Shes Insatiable

Have you ever fucked a horny bitch while her husband weeps in the closet?

You haven't lived.

You're probably wondering how to get to be so lucky.

Ok, well the first thing is you have to meet the aforesaid horny bitch.

Barney's Bar, a run of the mill Tuesday evening; I was drinking alone, recently split from my g/f and in the mood for chasing tail.

Nothing much doing though. It was getting late and I'm on my umpteenth beer and considering calling it a night when she walks in. Brunette. Pushing forty but nicely preserved and dressed to please, poured into a clingy number that showed plenty. Good face too. Sexy.

She got a drink at the bar. The place wasn't busy but there were still several bozos checking her out. From the way she's sat, legs crossed, thighs flaunted, and the sultry pout of the lips, I can tell she's the sort who likes attention.

I get some eye contact going. She seems to enjoy it and gives some back. I know what a come-on looks like and I was detecting one here. As I say, there are other johns ogling too but I sense I'm in pole position. My competition wasn't that stiff, to be honest with you, and so I don't feel the need to dive in immediately. Play it cool, I tell myself. Couple of guys try their luck and get nada. After sending the second one away, tail between legs, she flicks me a smile that's distinctly promising.

A cock-teaser? One of those women who get a buzz from going out looking all desirable and getting hit on and saying fuck off?

Could be, I thought.

Only one way to find out.

"Hi, I'm Mark," I said, sliding in next door and giving her my best dazzler. She smiled back and I congratulate myself on the move. She looks even tastier close up. Sexy, yes, but classy too - top of the range cougar.

She extended a hand. "Sadie."

"Hello, Sadie."

She's grinning knowingly at me. "I was starting to wonder if you'd ever make it."

"Never in doubt."

"Well I'm sure glad you did."

She raises her glass and I clink with mine. It's a rocking good start.

We settle in, get to know each other over a couple of drinks. She's flirty and fun and time flies. We both know where this is heading and we're happy as larry about it.

"How old are you, sugar?" she asks.

"Twenny five ... about the same as you, right?" I say, snowing her.

"I love you already," she laughs.

Sadie suggests her place. She has wheels, she says.

"Fuck, yeah," I tell her, eyes on her cleavage, hand on her knee. It feels good and it looks good. My cock is hard as fuck. I want her bad.

"You live alone?" (Better just check, right?)

"My husband is away."

"Oh, you're married?" (Didn't see that coming.)

She nods and rolls her eyes.

"Where's the ring?"

A sly grin. "Honey, don't you listen? My husband is away. Not back till tomorrow ...

Late

tomorrow."

Ok, fair enough. Won't be the first married piece I've done.

"Visiting his sick mother," she says, looking me right in the eye.

I hold her gaze for a moment. I have a feeling she's testing me out. Then I shrug and say good for him. "Yeah, good for him," she smirks, and she slides off her stool and picks up her bag. If it was a test, I've passed with flying colours.

We walk to her car, a flashy sports job. "Nice," I tell her, as she fires up and gets going.

"Least Frank is good for something," she laughs.

"That the husband?"

"Yep."

"So what's the story?"

Sadie fills me in as she drives. It's pretty much as I expected. He's fifteen years older and she's bored shitless with him. Doesn't want to leave because she likes the financials. He's in business and doing more than alright.

"Kids?"

"God, no. He wanted kids but I'd rather keep my figure if you don't mind."

"Good call," I tell her, staring at her splayed legs. They're pretty stunning and her driving position is showing them off beautifully.

"Poor Frank," Sadie says, sounding amused.

She's noticed how I'm leching. She grins and hikes her dress to show me a bit more.

"You are fucking gorgeous, you know that?" I tell her. My cock is on fire. Sadie accepts the compliment with an enigmatic smile.

I slip my hand up under her dress. "Hey, I'm driving," she says, but she's giggling and it isn't really a protest. I go further and cop a feel between her legs. "Wanna fuck you, baby," I grunt.

"Patience," she teases and she removes my hand, but not before I've felt the wetness: this little honey wants me too, no question.

We motor a few miles out of town to a high-end neighbourhood. The house is large and secluded. It screams money. I get to know it well over the next twelve hours because we fuck like rabbits all over the place. Yeah, my numbers have well and truly come up with this one. She's got a dynamite body, really fucking lush, and she just loves cock. She can't get enough of me. There's nothing the hot little bint doesn't wanna do.

Doesn't mind talking about the husband either. In fact she seems to want to. Only just finished drilling her on the lounge carpet and she starts telling me how Frank spoils her rotten even though she's a terrible wife; how she treats him kinda mean but he puts up with it because he adores her.

"Stupid bastard worships the ground I walk on. He's just grateful that I stick around. Guess he knows I'm out of his league, huh?"

We're on the sofa now and just kind of kissing and smooching with each other. She's fondling my balls. It's nice.

"Yeah, gorgeous, totally," I tell her.

"And you know the funniest thing?"

"What?"

"I don't even put out for him these days. Told him I've lost interest in that sort of stuff."

"Could have fooled me."

She gives my cock a playful slap. "Ouch!" I go, then she kisses it better.

"I make an exception for cute young studs," she grins. "But me and Frank, no, we still sleep together but sleep is all that happens."

"He doesn't even try?"

"Not any more. He knows he's not getting anything."

I nibble at her large melons. "Doesn't know what he's missing, gorgeous, does he?" I tell her.

"I'd say he does actually. I'd say that he knows

exactly

what he's missing."

She's laughing as she's saying this.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, you know, just it's such a scream."

"What is?"

"Keeping him frustrated ... Been over a year now."

"Poor old Frankie," I say, fingering her sloppy cunt.

"Oh darling!" she moans. The horny bitch is loving what I'm doing to her down there.

"So your husband never gets any of this nice juicy pussy? Is that what you're telling me, sweetheart?"

"Never, baby."

"Well I'm honoured."

Sadie starts giggling again. "I let him see it though."

"Yeah?"

"Only because I know how much it torments him looking at what he can't have any more. Like, every night, he lies there in bed and I undress in front of him. Do it nice and slowly, almost like a little striptease."

"You're kidding!"

"No, honestly, I do. I fucking tantalise him. Oh my god, Mark, you should see how he gawps when I'm down to the lingerie. Expression on his face is hilarious."

"Starving dog looks at juicy bone," I chuckle.

She giggles. "Yeah, kinda like that. Poor guy. Then I taunt him a bit more by prancing around the room for a while in my bra and panties before I finally get naked and slip into bed. Give him a little cuddle before I turn away and say goodnight."

"Shit, poor bastard!"

"Awful, aren't I? When I want to

really

torture him I wriggle around and go off to sleep with my ass in his crotch ... Can you imagine?"

"Just about," I laugh.

"It drives the poor sod absolutely fucking crazy!"

"Sadie, you are one evil bitch."

She pouts and squeezes my cock. "But you like the idea, sugar, don't you?" she teases. "You like that you're getting what poor frustrated little hubby can't have."

I have to admit I do. I'm rock hard again.

"Take me upstairs now, darling. Fuck me senseless in hubby's bed!"

So I did, and I did.

In the morning her phone went off and it's Frank. Sadie takes the call in bed and she chats to him while I'm between her legs eating her out. She gets a big kick out of the situation, I can tell. So do I.

"Ok, hun, later," she says, wrapping it up. "Oh, can you do me a favour? Can you get something in for dinner, I don't feel like going out today ... No, I'm fine, feel like messing around in the house, that's all ... What? ... No, whatever, just surprise me, ok? ... Yeah, great ... Ok, bye."

"How's Frank?" I say, chuckling into her cunt.

"Be back about four," Sadie giggles. "Which leaves you time to screw his wife, what, another three times?"

"At least," I grin, and I slide up and get cracking on number one.

Couple of hours later she gives me a lift back into town, drops me off near my place. We swap numbers and she kisses me long and hard.

"Same time, same place then," I say.

Meaning see you next Tuesday. Frank's visits to his ailing mother being a regular weekly thing.

I can hardly wait. Little bitch keeps me simmering with a stream of x-rated stuff to my phone and by the time Tuesday comes around I'm fucking gagging for her.

Barney's again and she's late.

But worth waiting for, believe me, when she sashays in. Sprayed-on jeans, plunging top, heeled open-toe sandals, she looks fucking fabulous and she knows it.

Sadie smiles and waves, comes over to join me, and I'm immediately a hate figure for every guy in there.

"Hi handsome. Buy a girl a drink?" she pouts.

"Long as I get to bang her brains out," I reply.

Sadie doesn't blush, not even close. She goes wide-eyed and runs her tongue around her full red lips. "Got some lovely stiff cock for me, sugar, have you?"

"You bet."

"Mmm, ok, so what say we make this a rather

quick

drink?"

"Down in one, gorgeous, down in one ... Hubby got away ok, I trust?"

"Cooking dinner for his mother as we speak."

We're back at the house and screwing within the hour. The bitch is insatiable. We fuck on the floor, on the table, in the shower, on the sofa, you name it. It's even better than last time.

Later on, up in the bedroom, Sadie decides to call Frank at the same time as she's giving me a blow. I'm lying on the bed and Sadie places her phone on my belly, puts it on speaker, and proceeds to have a lengthy conversation with her husband while she's servicing me. I find it entertaining, to put it mildly.

"Hi, hun, just checking in," she trills, and she gives my shaft a nice long lick.

"Sadie, darling!" says Frank. He's overjoyed to hear from her, sad bastard.

She keeps him talking as she's nibbling away at my cock. There's a fair amount of "What was that, darling?" and "Darling, you're sounding a bit muffled?" coming from his side.

"Sorry, hun, I'm eating something," she says, eventually, gurning up at me.

"Oh, right. Something nice, darling, is it?"

"Mmm, very. Guess you could say I'm treating myself."

"What is it then?"

"Oh, you know, just something I fancied. Not sure you'd totally approve."

Frank is chuckling indulgently down the phone. "Wouldn't I?"

"Ok, so maybe you would. I feel a teeny bit guilty, that's all."

"Guilty?"

"You know, for treating myself while you're not here."

"You can treat yourself as much as you like, my darling, you know that."

"Can I?"

"Of course you can!"

"You're so sweet to me, Frankie."

"That's because I love you, Sadie."

"Yes, I know you do," she says, followed by a particularly good slurp of cock. "Mmm, this

is

delicious, I have to say. I really am enjoying it."

"So I hear!" quips Frank.

"And you're sure you don't mind, hun?"

"I definitely don't, darling girl, no."

I'm almost losing it by this point. Sadie's struggling too.

"So, how is she today?" she asks him, abruptly changing the subject.

"Not good, I'm afraid."

"Oh dear," says Sadie, grinning wickedly. "Seems to be getting worse, doesn't she? Poor old thing."

"Certainly no better," says Frank, and he launches into a detailed description of his mother's ailments. It sounds to me, listening to this, like she's approaching death's door or something but I can't say I listen that carefully because the beauty of Frank wittering on for ages about his mother is that it frees up his wife to really concentrate on my dick. Which she does: she takes me full in the mouth and she sucks and blows and teases and gobbles until I explode. It's absolute fucking heaven. Don't expect a better blowjob this side of the grave.

As I'm cumming I buck my hips and thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, pumping it as if it's a cunt, and the phone gets flung off my belly and on to the bed. We can hear Frank still talking ... "Sadie, are you there?" ... and we both collapse in silent corpsing laughter.

Sadie finally picks up and speaks. "Hun, I think my phone's playing up ... Yeah, I could hear you but you're not hearing me properly, are you? ... Sure, hun ... Yes, see you tomorrow ... Hang on a second, just thought of something. I have a couple of skirts at the cleaners. Can you be a real sweetie and pick them up for me on your way back? ... You're an angel ... Give my love to your mother, won't you?"

She tosses the phone down and we crack up again, this time not at all silently. We're cackling like a pair of hyenas.

"Just can't believe you, baby," I say, when I've pulled myself together.

"Isn't he a fucking klutz?" she giggles.

I had to agree.

We chat for a while about just what a dickhead Frank is. How she likes spending his money but can't really stand him.

"You know what I'd quite enjoy, sugar?" she says, naughty look on her face.

"Tell me, babe."

"You beating the crap out of him while I watch."

"Would you, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. He's pretty puny. Big hunk like you could work him over no problem."

"And you'd like that, baby, would you?"

"Mmm."

She's started playing with herself.

I take over. Only fair after BJ of the century.

I put my lips to her ear and whisper sweet nothings as I massage her cunt. "Want me to fuck him up bad, baby, do you?"

"Mmm, real bad."

"So, what, I beat the weedy little cunt till he's black and blue?"

"Yeah, baby, really hurt him. Make him holler the place down. There's nobody to hear except us."

"You're watching this, right?"

"Yeah, you've come crashing into the house and I'm pretending to be as scared as Frank, but I'm not. I'm not scared at all. I'm watching what you're doing to him and I'm loving every minute of it."

"Where are we exactly?"

"Here."

"The bedroom?"

"Yes, the bedroom."

"Ok, so I've got him on the floor and I've kicked the living shit out of him. He's writhing in agony. Now what?"

"Mmm, let me see ..."

Nasty little bitch is getting more and more aroused. Her cunt is dripping.

" ... Ok, you totally humiliate him. You make him beg for the beating to stop. He has to crawl to you and grovel at your feet. Lick your shoes and call you Master. All in front of me."

"I like it, babe, I like it."

"Then you strip him and you tie him up so he can't move a muscle."

"Ok, done that."

"And now you can

really

have some fun with him, can't you?" she says, kind of giggling and moaning at the same time.

"What about you? Time to drop the pretence and join in?"

"No, I just wanna watch."

"Watch me tormenting the poor bastard?"

"Yeah, exactly. I break open the popcorn while my dishy bad boy gets some stuff out and shows me what he can do."

"Stuff?"

"Yes, sugar ... You know, the things you've brought along to use on my poor little husband."

"Ok!"

"Wanna see how cruel my hunky lover can be."

"Now you're talking, baby."

"Point is to entertain me, see, so you come up with lots of fiendishly amusing ways to torture him. You take the little sod to hell and back and you take your time with it. You really make it last."

"What sort of things do I do to him, baby? ... Any ideas?"

She gives me a few, describes them in salacious detail. She has quite an imagination, Sadie, I can tell you.

"Jesus, poor little Frankie!" I chuckle.

"Plus anything else you can think of. You reduce him to a blubbering mess, basically."

I'm finger-fucking her hard now. She's squirming around on the bed, flushed and panting and close to climax.

"What if I piss all over his face? ... Would that be ok with you?"

"It would," Sadie giggles. "Take a dump on it too if you like."

"Aw, yuck!"

She makes a face. "I know. Just imagine!"

"Not sure I want to."

"And make damn sure he licks your ass nice and clean afterwards, baby, won't you?"

"I certainly will."

"Gets his tongue right up there."

"For sure."

"Should be grateful for the opportunity to be useful, Mark, shouldn't he?"

"Yeah, baby, fucking should. Maybe he ought to thank me when he's finished, what do you reckon?"

"I think he should, yes. He should say a great big thank you."

"Ok, cool. So is that it? Am I about done with him?"

"Yeah. You're getting bored with him now."

"Too right I am. How about I switch to something more exciting?"

"Such as?"

"How about I rape his wife?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

"Ah, so I

do

get to rape his hot slut of a wife. Thank fuck for that!"

"Course you do, sugar. You toss the snivelling little creep in the closet and then you drag his horny wife to bed and rape her. You do it several times 'cos she keeps screaming for more. Poor old Frank can hear everything. You listen to him sobbing as you enjoy his slutty wife, and you love it because you're a total bastard. You end up raping her for hours and hours and hours."

"Sounds like one horny bitch, this wife."

"She is ... She's the hottest little slut you've ever met in your life."

"I'm a lucky guy, aren't I?"

"Yeah, baby, you are."

I'm certainly feeling that way as Sadie snorts and shudders and cums all over my fingers before we snuggle up under the duvet and drift off to sleep.

Next morning, after we've fucked and got up, Sadie fixes me breakfast: eggs, sausages, toast, coffee, the works. Something else Frank never gets, she grins, as she dishes it out in the kitchen.

She's wearing this nothing robe, hair all mussed, looking very fucking hot and slutty. I lift it up at the back and give her a slap on her bare ass. She likes that. She gives a little squeal and scampers off around the table, sits down opposite to watch me eat.

"So, listen, that stuff we were talking about last night," she says, when I've finished.

"What, about me fucking up Frank?"

She nods. "Well I've been thinking."

"Oh yeah? ... Come up with some more ways to persecute him, baby, have we?"

She flashes a quick grin but she's looking at me quite intently. She has a devious glint in her eye.

"I can think of loads, yes, but that's not really it."

"So tell me, sweetheart."

"Ok, so the thing is ... what if we could make it actually happen?"

"Thought we were just messing about."

"Yeah, we were ... But what if we weren't?"

"How d'you mean, baby?"

"I mean what if you really did come to the house when Frank's here with me and you really did do all those things we were saying. You'd do that for me, sugar, wouldn't you? You'd enjoy it, right?"

"Yeah, sure I would, but ..."

She put a hand up. "Just hear me out."

So Sadie starts telling me about this brilliant idea she's had. How we could pretty much do most of what we'd been fantasising about if we went about it exactly as she describes.

I'm interested but I'm also drooling at her tits, which this robe of hers isn't doing much to cover.

"Concentrate, honey," she giggles, seeing where I'm looking.

"Sorry," I grin.

She pulls the robe in, puts her jugs away. "Better?" she smirks.

"I guess."

"Gonna listen now?"

"Promise."

"Ok, good."

She resumes and I do listen. It takes a while and by the end I'm starting to buy it.