David Crane

Three horny wives

CHAPTER ONE

Jennifer Foley woke up early that morning and looked across the bed at her husband, Fred, who was sleeping soundly.

Jennifer was frustrated. It seemed to her that the only thing he ever did at home was sleep. Of late, he had been spending more and more time at the office and not getting home to their house in the suburbs until late at night. He would slump in front of the television for a while and then crawl up to bed. In the mornings, as soon as the alarm clock sounded, he was up and out of the house.

When they were first married, Jennifer had fucked and sucked day and night, now she was lucky to get a quick poke on weekends. Jennifer was a horny woman and the fact that she was not getting her share of fucking was of great concern to her.

She began to idly stroke her poor neglected pussy. Her cunt rippled with expectation as she traced the tips of her fingers along the unfurling cunt lips. The slit parted into a wide gash, and that gash was filled with cream, eager to be filled with hot cock.

She reached out sideways and ran her hand over Fred's lean, hard belly. She moved her hand down, hoping fervently that he would have a morning hard-on.

She smiled happily when her fingers came in contact with rigid flesh. His cock was big and hard and she folded her hand around the thick shaft and frigged up and down on his pecker, slowly and luxuriously.

Gently, she pushed the sheet down so that she could look at her husband's erect cock, a rare sight for her of late. It was a splendid cock, the shaft was thick and long, the knob an enormous wedge of hot meat and his balls as big as coconuts, swelling with their juicy load of cock milk. Jennifer regarded this wonderful equipment and anticipated the excitement of having it stuffed up her starving pussy.

Fred shifted in his sleep, his hips moving in his slumber, reacting to her stroking hand. His knob flared out from the top of her fist and his stalk was as hard as iron in her palm.

Jennifer looked at his cock, longingly. A nice long fuck would be lovely now, she thought.

Then she had a wonderful idea. Why not mount his prick while he's still asleep? She thought. That way I can have a lovely fuck without even waking him. The more she looked at his dick the more she thought what a good idea she had had. It looked so succulent and Fred was in a deep sleep. It was hers to do anything she wished with.