John Damon

Balling horny wife

CHAPTER ONE

Susan Landry peered up at her husband as he knelt over her naked body. Even though the room was pitch dark, she could visualize his features, could imagine his nice, thick cock, ramrod stiff, poising itself to plunge into her hungry pussy.

She wanted to shout at him, "Fuck me, John, fuck my pussy!" However, she kept her silence, well aware that if she made any such remark he would have been terribly upset and also very turned off. Sex with John Landry was all too seldom anymore for her to risk blowing any of her occasional chances.

She felt his cock head touch her cunt, his knob shoving aside her pussy lips and pressing against her ovaled cunt slot, already oozing thick cream from her anxious body. Susan just wished sex could be as important to John as it was to her, that her needs and desires could somehow be matched with his.

She heaved a heavy sigh of relief as his cock head penetrated her pussy and wormed its way into her. She tried to hold him there, with just his prick knob inside her foamy cunt so she could work her pussy lips around his cock, make her strong muscles hug and caress his cock head until he screamed for joy.

Unfortunately, he cared little for such subtle pleasures. His prick plowed into her body, driving through her warm cunt tunnel until he was buried to the hilt, his balls flapping against her ass, his stomach pressed against hers.

Susan felt like crying at the sameness of their sex life. She could already see in her mind every movement that would be made by her husband.

He held himself in the depths of her cunt, warm pussy juices swirling around his fat cock shaft. He pulled back to his cock head and then began stroking her pussy with short, powerful thrusts, in and out, his tempo never changing. His prick drove into her pussy until he had it completely buried and then he slid it back out, his prick stalk smeared with her sticky cream, and then plunged back in, repeating the process over and over until he was done.

Susan closed her eyes. Even in the dark, it was too painful any more to even watch. It was at times like this that she was glad she had enjoyed a somewhat full sex life in high school and college. She could at least remember how good fucking could be. Or maybe it would have been better not to know, then she wouldn't know what she was missing and might be less sad over it.

John thrust in and out of her cunt, his even tempoed strokes gliding with almost predetermined rhythm in and out of her cunt slot. She humped her hips upward, her pussy throwing itself at his cock, banging her body against his, forcing the pleasure into her cunt, making it enjoy what little there was to be found in John's robot-like fucking.

Susan could feel her clit throbbing with pent up desire, begging her for the touch of a hand, the softness of a pair of lips or the darting joy of a warm tongue.