Duncan Fox
Deep throat wife
CHAPTER ONE
Her wet hair wrapped in a towel, her loose, light robe slithering over her naked skin, Karen Calder flopped down on the sofa and put her feet up on the coffee table. Idly, she watched the glittering play on the massive color television set the one nice thing in an otherwise drab living room. A gentle breeze came in through the open window, and stirred the hazy curtains. The beads of water dotting the side of Karen's neck began to dry. It was another perfect, lazy, boring California day.
As the deodorant commercial was replaced by a garish, slowly spinning wheel and the credits for the next show, Karen began kneading her wet, towel-covered hair with both hands. Raising her arms made her heavy boobs shift in her robe and she felt her tits harden from the delicate friction. As she began grumbling at her horniness, her naked thighs began squirming against each other, satin flesh against satin flesh.
Peter Sandier burst on stage, his dark eyes sparkling, careless curls of jet black hair trailing over his forehead, his white teeth flashing. Karen's pussy sweated hotly. Nervously, she licked her lips. She cursed herself as she wriggled erotically. It was stupid to get turned on over someone on the TV. But, in the close-up, the man's eyes looked straight at her! Karen squirmed uncomfortably as her arousal increased. Her chest ached, her tits were burning. It had been a long time since Mark, her husband, had kneaded and adored those heavy jugs, sucked them until they hurt, then plunged his hot cock into her steaming cunt.
Sandier introduced his assistant, Shanda, and Shanda in turn introduced the contestants and their celebrity partners. The male contestant was a complete non-entity. He was awed by his partner, a glamorous, out-of-work actress. The female contestant was a pretty young girl, probably not much over eighteen. She was all wriggles and giggles. She kept darting adoring glances at both her partner, an actor plugging his latest movie, and at Peter Sandier.
God, the girl wasn't wearing a bra under that tight, clinging sweater! Her tits were clearly visible sharp points. She looked like she was incredibly turned on by something. She giggled and chatted with Sandier.
Then Sandier's eyes were boring in to Karen again, and she forgot the contestant as the itch in her cunt increased. Pushing up the loose sleeves of her robe, Karen rubbed the goose bumps on her arms nervously. She had never been so turned on by this show as she was today! She knew that as the dollar winnings grew bigger and bigger, her cunt would drool more and more heavily, too.
Something about the amount of money being given away made her burn. That, combined with the dashing handsomeness of Sandier, would turn her into a shivering wreck by the end of the half-hour show.
As the commercial droned on, unheard, she found her fingers toying with the belt of her robe. She tried to stop herself. Her muscles knotted as they rebelled. It was crazy, she had never done anything like it before.
But it was a warm day, just right. No one could see into her living room. She was home, alone, with just the TV. Why shouldn't she be naked if she wanted to be? The knot came undone, she dragged the belt loose.
Just as she unwrapped the robe to let the gentle breeze brush her bare flesh, Peter Sandier came back on the screen. She felt her cunt flood. She arched her body, made her lush knockers rise and thrust up for the man's sparkling-eyed admiration. She squirmed one thigh against the other again, as she drew her arms out of her robe. She was naked, except for the towel turban on her hair.