Bonnie hung to him tightly even after she'd put her feet on the bottom of the tub, her face pressed against his chest as her breathing slowly returned to normal. It suddenly occurred to her that she should feel cheap for what she'd spent ha afternoon doing with George, and she realized that she probably would eventually when she looked back on it. But, for the moment, she was too busy feeling satisfied sexually to worry about it too much.
CHAPTER SIX
When Norman got home from work at seven o'clock, Bonnie was right there waiting for him. Without bothering to serve dinner first, she stepped out of the bedroom stark naked as he came through the front door and said to him, "Norman, if you expect to eat tonight, you're going to have to give me a little attention first. I've had it with your attitude, I really have. I can't go on like this another day."
That her approach lacked the elements of a true seduction mattered little to her. Simply put, she was tired of playing guessing games with her bone-weary husband about whether he'd be too exhausted to fuck her or not.
Norman simply stared at her. "Are you cracking tip or something? For Christ's sake, you know how much my job is tearing me down. This is the wont time of the year, and we're losing money besides. Damn it, Bonnie, have a heart!"
"You have a heart!" she snapped. "I hardly think it's too much to ask for a woman to want her husband's love and affection every now and then."
He looked away from Bonnie's accusing stare, and then be said quietly, "I think you're turning into a nymphomaniac. All I ever hear around here is 'Norman, fuck me' or 'Norman, shove your cock in me'. I mean, you're really becoming a Goddamn nymphomaniac."
"A nymphomaniac! Once a month in the sack with you makes me a nympho?! Norman, if you believe that, then you're the one who's cracking up."
He stared at her for a moment, his eyes telling her nothing, and then he shook his head sadly and said, "I'll get something to eat downtown. Don't bother waiting up me, I'll be working late as usual. See you later…"
And while Bonnie stood there naked, her frustration so great she could have screamed, her husband turned around and disappeared out the door. She stood without moving a muscle for a full five minutes, wanting to cry but refusing to let herself. Finally, she went to the phone and found her paperboy's phone number.
Getting past his mother with a story about not getting the paper she was supposed to, Bonnie managed to get Gary on the line. She felt silly, but she was angry enough with Norman and horny enough for the young paperboy to try almost anything.
"This is Bonnie Evans, Gary," she said shakily, feeling more foolish by the moment. "I'm sorry. I had to lie to your mother, but I really want to see you. My cunt's so wet, it's dripping down my legs."
"No problem at all, Mrs. Evans," he said for the benefit of his mother. "I'll be glad to bring you one of my extra papers. I'll be over in a few minutes with it."
"You're a real sweetheart," Bonnie giggled. "I'll be naked and waiting for you."
She hung up the phone with a tight little smile on her pretty face, determined that, from now on, she was going to get her sex from any source she could. And if Norman found out and didn't like it, she thought bitterly, he could just lump it.
Ten minutes later Gary knocked on her door, and she let him in. He tossed the paper he carried on a chair, his manner much more self-assured than it had been the first time he'd seen Mrs. Bonnie Evans naked. He was in jeans and a sweat shirt, his blond hair combed neatly, and he immediately gabbed Bonnie around the waist and hugged her.
"You certainly got rid of your shyness from last time in a hurry," the young housewife smiled warmly. She squeezed him as tightly as he was squeezing her, her bare tits in his face and her hairy snatch nabbing against his hip.
"We'll have to kind of hurry," he said. "My mother expects me back home pretty quick. Tomorrow's a school day."
"You'll just have to fuck me as fast as you can then, won't you?" she laughed, already unfastening the front of his jeans and reaching in for his hard little cock. "The faster the better," she added immodestly.
Gary shivered when Bonnie's cool fingers encircled his twitching prick, his rigid meat jerking under her hand. He took his shin off and his shoes off and his socks off, and then Bonnie helped him get his pants and underwear the rest of the way down. Still holding onto his throbbing cock, she led him over to the couch. Both of them sat down.
"If we had more time, I'd suck you off," she said in the sultriest of voices. She squeezed his prick until the head was swollen with blood and ready to burst. "God, you get so damn hard!"
"Well, what do you expect?" he laughed. "All I have to do is see your pussy and I get a hard-on."
Gary cupped her heavy tits with sweaty hands, his fingers toying with her nipples. He watched raptly as they hardened.
Bonnie snuggled closer to him, her hand on his cock starting to move up and down, and traced with just the moist tip of her tongue along his cheek and then into his ear. "Gary," she breathed hotly, "I want you to put your stiff little prick in my asshole tonight. I want you to fuck me in the ass."
He glanced at her with a startled expression. "Fuck you in the ass?" he asked uncertainly. "Won't that hurt you? I mean, your asshole is…"
"It won't hurt a bit," she interjected, kissing his cheek. "Anyway, you'll love it."
She'd been anxious to try anal sex again ever since Jerry Hershall had forced her to submit to it that afternoon, but the size of the cocks she'd came in contact with frightened her. That Gary – even though large for his young years – he had a prick that her tight little asshole could more easily accommodate, was incentive enough for her to try it with him.
He stood up, and Bonnie sprawled face down on the couch and spread her bare legs as wide as worn would permit. Her tits flattening against the cushion and her knees digging in, she reached around with her hands and spread the firm cheeks of her ass until her puckered asshole was stretched taut. The brown ring of flesh throbbed warmly and opened slightly to Gary's more than merely curious eyes.
"It sure is a small bolt to be sticking my dick in," he observed quietly, kneeling behind her and staring. His hard prick stood straight out in front of him, the veined shaft of it quivering with anticipation. "You're positive it won't hurt you?"
"I'll let you know if it hurts," she said hoarsely. "Come on, fuck the skit out of my ass."
From where he was kneeling, Gary could see the horny housewife's gaping snatch, the wet outer lips of it pouting open and slick with her already oozing lubrication. With his fingers he probed into her hot pink cunt, sliding them in and out and then rubbing the oily wetness all over Bonnie's palpitating asshole.
She trembled, raising her ass up so her ass-crack widened, and held herself open for him. The full backs of her thighs quaking, she said, "Let me fed your cock in my asshole, Gary. Ram it up me as hard as you can."
Gary, satisfied that her tight asshole was now slippery enough, took his cock in his hand and guided it between the damp checks of her ass. When the fleshy tip of his prick was pressed against her twitching anal perforation, he pushed forward and managed to neatly slip the entire head of his throbbing meat into her ass.
"You're doing fine," Bonnie gasped, the feel of his cock starting to work up into her gripping asshole making her breath quicken. "Just shove your cock all the way in…"
With an almost brutal thrust, Gary crammed his prick the rest of the way up Bonnie's hot rectum, the thickness of his meat forcing her asshole open until it was stretched wide. He buried himself fully in her, his groin pressed to her rubbery ass-cheeks and his balls hanging down against the underside of her hairy cunt.