It was after midnight and I was lying in bed wide-awake, horny as hell, playing with my pussy, trying to get myself off. My husband John was asleep next to me snoring loudly as he always did when he slept on his back.
He had gone to sleep right after he fucked me. It was his usual five-minute fuck with his usual quick squirt, after which he kissed me on the cheek and said, "I love you." Then he rolled over and went to sleep. After a while he turned over on his back and started to snore.
John hadn't traveled in almost two weeks and I hadn't been properly fucked since his last trip. I thought about Bob's big cock and those long half-hour fucks as I stroked my clit. I was nowhere close to gettin off. Shit!
My mind flashed back over my life. I had just turned twenty-seven and had lived with my husband in a great suburb of Orlando for four years. We lived in a gated community in a lovely home with a pool and a golf course view and a great club nearby. And I loved my husband except ... except ... he couldn't give me orgasms!
John and his partner Bob specialized in Maritime Law -- what the English called Admiralty Law. The English have a fancy name for everything. Both John and Bob had great reputations so they traveled a lot all over Florida consulting with other lawyers about complex maritime cases, especially those that involved British ships in American waters.
Bob was single and I'd been fuckin him regularly for two years -- every time John went out of town. We'd been careful and no one knew about us. There had been only one close call a couple of months after we started fucking. John came back a night early and called Bob's cell phone on his way home from the airport about a meeting the next morning. If John hadn't made that call he would have walked into our bedroom with Bob in the saddle pounding away and me gruntin and pumpin my ass like a whore − but we made it with a few minutes to spare.
Bob is a fabulous fuck! He has what he calls his "nine-inch-pussy-pleaser" and although that damn thing may not be nine inches, it's bigger than any dick I ever saw. And I've seen a few.
I was not into big dicks in college. I fucked a dozen guys before I met John and what turned me on was not cock size, but stamina − a guy with the stamina to last long enough to bring me off. I take a long time to cum. Bob has a lot of stamina − and I've also discovered that a big dick speeds things up. I thought John had stamina when I married him but I was wrong − it was whisky and he doesn't drink that much now.
Bob's a slow fuck but he cums fast when I blow him. And Bob's rough with me and I like that. He treats me like a whore and maybe that's what I am, but Jesus! He fucks good. He fucks for almost two hours with very little rest and always gives me two big orgasms -- sometimes three. Two or three days of that kind of fucking and my whole pelvis is loose and relaxed for a week.
Then John comes back home and climbs in the saddle and I get a little five-minute fuck that does absolutely nothing for my pussy. Usually, like now, I lay in bed after John goes to sleep and play with my pussy like a high school girl and think about Bob's thick cock and masturbate till I cum.
Sometimes I think about Bob rolling me over on my belly roughly, grabbing my tits and squeezing them hard, then shoving that big thing into me and pounding me doggie with one hand squeezing my tits and the other massaging my clit. He fucks me like a slut with both of us grunting and sweating till I cum and then he pumps a big load of jism deep inside me. He always waits till I cum before he does, except when I'm doing him cowboy and he can't hold it.
My mind went back to that first fuck with Bob. That had been two years ago. A night that has become like a dream remembered -- actually more of a fantasy that I often use when I masturbate.
Bob and John and I had scheduled dinner at the club but John got a sudden frantic call from Miami about a surprise trial motion and had to fly down to read the testimony and advise the attorney how to handle it. Bob picked me up to take me to dinner.
John and I had been married for about two years and I had become tense and depressed for a long time because my sex life was such a disaster. Alone with Bob at the dinner table sipping after dinner cordials I had several more drinks than usual. I wasn't drunk but I was feeling the alcohol. Bob was a big, attractive man and I caught myself having several sexually explicit thoughts about him.
Bob and our golf pro were both good looking single guys and the gals in my bridge club often speculated who they might be playing around with. Like most clubs we had our share of "trophy" wives whose husbands were a bit older and sometimes neglected them. Now, a neglected pussy is a needy pussy and my bridge partners often speculated about Bob and his buddy satisfying those needs.
I was thinking about him fucking some horny trophy bitch when he asked me to dance. As we began to dance, I molded my body to his, a bit closer perhaps than was proper. He held me in his arms when the music stopped and then we danced to the next song. This time when I pushed my belly close I was certain he had an erection!
I pushed closer and when Bob knew I'd felt it, he reached down, casually, and positioned his cock up against his belly and pulled my body tightly against it. Erotically, I rubbed my belly against him. I needed to fuck. He got the message.
When the music stopped he whispered, "Are you ready to go?"
I nodded. There was no mistaking what he had in mind and I was just as eager as he was. I hadn't been properly fucked since I got married. Maybe Bob could do the job my husband couldn't do.
When we stood next to his car in the dark parking lot he took me in his arms and kissed me. He grabbed my ass with two hands and pulled me close. I could still feel that big hard on when I pressed against him. When he got me home I hopped out and pushed the code to open the garage.
"Better put your car in the garage," I said. "You never know who might drive by."
We headed straight for the bedroom. Neither of us had any doubt that we were going to fuck. Standing by the bed he kissed me again and I felt his right hand creep up under my blouse and begin exploring my tits. He popped my bra up and only minutes after we got upstairs my tits were naked and jiggling in his hand as he played with 'em. I was glad my tits were big and full and firm.
He played with 'em for several minutes -- jiggling them, working on my nipples and squeezing them. He was having fun. So was I. Then he moved his hand down. The top of my skirt was loose enough so his hand slipped in easily. He rubbed my belly for a while then moved under my bikini panties and down towards my pussy. He began tickling my mons. I have a thick hairy beaver that a lot of guys at the university liked to play with and he ran his fingers through the curly hair.
Then I felt a finger start stroking my clit. It was as hard as a rock now and my pussy was dripping wet. His middle finger moved down and slipped easily into my vagina between my wet lips and I spread my legs a little, so he could get inside me better. If he had had any doubts about whether I wanted to fuck, he knew when he felt the dripping wetness of my vagina that he was gonna score -- my pussy was getting ready for him. I was gonna spread my legs wide for his pleasure -- and he knew it!
He'd found exactly what guys are always looking for -- easy pussy. Damn! That felt so good after two long years without a decent fuck. This is so damned relaxing. I love it! This guy knows how to handle a wet pussy. I sure hope he knows how to fuck one. And I hope he's got stamina.
He took his time. He was getting me ready to fuck! He kept working on me till I was ready. Then he kept on working until I was MORE than ready. He really had me! I needed it! And the bastard knew it!
