Sometimes Neal was annoyed when he wanted to fuck her and he found her cunt dry. But she couldn't help it if she didn't like fucking. That was the way she was and he ought to know it by now.
Her fingers kept moving in her cunt. Her legs were spread wide apart, her right leg extended and her left leg raised and moved to the side. She could feel the sun on her open cunt. She kept her eyes closed. She never liked looking at her pussy when she did it. She disliked seeing the juice glistening on her fingers.
Suddenly she thought maybe the blinds weren't draw enough and maybe someone could see her.
But she was too tired to get up now. She was too close. She rubbed her cunt faster, one finger on the shaft of her clit. She told herself Neal would die of shock if he ever saw her like this.
Then she was coming. Oh God, it's here, oh God yes!
She quivered and moaned as she made it. She kept rubbing her cunt, her fingers working frantically in her pussy to finish it off. Her legs opened and closed, and then at the end she groaned again and closed her legs on her hand and went limp.
After a few moments she tossed the blouse away and she walked naked to the bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. She stood there in front of the mirror and sighed as she looked at herself. Hello, Myrna, you're not so happy, are you? She gazed at her tits. Neal was crazy about her nipples because they were so long. He always said she had the most beautiful nipples he'd ever seen. She liked her tits, but she hated it when Neal got turned on. When he got turned on, he always wanted to fuck her and that was what she hated.
She stood there in the bathroom thinking about him, her eyes on her nipples, the two dark spikes sticking out from the ends of her tits and still stiff from the climax she'd had downstairs. She touched one nipple now, then pulled her finger away. No, don't start again, you stupid little girl.
She thought about Neal. How nice marriage would be without sex. Then she touched one of her tits again and pulled at the nipple with her fingers. Yes, her nipples were really long. She remembered a girl in high school who made fun of her because of her long nipples. The stupid little bitch. She never really liked anyone in high school.
I don't want it again, she thought. She didn't want it with her fingers and she didn't want it with Neal. Still feeling sorry for herself, she sat down on the toilet and started pissing. She pushed down on the top of her cunt mound as she pissed. It always felt good when she did that. Just a little massage of her cuntbush couldn't be so terrible.
Then the piss was finished and she stopped. She wiped her pussy and flushed the toilet, and then she walked out of the bathroom wondering when Neal would get home and what kind of mood he'd be in.
What Neal was in the mood for that evening was fucking. As soon as the evening news was finished, he had her on the sofa.
"You won't admit you like it," he said. "What a crazy bitch you are."
But she hated it. And at that moment she hated him too. She felt as though he was crushing her. He had her on her back, his chest pressing against the underside of her right thigh and the back of her knee. He had the knee pressed back all the way, almost touching her chin.
He pounded her cunt, driving his cock in and out. She didn't want to look at his face. She kept her head turned to the side so she wouldn't see his face as he fucked her. She hated looking at him when he fucked her.
His balls kept slapping against her asscrack as his cock rammed in and out of her cunt. She saw it once. He made her look at it in a mirror. He forced her to look at his cock as he fucked it in and out of her cunt. He said she had to look at it because she had to learn about sex.
Thank God that was all passed. These days he just fucked her when he felt like it without trying to teach her anything. He gave up teaching her a long time ago.
His cock felt so huge in her cunt now. She prayed he would come soon and be finished with her. He was such an animal when he was like this. She thought of old man Perkins and how he'd sucked her pussy that afternoon. At least with the old bastard she had him on his knees. What did she have with her husband except him pounding at her like she was a rag doll.
Neal suddenly pulled out of her cunt, his cock pink and throbbing as it dangled over her belly. "Let's go to the bedroom. I'm breaking my back here."
"Well, then maybe you ought to stop."
Now he sounded angry. "In the bedroom, Myrna!"
So she went to the bedroom with him. When they arrived there, he stretched out on the bed and he told her to get on top of him. He wanted her to ride him. He said she could do the work.
She was naked now, her tits jiggling as she moved. All right, she would do it. She climbed over him, straddled his hips and stuffed his cock inside her cunt. She hated this position because his cock went so deep if he had a strong hard-on.
She started moving on him. He fondled her ass and told her she was doing fine. "You know how to fuck when you want to."
She knew why he liked this position. It was because of the mirror on the closet door in front of the bed. If he looked over her shoulder, he could see her ass moving up and down. He could probably see everything she had, her ass and cunt, her cunthole sliding up and down on his cock.
She felt the wetness. She was dripping cuntjuice on his cock and balls. She hated him for making her do this with the lights on. They're all the same, she thought. Old man Perkins got his rocks off sucking her pussy and her husband got his rocks off fucking it. All they wanted from her was that hole she had down there, that dark hairy hole between her legs. The rotten bastards.
Then she told herself maybe Neal wasn't that bad. She did love him when he wasn't fucking her. When he treated her like this, she hated him.
Well, at least she had her shoes off. Sometimes he made her parade around the house wearing nothing but a pair of high heels. He said he was crazy about her legs. Like old Perkins. She couldn't blame them. She did have good legs.
Neal's prick was so long and hard, it kept pushing at her insides each time she came down on it.
Now he sot one of her tits in his mouth and his teeth closed around her nipple and pulled on it. She heard him making noises in his throat. She wanted him to finish with her. Tomorrow morning he was leaving on a business trip and she'd be rid of him for a few weeks. She wished she could be rid of him now. She hated the way he squeezed and pinched her ass when he fucked her. Sometimes he talked about fucking her ass, but she would never allow it. Not that. She'd never take a cock in there. She even hated it in her mouth.
Now he squeezed her ass again, humping up at her. He was close. He was about to come. She could tell he was about to blast off and she was grateful for it.
Go on, make it, she thought.
God, how she hated it.
Then he was grunting and groaning and a moment later she felt his jism oozing out of the mouth of her cunthole as he shot off.
She kept bouncing her ass up and down as long as he wanted her to, and then she fell away to the side and she buried her head in a pillow.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day was Saturday and in the morning when Myrna got up Neal had already left on his business trip. She spent a lazy morning drinking coffee and fussing with some clothes, and then in the afternoon she decided to go shopping.
She had two hours in the department stores before she became weary of it and decided to return home. After coming off the speedway, she zoomed into one of the boulevards and then ten seconds later she saw the flashing lights behind her.
Oh shit, she thought. The one thing she didn't need was a speeding ticket.