R W Finch
The hottest wife
CHAPTER ONE
The alarm clock on the nightstand started ringing at seven o'clock, as usual, and Bonnie Evans reached over sleepily and turned it off. Norman, her husband of almost three years, hadn't even heard it, and he slept on, curled on his side under a mound of blankets with his back to Bonnie. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before moving to wake him for work.
That she'd awakened with a feverish itch – more of a tingling, actually – deep in her cunt, did not surprise her in the least. Her hairy cunt was dripping wet the crotch of her filmy blue panties already soaked with warm, oily moisture. She was as horny for the feel of a man's hard cock as she could ever remember being. To Norman, she knew, it would make no difference at all.
Norman had shied away from making love to her for over a month now, his excuse always that he was too tired or not in the mood. His eyes would always look away from her when she pressed him on it, and then – to her constant chagrin – he would quickly change the subject with a nervous laugh.
Bonnie could well understand at least part of the problem. Norman was being overworked at the tire store he managed in town, and he usually got home dead tired. Business was bad, and the worse it got, the harder he worked. Bonnie could hardly hold that against him, but for him to be too exhausted to even climb on top of her once in the last month was just too much for her to bear.
It wasn't as if she was ugly, because she was anything but that. At twenty-two, she was probably the best-looking woman in all of Carter, Illinois – at least, Norman had always told her that when they were first married. Her hair was long and lustrous, pitch black and silky, and it hung almost to her slender waist. Her deep-blue eyes only made her already pretty face seem even prettier. And her body – slim, but round and firm in the right places – got glances and whistles of approval wherever she went.
And so, every time Norman ignored her when she stood nude before him and offered herself, it crushed her with disappointment. Only two years alder than she was, he was hardly an old man, and it didn't seem fair to Bonnie that their sex life was already heading for the downhill slopes.
He was still lying there sound asleep, and she reached over and shook his shoulder gently.
"Time to get up, Norman," she said quietly.
"Hmmm? Oh… what time is it?"
"After seven," Bonnie said, sitting up.
When he still made no move to get up, she slid in under the blankets and pressed herself against his lean frames Norman settled back into the curve of her body, trying to stay comfortable, jet at the same time trying to rouse himself.
With her hand, Bonnie stroked across his chest and then slowly trailed down over his flat, hard stomach. He snuggled back into her even more, his back and ass tight against her warmth, and then Bonnie slid her hand under the front of his shorts.
Norman stiffened with surprise when Bonnie's fingers encircled his long cock, his breath catching in his throat.
Pulling at her husband's prick, Bonnie could think only of how much the feel of his meat in her hand excited her, could think only of somehow getting it stiff and then buried inside of her slippery snatch. Her hand trembled while she played with him, her fingers squeezing and then letting go, again and again as she tried to make his cock stand on its own.
Without saying a word, Norman just lay there. If the feel of Bonnie's warm hand on his prick was exciting him at all, he gave no indication of it. His prick throbbed every now and then, but it seemed to Bonnie it would take more than merely her hand to make it harden.
"Norman," she breathed hotly. "Would you like me to suck you? Would you like me to put your cock in my mouth? Hmmmm? My pussy's sopping wet, Norman. If your dick gets stiff, it'll slide right in… I want it, Norman, I want your cock in me."
She was ready to duck her head under the blankets, when he finally said, "I've got to get going, or I'll be late."
Bonnie, her hand still tight around his mostly indifferent cock, shook her head disgustedly and let him go. Nothing had changed.
Rolling over on her other side, she pulled the covers up around her face and buried her head in the pillow. A tear trickled from one eye, but she didn't even bother wiping it off. As far as Bonnie was concerned, Norman could go jack himself off.
It was sometime after noon before Bonnie woke up again. She tossed and turned for a while, not particularly anxious to get out of bed even though she was wide awake. Thoughts of Norman and of their disintegrating love life filled her mind, her need for a really good hump making her loins ache with a dull throb.
Finally, she pushed her panties down to her knees and – still under the covers – began squeezing and poking at her hot cunt with her fingers. Her entire body trembled as she took the swollen lips of her snatch in her fingers and spread them slowly apart. With a lone fingertip, she probed up into her tight cunt, working the finger in and out and trembling even more as she pushed her finger all the way into herself.
The fingers of her other hand busied themselves with her tingling pink clit, massaging it and squeezing the glistening flesh that surrounded its exquisite sensitivity.
Bonnie was soon breathing heavily, and her body was damp with sweat. She spread her knees as wide as she could, raising her bare ass up off the bed slightly and shoving her finger still deeper into her quivering cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she was licking at the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, her expression intense as she hurried herself to the climax she needed so badly.
Under the covers, her firm tits were rising and falling more quickly as her breathing got steadily more uneven. She could feel her large nipples hardening, the rubbery points of them poking against the sheet and throbbing with her mounting excitement.
Bonnie kept touching at her quivering clit with her fingertips, pulling at the fleshy pink nub and making it quiver all the more. She squeezed it and teased it and nudged it and tickled it, playing with her clit until she was groaning softly and shaking uncontrollably. The lush wetness of her cunt oozed out of her, seeping down between the warm cheeks of her ass and forming an ever-widening wet spot on the bed.
The whole area of her hairy crotch was alive with sensation, her pink snatch brimming with oily juices and her bare inner thighs trembling wildly.
She worked her finger deeper and deeper into the tight hole of her cunt, stabbing it into herself and moaning with the delicious sensations it sent coursing through her quaking loins. Her clit was pulsing feverishly, and she knew that any moment the searing blast of her orgasm would overwhelm her, and she would be gasping with pleasure.
She tried to spread her knees still wider, but found she was being binded by her panties. With her fingers still working furiously in her dripping snatch, she kicked her legs, her damp ass squirming as she tried to get her panties down. They slid down around her ankles finally, her wet pussy gaping open when she spread her legs until her knees were flat against the bed.
Bonnie worked two more fingers into her hot snatch just as the first tremors of her climax shook her, her mouth opening in a silent groan when the full impact of pleasure she knew so well slammed into her.
She tensed as waves of shuddering delight spasmed through her snatch, her ass raising higher off the bed and her thighs straining taut. Every muscle in her sweat-slickened body tightened, and she groaned and gasped until she was hoarse.
Finally, with a sharp little cry, she dropped back onto the bed, lying there gulping air and trying to catch her breath.
Around four o'clock there was a knock at the door. Bonnie still hadn't bothered getting dressed, and she pulled a short terry cloth robe on and went to answer it.