"What's the matter?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he answered. "That is, I feel kind of funny."
She stretched and she was showing more of her creamy titty-flesh. He let his mouth drop open.
"You've seen my tits before," she said. "You've seen them bare. Why do you keep trying to look down the front of my gown?"
"My God," Bill said softly. "It's like you're a completely different person. Everything about you seems changed. It's like I never knew you at all. You talk different. You walk different. There's a new look in your eyes. I don't understand."
"Did you expect me to stay the same?"
"I don't know what I expected," Bill said. "I just know that I didn't expect you to look like this."
"Do you like the way I look?" Lynn asked.
"Yeah," he answered. "Yes, I guess so!"
"You guess so?" Lynn asked. "How do I compare with the pretty little thing you're living with?"
"I don't want to talk about her," Bill answered.
"Why not?"
"I shouldn't talk about it," Bill said. "I shouldn't talk about living with her."
For some reason Lynn felt like every part of her body was tingling. She had tried to stay angry at her husband, but now she was feeling something else. Bill was a good looking man. She had married him because he was nice looking.
And Scott had been gone for three long days, and she had been without a man. Perhaps it was time to find out if she could make her husband feel the excitement she made other men feel. For some reason she felt challenged by him. He had a young thing living with him now, a young thing who had taken her place. Lynn had been traded in like an old pair of shoes. Well, she didn't feel like an old pair of shoes. She felt more alive than she had ever felt before in her life. She would damn well show Bill what he had been missing since he had left her alone.
Lynn stepped a little closer to him and she knew he was reeling from her expensive perfume. He wanted her. She could see that in his eyes. It was like they were strangers meeting for the first time. He needed her as badly as he needed his young thing.
"How long do you have before you have to leave?" Lynn asked Bill.
"I should be getting back," Bill answered. "I had a dinner date this evening."
She could tell he didn't want to leave. He had put his suitcase down and he was looking nervously at the single bed in the guest room. She let her eyes go down his lean body and stop at his crotch. Damn, but he was a good looking man and he was interested. She could see the big bulge at his crotch.
"Isn't there any way I can convince you to stay for a little while?" Lynn asked.
It was the most natural thing in the world to move closer to him. Her big round tits poked at him. She could see his muscles tense and the beads of sweat on his forehead.
"You didn't want to leave so soon," she whispered.
She went into his arms and kissed his lips. She kissed him body, with her mouth open and her wet tongue probing. She had tasted his mouth before but it was somehow different this time. It was almost forbidden. She felt the tension draining out of his body and his arms slipped around her waist.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Bill asked. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she answered. His hands stroked her back and then slowly slipped down to cup the rounded cheeks of her ass. She felt his strong hand gripping her asscheeks and pulling her tighter against him. His prick was jumping against her in his excitement. It made her gasp.
"Baby," he moaned. "Baby, you've never been like this before. It's like you're a different woman."
She wondered what he would think if he knew that she was a different woman. A woman who had changed from a sweet housewife to a fucking bitch. She was the closest thing to a nympho that a woman could get. At that moment she could feel the gnawing hunger between her legs that would slowly grow into a fire. She wanted his big meaty dick to fill her hole.
She pushed him away and let the robe slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor.
"Damn," Bill said. "I don't understand it at all. It's like I'm seeing you for the first time."
"And how do I compare with that sweet young thing you've been living with?" Lynn asked.
He didn't have to answer. She could see the answer in his eyes. She laughed happily and moved into his arms again. Immediately he was gripping her round ass and puffing her pussy against his rock-hard dick.
"Oh shit," Bill groaned. "I haven't been this excited in a long time."
"Neither have I," Lynn said, anti she meant it.
She began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He didn't want to wait. He ripped the shirt down the front and dropped it off. He fumbled as he tried to undo his trousers.
"Mmmmm," Lynn said. "You're so impatient. Let me do that."
She took his hand away and she unbuckled his trousers. She put her hand down the front of his trousers and gripped his long hard dick. She felt it jump in her fingers.
"You really are hot," she said.
"I told you," he said. "I've never been so fucking hot. Never in my life."
She dropped to her knees before him. She pulled his trousers down his thick, hairy legs and leaned forward so that her tits brushed his thighs. She could feel the excitement growing in him. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her thick, silky hair.
"I want you to kiss it," he whispered. "Will you kiss my big hot cock?"
"Of course," she answered.
In another few seconds she had his trousers and shorts off and be was as naked as she was. She put her hands on his thighs and moved forward until her soft face touched his cock. His big hot prick was throbbing with desire and there were a few cum drops already costing the head of his prick.
"I never realized how beautiful your prick was," Lynn told him. She lifted it in her fingers and began licking the bloated tip of his prick like a ice-cream cone. He went crazy. His hands pulled at her head.
She wiggled closer to him and willingly opened her mouth ta suck his bloated knob between her lips. She had his knob just inside her warm, wet mouth and she began to suck. She also ran her tongue around the meaty crown.
"Oh Jesus," her husband groaned. "Jesus, that feels so fucking good. You're killing me! You're going to make me fucking come! Jesus, you're killing me!"
Lynn knew what kind of staying power her husband had. She didn't want to take him all the way. She was sure he would only be good for one time and she didn't want to waste his boner. She wanted to feel his hot meat stabbing the hungry insides of her pussy! She wanted to feel his cum pumping into her cunt.
"Oh, don't stop," he protested. "Oh please don't fucking stop! It feels good!"
But she was already pulling her head back. She pinned her lips against his thick cockhead feeling the pulsating excitement and tasting the thick salty cum.
"Oh, shit, that's nice," he moaned.
She moved her head around so that her silky hair was brushing against his aroused flesh, but finally she could stand to wait no longer. Her pussy was hot and hungry and she wanted to get his big cock inside her. It was strange but she had never felt this excited when she had lived with him. Sex had been nice, but nothing earth shattering. But this time she felt wicked and trembling with hot pleasure, and she wanted his meat more than anything in the world.
She came slowly to her feet and pressed her lush body against his. He stroked her back and ass and jabbed a finger into her asshole. She shivered and leaned against him even more. She could feel her hard achy nipples brushing his chest. She rubbed them harder.
"Goddamn," he said. "Even your skin feels different. It's so fucking hot and soft!"
"I want to fuck," she whispered. "I want to fuck so bad! I need that big cock in my pussy!"