Janet McCoy

Wife on the loose

CHAPTER ONE

Heather reached out and grabbed his cock.

She had decided that drastic action was needed.

Like a good wife, she had waited patiently for her husband to indicate an interest in fucking before going to sleep. But when Tom had turned his back to her and indicated an immediate interest in going to sleep, it had been more than Heather could take.

She was horny. She wanted to get fucked.

Why should I have to play with myself when I've got this perfectly good cock right in bed with me? she asked herself, not unreasonably. It's time I started making it clear when I want sex.

"Heather, honey, I've got a hard day's work ahead of me tomorrow. I've got to get some sleep. Uuuuuhhh…"

His wife's skilled finger manipulations drew a groan from his throat, despite his reluctance. He could feel his prick starting to grow under her touch. He sighed. It looked like he was going to have to go through with it.

"But Tom, darling," she purred, her hand never slowing in its teasing cock-caresses. "I need you so bad. All evening, I've been thinking about how nice it would be to make love to you when we got to bed. I just couldn't stand, to lie awake all night, needing you."

Her fingers played over the bulging tip of his cock. They tantalized the thick ridge that separated cock-head and shaft. She could feel her cunt tingling as his prick grew steadily to iron-hard rigidity.

Her pussy wanted that stiff cock up inside it!

"Uuuuuhh."

Tom was falling prey to the insistent stroking of his pretty wife's fingers. He felt sleep slipping away as his swollen cock-shaft became first priority. He was going to have to get her rocks off before he got any sleep tonight!

"Oh, Tom. I love your cock honey!"

With a low moan, Heather dipped her head down under the sheet. She found her husband's throbbing cock and closed her lips over the bulbous tip.

"Aiieee, Jee-zuz Christ, woman!"

Tom gritted his teeth and ground his ass down into the mattress. He never could resist the honey-soft feel of his wife's mouth on his prick. Not even when he was as tired as he was tonight!

Her lips worked like tiny feathers over his whole stiff cock-shaft. They teased his pulsing tool until it had grown as hard as an iron pipe. The pressure was enormous. The pleasure was even greater! He reached down and tangled his fingers in her lang, thick red hair. He guided her head up and down over his cock, relishing every tongue-caress.

"Shit, woman! Yeah, that's the way! Suck my cock, baby!"

Every time his wife gave him a head-job, Tom realized what a lucky man he was. Heather was an incredibly sensual woman. And she knew how to enjoy her sensuality.

The only problem was that sometimes Tom felt his wife's sexiness was too much. It tired him out – just the thought of trying to keep up with her. She was always ready for it. Tom suspected that, if he could give it to her, Heather would be fucking twenty-four hours out of the day.

It made him proud, though, to see the way other men looked at him when he was with her. Pure envy! And it was easy to see why. In the dim glow of the night light, her red hair shone around her lovely face. Her full lips ovaled provocatively around, his thick prick. She was kneeling over his cock, and her round ass-cheeks thrust enticingly into the air. Her lust tits swayed beneath her. He reached down and cupped one ripe tit in his hand. She groaned.

"Mmmm, Tommy…" Her words were scarcely audible as she continued to work her mouth up and down over her husband's palpitating dick.

Heather was enjoying immensely the perverse thrill of seducing her own husband. Despite his earlier indifference, Tom was as eager now for satisfaction as she herself was. She could feel her cunt-juice flowing from her throbbing pussy. Her twat was hot and eager, ready for action. But she was willing to wait the extra few minutes, to bring her husband up to an urgent peak of need. Then she would get him to fuck her.

With tireless enthusiasm, she bobbed her head up and down over Tom's cock. Her tongue probed and tantalized the little slit in his cock-tip and the rubbery ridge that framed his knob. She loved the resilient feel of his prick in her mouth. For a moment, she allowed herself to think about how good that hard rod would feel in her pussy. The thought alone made the juices overflow her cunt and trickle along her thigh. Her twat throbbed with the need to be filled… with something long and hard and thick.

Tom was feeling completely abandoned. He was lying back against his pillow, his hands clutching at the sheet beneath him for moral support. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the liquid softness of her mouth making love to his cock. He could feel the blood thumping in his prick. The urge to blow was strong.

"Oooobh, Heather baby! You sure do that nice! Aahhhh! Shit!" As his excitement became more intense, he thrust his hips up against her face, sending his cock surging deep into her throat.

She gagged slightly once, but she managed to open her throat and take his deep cock-thrusts into her mouth. There was no point in trying to stab his cock with her tongue now. He was past that point. He wanted to use her mouth like a cunt, to fuck deep and rhythmically into her obscenely defiled throat.

"Mmmmm. Oooohhhh!"

Heather was enjoying sucking Tom's cock, but she was becoming anxious. She was afraid he would go ahead and cum before she had a chance to get her own satisfaction.

There was only one thing to do.

Tom obviously was content with things the way they were. He would likely just keep on fucking her mouth like this until he came.

Heather's mouth abandoned his cock. She crawled closer and straddled his crotch, poising her cunt over his upthrust prick. Hovering over him, she allowed his cock-head to graze her cunt-lips for a moment. Then it all became too much. She had to fuck!

She sat down hard on his prick. It soared deep up into her clutching cunt.

"Ooooohhh, Tommm! Your cock feels so good in meee!"

She closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy. Her whole body throbbed with the delicious thrill of being filled to brim with hard cock. Every little nerve-ending along her cunt-walls was overloading, on the tantalizing sensations of thick rubbery prick grazing pussy.

"Aaaaiiieeee! I love it! I love it!"

Without wasting any more time, she began, to raise and lower herself. In the dim night-light glow, Tom could see his prick glistening with her juices. He gritted his teeth with pleasure. Her pussy massaging his cock felt even better than her mouth. He could feel his cock responding with hungry fervor to her cunt's clasping caresses. It was like the most wonderful of hot wet massages.

"Jeez, Heather! Shit, you've got a sweet cunt, baby! Wowwww!"

Like her mouth, Heather's pussy was sensational. Tom had heard some of the guys at work complaining about their wives' slack cunts. But Tom just smiled smugly.

Heather's cunt was tight as a virgin's.

It was clinging to his cock now like a mitt around a baseball. He could feel the excitement teeming through his prick. It was becoming more than he could stand!

"Aiieee! Jeez! Oh, baby, here I cummm!"

Heather's gyrating motions over her husband's cock stopped dead. She was on the verge of tears. His prick had only been in her cunt for a minute or two, not nearly long enough. And she had wanted to cum so bad!

Conflicting emotions struggled inside her. Should she let Tom know how disappointed she was? Or should she be a good little wife and act like it had been as good for her as it was for him?

If this had been the first time such a thing had happened, she would gladly had pretended to be pleased with their fuck-session.

But it was not the first time. Far from it.

And Tom wondered why she was horny all the time!

Already, sated with his orgasm, Tom was turning his back to her, ready to fall asleep.

Something inside Heather snapped.

"Well, I'm glad somebody around here is going to get some sleep tonight!"

Tom tried to ignore her harsh tone. "Just relax, honey. Think about something nice. You'll fall asleep in no time. Honest!"

Something inside Tom recognized what he had done to his wife, brought her up to a peak of arousal and left her hanging. But he tried to ignore it. He had to ignore it, for his own self-respect, his own peace of mind.

"Good night, honey," he murmured as he snuggled comfortably against his pillow.

"Tom!" She couldn't let him just ignore her like this. She was mad!

Suddenly she had more response from her husband than she had reckoned on. He sat up abruptly and turned to face her.

"Listen, Heather! Get off my Goddamned back, will you? Can I help it if I'm married to a nympho? Jesus Christ! What's a guy supposed to do?"

After he had spoken his piece, he resumed his sleeping position. But he was wide awake now. And miserable.

"Nympho!?" she screamed. "Who's a nympho? I'm just a normal woman with a normal sex drive. And you're not satisfying it!"

There was silence in the room.

Heather was shocked by the brutal reality of her own words. It seemed an awful thing to do, to take a swipe at her husband's manhood like that.

But what about her? She had needs, too!

But still, she was a little ashamed of herself. And like many people who are ashamed of themselves, she tried to cover up by defending her position more energetically than ever.

"You're turning me into a shrew, Tom!"

Silence.

"Well… maybe there'll be somebody interesting at the Whitcombs' party tomorrow night. Somebody to take my mind off my troubles."

There was nothing more said in the bedroom that night, though both husband and wife lay awake for hours.

CHAPTER TWO

The Whitcombs' party was already in full swing when Tom and Heather arrived.

Linda and Jake Whitcomb were Heather and Tom's next-door neighbors and best friends. They would have been very hurt if Heather and Tom had not shown up at the party.

Otherwise, the younger couple would never have come. They were not in a party mood. They hadn't even spoken to each other all day.

Heather hadn't meant what she said the night before about looking for someone at the party to take her mind off her troubles. She had always been a faithful wife, had never even dreamed about looking for sex with other men.

But despite herself, this evening Heather was enjoying the usual fawning attention she got from men at parties. The pretty redhead was a good dresser. She looked stunning in a low-cut black sheath dress and black heels. She wore bright-red lipstick and nail polish that finished off her appearance, made her look like a high-fashion model or a movie star. While one man lit her cigarette, another fetched her a drink. Another lavished her with compliments.

For a long time, she paid no attention to her husband who was sitting in a corner quietly getting drunk. This was one time Tom was not enjoying the attentions other men paid to his wife. As he downed, one Scotch after another, though, the world looked gradually rosier, until he was feeling on top of the world. Until he decided to share his good feelings with the gathering.

"Hey, everybody…" he called out in a drunken slur. "Whatta ya say we put some life in this here party!"

He climbed up on the coffee table and took off his suit jacket, while he struggled to perform some kind of hip-grinding dance. He wasn't far into the routine when the force of his weight collapsed the coffee table. Tom was catapulted forward. He slammed into the bar, upsetting several glasses and a couple of liquor bottles.

Heather was horror-stuck by her husband's performance. She had had no idea he was that drunk. She had never seen him act like this before, in all the five years of their marriage.

She rushed to his side and helped him to his feet. She guided him to a chair and pushed him down into it. He sat sullenly, not looking at her.

"They don't make anything like they used to," he muttered.

Blushing with embarrassment, Heather bent down to help her hostess pick up the shattered glass and mop up the spilled liquor. "Linda, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into Tom. He's not himself tonight."

Linda, a pretty blonde in her early thirties, smiled reassuringly at her friend. "Don't worry, honey. We all have our off days." She grimaced, "It's just my bad luck that Tom had to have his at my party."

Heather looked on the verge of tears. The older woman reached over and tilted her chin up. Her blue eyes looked frankly into Heather's green ones.

"Look, honey. I'm not going to pretend I'm not pissed off, because I am. But it's not your fault, so don't worry. I'm sure I'll feel better as soon as we get this mess cleaned up."

When the damage was swept away, Heather gathered up her coat and Tom's jacket and prepared to leave. Linda tried to talk her into staying.

"Don't go yet, honey. You were having a good time, Tom's just going to fall asleep. Why don't you let him do it here, while you enjoy yourself." They looked over at Heather's husband who was dozing in his chair.

"No… no, I couldn't stay now, Linda." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Things aren't very good between Tom and me right now. We shouldn't have come and spoiled your good time. Come on, Tom. We're going now."

She tried to pull him to his feet. He was a dead weight. He was awake now, but he wasn't looking at Heather.