Steve Golden - The Spunky Wife

Bonnie Grant slid her hand down her husband's belly and grabbed his limp cock. Her fingers squeezed the prickshaft and pumped it three or four times. Then she shifted to his bails and cupped the soft sac in her palm. She glanced into his face, waiting for his reaction. Her cunt was wet and ready.

He was sleeping soundly. It was seven in the morning and he'd worked late the night before. The poor guy was exhausted. Still, that was no excuse, thought Bonnie. They'd only been married six weeks, and he should be ready and willing to fuck her at all hours. Her fingers swept back up and curled around the bulk of his prick. She began to pull on it gently.

He shifted in the large bed, but he didn't wake up. Bonnie propped her head up on one hand, and with the other she went right on jerking him off. She was determined to get him awake and aroused. She wanted her early morning fuck. If she didn't get it, she'd be cranky all day.

His prick began to grow in her hand. It was stiffening nicely. She smiled to herself and watched his face, amazed that he could still be sleeping. Her fist made soft flapping sounds under the sheet. He rolled toward her slightly and she had to change the angle of her strokes, but she didn't miss a beat. She squeezed her fingers extra tight on the cockshaft.

"Mmmmm, hey!" he grunted, opening his bleary eyes at last. "What's going on here?"

"You're getting a hard-on, that's what!" Bonnie giggled. "And your naughty wife wants it inside her, right now! What do you think, Rodney? You man enough to satisfy her?"

"Mmmm, but it's seven in the morning, honey!" he groaned, glancing at the clock on the night-stand. "I've got to get off to work, you know that!"

"Isn't your new wife more important than a silly old job?" She jerked his cock extra hard, bringing it closed to full erection. She could feel her cunt growing wetter and wetter by the second.

"Don't you ever get enough?" he asked wearily. "We must have fucked every day since we were married!"

"We've missed exactly four days," she said. "Remember, you were out of town for two weekends."

She quit pumping his cock suddenly and let it snap back against his belly. She shoved the sheet down so that he could see her glorious young body. She was naked. She'd squirmed out of her nightgown as soon as she'd awakened. Her legs fell open lewdly and she peeled the lips of her wet cunt open for him. Thick folds of bright-pink pussy gleamed in the morning light.

"Roll over on top of me, lover-boy," she said. "I need your hard cock inside me real bad. I'm your horny little bitch and I need my morning fuck!"

Rodney stared at her for a moment.

"Come on, lover, hurry! My cunt is soaking wet!" she moaned. And she grabbed hold of his cock again and tugged on it.

He shifted his position slowly, raising himself, then settling down between her spread legs. He didn't have to touch his cock. She guided it expertly down between the swollen folds of her cunt. He eased forward and watched the cock-head and over half the shaft disappear inside her. Then his belly lowered down onto hers and the rest of his hard-on slid up her cunt.

"Oooooh, yes, lover! Now fuck me hard!" she gasped. "Ram that big hard cock in and out of your hot little bitch!"

Rodney began to pump in and out slowly. And he gripped a hand to one of her enormous tits. He was still amazed at how gorgeous she was. She still had the face of a sweet young teenager, but the body of a full-grown woman. His heart skipped a beat when he gazed at her big blue eyes, her turned-up nose and her pouty little mouth. Then his cock would harden when he looked at her trim little ass and waist, and her thirty-eight-inch tits.

"Call me names, lover. Call me your horny little bitch!" she moaned suddenly. "Call me a dirty little cunt and a hot cockteasing slut!"

Again he looked at her, surprised at her language.

"But, Bonnie, sweetheart, you're not my bitch, or my slut!" he gasped, still fucking her steadily. "You're my wife and I love you dearly! As far as I'm concerned, you're almost as much a virgin as when I married you!"

Bonnie felt a slight pang of guilt. Rodney had asked her several times before they were married if she was still a virgin. It had seemed important to him, so she had said yes. He hadn't even wanted to fuck her himself, saying he wanted her pure on their wedding night. And so she had lied, and played a little charade with him during their rapid three week romance. She wanted to be married. She wanted to be out of her family's house and off to a new town. So for Rodney's sake she'd pretended to be an innocent virgin.

Of course, she was neither a virgin nor innocent. She'd fucked at least fifteen guys before she'd stopped counting. And right up until the morning she left town with her new husband, she was enjoying the services of her latest lover, a bum named Stan who had picked her up in the local supermarket. Stan had felt her up in back of a stack of fruit, then finger-fucked her in a quiet corner by the dairy case. She'd spent the rest of their first afternoon together in his van in the parking lot, fucking and sucking up a storm.

On the morning of her wedding, Stan had showed up at the back door of her parents' house. She'd snuck him up to her room and let him fuck her silly, just minutes before slipping into her wedding dress. That night, during her first fuck with Rodney, she'd felt a little guilty. She still had Stan's cum swilling around in her cunt.

It wasn't too hard to fool him though. All she had to do was moan a little as he eased his cock into her. She whimpered and cried a bit, and told him his cock was too big for an innocent little girl like herself. Then she proceeded to give him the hottest fuck of his life. He thought her sudden enjoyment of sex was all the result of his expert teaching.

Now six weeks had gone by, and she was a bit surprised at herself. In all that time, she'd fucked no one but her husband. Of course, she'd kept him so excited that he'd managed to service her every day but the four he was out of town on business. Those were the only tough days to get through. If she hadn't had her dildos stashed away, she might have attacked the mailman or something. When poor Rodney returned from his trip, exhausted, she damn near raped him in the doorway. They fucked right in the hallway, with him still in his business suit.

Lately, it seemed tougher and tougher for him to keep up with her, though. He was working hard down at the office. Sometimes he was so tired in the evening that he could barely get it up. That's why she'd started getting him hard in the early morning occasionally, while he was still fresh. That way she could relax for the rest of the day, her cunt freshly pumped full of cum. It kept her out of trouble and allowed her to be his sweet and innocent young wife.

"Fuck me, lover! I feel like your bitch, whether you like it or not!" Bonnie groaned suddenly, clawing her fingers into Rodney's ass. She wanted to shove her finger up his asshole, one of her favorite tricks, but she was scared he'd cum too soon.

"You're my wife! Move you!" he gasped, his movements getting shorter and quicker on top of her.

"But couldn't you call me dirty names, just once in a while?" she asked. "It really gets me hot! Go ahead! Call me your bitch, your cunt, your slut!"

Rodney couldn't do it. He just couldn't. He fucked in. and out of her wildly though, excited by her talk in spite of himself. He watched her big tits jiggle and roll on her chest, the nipples jutting up high. He forced her knees down, spreading her legs wide open. His thick cock slid in and out of her like a greased pole. His balls slapped into the crack of her ass.