Jeff Collins
Always willing wife

CHAPTER ONE

Angela Perrini watched her husband, Dom, stuff spaghetti into his face while he watched her big, braless tits bounce as she moved around the kitchen.

God, he was a handsome bastard when I married him, she thought, and always hard, always ready.

Now he's ready and hard only on Friday nights, after he's slopped up enough beer before he comes home and enough Chianti at dinner.

It wasn't Friday, it was Wednesday. That was why Angela was so surprised that Dom was looking at her tits with that gleam in his eye. Shit, she thought, that's all I need, for him to change his fuck schedule! Wednesday night was her dance class with Mario. They did very little dancing.

"Want some more?" Angela asked, Dom grunted and nodded.

She spooned more spaghetti on his plate and refilled his glass with Chianti.

"Some more greens, too," he growled.

Angela swiveled luscious hips in the direction of the refrigerator and got more salad. Long black hair fell forward to hide her face as she set the salad on the table.

Her husband's eyes caressed her body.

"You got something on your mind, I can tell. But forget it… I've got dance class tonight."

He grinned. "Yeah, I know. Go play footsie with your little faggot friend."

Dom thought that. Mario was a queer. If he only knew.

Dom hated faggots. He preferred tits, and Angie's tits quivered unrestrained, the way he liked them, behind her low-cut blouse. The dark centers swayed back and forth behind the white fabric and the nipples were hard. He licked his lips and shifted in his seat to ease the strain in his crotch.

As he walked around his chair toward her own, he slid a hand up her thigh, his thumb probing past unshielded hair and into the wetness of her cunt. His cock twitched, but she only patted his head patiently, standing still for his pleasure. "Cool it, Dom. The food'll get cold." Her nose wrinkled at him and her black eyes joined her lips in a practiced smile. She didn't like him much.

Her tits bounced as she sat down. Dom's eyes strayed on them, staring. She stared back at him. She could tell from his expression what his dull mind was thinking: "Do I want to fuck or eat?"

Then he made his decision.

He ladled meat sauce over his spaghetti and tasted it, wrapping it around his fork and following it with a hunk of fresh bread. "Good stuff, Angie. Better'n usual."

She took a bite herself and watched him stuff food into his face. He was a sloppy eater, sauce dripping onto his chin, the pasta dribbling around his lips, and he didn't reach for his napkin. Angela closed her eyes as she answered. "I'm glad you like it, Dom."

There was silence for the rest of the meal. At last it was over. Angie quickly deposited the dishes in the sink and made for the bedroom. "I'd better hurry. I'll be late for class."

She pulled her leotard and slippers from the closet and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a pair of swelling tits the size of grapefruits.

Her eyes fell on Dom in the mirror. He was licking his lips as he gazed at her huge, bare tits. His hand caressed his cock through his pants as he stared at the dark circles in their centers.

"Go on," he said.

Oh shit, Angela thought, tonight of all nights he wants to fuck!

"Dom, I'll be late."

"Go on!"

She undid the zipper at the side of her short skirt and let the cloth pool around her ankles. She wore no panties and the dark thatch that extended in a sweeping triangle from her navel, reaching toward her hips and diving between her thighs, didn't quite conceal the pinkness of her slit.

Dom leered. He reached down and pulled his dick out of his pants, then came up behind her and ran the huge cockhead up and down the crease of her ass.

Damn, oh damn, he's got a nice prick. If the bastard only knew how to use it! "No, Dom, not now!" But she could feel her body responding as the cock caressed her cunt hair between her thighs.

"I got the itch, Angie."

"Why didn't you have the itch last night, when I did?" she replied.

"Who knows? But I do now. And so do you. Your pussy's wetter than hell!"

It was. She could feel her juice oozing from her cuntlips and dripping down her inner thighs.

Damn, damn, damn the bastard, she thought. But, why not? She would still have enough left for Mario – more than enough.

Her nipples were stiffening and she brought her hands to her tits and belly. The working fingers jerked the flesh, twitching the stubby buds of her nipples and moving the lips of her pussy so that her clit seemed to pulse with desire.

Dom reached for her, one hand going to her cunt, a finger pausing to caress her clit before diving between the lips to stroke her inner pussy.

Angela dropped to her knees to mold his prick in her hands. She watched his face as she undid the pants and pulled his massive cock farther into the open.

You dumb bastard, she thought, staring at the enormous tool, I would never have started fucking around on you if you'd given me as much of this as I needed!

Dom ran his fingers through her long black hair and tickled a tit. He was quiet, breathing hard, smiling, and when she gently rubbed his cockhead with a fingernail, he gasped.

She played with his balls, rolling them in their soft, hairy sac. She caressed his cock, running the foreskin back and forth over the head, inserting a finger under the moving skin, titillating him with her knowing touches.

He kept grinning, but his touch on her nipples became more urgent. He pinched them until she groaned. He clamped his fingers into her scalp, cruel and brutal.

She winced and tried to pull away, but he kept her close. "Don't hurt me, dammit! I'll do it. Real good!"

He pulled her head toward him and she bent to his cock.

Ten inches long and a little over two inches thick, his prick was big. But she was able to suck it into her mouth with no trouble at all. He pulled her harder against him, forcing her down on his dick. She resisted and began to swirl her tongue around his cock, swabbing, stroking, probing into the tiny slit at the top. Dom gasped again and his hands lost their urgency. Her mouth was skilled. She knew just how to suck him to give him the most pleasure, and the tongue thrusts were just the start.

Her head began to bob, lips sliding on and off the massive shaft. More and more of his meat disappeared into her throat with every stroke.

At his urging, Angie slid down until his cock pressed the back of her throat, but the nest of his hair was still three inches from her lips. She angled her head until she could feel his cockhead slipping into her throat. She swallowed, letting the constrictions of her muscles suck his dick until he groaned. Then she drew away and let only her tongue touch the head. She puckered the skin around it, holding it firmly, warmly, in her fist, and probed. Dom gasped.

His clenched muscles relaxed and she went down on him again. She wanted to bring him off as fast as she could, for when she managed to exhaust him it was always easier. She would be more than just hot and ready for Mario. She would rape him!

Her tongue swirled and tickled. She nibbled, pumped, and when she sucked, the pressure of her cheeks made him moan softly with pleasure. She drove down again and lodged his cock in her throat, her lips and nose being tickled by his coarse pubic hair.

She swallowed and her tongue licked out to touch his balls and knead the root of his big prick. Her mouth was strong and soon his muscles clenched again. She could feel the tension in her hands that rested on his asscheeks, but she didn't stop. She sucked and swallowed harder, faster, and when he began to gush she swallowed his cock a little deeper.

The steaming cum streamed, spurting, into her throat. She sucked it all, drained every drop, and only when he sighed, pushed against her shoulders, and said, "That's enough," did she stop.

She lay back on the cream-colored shag rug while he zipped up. He moved slowly, his cock and his vitality both drained for flow.

Angela almost wished that she had fucked him after all, when she saw his cock disappear in his pants. But Mario would satisfy her.

"What time you gonna be home, Angie, baby?" Dom leered, eyeing her huge tits. "Maybe I'll want another little taste."

She knew that was a lie. He'd had a good come. He was done for days. "Late. Mario's gonna show me a new routine."

Dom shrugged and headed for the kitchen and his beer.

Angela smiled. Mario always had a new routine for her.

Mario was short, very dark, very sexy, and he loved to fuck. Angela knew he was fucking most of the women who came to his dance studio. But she didn't care. Angela didn't care how many other women Mario fucked. As long as he fucked her.

She walked into the studio with her eyes full of, "Let's fuck!" She hadn't even bothered to wear her leotard, or her pantyhose, for that matter. After Dom had gotten his blow job, he hadn't noticed what she wore.

Angela had a fantastic body, and she knew it. Like her eyes, her body said, "Let's fuck!"

"You are ready, aren't you?" Mario said.

"You don't know how ready, darling," Angie purred. "Let's go up to your apartment… now!"

He lived above the studio. Without waiting for his answer, Angela headed for the stairs, moving her ass as much as her skirt would allow.

Inside the room, there was no need for preliminaries. He closed and locked the door. By the time he turned, Angela had slipped the zipper on the dress and let it drop to the floor. Her nipples showed darkly through the thin material of her bra.

One hand moved toward her back to unfasten it. "Let me," Mario murmured, and caught the hand.

Her hand crawled up his arm, as his other arm went around her. She moved against him, her tits spreading across his chest, her cunt mound grinding against his rising cock.

His mouth dropped to hers in a passionate kiss. Her mouth was hot, open, full of tongue. She wormed her body against him, working her hips hard and fast and making little frantic sounds in her throat.

They were like two animals, and they both knew it. There was no pretense at love, or friendship, or the hypocrisy of "getting to know each other". The only thing that mattered for them at that, moment was the meeting of his cock and her cunt.

Angela leaned her head back, her lips at last lifting from his. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her lips were stretched across her white teeth, as if she were in pain.

"Hold me harder," she moaned, adding a purring sound in her throat and grinding her cunt harder against his dick. "What do you want tonight?"

"Everything," Mario rasped, using a free hand to undo his belt and fly.

"Me, too."

He kissed her again and felt the full warmth of her magnificent body melt against his.

His fingers found the clasp of her bra, unsnapped it, and pulled it from her shoulders. At the same time she had removed his shirt. As the bra fell away, the full firmness of her tits burst forward to meet his naked chest. Her nipples were like two hard, hot buds as they pressed against his skin.

He fumbled with her panties.

"Rip them!" she gasped.

With one pull, he shredded them and felt the wet softness of her cuntal lips rub against his groping hands.

She slid to her knees and clawed at his pants and shorts until he was naked.

She put her hands around his cock and skinned back the foreskin. His cockhead bounced in front of her eyes, cum already oozing from its tip. She put one hand at the very base of his dick and the other right next to it. She still had inches of magnificent cock left over. The blood-filled veins throbbed in the huge shaft.

"Suck it a little, baby."

"I just sucked off that asshole husband of mine. I want some meat in my cunt!"

"You'll get it," Mario laughed. "Just suck it and get it up a little harder!"

Eagerly, Angela opened her mouth and placed her lips on his cockhead. Just the tip went inside her mouth. She widened her, lips farther. Still the whole knob wouldn't enter. Mario placed his hands on the sides of her jaws and massaged them. Her mouth, fell open and his velvety knob went inside her mouth, throbbing on her tongue.

"Now suck on it, baby, and move your head like it was your cunt," he directed.

Angela hefted his heavy balls in one hand and started sucking on the knob of his big prick. Slowly she felt his hips start to move and felt the big cock slide effortlessly into her willing throat. It didn't hurt. She didn't gag. She sucked harder, loving the hardness of his giant hunk of meat as it slid over her tongue and down her throat.

Then her lips were touching her hand and she knew she had almost all of his prick inside her. She removed her hand from his cock and started, to take even more of it. She didn't mind sucking Mario's cock, because she knew there would be more – lots more – later.

Mario felt his knob expanding inside her throat, and no matter how hard he fucked her jaw, she took more.

She was some kind of woman. Angela had been the only woman he had ever been with who could handle that much of his cock in her mouth. Then her head was bobbing furiously back and forth. Her moans around his cock only added to the boiling sensation she was creating in his cum-filled balls.

"Wait," he suddenly groaned, pulling his rigid dick from her face and lifting her by the armpits. "Now you," she cried.

"The bed!"

He carried her to the bed and laid her gently on her back. Then he crawled between her upthrust legs and rocked back on his haunches to look at her. The sight of her white body writhing against the darker bedspread almost made him come without even fucking her.

"Eat me," she panted. "Jam that long tongue of yours inside my pussy and lap the hell out of me!"

Quickly, Mario dropped between her thighs and his face ground into the dampness of her pussy.

Hungrily, her cunt came up against his mouth. It was wet and eager to be lapped. His tongue stiffened and slipped between the drooling lips of her pussy, and in another second he was eating her into a violent climax.

"Suck it loud!" Angela urged as she ground her pussy against his mouth. "I want to hear you eating me!"

He kissed her clit, sucked one cuntlip into his mouth, nibbled on it till she couldn't take any more, then switched to the other.

Peeking over her belly, he watched her tits rocking back and forth on her chest while she gyrated her hips. Both nipples were tight little buds. He took them in his hands, gently massaging them with his fingertips. They felt warm to the touch and he wanted to stick them both in his mouth with her cunt.

"Yes, yes, oh, God, yesssss!" Angela wailed. "Tongue it, Mario. Tongue the cum right out of my cunt!"

She licked her dry lips. It was just about there. She felt it rising up from her toes. She was coming. Her face flushed and her heart pounded wildly in her chest. A thin layer of perspiration coated her soft skin. The bed shook and her sweet cunt-smell filled the air, drenching both their senses. Goosebumps lined the back of her arms and mushroomed on the flesh of her asscheeks.

"Suck me! Bite it hard! Yessss! Ahhhhh, stick your tongue in deeper… more, more… more! Don't stop! Aaaeeeaahhh, Gooooddd!"

She exploded sweet cunt juice into his mouth. It gushed like an outgoing tide from her palpitating pussylips.

"Hmmmm, sweet juice," Mario hummed as he sucked and swallowed the syrupy honey from her hole.

"Now, baby!" Angela wailed. "Now! Ram it in! Fuck my cunt while I'm still commminnng!"

Mario slid up her body, positioned the head of his dripping cock at the center of her slit, and rammed home.

"Oh, shit, fuck me, you bastard, screw me, you fucking bastard!" she screamed, digging her nails into his rhythmically pumping asscheeks.

Mario gloated above her, knowing that he had ignited her fire, and that he could put it out.

He pivoted up on his knees and elbows above her crazily thrashing body, letting her tight cunt suck up and down the pulsating length of his rock-hard cock.

"Oh, yes, fuck! Fuck me like that! Do it, do it!" she chanted hoarsely, her voice rising in delight.

Mario slipped his hands under her quivering asscheeks, cupping one luscious globe in each hand. The aroused young wife flexed and unflexed her buttocks beneath his fingers. He jerked her harder up to his meat, feeling her pull her thighs back a little more, the moist opening of her pussy dilating and clasping around his digging cock with each thrust he made into her.

Slowly and methodically, he slid one hand toward her tight asshole. He rested his extended finger on the sweat-dampened flesh of the puckered rear opening. He felt her buttocks tense beneath his hand when he poked at the little hole, and then felt her push back, impaling herself on his finger. With a sudden stab, he pushed, feeling the soft, rubbery flesh yielding.

"Aagghhh!" Angela squealed up at him, wiggling her pumping asscheeks around in his cupping hands.

He thrust forward with his hips, driving his rock-hard cock deep in her throbbing pussy and groaning in satisfaction as she came down hard with her buttocks, completing the finger-fuck into her asshole herself.

Mario lodged his finger all the way up to the second knuckle in her rubbery asshole. He wormed it around, curling the tip so that he could feel the ridge of his own cock through the thin membrane.

Angela rotated her buttocks on the finger, gasps of pain-pleasure bubbling from her lips as she jerked up and down with her pulsating cunt on his cock as it continued to fuck into her.

"Ohhh, yes, yes, stick your finger up my ass like that, Mario! Fuck me, yessss, fuck me!" Angela commanded in a voice that was wild with desire.

She moved one hand between them and found the sac of his cum-inflated balls. They felt soft and velvety, resting gently against the tips of her fingers. She squeezed lightly.

"Jeeeessus," Mario moaned when she gripped the sac of his balls more firmly in her hand. He increased the strength of his thrusts, ramming the entire length of his cock all the way into the deepest part of her cunt.

She could feel the blunt rubbery head against her cervix as it completed its stroke. He pulled his lust hardened prick out more slowly than he had driven it in, and the soft ridges of her pussy gripped his cock as though reluctant to let it go.

"Ooooh, God, oh, so good, so gooooood!" she groaned.

"Jesus, Angie, baby, your old man's an asshole if he isn't fucking you every hour of every day," Mario groaned.

"Ohhhh, oh, oh, deeper… harder! Fuck me, fuck me!" she begged, gasping as though she were close to death. Wet, smacking sounds reverberated through the bedroom. She looked up into his handsome face and loved what she was doing, loved giving herself so completely to the man who fucked into her like a wild stallion.

Her sensual body was slick with sweat. The skin above her quivering tits was soaked with perspiration, and the area of her pussy was hot with the mingled juices that seemed to spill out in an unending flow from her cuntlips. With each loud slap of his balls on the wet crevice of her ass, she could feel more of her juice pulse out.

"I'm close, baby!" he groaned.

"Me, too, lover! Oh, shit, Mario, do it! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she chanted into his lust-contorted face. She was nearing her own orgasm, close… so close. She swung her thighs up higher and wound them around his back, waving her writhing ass in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his ramming prick.

"I'm coming… I'm commminnng!" she suddenly shrieked, locking her ankles in a death-grip high up on his back. Her convulsing body shook and arched high as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to her own.

She felt the muscles of her cunt expand and contract. Her pulsating cuntal lips grasped his hard driving cock as a hot flood of female cum flowed down the split crevice of her ass to cover his balls. The wildness of the naked brunette's orgasm started an aching pressure in Mario's cock. Suddenly he felt his sperm-filled balls explode. He pulled his finger from her asshole and dug his hands into the soft flesh of her wildly rotating butt. He drew her body up in mid-air as great gasps of passion began spewing from his throat.

"Oh, Christ, OH!" he moaned as his orgasm ripped through him. His strokes increased. His belly smacked like a sweaty board against hers as the first spurt of his hot jism shot from the head of his cock and exploded deep in the depths of her sucking pussy.

Again and again the boiling jism erupted from his balls and shot into her willing, eager body.

Finally the two of them pulled slowly away from each other. But his dick had barely slipped from her cunt before her mouth had enveloped it. She mewled low in her throat as she sucked the mixture of both their juices from his meat.

"Jesus, baby, what are you doing?"

"Sucking your dick hard again, lover. I need more. Tonight, I need a lot more!"