“Why don’t you fuck me?”
She stood before her husband of four years, hands planted firmly on her shapely hips. She was barely over five feet tall, but she loomed over him sitting on the couch.
“You spend all day at the office, then you come home and work. That’s all you fucking do!”
He started to say something, but she silenced him with a raised finger and those intense blue eyes.
“Shut up and listen.” Her stare held him pinned to the couch as effectively as leather straps. A moment passed in which the only sound was the dishwasher chugging away in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter with you? I have guys staring at me all day long at the office, especially when I wear a top like this.” She squeezed her breasts for emphasis. “I can think of four guys off the top of my head that have all but told me flat out that they want to fuck me. And the rest of them are thinking it.” She released the second and third buttons of her blouse, displaying her full, plump cleavage.
“Don’t you like my tits anymore? Or my ass? Do you know how many guys I catch every day staring at my ass when they think I’m not looking? I could fuck any one of the men in my office. All I’d have to do is ask and there’d be a line. But I don’t. I don’t because I love you. I don’t because I would rather fuck you. We haven’t made love in more than a week, damnit. We used to fuck two, three, sometimes four times a day! And now…” She leaned over, giving him an even better view of her deep cleavage, and said, “Now I practically have to rape you to get at your cock.” She gripped the bulge in his suit pants and purred.
“So now you do want to fuck me?” Another button came open on her blouse. “You’re hard and yet you just sit there. Do you masturbate instead of fucking your wife? Or are you screwing that girl in your– No. Fuck it. I don’t care.” Her fingers slid up and began opening his slacks. “I’m horny and you’re hard, so I’m just going to take what I want.”
She nearly ripped his pants open and pulled his cock out. She stroked it and hiked her skirt up so she could straddle him. She wore no panties. “Come on, you asshole, fuck me!” He ripped her blouse open and stripped her bra off while she guided him to her dripping folds. Before she took him in, she used her damp arousal to lubricate his shaft. Then with a scream, she plunged herself down, filing her pussy with his thick flesh.
She rode him hard, bouncing her tits in his face, until she reached down and tweaked her clit. It sent her plummeting into an orgasm, a quick and shallow one, but it was enough to take the edge off her raging desire.
“I said fuck me!” He did as commanded and threw her onto the couch next to him. Oh her hands and knees, he positioned himself behind her and drove into her smooth channel with a single thrust. “Come on!” she urged, trying to reach back and grab him by the ass, trying to pull him harder into her. He took a fistful of her silky blond hair and yanked her head back. Screaming in pain and ecstasy, she came again on the pounding of her husband’s cock. He didn’t relent. He fucked her harder and faster through her orgasm, slamming his hips into her ass. Faster and faster until he was suddenly gone from her spasming cleft. He pushed her off the couch and she knelt, awaiting his release. He stroked himself furiously above her waiting mouth, moaning and groaning as he buffeted her tongue with the very tip of his dick.
Squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples, she didn’t have to wait long until he grunted and exploded into her face. Long ropes of creamy white semen lined her face, spurt after spurt after spurt. She reveled in it, feeling it on her closed eyes, on her nose, in her mouth, on her chin, and dripping down onto her tits. It kept coming, his hot seed, gallons of it, with every stroke. It seemed like an hour before it started tapering off, a few final drops falling into her full mouth.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” she moaned happily as she wiped the come from her eyes and looked up at him. She sucked the cream from her manicured fingers and swallowed it hungrily.
“That’s why I haven’t fucked you in a week,” he said with that smile she never could resist. “Happy birthday, Babe.”
Looking up at her husband – her glorious, beautiful husband – her eyes teared up, but it wasn’t because she got semen in them. Swelling with love, she sucked his magnificent cock into her mouth to ready him for the next round.
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