Tina Carson moaned loudly as she began to move on the bed. She lifted her hips, her hands clutching at the bed covers, twisting them in her fists as she writhed in pleasure.
"Ooohhh ... oooohhhh ... mmmmm ... uuunnnggghhh ..." she moaned again. His tongue was driving her wild as he plunged it again and again through the folds of her pussy lips and into the depths beyond. Her juices were flowing freely as he slurped them up with relish.
She tensed as she felt a finger enter her, pushing through her slickness.
"Ummppphhh ..." she grunted as she felt a second finger inserted alongside the first. He slid them in and then slowly withdrew them.
"No ... no ... no ... no more teasing Jim ... faster ... please ..." she pleaded, thrusting down with her hips trying to get his fingers deeper inside her.
His tempo increased. Tina could hear the sucking noise from her pussy as his fingers sloshed about inside her. She felt her orgasm building.
She almost exploded as she felt the tip of his tongue tease out her clit.
"Oh my ... oh my ..." she groaned as he took the swollen nub into his mouth and sucked.
"Oh fuuuck ..." she shrieked as her orgasm took hold and hit. Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through her body as she came to her shuddering climax.
"No ... please ... no more," she moaned as the fingers continued to pummel away inside her, his tongue still lashing at her lips. She clamped her thighs around his head, squeezing as she tried to stop him.
"Please no more Jim, it's too intense," Tina said as she sucked in air between her teeth. The feeling was far too much to take anymore.
Jim moved up over her body. He lay between her legs as she spread them wider for him. She felt him push his cock at her pussy trying to force it through the outer folds of her labia.
As usual he was struggling. She took hold of his erection and guided him to her hole. He pushed forward excitedly and grunted with satisfaction when he entered her.
His hips rose and fell as he began to move rhythmically, pushing his cock in and out. Tina grunted with every one of his strokes. Her arms closed around his body, her hands stroking his flesh, relishing their closeness. He picked up the pace and groped her breasts, nipping at her erect swollen nipples.
Tina could just feel him as his cock stiffened and he came. She thought she felt a small shot of cum enter her and then it was over.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.
"God that was intense," he breathed shakily, "I've never seen you so worked up before when I've gone down on you like that. I take it you enjoyed it?"
"Uh huh," Tina replied as she brought her breathing under control. The orgasm had indeed been wonderful but she couldn't help but feel somewhat let down yet again.
In spite of everything she loved her husband. He was her bedrock, her foundation, the father of her baby. Well as far as she knew he was. She liked being married to him and she knew she depended on him for so many things.
Her problem though was sex. She'd come to realise she liked and wanted good sex, something it seemed Jim was unable to give her. Their sex life had become oh so predictable. He would go down on her and bring her off with his tongue and fingers and then would roll between her thighs and fuck her to his own orgasm. The problem was that he didn't last long and this for her was becoming deeply unsatisfactory.
She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help but compare him to her lovers.
Well, not exactly lovers. It wasn't as if she had deliberately embarked on a series of affairs. They were more one night stands with a random selection of men who over the course of the last couple of years or so had taken her and used her for their own satisfaction. Men with whom it had been non consensual and reluctant sex brought about either by her drinking far too much booze or by them blackmailing her.
The unfortunate part was that each one of these men had been blessed with a bigger cock than her husband and they all certainly had a better technique. It seemed they could carry on a whole lot longer than Jim, which meant that she always came to multiple cock induced orgasms after being relentlessly pounded by them.
* * * * * * * *
It was Monday morning, the start of a new working week and Jim Carson was dutifully sat at his desk immersed in paperwork. As usual he had come in early. He liked to get ahead of his work load before leaving the office for his appointments. It's what made him one of the best salesmen at Foremans Mechanical Sales.
This particular Monday was better then most and he was feeling pretty good about himself. After all, it wasn't every weekend he managed to successfully fuck his wife.
"Morning everybody, if I could have your attention for a few minutes ..."
Jim looked up to see his boss Mr Brownlee standing just inside the door of the sales office. Stood next to him was another man whom Jim didn't recognise.
"I'd like to introduce Greg Hanson to you. Greg has joined us today from our Western Counties Division and I'd like you all to give him the usual warm Foreman's welcome. His job whilst he is with us will be that of sales consultant, but not in the true context of that particular position."
Mr Brownlee saw the look on Jim's face. "This does not overlap your position or job Jim. This is a new role we have created to best utilise Greg's skills set. I'm sure he will prove to be an enormous asset to the company." Mr Brownlee scanned the office, his eyes briefly flickering across Jim's countenance.
"Right, carry on everyone." He looked back over towards Jim.
"Jim, can we have a chat."
Jim followed Mr Brownlee from the sales office and into his private office.
"Close the door behind you Jim," he said.
Jim closed the door and took a seat in front of Mr Brownlee's desk.
"Jim," he started, "I know you're really busy at the moment but I want you to look after Greg for a few weeks, help him get settled in, show him the ropes. He's just moved into town so doesn't know his way around and doesn't know anyone here."
"Okay, no problem," Jim replied, "I suppose I can do that, help him get acclimatised." He smiled.
"Very good Jim," Mr Brownlee said, "I knew I could count on you. Take him with you on your calls for a few days, let him get used to what you do. He may find it beneficial."
Jim rose from his chair and returned to the sales office. Greg was sat behind a desk, rocking back in the chair, his hands behind his head, a smug smile on his face.
"Hi," Jim said holding out his hand, "I'm Jim Carson, pleased to meet you. Mr Brownlee has asked me to show you around for a few days, help you get settled in. I've just about finished what I need to do here so I'll be ready to go in about ten minutes, okay?"
Greg brought his chair down with a thump and shook Jim's outstretched hand. "Fine with me," he replied rather abruptly.
* * *
By the time they returned to the office, Jim was heartily sick to death of Greg Hanson. He found him to be full of his own importance. Anything Jim had done he'd done it more times and better. Jim thought he was a complete bullshitter and had already grown to dislike him intensely after just a few hours.
The following day, Greg declined to go out with Jim.
"There's no need," he smirked, "I know what I need to do and where to go, so I think I'll pass on your baby sitting services today."
"Suit yourself," Jim replied, relieved that he didn't have to put up with him for another day.
Returning to the office later that day after his last appointment he found Greg sat behind a desk with his hands clasped behind his head. He was leaning back in his reclining chair holding forth.
As he entered, Jim heard someone ask Greg if he was married.
"God no!" he replied, "there's no way I would tie myself down with any one woman. There's just too many out there that I haven't fucked yet."
Jim couldn't help but join in the conversation. "So you think you're a bit of a player then," he quipped sarcastically.
"Ah Jimmy, you're back ... so soon? Business not good today then?" he replied with a smug look on his face.
Pleased with the sour look that flashed across Jim's face, he continued. "I don't think of myself as a player ... I know I am! I'll fuck anything that moves, be it young or old, a virgin or someone's wife, it's all the same to me. I just like to fuck and I'm good at it! When I select my target it's a sure thing, no woman can resist the Hansonator!" He laughed at his own joke as he lewdly grabbed at his crotch.
Jim rolled his eyes. He'd heard enough. As Greg laughed loudly he turned and left the room with a fresh look of distaste on his face. From that moment on, he didn't just dislike Greg he despised him.
* * * * * * * * *
It was Friday night and that part of the town centre where the bars and clubs were situated was very busy. Greg Hanson strolled down the street feeling very relaxed and sure of himself. As he walked he scanned the groups of scantily clad young women as well as the groups of the more mature ladies. He was on the prowl, a big cat hunting his prey.
'Ah yes, this one will do' he thought as he stopped at the entrance to one of the clubs. He entered and worked his way through the crowd of people towards the bar. He had picked this club because it had the brightest lights. He had no great master plan when choosing which club he would go into, in time he would visit them all.
As usual for a Friday night the bar area was crammed. A gap opened up to his right. He ignored it. He was looking for something in particular and it wasn't a drink.
Ah there! He spied a likely looking candidate. As he moved towards her he had time to appraise what was before him.
Starting at the bottom she was displaying a lot of solid looking but very nice lower leg, the shapeliness of her calves accentuated all the more by her shoes, which had to be a 4" heel. And her stockings were a colour he liked to see on a woman's legs. So far, so good!
His eyes travelled further. Fairly short skirt, nice curvaceous thighs. Oh, nice plump ass. Certainly fills out her skirt he mused; very tight!
He moved up close behind her. Natural blonde ... mmm. This one has definite potential. Just hope I'm not disappointed when she turns around he thought. He pressed into her arse making out he had been pushed from behind.
"Oh sorry," he said as the woman half turned to look over her shoulder.
"That's okay," she replied as she turned back to the bar trying vainly to get the attention of the bar staff.
It was all he could do not to shout out. She was perfect. Yes we have a result! She wasn't beautiful by any means but she certainly had something going on. But what? He thought about it briefly before it came to him. Ah yes, she had a certain sensuousness and overt sexuality about her. He'd caught just a glimpse of her flashing blue eyes and her full red lips. That was enough to convince him that this was to be his chosen victim tonight.
"Having trouble getting served?" Greg asked as he elbowed his way in to stand next to her. He dropped his eyes and nearly gasped as he caught sight of her breasts. Holy fuck he thought as he saw her massive tits jutting out through her flimsy top.
"Oh ... erm ... yeah I am actually," she replied, "I just seem to be getting ignored."
'I'm amazed anyone would ignore you with tits like that' he thought. He smiled. "Right, can't have that can we, certainly not someone as gorgeous as you, it's not right." He winked at her and then turned to immediately catch the eye of one of the bar staff.
"What were you wanting?" he asked quickly.
