David Crane

The wild west family

CHAPTER ONE

On Sunday morning, Peter West woke up feeling horny – and with a huge hard-on to prove it.

The bedsheets were lifted up over his loins as if raised on a tentpole. Peter grinned. Having a hard-on was no hardship at all, since his voluptuous wife, Marianna, was in bed beside him, naked.

He glanced at her. She was asleep, but even in repose her lovely face was lustful. She had high cheekbones and a wide, sensual slash of a mouth. Her eyes were closed. When they opened, they would be misty green.

Peter gently drew the covers down and leaned up on one elbow, admiring her body.

She was dark and sultry and shapely. Her tits thrust up in perfect spheres, capped by the stiff, rosy peaks of her perky nipples. Peter's mouth watered at the sight. His gaze slid down her slender stomach and gently rounded belly. Her cunt-vee was a tangled thicket of raven-dark hair spreading out wide from her groin.

Her legs were long and lovely. They were closed, at the moment, but Peter knew that the cunt between them was a hot, juicy fuck-box.

He wondered how much fuck-juice he had pumped into her pussy during the years.

He also wondered if anyone else had.

Marianna had been promiscuous when they met and Peter had never been too sure or confident of her fidelity since they had mated. But the idea of his wife screwing other guys didn't really trouble him. The slight twinge of jealousy he felt only made him hornier.