B. F. Dickens

When she was bad

CHAPTER ONE

6:30 a.m…

Carol Bristol slowly opened her dark-lashed eyes, a frown slightly distorting her beautiful features as she fumbled sleepily to turn off the loudly buzzing alarm clock beside the bed. Silencing the insistent noise of the electronic siren, she rolled onto one side and looked at her husband, still sleeping away peacefully beside her.

For a moment she just quietly looked at him, enjoying the sight of him beside her in bed, even after close to twenty-five years of marriage. Looking at him like this in the morning always brought home to her how wonderful those years had been, as well as how much he, and she, were still so much in love as they had been when first married.

Although now in his late 40's, Ken was still a rugged 200 pounds and a towering six foot one. Carol raised one hand to tousle his hair-still dark if a bit thinning along the temples. He grinned in his sleep at her touch and rolled over onto his back.

Carol pulled back the silken sheets which covered them both, slowly slipping it down to expose Ken's body to her from the waist up. She smiled lustfully as he shifted and turned again, the muscles of his broad shoulders and arms rippling slightly with the movement, and she slid the palm of one hand over the sculptured layers of muscle on his chest and stomach.

Ken had always been good to her, as a husband and a provider, a partner and a support. After the long happy years of their marriage she had much to be thankful for in having found such a man to be her life's partner. But at times like this, fresh from a night's sleep and with the heady musk of his nude body filling her nostrils, Carol's thoughts were only on the incredible physical relationship the couple had developed.

He was always sensitive to her own wants and needs, always somehow reacting to her sensual desires even before she herself knew them. He would play for hours with her super-sensitive breasts, rolling her turgid nipples in his fingers, kissing and licking the firm flesh, telling her in a soft whisper how much he loved her.

As she let her one hand trail over her husband's chest, Carol moved her other to stroke at her own nude breasts. She was close to 42 years old herself now, but even after so long, and two children, she had worked hard to maintain the knockout body that had first caught Ken's eye over two dozen years before. Her eye-popping 41-24-36 body was still as taut and sleek as ever. She recalled how, on her last birthday, Ken had joked that she was only one year away from her age finally surpassing her bust size.

She closed her hand over one thrusting tit now, sinking her own fingers into the sensitive flesh just as Ken had so many times, remembering the feel of his hand, his lips and tongue on her hot breasts. A hot shiver ran down her spine as she remembered even more erotic play, when he had laid his massive, throbbing cock between the monumental mounds of her female flesh. Tit-fucking was almost as exciting for her as the more standard variations of fucking and sucking, her huge breasts almost as sensitive to sexual stimulation as her clit.

But, oh, his fucking too! Ken had been first to awaken her own fabulous sexual appetites, and had been taking her to new peaks ever since. His cock was thick and heavy when aroused, a massive shaft of male meat that stayed hard and pleasure-giving even after he had expelled his burning jiz several times. He fucked her with it hard and often, although if they both had their way the horny couple might have spent their entire marriage in each other's arms in bed, happily fucking and sucking away.