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George Perry - The willing wife

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George Perry

The willing wife

CHAPTER ONE

Charles moved up the bed and between her legs, lowered himself slowly, entering her cunt as he came down. No foreplay. No tender wards or kisses. Just business as usual, she told herself. Never changes a fuck stroke or move for anything.

Jan hated the robot-like performance of her husband, but surrendered to the fact that she desperately needed a fuck, regardless of the quality. Even his sterile approach was satisfying, she realized, when the entire week was spent fantasizing about fucking.

She even daydreamed of making love to Charles, showing him the sensations her full, moist lips could produce on his cock. And she hungered for the sensations and tastes she would discover while doing it.

"Mmmmm" she cooed, slipping into her fantasy world. "It feels so good," she whispered in his ear, twisting and grinding furiously to reach the peak of excitement. The throbbing cock did feel good, she admitted. "Ohhh harder harder."

"I'm coming," Charles said through clenched teeth.

"Ohhh! Harder!" shea gasped. "Fuck me hard harder mmmm" She reached the summit and was over the top when Charles began his climax. She arched off the bed to meet his thrust, enjoying the spray of his juice on the flaming walls of her pussy. "Ahhhhh"

Moments later Charles withdrew his cock. She knew he would. Then he'd go straight to the bathroom to shower. He did. She waited to hear the shower running before turning on the lamp next to the bed and reaching for a cigarette. Charles didn't approve of smokiig. Come to think of it, Charles didn't approve of much. But his sterilized lifestyle got him the vice presidency at the bank and a comfortable life for her. And he was only forty-two! Plenty of time to become president if his loving wife kept her nose clean. If? That was a laugh. One false move and the whole town would know about it.

Janice Latimer started to open the door to the toolshed. Her thoughts had, nothing to do with the task of gardening she was about to begin. Instead she fantasized about the neighbors she knew would be watching her body as she pretended to work. An ego-trip for a frustrated, thirty-four-year-old suburban housewife.

But it was important for her to know that men still found her sexually attractive. The mirror told her she hadn't changed much with age tall, with dark-brown hair to the shoulders, doe-like eyes and sensuous lips, fully developed, firm tits and well-turned legs

Her episodes in the garden started by accident. She was planting a few geraniums when she caught her neighbor gawking over the hedges. A flush of delight filled her body and gave her something to think about all week. If he liked what he saw when she was wearing old slacks and an old baggy sweater, what would he do if she wore something a little more revealing?

It became a game. And she noticed her other neighbors straining their eyes too. So, while Charles spent his Saturdays at the bank, she put on a little show for the boys.

For today's performance she had chosen a cotton halter and a brief pair of tight, white shorts. It would drive them out of their minds, knowing her nipples were clearly protruding in the halter and her panties could be seen through the shorts.

She pulled open the door of the shed and walked quickly into the semidarkness.

"OH!" A startled gasp rang out from a corner of the shed.

Jan blinked her eyes, trying to adjust them to the darkness. Her heart was pounding furiously, but she didn't run. She could distinguish the couch in the corner with two naked forms squirming nervously.

"Larry?" she asked. "What are you" She cut the question off. It was obvious what her neighbor's teenage son was doing a naked girl was under him, with her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Gee, Mrs. Latimer" he gulped apologetically. He had just completed his penetration into the velvet softness of the girl's cunt when Jan entered.

"Is that you, Mary?" Jan asked.

"Yes Mrs Latimer" a meek voice answered.

Instinctively, Jan closed the door so her other neighbors couldn't see into the shed.

"Gee, Mrs. Latimer" Larry repeated, gingerly lifting himself off the girl and withdrawing his hard, glistening, throbbing cock. Even in the musty, mildew odor of the shed, Jan could smell the combined juices of fucking. "Please don't tell our parents," the boy muttered sheepishly.

"I don't know what to say," Jan said. She was trying to sound composed. But her eyes were locked on the boy's genitals, amazed at the size and hardness of his cock. She had never known any cock but her husband's and thought his prick was large. But this eighteen-year-old was huge by comparison. And the sight and smell of his cock took her breath away, driving her wild with desire.

As scared and nervous as Larry was, his prick stood defiantly. But his erection seemed to embarrass him more than even being caught with the girl.

"For now, Mary McCarthy, I think you'd best get your little ass out of here and go home," Jan said. "The way you came through the back. All the neighbors are out front."

"Please don't tell on us," the girl whimpered, pulling up her tight jeans and quickly getting into her sweatshirt, with the high school insignia stretching across her firm, fully developed tits. Jan couldn't get over the bodies these kids had.

"Just go home," Jan said.

The girl shot a quick glance at her embarrassed boyfriend, who seemed helpless before Mrs. Latimer, then slipped out the door.

Now Jan realized she was standing between the boy and his clothes and he did'nt know how to get around her. "How old are you, Larry?"

"Almost nineteen," he answered, avoiding her eyes.

"Almost nineteen. And popping all the young cherries in town. Probably wind up getting your ass in trouble as a result."

"I guess"

"You guess? You know damn well you will! But that big cock of yours is all you care about. I'll bet you're proud of that that" She couldn't think of anything else to call it that would sound vulgar. And she wanted to sound vulgar, like a tramp. Just let it all out in these precious few moments. Get all the frustrations out now, while the opportunity was here.

Larry was stunned to hear her using such language. In this well-bred Connecticut town, adults were careful not to use profanity in the presence of youngsters.

He wished his erection would go away so it wouldn't emphasize what he had been doing. And there wasn't anything he could find to do with his hands, so he kept them behind, his back, clasping and unclasping them. When he looked at the floor, all he saw was the swollen head of his cock. When he looked at Mrs. Latimer, pangs of excitement stirred in his groin and he knew that didn't help to kill his erection.

"I don't know what to do," Jan said, taking an uncertain step in his direction. "If I tell your parents you were fucking Mary McCarthy in my toolshed, Mary will be the only one to suffer in the long run. But if I don't say anything, you'll think it's all right and end up getting into all kinds of trouble."

"Oh no, Mrs. Latimer. I promise, it'll never happen again."

Jan laughed coyly. "I find that hard to believe."

She looked up into his eyes, realizing for the first time that the little boy from the house behind hers wasn't a little boy any more. The little blond kid was suddenly a handsome young man. And she found herself getting closer to him.

"I find it hard to believe you'll never look at another girl," Jan said with a smile.

Larry swallowed hard. "You know what I mean. I won't mess around you know until I'm older."

Jan reached up and touched his cheek. "Do I make you nervous?"

"No! Well, maybe a little," he stammered.

Her hand moved down and over his shoulder, stopping on his arm where she tested the bulge of his muscle. "I'll bet you're on the football team at school."

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