R W Finch

The hottest wife

CHAPTER ONE

The alarm clock on the nightstand started ringing at seven o'clock, as usual, and Bonnie Evans reached over sleepily and turned it off. Norman, her husband of almost three years, hadn't even heard it, and he slept on, curled on his side under a mound of blankets with his back to Bonnie. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before moving to wake him for work.

That she'd awakened with a feverish itch – more of a tingling, actually – deep in her cunt, did not surprise her in the least. Her hairy cunt was dripping wet the crotch of her filmy blue panties already soaked with warm, oily moisture. She was as horny for the feel of a man's hard cock as she could ever remember being. To Norman, she knew, it would make no difference at all.

Norman had shied away from making love to her for over a month now, his excuse always that he was too tired or not in the mood. His eyes would always look away from her when she pressed him on it, and then – to her constant chagrin – he would quickly change the subject with a nervous laugh.

Bonnie could well understand at least part of the problem. Norman was being overworked at the tire store he managed in town, and he usually got home dead tired. Business was bad, and the worse it got, the harder he worked. Bonnie could hardly hold that against him, but for him to be too exhausted to even climb on top of her once in the last month was just too much for her to bear.

It wasn't as if she was ugly, because she was anything but that. At twenty-two, she was probably the best-looking woman in all of Carter, Illinois – at least, Norman had always told her that when they were first married. Her hair was long and lustrous, pitch black and silky, and it hung almost to her slender waist. Her deep-blue eyes only made her already pretty face seem even prettier. And her body – slim, but round and firm in the right places – got glances and whistles of approval wherever she went.

And so, every time Norman ignored her when she stood nude before him and offered herself, it crushed her with disappointment. Only two years alder than she was, he was hardly an old man, and it didn't seem fair to Bonnie that their sex life was already heading for the downhill slopes.

He was still lying there sound asleep, and she reached over and shook his shoulder gently.

"Time to get up, Norman," she said quietly.

"Hmmm? Oh… what time is it?"

"After seven," Bonnie said, sitting up.