R W Finch

Sinful wife

CHAPTER ONE

I'd spent all my life in Rolla, Missouri, and it looked like I was going to spend the rest of it here, too. At twenty-four I was pretty much settled in, with no way I could ever see of getting away. My husband Blake was a long-distance truck driver, Rolla his home as much as it was mine, but maybe since he was often gone for days at a time, it didn't seem so bad to him living here in the middle of nowhere.

It wasn't so bad when he was home, but when he'd head out on one of his long runs to California or maybe even Maine, I'd get so lonely I'd sometimes start to cry. All the men in town would know when he was gone and – me being long-legged and slim-hipped and having tits as round as could be – I'd more than once get asked to strip down and climb into the nearest bed.

Sometimes I did and sometimes I didn't, depending on who it was doing the asking, but all in all I got my fair share of fucking on the tide. After all, I was a young woman with the same sex drives as anyone else and if my husband wasn't around to satisfy my horniness, well, I wasn't about to wait until he was. Of course, Blake would kill me if he ever found out.

He'd been home for three days now and we'd been fucking up a storm, our times together as good as anyone could possibly ask for. He'd made me cum a couple of dozen times in the short time he'd been home, but now he was getting ready to leave again – this time for Florida – and I was already beginning to feel the loneliness I knew would hit me when he walked out the door.

"Becky, what's wrong?" Blake asked me kiddingly. "You look like your best friend just died or something."

I went up and put my arms around him, hugging his muscular frame. He felt so good next to me, so solid. "I miss you so much when you're gone," I said softly, putting my head against his shoulder. "I really miss you when you're gone."

"I miss you, too," he smiled, "but it's my job and there's nothing I can do about it. We'd starve if I wasn't working and there's really nothing else I know but driving."

I was wearing denims and a light summer blouse without a bra and he reached up and squeezed one of my tits gently, cupping it in his large hand. My pink nipple hardened just at his touch, swelling into taut erection. He squeezed my other tit and a second later I was grabbing for his cock.

"Give me a good humping before you leave," I whispered. "Fuck me so I'll remember what I'm waiting for."

He scooped me right off the floor in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. Both of us were naked in no time at all and then he had me spread out on the bed with my legs apart and his weight on top of me.