, not to mention keeping everybody’s drink fresh. Karen wasn’t sure just how he managed it, but she loved it. She wished that she and Phil could live like Harry Rosen, luxuriously, with not a care in the world.
Well, if Phil got the job, they’d be pretty well off—and so far Harry seemed to like Phil a lot. Karen just hoped things continued this way, with Harry patting Phil on the back, laughing at his jokes, and treating him like an old friend. She and Phil only had to be pleasant company for the next three days, and their future would be assured.
Yet somehow that thought didn’t make Karen excited or content. It would be great not to have any, money worries, of course, but it would be even greater if something could put life back into her marriage. She didn’t want to leave Phil, but she couldn’t bear to think of the years and years ahead without sexual satisfaction. She felt like she couldn’t even get through the sailing trip without some relief for her nagging lust.
After dinner everyone went to bed pretty early, the effect of the fresh salty air—but Karen tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Phil snored soundly beside her, and she envied him his exhaustion, but she knew she wouldn’t nod off for a long time, not when she was so horny. What she really needed, she frankly admitted to herself, was a good hard fuck. She certainly wasn’t going to get it from her husband, though. Phil considered it unnatural to do it more than once a day.
Well, then, if she wasn’t going to get balled by her husband, she wasn’t going to get balled by anybody. She didn’t propose to run around on Phil, to be an adulterous wife. It was true that just thinking about Manuel and his gorgeous hard tan body made her pussy go hot and creamy—but that was just fantasy. No way on earth was she going to cheat on her wonderful husband. She believed in her marriage vows.