John Damon
Balling horny wife

CHAPTER ONE

Susan Landry peered up at her husband as he knelt over her naked body. Even though the room was pitch dark, she could visualize his features, could imagine his nice, thick cock, ramrod stiff, poising itself to plunge into her hungry pussy.

She wanted to shout at him, "Fuck me, John, fuck my pussy!" However, she kept her silence, well aware that if she made any such remark he would have been terribly upset and also very turned off. Sex with John Landry was all too seldom anymore for her to risk blowing any of her occasional chances.

She felt his cock head touch her cunt, his knob shoving aside her pussy lips and pressing against her ovaled cunt slot, already oozing thick cream from her anxious body. Susan just wished sex could be as important to John as it was to her, that her needs and desires could somehow be matched with his.

She heaved a heavy sigh of relief as his cock head penetrated her pussy and wormed its way into her. She tried to hold him there, with just his prick knob inside her foamy cunt so she could work her pussy lips around his cock, make her strong muscles hug and caress his cock head until he screamed for joy.

Unfortunately, he cared little for such subtle pleasures. His prick plowed into her body, driving through her warm cunt tunnel until he was buried to the hilt, his balls flapping against her ass, his stomach pressed against hers.

Susan felt like crying at the sameness of their sex life. She could already see in her mind every movement that would be made by her husband.

He held himself in the depths of her cunt, warm pussy juices swirling around his fat cock shaft. He pulled back to his cock head and then began stroking her pussy with short, powerful thrusts, in and out, his tempo never changing. His prick drove into her pussy until he had it completely buried and then he slid it back out, his prick stalk smeared with her sticky cream, and then plunged back in, repeating the process over and over until he was done.

Susan closed her eyes. Even in the dark, it was too painful any more to even watch. It was at times like this that she was glad she had enjoyed a somewhat full sex life in high school and college. She could at least remember how good fucking could be. Or maybe it would have been better not to know, then she wouldn't know what she was missing and might be less sad over it.

John thrust in and out of her cunt, his even tempoed strokes gliding with almost predetermined rhythm in and out of her cunt slot. She humped her hips upward, her pussy throwing itself at his cock, banging her body against his, forcing the pleasure into her cunt, making it enjoy what little there was to be found in John's robot-like fucking.

Susan could feel her clit throbbing with pent up desire, begging her for the touch of a hand, the softness of a pair of lips or the darting joy of a warm tongue.

She kept pace with his body, clashing against him in a steady gait. She flexed her cunt muscles, tightening her pussy lips around the thickness of his cock shaft as he drove in and out, forcing his stalk to massage her wet, fleshy cunt. Her cunt lips clung to his cream-covered prick as it slipped in and out of her pussy. She milked his cock with her cunt, almost as if she were masturbating him inside her fiery pussy slot.

His prick plunged in and out as he drove at her cunt, his speed never changing, one even stroke after another. Her pussy sizzled with fire, flames consuming her clit, the tensions so tight inside her that her pussy hurt and her belly ached from the hard knots tied inside her stomach.

She could tell that he was fast approaching his climax. His cock was swelling inside her cunt canal, expanding with each stroke into her creamy pussy. She humped faster, trying to force him to speed up, racing her body in a dismal effort to squeeze some bits of pleasure from his cock. Her pussy clung to his prick, her fires burning, but not yet ready to burst inside her to afford the precious, wonderful relief she needed so very badly.

His explosion came. John's body went suddenly stiff and he emitted one long, low moan and sprayed his hot jism against the inner walls of her pussy. She tried to picture the scene in her mind, as though that might help her own body to reach the cunt tearing orgasm she wanted to feel. She could almost see his fat, stubby cock spewing his thick, rich cum into her pussy as she felt his prick leap and twitch inside her cunt. His prick was pouring squirt after squirt of his spunk into her pussy, mixing it with her own creamy cunt juices, letting it swirl around his shaft and drown his thick cock head with its sweet nectar.

Susan felt his hips shove his cock at her pussy as he fired off the last of his load. John pulled out and her body quivered as she felt his cum follow, draining from her pussy gash, her body, aching from the frustrations that had built up inside, a tightness from which there seemed to be no escape.

But, she told herself, when a rubber band gets stretched too far, it breaks. And she felt just like that rubber band ready to break at any moment. Only, she thought, when I break, it will, be to break loose!

She reached for his cock, but he turned his hips away from her.

"What are you doing. Sue?"

She smiled at him, unseen in the dark. "I thought you might be a little messy. I'd be glad to clean you up. I've got a mouth and a tongue here that would just love to lick your prick shiny clean."

"Susan Landry!" She could hear the shock in his voice. "Watch your language!"

"What's wrong?" she taunted. "Let's fuck again, John. Come on."

"Susan! You know I don't like to hear that kind of talk."

She rolled over onto her side. "Come on. Big John. Let's fuck some more. This time we'll turn the lights on and I'll get on top."

"That does it," he announced, almost grandly. "I'll sleep in the other bedroom tonight."

"Don't be stupid, John. Get back in bed."

He paused at the doorway. "No. I don't know what's gotten into you lately, Sue. A lady doesn't use the kind of language you seem to favor these days. I really don't want to be around you when you get like this."

She watched his shadowy form disappear. If he didn't make her so angry, she would have cried.

What has gotten into me? She had asked herself the same question many times lately, and she knew the answer. Nothing. That was the root of her problem, she was certain. Nothing had gotten into her lately.

She stretched out on the soft bed and cupped her tits with her hands, unable to remember the last time John had felt the fleshy mounds or sucked her hard nipples with his warm mouth.

Her hands traveled across her flat stomach until her fingers touched the bushy hair that covered her cunt in a soft, tangled mat.

She let a finger brush lightly up and down her outer cunt lips, running it over her long pussy slit, still damp with her juices and Johnny's cum. Her pussy hurt, it throbbed with the desire to be allowed some kind of release from the tensions that hammered at her clit. She scooped some of the jism and juice from her pussy and licked it off her fingers. Oh God, she thought, it tastes, so good!

It had been years since she had tasted a delicious cock in her mouth. John would never dream of doing such a thing. Sex was to be done in the bedroom in the dark, with her lying passively on the bed while he shoved his prick in and out of her pussy a few times. And after he blew his load, it was time for a cigarette and then, a good night's sleep.

Susan knew, regretfully, that she didn't have good night's sleep any more. How could any one sleep when her cunt hurt so badly?

She spread her pussy lips with her fingers and gently stroked her pussy slit. She toyed with her clit, felt its hard, throbbing stiffness as it poked its little head from her cunt. She touched it lightly and felt a jarring shock blaze through her pussy. She massaged it gently, wishing there was some way to get her mouth against it, to draw it sweetly between her lips and let her tongue roam freely over and around it. She wanted to suck it until her pussy exploded in a million shooting stars that would fill the room with light and smash the dam in her cunt that held back the awful pressures of her body that cried out in the dark for an escape from the prison of her pussy.

Susan eased a finger into her cum-filled cunt slot and circled it around her opening, her entire body tingling as she touched herself. She slipped three of her fingers inside her creamy cunt and began stroking herself slowly. Her pussy throbbed with desire, as steaming hot as a fiery torch.

Susan's fingers stroked in and out of her cunt slot. Her hand was covered with her creamy juices and the sticky remains of John's cum.

She let her thumb roll around her clit, her tiny love button twitching with delight from her soft stroking. She could sense the building up of the fires in her body, her cunt humping against her hand as her fingers slipped deeply inside her burning pussy gash.

It was nice, very nice, but it still wasn't a cock and that's what she wanted most of all. Not just a cock that would plow her cunt opening and fill her with jism, but one that would make love to her. It seemed a strange term to her, but that's the way she had come to think of it. John had sex with her she didn't even have that with him. What she really wanted was a prick to make love to her pussy.

Her fingers moved faster as they slid into her cunt, massaging her pussy to its peak, an intense heat searing the inner walls of her cunt slot.

Faster and faster, she plunged her hand in and out of her pussy gash, her sweet juices pouring over her fingers. What a waste, she thought, when John could be drinking them from her body.

Her firm ass bounced up and down on the bed as she finger-fucked herself, her pussy readying itself for her explosion. Her cunt was tightening itself around her hand until the bombs burst inside her loins and her body bucked and leaped against her fingers as she fired off her load, creamy nectar flowing from her body to soak the bed covers. Her cunt squeezed her fingers, hurting to feel the touch of flesh, any kind of flesh, within her pussy.

She stretched out on the bed, curling her toes and letting the warmth of relaxation flow over her long, lean torso. It hadn't been much of a climax, she admitted, but, then, it never was when she had to bring herself off with her hand.

Her mind drifted, imagining all the things she would do with John, if he just wasn't so puritanical. Somehow, she thought, he had never escaped from the Victorian Age, and he just was not enough to satisfy her pussy's needs any more.

She imagined the thrills she could have sucking his nice fat cock and feeling him blow his thick wad into her throat, creaming her mouth with his hot jism while her lips sucked at his prick shaft and her tongue bathed his hard cock knob.

She felt a shiver pass through her cunt slit when she thought about having his lips pressed against her cunt, his tongue stabbing her hot pussy, scooping out her pussy honey and stoking the fires that blazed in her body, his lips sucking at her clit, tapping it with his warm tongue.

She even dreamed of him rolling her over, his hands spreading the cheeks of her ass while he plunged his fiery prick into her asshole, reaming her out, flooding her bowels with his steamy spunk.

It could all be so wonderful, she thought, if there was just someway to get John to cooperate, or, at least, try. But, she wondered, what will it take to do it? What sort of shock will it take to jolt him out of his set, deeply ingrained habits? How can I make him see what sex can really be like, the fun, the pleasure, the enjoyment that could be had if he would make the effort?

Susan was certain of one thing. Whenever he wanted to try, he would find his wife a most willing and anxious partner.

She let her mind roam freely in the dark, her cunt still bitterly disappointed. A few steady, uninspired strokes, with no build-up, no foreplay, just couldn't appease the hurt that lingered within her hungry pussy and her own fingers would never be a proper substitute for a real prick.

She thought again about buying a vibrator. It was an idea she had had with increasing frequency lately. Again, she decided that it might be nice and interesting, but it still wasn't what she wanted a man's prick.

She even allowed her thoughts to drift to another woman, something she had never tried before, but which had begun to greatly intrigue her. After all, she thought, sex with another woman wasn't really like sex with another man. It almost didn't even seem like cheating on John, at least not the way being with another man did.

With visions of beautiful women floating through her brain, Susan's eyes grew heavy and she closed them, falling into a troubled, restless sleep, her pussy still burning beneath the thin sheet tossed over her naked body.