You deserve this, Owen, she thought, remembering the icy coldness with which he had treated her earlier… and the way he had stormed out of the house. You deserve to have another man fucking me… making me happy when you won't even bother to take the time or effort.
She lowered her eyes from Bob's face to his groin, seeing that his cock was straining to be released from its cloth prison. Breathing deeply, she reached out and touched it, feeling its searing heat penetrate through his pants and nearly burn the tender skin of her palm. She massaged it through his pants then, at first lightly, and then with increasing force as her own mounting passion began to spiral through her entire body. Bob opened his hands and began kneading the dough-like flesh of her sensuously shimmering globes, and her breathing become more ragged as she strained her back, pressing her breasts tighter against his hands, reveling in the contact.
The massaging of his cock through his pants let Bob know that everything was working properly now. He had to get as naked as she was. Jesus… there was no point in keeping his clothes on any longer.
He wrenched his body away from her and opened his shirt, slipping it from his chest in near-record time. Rita stared at his hard-plated chest, washed with a light brown shadow of hair. Owen had a football player's body, and she would have thought that no one could have had such a build. Then, as Bob pulled down his pants, the blonde's blue eyes opened wide with increasing excitement as she saw his fully expanded penis spring to life, its throbbing hardness glistening at the tip with tiny drops of clear seminal fluid.
Rita had only seen one cock in her life… her husband's… and she would have thought that they were all the same. She could see now that she was wrong. Bob's penis was huge… a long, thick, heavily veined shaft that was nearly purple with the heat of his passion. For a moment, Rita was certain that it would never fit in her cunt, and she stared at it as though it hypnotized her.
Bob moved up against her again, the searing tip of his hardened cock pressing into the soft, warm folds of her belly as she twisted her pelvis hard forward, driving him almost crazy now with the need to fuck up into her hot little pussy.
"Lie down, Rita," he said in a soothing, though commanding voice. "Lie down on the floor. I'm going to fuck you!"
With his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back, rolling over on top of her petite naked form already writhing beneath him. He reached down for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands, cupping and squeezing them. He pressed his hotly throbbing penis up into the narrow valley of the young blonde's churning loins, and he could feel the heat of her naked exposed pussy reaching up for the demandingly probing tip of his rigidity.
Rita's mind was awash with lust and passion now. The utter wantonness of her actions… fucking a man who was not her husband, made her all the more anxious, and she felt Bob probing with the bulbous tip of his cock for the narrow mouth of her wetly heated cunt, holding her grinding buttocks up off the floor with both his hands. She could feel her excitement increasing more and more, and then, finally, like a hot mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her pussy made its first maddening contact with his cock.
Slowly they began to fit their loins together, little by little deepening the penetration of his blood-engorged rod in the slippery wet sheath of her cunt.
"Oooooohhhhh… GOD! Ooooohhhhh…" Rita moaned up into his open mouth, knowing that she was going to get the fucking she had been denied for so long, her mind dizzy with passion as she felt the hard thick pressure struggling up into her eagerly waiting vagina. Bob's swollen cock felt much thicker than her husband's, and she felt as though her thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. This is what she had wanted right from her wedding night… and it was what she had been denied. His pulsating hardness pushed relentlessly forward up into the very depths of her belly, her inner walls clasping around the hardened cock like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein on its underside, and the broad lust-filled tip felt so good as it bumped against her cervix that she thought she would cry with tears of sheer joy.
The young blonde's handsome neighbor began a thrusting, rhythmical motion, gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis. At first, Bob had been pulling her up to meet him in quick jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself in her up to the hilt.
Rita couldn't believe that she was actually going through with this, but she was too aroused to think about it now. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she sensed that she would regret that she had surrendered to the insistent demands of her body, but any regret she might feel would have to come later. She was going to prove to Bob and herself that she was not frigid… that she could please a man… that what was wrong with her marriage was not her fault. Slowly, she began a gentle massaging motion with her moist, hot cunt around the thick hilt of Bob's impaling sword of flesh. He ground his pelvis into her squirming flaccid saddle as she strained up to meet him, arching her back so that she lifted both their bodies up off the floor. Her thighs trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing her thighs around her hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board in a way she had done with only one other man in her life. Gradually, her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man himself, a savage bleating that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in and out motion up between her quivering thighs.
Bob could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. Again and again he fucked into the warm steaming wetness of her hotly clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated balls slapping each time against her roundly working buttocks below.
The previously faithful young wife suddenly threw all caution to the winds, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations that her new lover's lust-peaking thrusting motions gave her orgasm-starved body. The broad-shouldered computer operator raised himself up on his hands now spread on the floor beside her shoulders, his brown eyes appreciatively watching the ecstatic uncontrolled lust on her face. Although his identity was slightly blurred to Rita by waves of insatiable desire clouding her eyes, somewhere inside, she was aware that this man stroking into her hot moist vagina was not her husband, and the clandestine knowledge of the situation made her become inexplicably more excited. The abandoned young wife's mouth hung slackly open to the side as she groaned out loud in her living room. Ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaped from between her lips with each smooth fuck of Bob's hard-pistoning penis, her golden blonde hair scattered about on the carpet as she wildly writhed beneath him.
Bob let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Rita's soft, swan-like neck, pausing to relish the gently heaving mounds of her wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries offered up for him to devour, and then he looked on down past her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below.