Don Scott

The hottest wife

CHAPTER ONE

I got out of bed and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Why was my husband neglecting me? Amber, I love you. That's what he used to say to me four months ago, just before we were married. It seemed like he couldn't get enough of my body to satisfy him then. Now he hardly looks at me.

I tried to see myself objectively in the mirror to figure out why Jeff didn't want to ram his cock into me any more. At twenty I was a long way from being over the hill, that's for sure. The men at the hospital never resisted a chance to rub up against me. Why wouldn't Jeff?

I peeled out of my tight T-shirt and threw it on the floor. My full, firm tits jiggled without a hint of any sagging. The nipples were hard little buds and the areolas a dark brown, the size of silver dollars. My waist was slim and my hips flared. All in all I had one hell of a shapely body.

The thick blonde bush between my legs needed something badly from Jeff – his cock. I watched my own hand slowly creep from nay hip to between my legs, the long fingernails gently scratching near the pink slit.

I looked at my face in the mirror, at my large, crystal-blue eyes and thick, sensual lips. My hair falls in loose waves down to the small of my back, honey-colored, like my twat.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was fingering my own pussy at six in the morning. Six in the morning – I should be in bed with my husband snuggled up close to his warm body. I slipped back into bed without waking Jeff up. I closed nay eyes. Though I didn't need to be at the hospital until ten thirty, I was wide awake and horny as hell.

"Jeff, honey, are you awake?" I asked quietly. He didn't move a muscle. Easing the covers off his body, I curled my knees under me. I gently unsnapped the fly of his pajamas and picked up his cock. It was warm and soft in my hand, all full of wrinkles. I knew what his cock could do to me, hard, and getting it hard is one of my greatest abilities.

Bending forward, my tits mashing against my thighs, I flicked my tongue out, just touching the very tip of Jeff's prick. I swirled my tongue around the head, getting it slick with my saliva. His cock tasted heavenly against my tongue.

Letting his cock lie flat against his body, pointing toward his hairy chest, I licked down the shaft to the sac holding his two large nuts. I licked the loose skin, then sucked one ball into my mouth. I basted the egg-shaped nut with my spit, holding it for a long time in my mouth. After warming his other nut with my tender mouth, I slowly began to work my way back to his cockhead.

A large, blue vein showed an the underside of his cock, pumping blood into his tool. I felt his pulse under my lips as I kneaded the growing flesh tenderly. Taking his prick once again in my hand, I hefted it, feeling it swell with unconscious passion.