Robert Taylor

Bored wife

CHAPTER ONE

Betsy knew it would not work. She knew the minute Jim dropped his undershorts and climbed onto the bed with his long cock so stiff that it curved upward.

She drew her nightie back to her waist and finger-tested her pussy slit. Soft and drooling, but this would not work, she would not cum no matter how hard Jim fucked her. Her nerves would burn and knot up agonizingly. Long after Jim slept she would pace the house. Even worse, she would go at the gin bottle.

Jim said, "You have a ready cunt if I ever saw one!"

"You better believe it," Betsy said, forcing a show of eagerness. "I'm wet to the knees!"

"Raise your legs, baby," he said.

She obliged, yanking them back, wide apart, exposing her hairy twat and watching him scrabble to her, bend his cock down and slipping the knob into her hole. Grinning, he wrenched it around to coat it with cuntal dew, then put on pressure and she felt the fat knob squirm into her.

Quite easily it wedged up her cunt, filling her with steamy, hard cock.

So far so good. No wife could ask for a husband with a hornier prong than her Jim had. Nor could Jim expect to come home to a cunt more slippery, and without artificial lubricant. As to her appearance, Betsy knew she was a very good-looking girl of twenty-three, with a cute ass, and breasts that made men gasp. She was blonde, with wide brown eyes, a velvety complexion and a pleasant smile. She was even a good cook. But…

"How does it feel, baby?" Jim asked.

"Glorious. You're an absolute horse, Jim."