Robert Vickers

Hungry wife

CHAPTER ONE

"It's getting hard. Go on. Suck some more on it, honey."

Larry couldn't see the grimace on Carole's face as she tugged a little bit at the man's cock. It was still half-limp, hardly what she could use for a full, all-out fucking. She dropped her face to the cock again and started licking it. Her tongue raced up

one side and down the other. Rough; wet and pink, that tongue sought out all the right spots to lightly brush, to press, to caress, to stroke.

She was expert at giving head.

Taking the entire end of his prick into her dank, humid mouth, she started to suck. The pressure mounted on the tip of the man's pecker until he was writhing around on the bed. His ass crinkled up the fresh sheets and made a shambles out of her carefully made bed. She. tried to push that out of her mind. All that she was supposed to be doing now was giving the man a blowjob and, when he was good and hard, they would fuck.

Like always.

And, like always, it wouldn't be all that ex6iting for Carole. Sure, she tried but it never quite reached the intensity she'd felt when they'd been engaged. She remembered with fondness the sneaking out to go to some lover's lane and the frantic fucking in the backseat of Larry's car. It had been a '59 Ford. She could remember the lumps in the backseat and the single spring that leaped out and poked at her when it was least expected.

It hadn't been all that fantastic a lovemaking, but it had gusto. It had a spontaneity that was lacking now. She couldn't really put her finger on why the tucking wasn't the thrill it used to. be. Maybe she'd been at it too long. Maybe she should have become a nun as she'd once thought, she would when she was a young girl.

Carole shook her head and knew that wasn't the answer. Larry was the reason she didn't like sex any more. He was always the same. Never any change. The same old position. He enjoyed being on top. Period. Every time they fucked it was like an instant replay of the last time.

And, as always, the instant replay exactly duplicated all the plays. She never quite enjoyed it. Sometimes she would get to the edge of coming, but Larry would blow his wad then and come in her grasping pussy and then roll over and go to sleep. How she hated hearing him snore! It was always worst just after he had plugged her she could no longer call it making love. He'd fuck her a few fast times and get her all revved up, he'd come, then he'd go to sleep and leave her awake and worried that something was wrong with her.