Steve Golden
The Spunky Wife

Chapter 1

Bonnie Grant slid her hand down her husband's belly and grabbed his limp cock. Her fingers squeezed the prickshaft and pumped it three or four times. Then she shifted to his bails and cupped the soft sac in her palm. She glanced into his face, waiting for his reaction. Her cunt was wet and ready.

He was sleeping soundly. It was seven in the morning and he'd worked late the night before. The poor guy was exhausted. Still, that was no excuse, thought Bonnie. They'd only been married six weeks, and he should be ready and willing to fuck her at all hours. Her fingers swept back up and curled around the bulk of his prick. She began to pull on it gently.

He shifted in the large bed, but he didn't wake up. Bonnie propped her head up on one hand, and with the other she went right on jerking him off. She was determined to get him awake and aroused. She wanted her early morning fuck. If she didn't get it, she'd be cranky all day.

His prick began to grow in her hand. It was stiffening nicely. She smiled to herself and watched his face, amazed that he could still be sleeping. Her fist made soft flapping sounds under the sheet. He rolled toward her slightly and she had to change the angle of her strokes, but she didn't miss a beat. She squeezed her fingers extra tight on the cockshaft.

"Mmmmm, hey!" he grunted, opening his bleary eyes at last. "What's going on here?"

"You're getting a hard-on, that's what!" Bonnie giggled. "And your naughty wife wants it inside her, right now! What do you think, Rodney? You man enough to satisfy her?"

"Mmmm, but it's seven in the morning, honey!" he groaned, glancing at the clock on the night-stand. "I've got to get off to work, you know that!"

"Isn't your new wife more important than a silly old job?" She jerked his cock extra hard, bringing it closed to full erection. She could feel her cunt growing wetter and wetter by the second.

"Don't you ever get enough?" he asked wearily. "We must have fucked every day since we were married!"

"We've missed exactly four days," she said. "Remember, you were out of town for two weekends."

She quit pumping his cock suddenly and let it snap back against his belly. She shoved the sheet down so that he could see her glorious young body. She was naked. She'd squirmed out of her nightgown as soon as she'd awakened. Her legs fell open lewdly and she peeled the lips of her wet cunt open for him. Thick folds of bright-pink pussy gleamed in the morning light.

"Roll over on top of me, lover-boy," she said. "I need your hard cock inside me real bad. I'm your horny little bitch and I need my morning fuck!"

Rodney stared at her for a moment.

"Come on, lover, hurry! My cunt is soaking wet!" she moaned. And she grabbed hold of his cock again and tugged on it.

He shifted his position slowly, raising himself, then settling down between her spread legs. He didn't have to touch his cock. She guided it expertly down between the swollen folds of her cunt. He eased forward and watched the cock-head and over half the shaft disappear inside her. Then his belly lowered down onto hers and the rest of his hard-on slid up her cunt.

"Oooooh, yes, lover! Now fuck me hard!" she gasped. "Ram that big hard cock in and out of your hot little bitch!"

Rodney began to pump in and out slowly. And he gripped a hand to one of her enormous tits. He was still amazed at how gorgeous she was. She still had the face of a sweet young teenager, but the body of a full-grown woman. His heart skipped a beat when he gazed at her big blue eyes, her turned-up nose and her pouty little mouth. Then his cock would harden when he looked at her trim little ass and waist, and her thirty-eight-inch tits.

"Call me names, lover. Call me your horny little bitch!" she moaned suddenly. "Call me a dirty little cunt and a hot cockteasing slut!"

Again he looked at her, surprised at her language.

"But, Bonnie, sweetheart, you're not my bitch, or my slut!" he gasped, still fucking her steadily. "You're my wife and I love you dearly! As far as I'm concerned, you're almost as much a virgin as when I married you!"

Bonnie felt a slight pang of guilt. Rodney had asked her several times before they were married if she was still a virgin. It had seemed important to him, so she had said yes. He hadn't even wanted to fuck her himself, saying he wanted her pure on their wedding night. And so she had lied, and played a little charade with him during their rapid three week romance. She wanted to be married. She wanted to be out of her family's house and off to a new town. So for Rodney's sake she'd pretended to be an innocent virgin.

Of course, she was neither a virgin nor innocent. She'd fucked at least fifteen guys before she'd stopped counting. And right up until the morning she left town with her new husband, she was enjoying the services of her latest lover, a bum named Stan who had picked her up in the local supermarket. Stan had felt her up in back of a stack of fruit, then finger-fucked her in a quiet corner by the dairy case. She'd spent the rest of their first afternoon together in his van in the parking lot, fucking and sucking up a storm.

On the morning of her wedding, Stan had showed up at the back door of her parents' house. She'd snuck him up to her room and let him fuck her silly, just minutes before slipping into her wedding dress. That night, during her first fuck with Rodney, she'd felt a little guilty. She still had Stan's cum swilling around in her cunt.

It wasn't too hard to fool him though. All she had to do was moan a little as he eased his cock into her. She whimpered and cried a bit, and told him his cock was too big for an innocent little girl like herself. Then she proceeded to give him the hottest fuck of his life. He thought her sudden enjoyment of sex was all the result of his expert teaching.

Now six weeks had gone by, and she was a bit surprised at herself. In all that time, she'd fucked no one but her husband. Of course, she'd kept him so excited that he'd managed to service her every day but the four he was out of town on business. Those were the only tough days to get through. If she hadn't had her dildos stashed away, she might have attacked the mailman or something. When poor Rodney returned from his trip, exhausted, she damn near raped him in the doorway. They fucked right in the hallway, with him still in his business suit.

Lately, it seemed tougher and tougher for him to keep up with her, though. He was working hard down at the office. Sometimes he was so tired in the evening that he could barely get it up. That's why she'd started getting him hard in the early morning occasionally, while he was still fresh. That way she could relax for the rest of the day, her cunt freshly pumped full of cum. It kept her out of trouble and allowed her to be his sweet and innocent young wife.

"Fuck me, lover! I feel like your bitch, whether you like it or not!" Bonnie groaned suddenly, clawing her fingers into Rodney's ass. She wanted to shove her finger up his asshole, one of her favorite tricks, but she was scared he'd cum too soon.

"You're my wife! Move you!" he gasped, his movements getting shorter and quicker on top of her.

"But couldn't you call me dirty names, just once in a while?" she asked. "It really gets me hot! Go ahead! Call me your bitch, your cunt, your slut!"

Rodney couldn't do it. He just couldn't. He fucked in. and out of her wildly though, excited by her talk in spite of himself. He watched her big tits jiggle and roll on her chest, the nipples jutting up high. He forced her knees down, spreading her legs wide open. His thick cock slid in and out of her like a greased pole. His balls slapped into the crack of her ass.

She was staring up at him with a weird light in her eyes, almost as if she were daring him to call her names. But she didn't plead with him any further. She knew it was hopeless. Rodney was just too nice a guy. And it was too bad, because a little dirty talk would have made her cum much harder. Lately it was taking her longer and longer to climax with just regular fucking.

But obviously Rodney was getting close to cumming. He was red in the face and sweating. His thrusts into her cunt were short and sharp. A flash of panic ran through Bonnie. What if he came before she did again? It had happened several times lately, and she'd had to resort to her dildos after he'd left for work. She didn't want that to happen again. She wanted her climax with a cock inside her.

She thought of Stan, just to get herself extra excited. Now there was a guy who didn't mind calling her dirty names. And he'd done everything to her. She remembered one rainy afternoon in his van when she'd sucked him off and his cock had stayed as hard as a rock. He'd flipped her onto her belly and fucked her up the ass. It had been the strangest, most fantastic experience she'd ever had.

"I'm all ready to cum, honey!" Rodney cried suddenly. "I just can't hold back!"

"Try to!" Bonnie groaned, gazing up at him. "Please try to keep it going, lover! I need your cock to stay hard! I need you to fuck me for a long time!"

"Sorry, baby! I'm just too close! Oh, this feels so good!"

Rodney fucked steadily for another minute. His ass rose and fell in short, sharp jerks. Then he was shuddering and burying his cock to the hilt inside her. He came to a complete stop for a second or two, his prick buried deep. Then he began to moan as jet after jet of hot cum spat from his aching cock.

"Cumming, honey! Oh yes! Oh yes!" he groaned, moving in and out of her again. More hot jets of spunk shot into Bonnie's pussy.

"No, Rodney, not yet!" she shouted. "I'm not ready to cum yet! Keep fucking me! Don't stop! Keep fucking your hot little bitch!"

He really did pound away for quite some time, spurting wad after wad of hot cum into her. But all too soon his movements slowed down. His cock oozed the dregs of his cum into her cunt and he settled down on top of her, his chest mashing her tits. His empty balls dangled down between her thighs.

"No, Rodney! No!" she whimpered like a spoiled little girl. She clenched her fists and drummed them gently into his shoulders.

But Bonnie knew it was hopeless. She could feel the sticky warmth of his cum oozing from her pussy and down into the crack of her ass. He was all through for today. She bit her lip in frustration. Any second he would be pulling his cock from her cunt and she'd feel empty and let down.

"Got to go, babe," he said, easing his wet prick from her cunt and rolling off her. "You know what old Henderson is like if his boys are late at the office."

He climbed off the bed and strode to the bathroom, his cock still half-hard and bouncy. Bonnie eyed it hungrily but said nothing. She watched him enter the bathroom, then listened as the shower water was turned on. Her cunt felt soggy, totally soiled with warm, sticky cream.

"That reminds me," Rodney said, suddenly poking his head round the bathroom door and grinning at her. "We're invited to Mr. Henderson's house on Friday night. Some kind of party he's throwing. I think the old boy's really into enjoying himself since his divorce. Just about everyone from the office is invited. Don't forget."

He ducked back into the bathroom and within seconds Bonnie could hear him singing loudly in the shower. She felt a wave of irritation go through her. Fuck the office, she thought bitterly. And fuck Mr. Henderson. It was okay for Rodney. Though he had put in long hours, he was obviously very happy with his job. And since marrying her, he was happy at home too. But what about her? She didn't have a job. All she had was Rodney, and lately he wasn't satisfying her the way she liked.

With a guilty little smirk she leaned over and reached deep into the drawer of the night-stand. She pulled out a dildo, a large fake cock nearly ten inches long. She drew it under the sheet quickly and poked it between her legs. The huge head slipped easily between the greasy, cum-soaked folds of her cunt.

It was weird, she thought, that a young woman who had only been married for six weeks should have to resort to fucking herself with a dildo. But this was an emergency. Like when Rodney was out of town. She had to get off. She had to cum.

The head of the cock was soon deep inside her, and she shoved another three or four inches of shaft up her cunt before she paused. Then her hand began jerking, fucking the device in and out of her cunt with expert strokes. It made lewd squelching sounds as it plowed through all the pussyjuice and cum still oozing from her fuckhole. But that only turned her on more.

Immediately, she forgot about Rodney and her earlier frustration. Warm, sweet feelings were growing between her legs as she fucked herself with the monster prick. Her free hand slid up her belly and caressed one big, lolling tit. She tweaked her nipple harshly between her thumb and forefinger. She began to moan and whimper softly on her pillow.

Again she thought of Stan and his big, ugly cock. It was the biggest prick she had ever experienced, and in a way it had spoiled her for other guys, even her husband. With Stan between her legs she'd felt full, completely clogged with cock. And the time he fucked her up the ass was a vivid memory she wouldn't ever forget.

Her fist shoved the huge dildo even deeper into her cunt. The movements of her wrist grew quicker. She could feel a climax building way down deep inside her, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came. She began to squirm on the bed, writhing from side to side and cranking her legs open and shut. Her breathing grew ragged and labored.

"What will you do today, hon?" Rodney called out suddenly. He was out of the shower and drying himself off in the bathroom. Bonnie couldn't see him, but his voice was loud and clear through the open door.

"Mmmmm? Oh, I don't know!" Bonnie gasped. "Sit in the sunshine for a while, I think! Work on my tan some more! The honeymoon isn't over for me yet, you know!"

She stopped fucking herself with the dildo, but she left it stuffed deep inside her cunt. She lay still and waited for Rodney to emerge from the bathroom. He liked to talk to her while he got dressed. It was a little routine that had developed between them. This morning conversation wasn't going to be easy, though, Bonnie thought. Waves of cunt-pleasure were rolling through her.

"Well, make sure you wear something decent," Rodney said, stepping back into the bedroom. "I don't want you sunbathing nude in the backyard again! I know how old Mr. Hicks next door eyes you whenever he gets the chance! I don't like dirty old men lusting after my lovely wife, even if she does have the figure of a model!"

"Mr. Hicks isn't so old," Bonnie said. "I'd say forty-five, tops! And he is kind of cute!"

Rodney smiled but didn't answer. He wasn't really serious about Mr. Hicks. The thought that Bonnie would ever cheat on him never entered his head. He was too sure of himself, too confident. But he had noticed the horny neighbor eyeing Bonnie over the backyard fence on one or two occasions. And when she'd started sunbathing in the nude, he'd insisted she not do it where the guy could see her.

Bonnie watched her husband move around the room, pulling on his slacks and shirt. She didn't move, but the dildo was still sending sparks of pleasure deep inside her. Her cunt was pulsing around the big shaft. She could feel the pink cockhead deep inside her belly. It took quite an effort to keep her hands off it and on top of the sheet.

"What would you do, Rodney, if I did let Mr. Hicks have an affair with me? Or anyone else, for that matter?" she asked. She watched Rodney fixing his tie in front of the mirror.

"Hmmmm? Don't be silly. I know you'd never cheat on me. You love me too much."

"But what if I did?"

"You wouldn't," Rodney said. "Bonnie, I know you too well. You love being married too much to do anything like that."

He finished knotting his tie and grabbed a coat from the closet. Then he stood in front of the mirror for a last minute check of his hair. He really was incredibly vain, Bonnie thought, watching him. And he really did find it unbelievable that she would ever want to fuck other men. Yet he wasn't that good in bed at all.

"See you later, hon!" He smiled, stooping down to kiss her quickly. "I'll grab breakfast downtown! Be good! Remember, no nude sunbathing!"

And with a deep laugh, he was gone, leaving Bonnie with her daydreams and her dildo-stuffed pussy. Even before the front door slammed, she had grabbed the fake cock by its base again and was fucking it back and forth between her legs. She was moaning loudly now, free to do as she liked. And she began muttering her favorite dirty phrases as she frigged herself.

"Horny little bitch!" she mumbled. "Hot little slut! Fuck, I love my cunt stuffed with big stiff cock!"

Suddenly she slung the sheet off and began wriggling and writhing again. Her legs were splayed wide. Her hair-lined cuntlips were stretched grossly around the base of the huge pink dildo. She rammed the shaft in and out with short, sharp jabs. Milky cuntjuice had mixed with Rodney's spunk into a thick white froth. It matted her cunthair and made the dildo glisten.

"Horny little cocksucker, that's what I am! A cock-hungry, cum-loving bitch!" Her big tits quivered, the nipples swollen and aching and hard.

The feelings in her cunt grew stronger and spread down into her thighs and up into her belly. She was about to cum, she realized, and she slowed her hand movements down slightly, anxious for the feelings to last. But soon she was pumping away with the dildo again, unable to wait any longer. The warm, melty feelings grew inside her.

The climax rolled through her, spreading down her legs and up into her nipples. She squirmed and moaned like a wanton slut on the bed, her fist flying between her spread legs. Her body jerked and trembled.

"Cock-hungry slut! Hot, horny bitch!" Bonnie cried.