Bill Randolph
Eat out with his wife

AB-5619
CHAPTER ONE

Misty Morgan rolled a golden curl of her blonde hair around a finger and sighed. She stared blankly at the television and crossed her long, sexy legs. The twenty-six-year-old curvaceous blonde was bored, and she was damn tired of it!

"Charlie!" she yelled. "You gonna be in there eating all night?"

Charlie Morgan, her husband of eight years, poked his head into the den while reaching back to turn off the kitchen light. His mouth was full and working to chew the last of the sandwich he'd just stuffed into his mouth.

"Haven't eaten all day," he murmured, gulping his food and strolling into the den. "Give me a break!"

Misty glanced up at him and managed a sexy, pouty smirk. She let the folds of her robe part to reveal her luscious, naked legs as she winked.

"I've got something nice and sweet you can eat," she purred. "Remember how you used to stuff yourself with my pussy?"

The dark-haired, thirty-year-old man beamed a patient smile. He reached down and lazily fingered one of his wife's large tits through her robe. He wiggled his finger and parted the top fold of the robe, exposing her lush tit-melons.

"I was just young and dumb and full of come," he said, tweaking one plump, pink nipple with his fingertips.

"And I just loved the shit out of you," she cooed, crooning throatily as he kept pinching her sensitive nipple and making horny spasms ripple all the way down to her throbbing cunt.

"I remember," he whispered. "We had some fun, didn't we? The two of us really shook the sheets."

She nodded and uncrossed her legs. She eased back on her chair, letting her legs fall open and her robe practically gape open, uncovering her nude body. She knew she was just as sexy and shapely as the day they'd married. Men were always turning to stare as she walked by them out in public. And, too, she gave herself a critical examination in the full-length mirror behind her closet door in the bedroom often enough to spot any telltale sagging or loss of shape.

"No reason we can't keep having fun," she said softly, sexily, posing provocatively for his view by casually lifting a hand high over her head and playfully cupping one of her tits with her other hand. "I mean, we aren't exactly ancient, Charlie. Lately, you've been acting like we're bath ninety-two, dried up and ready for the express lane in the sky."

Charlie Morgan chuckled and gave his wife's tit another affectionate squeeze.

"I think I married you for your sense of humor," he murmured.

"That's funny," she said. "I thought you married me for my pussy."

"Well, I got a bonus," he said. "I married you and got both."

"Then why don't you take better care of my pussy, Charlie?" she purred, wanting to keep her tone light and playfully while making a serious point.

Immediately, Misty feared she'd gone too far. Charlie straightened and sighed.

"We've talked about this before, Misty," he said seriously as he turned and walked across the room. He dropped down on the sofa and glanced toward the TV. "You know I've been working my balls off at the store. Jeffers is going to retire this year and I want his recommendation to become manager. It's what I've worked for all these years."

Misty groaned under her breath as she slumped on her chair. Here we go again, she told herself as an angry chill spread over her lush body, souring the hot arousal that had so recently pulsed inside her. Now I'm going to hear how he started out as a bag boy at that fucking grocery store when he was seventeen, graduating high school after a year of experience, then moving right in full-time, working his way to assistant manager. She ran his predictable swords through her brain before he spoke them. She gazed at the TV screen without really seeing the images moving in front of her eyes. Her thoughts were far away.

Her mother had always told her to marry an old, rich man, fuck him to death, then live like a queen into her own old age. But that had been easy to say. At eighteen, Misty had looked around, and of all the boys she'd fucked, there wasn't a suitable prospect for a husband in the bunch. Most of them had been high-school jocks, all too eager to fuck her brains out, but not likely to amount too much. But then she'd caught the eye of the eager, good-looking young guy at the neighborhood supermarket. He'd always been so anxious helping Misty and her mother with their groceries, even occasionally volunteering to deliver them to their house for free.

"That boy is drooling for you, Misty," her mother used to say, snickering. "Give him a wink and he'll drop to his knees and kiss your naked ass in the middle of the parking lot. And, he's been working at that store since he was nothing but a kid." Her mother would wink knowingly and give Misty a little pat on the arm. "He's probably got some money saved, and he's ripe for the right girl to come along and help him spend it. He's looking for a wife, even if he just doesn't know it yet."

Her mother's words from years ago still bounced around in her mind, especially on evenings like this. Her mother had been partly right, Misty had to admit. Compared to Misty's other prospects at the time, Charlie Morgan was indeed a catch. He had money for a down payment on the house in which they still lived, and for the first few years of their eight-year marriage, he did everything but kiss her naked ass in the store parking lot.

But lately their relationship seemed stuck in the mud. He was acting middle-aged, especially when it came to fucking. A couple of times lately she'd even had to work at getting his cock hard enough to fuck, and that had never been one of Charlie's problems. He was butt dragging tired most nights now when he came home from the store, and his hours seemed to get longer and longer as the day of the current manager's retirement drew closer.

Misty had tried to be sympathetic to her husband. She tried telling herself that he was working so hard for her, striving to get this promotion for their security and the chance to move to a bigger house. But telling herself all those things was becoming small comfort for a horny, hot-pants woman like Misty. She needed more than that kind of love and devotion from her moan. She needed his hard and ready prick pumping her overheated pussy. She needed his flicking tongue on her clit, driving her wild as the lust flooded her. She needed a daily diet of rigid fuckmeat to lick and suck and nibble. And lately, her Charlie just wasn't cutting the mustard.

Suddenly, she pushed herself out of her chair and whipped off her robe. She strolled across the floor to her husband, boldly and provocatively flashing her sexy, nude body. Her full lips curved into a pouty smirk as she sank don to her knees in front of him and began fumbling with his pants fly and belt.

"Jesus, Misty, what are you doing?" he said lazily, making no effort to help her or to discourage her action. He sat submissively, letting her do the work.

Finally, she reached into his opened fly and pulled out his limp prick. It lay in her hand like a warm, flabby snake, near lifeless and uninterested. She sighed, trying to hide her disappointment. Then, accepting the challenge, she went right to work.

She ducked her head down and fucked her tongue out over his deflated fuck-knob. At the same time, her fingers got busy skimming up and down his shaft, coaxing the rubbery meat gradually into some form of life.

Eventually, his prick twitched and began to uncoil slowly. And, though happy with the way her work was paying off, Misty also felt a tremor of humiliation both for herself and her husband. She was much too beautiful, young and sexy to have to labor a hard-on out of her man. Shit, any man on the street would get a pulsing boner just watching the sway of her round, firm ass and shapely hips, or the playful, bouncy jiggle of her full, lush tits when she walked by.

Her bitterness subsided slightly as Charlie's cock grew. She swirled her tongue around and around his ballooning knob, licking the head of his prick while curling her fingers around the thickening base of his fuckstick. With her free hand, she slipped her fingers inside his pants fly and tickled his balls. Finally, she heard a soft, throaty groan escape his lips, and she smiled in triumph. She was winning and getting her way. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could keep him interested long enough to give her itchy pussy some much-needed attention.

She closed her lips over his engorged cockhead and sucked. She wiggled her tongue across his piss-slit, teasing the winking little hole while slowly, deliberately stroking his shaft in her fist.

As his cock grew and stiffened in her hand and against her mouth, Misty's excitement escalated. At least Charlie was alive! And maybe tonight she'd rekindle some of the old horny magic they used to share and enjoy.

She began bobbing her pretty face up and down on his prick. Her wet lips squeezed his fuckshaft as she sucked the stiffening rod, and Misty's pleasure increased along with that of her husband's.

Gradually all of her thoughts focused on what she was doing. She concentrated on sucking Charlie's cock, lathering it good with her spit and whipping it with her tongue. She relished this duty, devouring his prickmeat with a gusto that thrilled her pussy.

"Oh, honey, you make me forget all my troubles!" Charlie gasped, tangling his fingers in her long, silky hair and beginning to pump his prick up into her sucking mouth. "Mmmmm, baby, you're the best!"

Suddenly, Misty let his cock-knob pop from her mouth. She gazed hotly at the saliva-slick, pulsing fuckmeat before nibbling up the underside of his shaft. She worked her lips feverishly, attacking the tender belly of his cockshaft as if her lips were a thousand tiny fingertips pinching and tweaking the sensitive flesh it never failed to drive Charlie crazy with lust and desire. Now was no different.

Charlie hissed and panted as he squirmed and humped wildly. He roared with delight when his wife dipped her head and tongued his balls. His hands jerked her hair as his lusty frenzy scaled new levels.

Misty grinned as she gobbled up his balls. The meaty balls filled her warm mouth, making her checks balloon. She cooed and sighed as her husband's frantic movements signaled his ecstasy.

She gripped his shaft and began pumping it inside her fist. She loved the way his cock swelled under this pressure and action, and the determined blonde wasn't about to waste this fine moment. She gambled that he wasn't ready to blast his load, and soon she spit out his balls and again gobbled up his fuck-knob.

Her wet lips slid down the full length of his fuckmeat just as he jabbed his prick up into her eager mouth. His bloated cockhead banged against her throat, but Misty was prepared. She deep-throated her man's cock expertly, giving them both a new round of pleasure.

"Aaahhh, yeessss!" he growled, reaching desperately for her ripe, full tits that pressed against his legs. "Swallow the fucker, honey! Take all of it! Ooohh, yeeaaahhhh! That's the best!"

Misty thrilled to her husband's hot words. She knew Charlie couldn't get it better anywhere else or with anyone else. She was the best wife he could have, and she never hesitated to show him anytime she had the chance.

She sucked vigorously, gluttonously, feasting on his prick and loving his reaction. He tweaked her nipples and massaged her throbbing tit-melons as she devoured his fuckmeat and stroked his jizz-filled balls. It was all happening so fast and furious that Misty had to keep cautioning herself to save something for her pussy. But that was easier to say than to do. She, too, was caught up in the passion of the moment. Sucking cock was a supreme turn-on for Misty. She couldn't deny it. Besides, it was only recently that her Charlie hadn't been able to give her pussy a good fucking even after blasting a thick wad down her throat.

"Get ready, honey!" Charlie suddenly warned, gasping and clutching her tits. "I'm gonna give you a mouthful!"

His belly heaved and his cock leaped inside her mouth. His fuck-knob seemed to bloat even larger and his nuts tightened in her hands. She felt the knot of his spunk build in the base of his shaft and, then seconds later, his milky load shot down her throat.

Misty gulped and swallowed while squeezing her lips around the base of his fuckmeat. She sucked, drawing it out even as his jism exploded from his pisser and soaked her tonsils.

She shuddered and thrilled as the creamy come scorched her tongue and throat. She slurped eagerly, anxious to gulp every drop. And then, when she finally came up for air and released Charlie's prick from her mouth, she flashed a wanton smile and lazily licked the glistening residue of spunk off her lush lips.

She took his hands in hers and placed them on her tits as she rested on her haunches in front of him. With a shake of her head, she flipped stray curls of her blonde hair out of her sexy, lovely face and sighed.

"That was just the appetizer," she said. "Let's have the main course in the bedroom."

Charlie smiled weakly and let his wife pull him up. His cock remained semi-hard, still poking through his opened pants fly as Misty led him from the den toward the bedroom.

She started undressing him as soon as they reached the bedroom. She whipped off his shirt and tugged his pants down to his ankles. Her excitement pulsed through her as he kicked off his shoes, and before he could remove his socks, Misty grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against her bushy cunt. She smiled into his face, loving the erotic friction of his knob brushing her slit.

"See how hot and wet and ready I am for you, darling?" she purred. "See what sucking your prick does to me?"

Charlie beamed a proud grin, but remained rather passive as his wife used his prick in almost a masturbating type of way. He moaned deeply and ran his hands over the exaggerated curve of her naked hips and on down the luscious, sleek flanks of her upper legs. He eased his caressing fingers back over her asschecks, and Misty began to sway gently, nudging his cockhead against her stiff, twitching clit.

"Fuck me, Charlie!" she moaned, kissing his neck and licking at his ears as she pressed her huge, jutting tits into his chest. "Fuck my pussy and finger my ass! Do it just like I love it, Charlie! Oh, darling, I need it so bad!"

His prick twitched and Misty kept rubbing his cockhead against her clit, then up and down her slick slit. Her puffy cuntlips shuddered with involuntary spasms as her arousal crested. And, clutching his resurging prickshaft, she backed toward the bed and eased down, sprawling on the king-sized mattress and spreading her legs in the same motion.

She practically pulled her man down on top of her and guided his cock into her pussy. His expanding knob lodged momentarily in her pussy-socket and the blonde's cuntal muscles went into crazy spasms against the bulbous crown.

With a jerk of her hips and pelvis, she impaled herself on half of his fuckshaft. At the same time, Charlie plunged his cock into her churning fuckhole, skewering her pussy passage until his shaft was firmly and completely imbedded inside her.

The couple came together, their bodies colliding in a rush of passion, and then there was no stopping the fierce movements of their fucking. Their bodies slammed together as Charlie drilled his cock in and out of her pussy, and she humped to meet the full-driving thrusts of his prick. It was what Misty had wanted and craved, and now she responded in her usual delirious way.

The horny, sexy blonde wife yelped and squealed as she bounced her ass up and down on the bed. Her flexing cunthole shuddered and her cuntwalls, soaked with her spicy juices, tumbled violently.

She rolled her head from side to side and shrieked guttural cries of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around her husband's bucking waist and let her pussy muscles squeeze his pounding prick. She managed an orgasm just ahead of his own climax, and through it all, Misty Morgan tried to convince herself it was just as good as ever.

But by the time Charlie had returned to the bed from his shower, Misty was already accepting the truth. The spark was gone. The old passion and intensity was missing. It hadn't been the same, and lying to herself wouldn't make it different.

Worst of all, Misty wasn't sure what to do about it.