Steve Golden

The Spunky Wife

Chapter 1

Bonnie Grant slid her hand down her husband's belly and grabbed his limp cock. Her fingers squeezed the prickshaft and pumped it three or four times. Then she shifted to his bails and cupped the soft sac in her palm. She glanced into his face, waiting for his reaction. Her cunt was wet and ready.

He was sleeping soundly. It was seven in the morning and he'd worked late the night before. The poor guy was exhausted. Still, that was no excuse, thought Bonnie. They'd only been married six weeks, and he should be ready and willing to fuck her at all hours. Her fingers swept back up and curled around the bulk of his prick. She began to pull on it gently.

He shifted in the large bed, but he didn't wake up. Bonnie propped her head up on one hand, and with the other she went right on jerking him off. She was determined to get him awake and aroused. She wanted her early morning fuck. If she didn't get it, she'd be cranky all day.

His prick began to grow in her hand. It was stiffening nicely. She smiled to herself and watched his face, amazed that he could still be sleeping. Her fist made soft flapping sounds under the sheet. He rolled toward her slightly and she had to change the angle of her strokes, but she didn't miss a beat. She squeezed her fingers extra tight on the cockshaft.

"Mmmmm, hey!" he grunted, opening his bleary eyes at last. "What's going on here?"

"You're getting a hard-on, that's what!" Bonnie giggled. "And your naughty wife wants it inside her, right now! What do you think, Rodney? You man enough to satisfy her?"

"Mmmm, but it's seven in the morning, honey!" he groaned, glancing at the clock on the night-stand. "I've got to get off to work, you know that!"

"Isn't your new wife more important than a silly old job?" She jerked his cock extra hard, bringing it closed to full erection. She could feel her cunt growing wetter and wetter by the second.

"Don't you ever get enough?" he asked wearily. "We must have fucked every day since we were married!"