Have you ever come back from a job interview feeling unclean? Have you ever been interviewed by some retard who told you that because you have a college diploma, you're overqualified? Or too good looking? Or, god forbid, too sexy? That was Tina's problem.
Tina had a Masters in Philosophy. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Guaranteed unemployment, right? Studying the great philosophers, most of whom were pissing in the wind, was a testimony to Tina's brain power. She was as smart as a whip. But not very smart when it came to picking a husband.
Her interview lasted an hour, during which time the guy kept staring at her breasts. He asked her if she could take dictation and type? Hello??????????? She was applying for an developer's job in a software company.
She was a respectable housewife, married to Ralph for almost twenty years. She had a 19 year-old son, Ralph junior, whom she called Junior. He was a sophomore in college, majoring in something or other. All she knew was, he spent most of his time on porn sites, beating off to mature videos. She found his wastebasket full of Kleenex. She had opened his laptop one day and found the sites bookmarked. Lots of 'mom and son' stuff, especially the Japanese videos. Someday she might ask him why he had so much free time. She never discussed her sex urgings with Junior because she thought it was inappropriate.
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She wanted to get relief in the worst way. She figured going back to work would keep her mind off her pussy. Well, it wouldn't be long now. As soon as she finished the dishes she'd go into the living room where her husband Ralph was watching television, climb on his lap, and whisper a few lurid suggestions in his ear. That ought to get her what she wanted and needed, and fast! Tina grinned wickedly to herself as she finished washing the dishes, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Ummmmm," Tina sighed, getting excited just thinking about it. She could almost feel the heat of Ralph's big hairy body as he climbed on top of her. She could imagine his cock swelling against her belly. She could feel the intense excitement in her wet pussy, except for one thing: Ralph didn't engage in foreplay. Which was okay, because at the moment she was as hot as a firecracker.
To hell with the household chores. Moaning, dizzy with lust, she glided out of the kitchen. She couldn't understand why she should be so intensely horny, but most likely it was the crappy job interview. It was like being horny after a funeral.
Ralph was lounging in his favorite chair -- a recliner -- watching a Patriots game, a beer in his fist. He was wearing jeans and t-shirt and slippers, the perfect picture of the working man relaxing after a long hard day. Ralph was a welder and he really did work very hard -- by union standards. He had barely graduated from high school; he was almost expelled for being a bully. He was tormenting a transsexual class mate, but luckily the principal was gay. He understood the thug mentality of students like Ralph, especially this early in life. He gave Ralph a final warning -- get with the program or leave. Ralph left and had his diploma mailed to him.
He didn't go to the prom because he didn't know how to dance. Not that kids actually danced at the prom. They rocked back and forth, rubbing their peckers up against their prom dates. Needless to say, Ralph didn't have a girl friend. He just entertained himself by jacking off.
We fast forward to the present day. Ralph was a union man, which meant he didn't have to worry about being laid off. He had job stability, as it were, and was a good provider. And Tina had a feeling he'd really go for the little surprise she had in store for him.
"Hi, honey," she purred, slipping onto the arm of his chair.
"Uh-huh," Ralph muttered.
He was deeply engrossed in the game, and Tina knew better than to block his view of the screen. She nudged her hip against his shoulder. She'd wait until half time before going full bore to get his attention. There were few things Ralph liked better than fucking and football was one of them.
"They ought to kick that guy's ass," he mumbled as the wide receiver fumbled the ball. The score was tied at this point. Tina knew he wasn't talking to her or to anybody in particular. It was part of the ritual for him to complain. She looked down at the guy she'd been married to for twenty years. He was still strong as a horse, big, and powerful with 17-inch arms. His barrel-chested physique had really turned her on when she was younger and it still did.
Tina was in grad school when she met Ralph. Everyone said she might have had a career as a model or a dancer, or at least make good money as a pole dancer. But she had an IQ of 160 and wasn't about to suck dick for a living. All her closest friends expected her to be a career woman. Instead she married a high school misfit, Ralph West.
Tina's mother cried, and her father wouldn't speak to her for almost a year. Everybody said she'd thrown her life away with Ralph, that he'd never amount to anything. But now they had a home in the suburbs, two cars, and every labor-saving gadget imaginable. That's because he was a union man, a welder. He never worried about being fired, or terminated as they say. But Tina didn't marry Ralph for his money, because in the beginning he didn't have much. She'd married him because he had a big dick and he knew how to use it. He drove her wild. Even at the age of twenty two she couldn't get enough of him.
It was a new experience for Tina. She'd never lusted after a man before. She was always in control of a situation. She was still a virgin when she met Ralph. But only for two weeks. That was exactly how long it took Ralph to sweet talk her, and then fuck her. She didn't resist one bit. On the contrary, the moment she saw Ralph, she knew she was going to lose her cherry to him.
It had happened one Saturday night at the drive-in. She doesn't remember what movie they were supposed to be seeing. The car windows were so fogged up, they could have been at the beach. After the movie , Ralph found an isolated spot to park, and in less than five minutes they were at each other like animals. Some people would say they had good chemistry.
It was a night of "firsts" for Tina. It was the first time a guy had taken off her bra and seen her full breasts; it was the first time a man had removed her panties or seen her pretty pussy; it was the first time she'd seen or even touched a cock. But most of all, it was the first time she'd been fucked.
Tina remembered the whole evening so vividly, she could practically climax just thinking about it. She recalled that Ralph had her totally naked in less than ten minutes, and she hardly knew how it happened. He removed all his clothes, too, and helped her into the back seat of the car. Tina knew she was about to lose her virginity, and she was a little scared, a little apprehensive.
For such a big guy, a guy who could easily crush her with one blow, he was very gentle. He never tried to force her. He found that funny little lump of flesh between her legs, and he knew what to do with it. He rubbed her little joy button gently but steadily, and before she knew it, she was squealing and creaming all over his fingers. He had her very hot, panting, and wet in minutes.
She'd been dying to find out about sex, but Ralph was the first guy she ever really wanted to do it with. She waited, breathless, while he took her soft hand and laid it gently on his erect cock, letting her feel what it was like. What does a girl think about when she holds a guy's cock for the first time?
She felt a fleshy shaft, covered with a slippery foreskin, and it felt velvety, and had a nice feel to it. It wasn't totally rigid, but had enough flexibility so she could bend it around, twist it a bit. It sprang from a thick bush at the base of his belly, and it had a mushroom head. He called it his knob. When she tentatively caressed the knob, it drooled bubbles of clear viscous liquid onto her fingers. This made her want to smear it around a bit, and when she smeared it, more liquid could ooze out. She learned it was pre-cum. While she was impressed with her new find, she thought she heard Ralph's voice: "Baby, I want you so bad..." She thought 'baby' sounded nice, considering she already had an pulsing itch in her rectum, and she was wet as hell.
Tina hadn't said anything, no protesting, no fake bullshit about what kind of a girl did he think she was. She had her legs open, waiting. Ralph didn't know the meaning of foreplay; he thought it was a golf expression. Since Tina was already totally sizzling, he could skip the niceties like licking her neck, sucking on her nipples, or nibbling on her ear. What he was looking at was a panting blond with her hairy gash exposed, and her thighs glistening. He didn't waste any time.
"Easy," he whispered, "easy . . . it's gonna hurt a little. Always does the first time. But it'll get better, honey, I promise ..." She trusted him completely. It did hurt initially but not too bad. She had stuffed a cucumber up herself a few times. It hurt like hell when he gave a brutal shove and tore through her hymen. She clenched her teeth trying not to scream. "Now it's gonna get better," he whispered.
Again she trusted him. She clung to him, kept her legs open, and let him do it to her slowly, deeply, steadily until at last she began to understand what everybody was so excited about. She finally understood why fucking was so highly rated. By God, it felt good. In fact it felt terrific. She'd never had so much fun in her whole life.
After that first time, when Ralph took her virginity, she had her first orgasm and Tina became insatiable. She simply could not fuck as much as she wanted to, or long enough. That was always the problem, because Ralph would get off too soon. Just when she was warming up, he'd dump his load. Then she'd have to use her fingers to bring herself off. They got married three months later, so they could screw in a bed, not in the back seat of his car.
Now, twenty years later, things had changed. Ralph still had the powerful body that turned her on so much, but beer and lack of exercise gave him a paunch. His hair was receding, leaving him bald in front. He used to be a union Democrat, and now he was a right-wing Republican. At least he wasn't an Evangelical because he thought religion was bullshit. A lot of things had changed by the time Ralph reached forty -- but Tina still loved him anyway.
The only thing that really bothered her, the only change she didn't like, was that Ralph didn't seem so interested in fucking any more. Statistically this was not unusual, but a wife doesn't want stats, she wants to fuck. But Tina, as we know, was no dummy. Maybe he was bored. Maybe he was fucking someone else. He was only forty.
Sitting on the edge of his recliner, she thought about how to turn him on. It sure wasn't like the old days. She had to come up with more attractions, not the usual re-runs. She went to the gym, and did a lot of squats. That gave her a bigger butt, and she knew Ralph loved her ass. She stopped shaving her pussy, and she knew Ralph loved the natural look. Her pubic hair ran up to her navel, and back to her ass. When she got hot, her labia thickened and opened, allowing pussy juice to trickle out. Her groin looked totally obscene with her open pink slit and all that hair.
Today she was not wearing panties. No thong, nothing. From her cunt to her anal pucker, along her perineum, it was a visual feast.
Tina leaned down and blew in his ear. No response. She stuck her long wet tongue in his ear and wiggled it around teasingly. He blinked and grunted but didn't take his eyes off the game.
While she waited for the game to end, Tina hitched up her skirt -- not that it needed to be any shorter. It was already so short that her ass cheeks were exposed whenever she bent over. And Ralph was a leg man, so she gave him an eyeful as she pretended to dust the coffee table. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse to show her plump cleavage. Ralph was a tit man.
During the next commercial she leaned down to kiss him, intending to thrust her soft tongue deep into his mouth in a way that would really get his attention. Instead, just as she started to lean down, Ralph's big fist came up, holding an empty beer can.
"Gimme another beer, okay, honey?" he said, his eyes still glued to the TV.
