Surprisingly, his cock began to feel pleasantly warm inside her mouth, and when it struck hard toward the back of her throat, she started to groan with pleasure. There was still a chance that she would feel him like this! Inside her inflamed pussy!
Perhaps if she could satisfy his more unusual sexual desires, he would want to make love to her more often, she thought, the glimmer of hope spreading still more desire through her young neglected loins.
She could hear the young politician's voice coming from what seemed like a great distance, egging her on with urgent requests that she continue. Frantically, caught up in the rhythm of his lilting lust, she began to twist her hips upward, hoping to attain some satisfaction in the area of her abandoned pussy, but there was nothing to rub against.
She began to rub her sleek thighs together compulsively, squeezing the swollen tissues of her drenched pussy together while her wide-spread mouth continued to receive the brunt of her husband's fucking cock.
She wanted to scream out to him, to beg him to take her then and there, to tell him she had to cum or she would die! One long hard thrust of his magnificently rock-hard cock would do it… just one, and she would be there!
Her entire body begged for relief as her back arched high from the mat, her firm full breasts nudging upward against Tim's obscenely gyrating buttocks while his engorged cock expanded a little more each time it entered her mouth, stretching and pulling against its own taut skin.
Tim was getting more and more excited, especially since it seemed to him that his lady-like young wife was really enjoying sucking him off!
And what was more she was good at it! Those soft full lips of hers created a buffering cushion each time he advanced and withdrew into the moist depths of her mouth, and there seemed to be just the right amount of space inside there for his pistoning cock, unlike many women he had known who just didn't seem to have any place for him to put his cock once he got beyond their teeth!
"Suck it…suck it Sylvie!" he cried, beginning to pant heavily, as the hardness of his tingling cock thudded against the back of his blonde wife's mouth.
He could feel her tongue flattened on the under side of it, and from time to time her teeth would lightly scrape the tightness of the shaft.
He held onto her head as he bucked steadily forward, digging his fingers through her long thick hair. Then he allowed his tormented penis to pull completely out of his wife's strained mouth, only to plunge back in again to the hilt, his balls swinging lewdly against the underside of her chin. He thought about fucking in her mouth like this in the White House, maybe right on the floor of his office one night after everyone had gone; and the thought made him know that he was going to cream into her mouth any second.
The large firm mounds of Sylvie's jiggling breasts felt good poking upward against his buttocks and the whole thing just felt too good to stop. Every sinew of his body was tense and he felt his thighs trembling from the strain of kneeling like that for such a long time.
Perspiration from his head and chest flowed down onto Sylvie's besieged face and the tendons in Tim's neck stood out tautly. The wet sounds of his sluicing cock at the depths of her mouth combined with both of their grunts and filled the sanctuary of their bedroom.
"Oh Christ!" he grunted. It was starting It was coming faster than he had thought, wrenching mindless, building pleasure from a sacred spot hidden somewhere inside his loins. His swinging testicles lurched, releasing their speeding sperm in a crazy zig-zagging journey through his jerking, pumping cock. He started fucking harder into her mouth, unmindful of the gagging sounds that Sylvie was making. He could only listen to his own inner turmoil, the convulsive climax that took hold of him, spinning him around and making him cry out with its acute bombshell of sensation "Aaaaa… Aaaaaaaarrrrnnnghh!" His hands tangled in Sylvie's long blonde hair as he cupped them underneath her head bringing her mouth forward to meet the stream of his semen. He held her pinned against his exploding cock, feeling his jism striking against the roof of her mouth filling it and strangling the gurgling sounds of distress that were coming from her throat. "Nnnnnnnnghhhhhnmphf!" As the last dregs of the startlingly acute pleasure waned and his rapidly deflating penis began to slide from Sylvie's slack mouth, Tim rested his haunches wearily upon her chest for a moment.
"Aaaahhhh… no Tim, please, you're hurting me!" Sylvie cried, at last free to speak.
Tim was smiling benignly as he lifted himself from his wife's sweat glistening nakedness. He rolled happily to the side of her and then clambered up. He stood a second, beaming down at her, his naked genitals all out of proportion to her eyes as she looked up at him.
"That was great, really GREAT, Sylvie!" he exclaimed. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow night…" He turned and headed toward the shower again, already thinking about the next day's work. He would have to be up at the office in Grandville by about 7 in order to take care of the many things awaiting him there, and then he was expected at his mother's for lunch. A fund dinner was being given for him in town that evening and at $100 a plate he hoped that his brother Ron had already worked up a doozey of a speech.
The hot shower pelted down on his deeply tanned skin spreading a sense of warmth and well being to the very marrow of his bones.
"AH! It is so good to be alive!" he thought.
Sylvie lay stunned on her husbands exercise mat for a few moments, tasting the salty bitterness of his semen on her tongue and in her throat. And then she slowly got up, dazed and bedraggled she moved slowly toward her private bathroom and dressing room. She could still feel the maddening tingling in her loins that signaled her complete frustration and her mouth and jaws felt sore and worn. Suddenly hatred for the man she had married filled her every pore, as trembling with rage and sorrow, she stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water jets full blast. She knew better than to count on Tim's promise of reciprocation the following night. Bitterly, she realized that such words of hope from her politician husband were like so many campaign promises.
"A lot of hot air!"
Chapter 4
Arlene was dressed in a crisp cotton dress that she considered perfect for the early morning, and even though it was still cool, she felt quite warm as she busied herself about the large house. She had already spoken to the housekeeper, Margaret, and established the fact that she and not Sylvie, would henceforth be giving the orders. The older woman seemed to be relieved and Arlene was pleased to note that several of her suggestions had already been carried out.
The dining room was filled with flowers from the garden, as were the other rooms of the big house. It had seemed a little solemn before, and now there was a cheery sunny atmosphere throughout all the rooms that made a noticeable difference.
When Tim Cassidy came down for breakfast at 6:15 A.M. the dining room had already received Arlene's "touch", and he drank his black coffee and ate his specially flown in French croissants while reading the early morning editions of 6 newspapers. The croissants were a luxury that Tim hoped to keep secret from any prying newspaper columnists, since he knew that the general public would consider such an expense as having the delicious crisp pastries flown over daily from Paris an outrageous waste of money. But, Tim often said, "It is my money and I'll do what I want with it, even if I have to do it secretly!"
Arlene was surprised that Sylvie was still in bed as Tim sped away for town driving his own Buick sportswagon. She waved goodbye to the handsome young politician, thinking that if she were his wife, she would be up every morning, no matter how early, to see her husband off!