Jane Fox - Swapping secretary

Rhonda McGrath brushed her long red hair into a shining auburn wave and sighed deeply. She managed to smile at her reflection in the bathroom mirror even though she didn't feel like it. She looked like the perfect picture of a loving wife, dressed in a transparent blue nightgown, getting ready for bed with her handsome husband Bill. She didn't feel loving, though. She didn't even feel excited, knowing that Bill was waiting for her in their wide double-bed. She just felt bored bored with her husband and bored with her nice, safe, suburban life.

She knew that she looked good. Her titties still thrust out, high and white and firmer than any other thirty-year-old housewife in the neighborhood. Her waist was trim and her asscheeks bounced provocatively when she walked. She still got whistles from truck drivers when she walked to the market to do the shopping. She was a beautiful woman and she knew it, but that didn't help any. She was still bored with her role as a housewife and bored with her husband, Bill.

She fixed a smile of eager anticipation on her lovely face and turned off the light. She would be horny and loving for Bill tonight even though she didn't feel that way at all. She wondered what had happened to their exciting marriage. Somehow she had become totally bored with her husband and she didn't know what to do about it.

Thank God Bill didn't seem to be bored with her. He was always eager for their lovemaking the perfect husband. She had been pretending to enjoy his kisses and caresses for almost a year now, but he didn't seem to notice the difference. She was glad that he didn't know how she felt. She was comfortable being Bill's wife, even though she was bored. She didn't want to change all that. She just wanted a little excitement. Life just shouldn't be this boring.

Bill lay back against the pillows and waited for Rhonda to join him. She was still in the bathroom, probably brushing her hair. He knew that she tried to look sexy and pretty for him. He wished he could tell her not to bother, but he didn't quite dare to say that. She seemed to be just as hot for his cock as she was when they first were married. He hoped that he could get it up again tonight. It was getting harder and harder to pretend that he was turned on by her. He loved her. She was a good wife and she had a terrific body. He wondered what was the matter with him. Other men didn't seem bored with their wives after only eight years of marriage. Maybe he should go out and get a mistress or something. He'd have to do something soon. He didn't know how much longer he could play the horny husband without a little outside help. Even his fantasies were wearing thin. Thank God she didn't seem to notice his lack of enthusiasm. He didn't want to hurt her for the world.

He drew in his breath sharply as Rhonda came in through the bedroom door. She really was lovely. She had an incredibly sexy body for a woman of thirty really more lush and young-looking than most teenagers. Any man would be proud to have Rhonda his wife. He just wished that he could feel a little more passion at the sight of her beautiful body. He forced an eager smile on his face. There wasn't much he could do except pretend. He would try to imagine that she was one of the sexy models he'd seen at lunch. He was pretty sure that his cock would cooperate. It hadn't failed him yet.

"Come here, you little sexy doll," he growled, throwing back the covers and patting the bed invitingly. "Mmmmmmmmm, you look good enough to eat."

Rhonda smiled back, succeeding in looking sexy and eager. She wished that Bill would eat her. She had read all about that in one of his girlie magazines. It looked like fun, but she knew that Bill would never do it. He never did anything exciting or different. Just the same old wham, barn, thank you ma'am stuff.

She reached slowly for the light. For a second she wondered what would happen if she left it on. Would Bill turn into a tiger and ravish her? Would he tip off her nightgown and lick his wet, hot tongue all over her body? The thought of good old staid Bill doing those wild thing almost made her laugh. She turned out the light quickly and tried to pretend that he was a new and exciting lover, someone she'd met in a bar and whose body she had never had before. She felt a slight tingle in her pussy. Her fantasy was working. Now, if she could only hold onto it throughout Bill's clumsy attempt to fuck her, she might be able to enjoy it. Maybe she'd even have an orgasm at last.

Din stopped smiling the minute she turned off the light. It was easier this way. He could just fuck the hell out of her and get it over with for another night. He inched for her roughly and pulled her warm body against his.

Rhonda sighed as she felt his hard cock pressing against her hip. He was nice and hard. She cuddled up against him, pretending that hewn someone else. Then she shivered and nibbled her leg against his cock. At least that part of it we all right. He had never failed to get hard when she climbed into bed. She thought about how it had been when they were first, married and she began to get hot and steamy with the memory.

The wedding had been huge and elaborate. Everyone said that she had looked lovely. She had been a vision of beauty in her virginal white gown. She knew that her face we a little more flushed the usual and her eyes sparkled a little brighter. She couldn't help it. There had been just one thought in her mind throughout the whole, long ceremony and the reception that followed. She was thinking about fucking for the first time, and she was so excited that she had soaked the pretty pair of lacy panties she worn under her gown.

At last it was over and she had rushed upstairs to change into her going-away dress. She listened patiently to her mother's embarrassed lecture about her wifely duties. She could hardly wait to get to Niagara Falls, where she would become Mrs. Bill McGrath in the full sense of the title.

Then she was there in that beautiful bridal suite, waiting in her brand new negligee, eager to discover the mystery of sex.

"Nervous, honey?" Bill asked, reaching out to grasp her cold hands.

She nodded and raised her face to his. They kissed and her head started whirling around again, in that breathless sort of way it had before, when they had petted a little too much in the front seat of his Chevy.

Bill carried her to the bed. Then he untied her filmy white gown and gasped at the lush curves of her body. She knew she was beautiful. Her mirror told her that.

Her titties were full and swelling, the proud dark red nipples sticking up saucily, quivering in excitement. Her pussy was creamy and hot. She couldn't wait for the touch of his fingers and then his hard cock.

She moaned as she saw the size of him. His cock was thick and long. She felt a little prickle of fear as she tried to imagine all that inside of her little pussyhole. She spread her legs widely and smiled at him. She was ready. At last she was going to find out what was so wonderful about fucking.

Bill knelt between her legs, his cock in his hand. He nosed it up against her tight, wet pussyhole and lowered himself gently.

"Oooooh!" she gasped. It felt like it was stuck, right at the entrance of her pussy. She was sure that he could never push it in.

"Oh, Bill," she moaned. "It's never going to work. It's just too big for me."

Bill laughed. "Just relax, honey," he instructed. "It'll work. You'll see."

She took a deep breath and tried to relax. The champagne she had drunk was making her head whirl around in circles. She felt him push harder and harder. She stifled her cry of pain. It was going to work. It had to.

Then she heard a faint pop and his cock slid all the way up her narrow pussy channel until he was snugly inside her, all the way up to his balls.