The Hot Wife's Indiscretion

CHAPTER ONE He was the first man she had ever seen nude other than her husband, yet she found herself prey to strange longings, somehow compelled by his magnetic presence. It was as though she had become a different woman. She sat up and impatiently but slowly worked her way to the edge of the bed. She was grateful to him for still being soft, so that she herself could make him hard. His thighs pressed close to her shoulders as she pushed her face into the curly mass of his groin. Victor's hands tightened around her hair as he felt her tongue slide through the soft ringlets of dark pubic hair surrounding his quivering c**k. Sandy swung herself around so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed with Victor's legs surrounding her. Clasping her hands around the back of his thighs, she pulled him closer to her. As she did so she could feel the tip of his waiting p***s pressing wetly against the soft white flesh of her throat. She tilted her head back slightly, allowing his erect member to spring up to meet her tongue moistened lips. She gasped slightly when she saw it, for he had not only grown several times larger, but also thicker; so thick that a sudden flood of moisture oozed ex-citedlv from the damp between her legs. She closed her fingers around his hardness. Her tongue darted across her lips, wetting them again as she pressed them to the smooth, rubbery tip. Victor sucked in his breath quickly at the sight of his hardened c**k disappearing slowly into Sandy's mouth. Soon he saw nothing but the top of her head moving slowly against him. Being inside her mouth was soft; it was warm; and as moist as entering a woman who had c*m several times in quick succession. He tightened his grip around her head and holding her motionless, thrust the full length of his lust-hardened p***s as deeply into her throat as he could. She choked as she felt the enormity of his c**k filling her mouth to the very entrance of her throat, blocking off her breathing. Victor pulled back quickly but she held him fast, and wishing her mouth was twice as big, began long slow diving motions up and down his passion-hardened shaft. Victor's breath became increasingly more rapid as he plunged deeper into her mouth. His hands slowly began the journey down her shoulders and across her soft white chest until at last he reached the hardness of her fully erect n*****s. He caressed each breast with the fullness of his hands, and taking the n*****s between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, squeezed them, making her moan at the exquisite pleasure coursing through her body. The room was filled with the rhythmic pattern of wet, lewd sounds emanating from their love-making. Victor could feel himself growing increasingly harder. The skin grew tighter and tighter around his c**k until he thought it might split. His thighs felt as if they were turning to solid rock. Knowing what was soon to follow, he gently withdrew from the heat of her mouth and leaned down to kiss her. Her mouth was full and soft, and as his tongue pushed further into it, he could taste the pungency of his own juices ... he put his fully open mouth upon hers, forcing her gently backward on the bed as he did so. When he had her lying flat on her back, he carefully explored the wet inner crevices of her mouth with his tongue. Their tongues mingled in a mock battle to see which of them could get deeper inside the other. Sandy moaned as she felt the full weight of him on her naked body. She wanted him to press her so hard she would be obliterated like nothing under him. She was mindless, knowing nothing but the feel of him on her, his tongue in her mouth preventing her from crying out . . . from begging him to enter her. Suddenly he stopped kissing her and lifted himself up so that he could look at her. She lay there dazed, her eyes wild and almost brimming with tears, her hair all over her head. He found her beautiful beyond belief. Her breasts stood up toward him, still tense and craving his touch. But he did not touch her then; he wanted to enjoy this moment before he gave her what she wanted . . . what they both wanted. She groaned and turned her head to the side. He noticed as she turned the delicacy of her ear, and leaned over to kiss the lobe. As he did, he whispered, "Let me return the favor." He felt her entire body jump as if from an electrical shock. "Oh, yes, yes . . ." she murmured rapturously, turning her head from side to side. He slid down and putting his arms about her, let the weight of his chest press on her stomach. He put his mouth over one breast and his hand around the other and sucked and kneaded persistently, listening as he did so to the sound of her voice calling his name over and over. "Oh, Victor, Victor . . . yes . . . yes, Victor, yes . . ." But he was in no hurry now. He savoured the fullness of her breasts as though he were deriving nourishment from them, finally putting them both together and sucking both n*****s simultaneously, almost in the same way she had sucked his inflated p***s a few moments earlier. Her whole body arched beneath him and he could feel her rubbing the soft wet pubic hair between her open thighs against his chest. She pushed and rubbed harder and harder, sideways and up and down as he pushed on her and licked her breasts until they were red and flushed with blood. He know he could make her c*m like that, but he did not want her to c*m just yet, so he released his hold on the delectable mounds of flesh, and let his tongue slide down the smoothness of her gently rounded belly. He paused there, letting his tongue go round and round on the contours as she steadily pushed her hips up to him. Then he pulled himself up and, kneeling between her legs, slowly separated the lips of her soft yielding p***y with his fingers. He contemplated the rose colored delight of her inner vaginal lips and her tiny red c******s which seemed to be quivering with excited anticipation. "What a beautiful cunt you have," he said almost religiously as he touched his tongue to her, and then, letting his whole mouth down upon her, softly began to suck it and tease at it with his lips. He heard her making a new kind of sound now; a lower, slower kind of groan . . . the sound she was making combined with the incredible woman taste of her welled up in him so that he thought that surely he must enter her now, but he waited still, and passing his hands around under her soft yielding buttocks, pulled her upward to his mouth and let her legs wrap around his neck. It was as if he had created a world of his own; his mouth and her cunt communicating to each other in the dark and smooth wet folds and tiny mounds of quivering woman flesh. Her hands held his head, pushing his face even deeper into her. She was grunting now and her whole body shook with each hard, flicking lick he gave her between her open legs. He shoved his tongue into the open, throbbing hole from which moisture seeped forth, making a tiny prick of it, and then substituted two of his fingers, then three, so that the tips of his fingers could touch that spot deep inside her body that would make all the difference to her. Still gently sucking her, he pushed his fingers in all the way and withdrew then as she screamed with pleasure, only to push them in all the way again. He pushed her harder and harder, and neither one of them realized that they were slowly pushing their way off the bed. Sandy's head was touching the floor when she suddenly came with a great cry, and Victor thought the force of her muscles contracting on his hand would break his fingers, yet he held steady as she writhed and twisted around his hand and under his mouth. He could feel the sweat standing out all over her sensuously undulating body, and he could hear himself laughing and saying, "Yes, yes . . . there it is, yes, Sandy baby . . . Yes . . ." He eased both of them down to the carpeted floor . . . looking around, he saw that they were on the other side of the bed. They had traversed all the way across the large double bed in their struggle. Sandy lay whimpering on the floor . . . her body glistening with perspiration. She took large uneven gulps of air. Her eyes still closed tightly, her face flushed with emotion. Victor lay on his side watching her a moment, then as she seemed to be catching her breath, he took her hand and placed it on the tip of his wet, throbbing p***s. She jumped at the contact for he was huge by this time. Her hand felt the shape of him tentatively at first, and then she began to move her hand up and down, pulling the foreskin all the way back with each movement. Victor suddenly stopped her, and spreading her legs with his leg, rolled over onto her. "Now I'm going to f**k you . . ." he said, placing his veined and throbbing member at the entrance of her open, wet cunt. He pushed slowly, knowing she would have to adjust to the size of him. Even though she was wet and slippery he would have to be careful not to hurt her. Her hands were at his face, caressing him. She raised her face to kiss him over and over. "Oh, darling, darling, my darling ..." She broke off as he gave a thrust and began to enter her tight, resisting little v****a. She gave a cry of pain, but he pushed again and slid almost all the way in. Sandy felt her entire being centered around the enormous rod sliding into her . . . there was nothing else in the world at that moment. She could only feel an acute wave of pleasure coming from this center, enveloping her in a height of ecstasy she had never before attained. White lights and sparks appeared behind her closed eyes. He was so big that she could not move to meet him; she had to wait for him to come to her. This he did and with one more push, he was as far in her as he could go. "There!" he groaned, and as he did so he felt her melting all around his thick, throbbing shaft. All up and down, her muscles went wild and he felt a suction as though she were trying to swallow him up with her cunt. She was screaming now, but he could not make out what. She wasn't making any sense. All he knew now was that he wanted to shoot so far up inside her that it would never come back down. He would make her his woman with this one shot; so that she would never be the same after this. He wanted her to crave his c**k in her in her every waking hour. "It'll be better than this," he was saying to her as he continued his relentless plunging back and forth ... he could no longer tell the number of orgasms she had had, it all melted into one long wail of joy. "It'll be better than this next time, baby, better than this ..." He felt it coming as though it were coming from somewhere behind him. He knew it was a lot before it got there; then it was there. "Aaaaahh!" he yelled as the gushing stream came rushing out of him in great spurts, and as it came he was thinking of filling her belly with him c*m until she couldn't hold any more. Her battered insides absorbed the sudden spurts of hot, thick liquid. It seemed as though it would never stop. Its warmth spread throughout her quivering body. This is what she had been waiting for . . . this was what she wanted. "You've really got it, baby," he said. "You've really got it. I think I filled your whole belly."