She had inspected herself in the mirror and knew she looked as sexy, if not more so, than many of the women in those men's magazines. She had nice long legs, curvy hips, a trim, tiny waist. Her high-riding, full ripe tits poked out saucily from beneath the semi-sheer lace, nipples taut, cleavage deep and inviting. Her face was pretty and fresh-looking, and her flame-colored hair hung nearly to her waist. A man would have to be pretty well out of his mind not to be turned on by her appearance.
She strolled into the bedroom where Steve was standing in his shirt, socks and shorts-not the most romantic outfit in the world, but it would have to do. She paraded past him a couple of times before he finally came out of his daydream and noticed her. She paused in front of him, letting him have a nice long look at her. He smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt.
'That's a pretty outfit,' he said. 'Did you buy it for the Bahamas?'
'No, Steve,' Dana said, 'I bought it for you.'
'For me?' He sounded puzzled.
Dana walked over to him and slipped her arms around his neck. 'I've been thinking about you all day,' she purred. All year would have been more like it.
'Oh, yeah?' he said, starting to grin.
He finished unbuttoning his shirt and she rubbed against his broad, hairy chest. She tugged her nightie down a little, freeing one stiff red nipple, rubbing it against the wiry hairs of his chest, feeling wickedly excited. Steve indulged her for a moment, then drew away and went to hang up his shirt. Dana stretched out on their king-sized bed, hoping her pose was provocative and seductive. So far, Steve hadn't acted very turned on by her.
She watched impatiently as he removed his socks and then his shorts. Disappointment clouded her lovely face. Steve had no trace of a hard-on, but she wasn't ready to give up yet. It was their last night together for a week, and she really ached for a good hard fuck. Something to keep her satisfied all through their days and nights apart. She smiled and patted the bed.
'Come join me,' she told him.
'Uh, huh,' Steve replied absently. 'Just as soon as I get some clean pajamas.'
'Darling,' Dana purred, 'you won't need pajamas. Not tonight.'
Steve wandered over to the bed, looking a little impatient. 'Honey,' he said, 'I've got some papers I really should look over before tomorrow.'
Dana took a deep breath, trying to hold her temper. 'Steve,' she said sweetly, 'you also have a wife who is leaving tomorrow for a week. Can't you spare me a few minutes?'
'Oh, sure, honey, I'm sorry,' he said, sliding onto the bed.
Dana was grabbing for him even before he hit the bed. She ran her hands all over his lean, hard, naked body, and she kissed him hungrily, running her hot little tongue into his mouth. She rubbed her body against him, caressing his cock with her pouting mound. Was she mistaken, or was he starting to show some interest? He slipped his arms around her and tickled her tongue with his own.
'Mmmmmm-hmrnmmrnm,' Dana purred.
She ran her hands up and down his body, loving the feel of his firm, hot flesh. Steve had always turned her on like crazy. When she was eighteen she had been determined to remain a virgin till she got married, but one look at Steve had changed her mind instantly. He had succeeded where all her other boyfriends had failed. In fact, she had let him fuck her senseless on their first date. Luckily, he had married her anyway-and she had been a pushover for him ever since.
But in the past couple of years, she had to admit that the magic had gone out of their marriage. Steve just didn^t have the old interest in sex, and consequently their fucking had gotten very routine, not to mention rare. Well, tonight was going to be different, Dana told herself with determination. Tonight it was going to be like the early years of their marriage, when they couldn't keep their hands off one another.
She wriggled her tongue around Steve's tongue, and he ran his hands down to clutch her firm little ass. He pulled her tight against him and she felt his cock give a lurch, and then start to grow. She creamed furiously, a big hot flood which soaked the crotch of the new nightie. It excited the hell out of her to feel her husband's cock mushrooming against her belly. She felt it grow long and rigid and throbbing.
'Mmmmm,' she moaned.
She reached down and fisted Steve's ballooning prick.
She loved holding his cock when it was growing, feeling it force her fingers apart, feeling it drool into the palm of her hand. She pumped his cock as it swelled, and Steve began to breathe hard. His prick throbbed heavily in her hand. She could feel the taut outer skin and the hard molten core beneath. They broke off the kiss, and he started to roll her onto her back.
'Jesus, you sure got me hot in a hurry,' he told her with a grin.
'Yes, and I'm going to keep you that way,' Dana said, pushing him back.
'Honey, those papers.'
Dana frowned. 'Steve, I'm just as important as those damn papers,' she said, 'and I'm not going to see you for a week. I need you, honey, and I don't want just another quickie, okay?'
'Okay,' he replied with a sigh.
Dana thought he sounded like a dutiful wife, and she was almost tempted to tell him to forget the whole thing. She did not like to beg, but she was desperately horny, and desperate for some attention in bed, and if she didn't get it from Steve there would be nothing at all for a whole week. She pushed him onto his back and knelt beside him, bending low till her hot breath fanned his stiff-standing eight-inch prick. She fisted the thick hairy base and moved the gleaming purple head towards her lips.
'You hardly ever let me suck you anymore,' she scolded.
'No time,' Steve replied with a sigh.
Dana wanted to tell him what she thought of his priorities, but this was no time to argue with him. Instead, she stuck out her wet little tongue and started licking the fat head of his cock. He gave a lusty snort and a shiver of excitement as she lathered his sensitive cockhead with her hot spit. It wasn't long before she got what she wanted-a big glistening bubble of juice oozing up from his pisshole. Eagerly, she speared it up with the tip of her tongue, savoring the taste of it.
'Ummmmm,' she moaned, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Steve was starting to breathe hard, obviously enjoying what she was doing to him, but she knew he was impatient, too. That was just too bad. Tonight was her night, and to hell with his damned job and his damned papers! She wriggled her tongue all over the hot purple head of his dick, lapping up his cream as fast as it dribbled from the end. She felt like she could never get enough of her husband's tasty cock cream, and she found herself actually drooling onto the fleshy knob.
It had been months since she had given him a blow job. He was always too busy, too tired for any foreplay. When they did fuck, it was all too quick for her. Steve would roll her onto her back, climb between her legs and fuck her furiously for a minute or two. Then he would roll over and go to sleep, the sounds of his snores reminding her of just how unsatisfied he had left her. But not tonight! She was determined to make it special this time. She abruptly crammed the engorged head of his cock into her mouth.
'Jesus!' Steve yelped.
She took in about half of his eight-incher, which was all she could take without choking, and she started sucking his cock like she couldn't get enough of it. Steve groaned and fed her a thick stream of salty prick juice, which she gulped down as fast as it gushed out. Her head bobbed hungrily up and down, copper hair flying, leaving his bloated shaft gleaming with her hot spittle.
'Mmmmm,' she moaned happily.
'Ahhh, yeah, that's fantastic,' Steve panted.
She sucked faster and faster on his delicious cock, her own cunt leaking a steady flood of hot, sticky cream. She couldn't remember ever being so horny. She clasped his balls and found them enormously swollen, hot and pulsating. He was just about to shoot his load down her throat, and she knew it, but she wanted that big hard cock of his in her cunt, so she reluctantly sat up, letting his prick snap from her lips.
