about coming too soon.
He stroked his cock in and out slowly, but with no imagination at all and he never did anything else. In five years of marriage, Jim had gone down on her twice – the first time during their honeymoon, and the second time when she'd asked him a year later. God, how bored I am! She thought.
She managed to rock her legs enough to get some stimulation of her clit, but it was hardly enough to bring her off.
Running her hands up and down his back, she finally moved them down to clutch his thrusting ass. As usual, this made Jim speed up his pumping, and it wasn't long before he was at the point of no return.
He grunted and groaned as he dumped his load into the channel of her cunt. Gloria squirmed her hips and moaned as she faked a come. She'd been faking it for so long, it was almost automatic now. It was a way to avoid being asked and then having to say no.
Jim rolled over on the bed and was soon fast asleep. Gloria slipped away to the bathroom to clean up. She fingered her pussy, thinking about Charlie Bates, and her stiff clit was soon quivering and demanding attention.
I might as well finish it, she thought. There was no way she'd be able to get to sleep without another come. Jim's fucking had only served to turn her on.
She began strumming her poor little clit, one leg raised up on the toilet bowl to expose her crotch. At intervals she dipped two fingers into her cunt-channel and scooped out some juice to lubricate her tender passion-button.
It felt good. Playing with herself always felt good. Maybe I'm a nympho, she thought. She seemed to be thinking about sex all the time these, days. Sucking and fucking were constantly on her mind.
She continually found herself looking at people and wondering what they looked like without clothes and how they fucked. She thought once again of the lovely fuck with Charlie Bates. Oh, God, how I love to come!
It seemed unreal that Charlie had actually been in the house that day, that he had taken her from behind, fucking her like an animal and making her love every minute of it. She wondered how soon it would be before she and Charlie would get together again. She could hardly wait.
Gnarling up three fingers now, she squeezed them into her cunt-hole and began reaming out her cunt- channel with her fingers serving as a cock. It felt wonderful! The stretching of her cunt-mouth was delicious.
She was able to keep her thumb on her clit as her fingers pumped in and out of her juice-drenched hole.
Turning her body a bit, she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror. I look like a slut, she thought. She had one leg raised up, one hand holding her ripe tit, and the other hand pumping furiously in and out of her dripping cunt.
Damn Jim! How miserable it was to be saddled with a dull husband! She was a passionate woman with a ripe cunt and she needed sex. Charlie was a lusty man who liked to fuck and she just knew there were all sorts of things they could do together.
Mona had more than once hinted that she and Charlie were very adventurous in bed. Gloria had never liked Mona that much, and she felt no guilt at all about having an affair with Charlie. Why should she? The way people talked these days, everyone was sleeping with everyone else anyway. She guessed this wasn't the only time that Charlie had strayed.
Once again she thought of his hard randy cock, of the way he had mounted her from behind and fucked her so expertly. She remembered with a shiver how his hairy balls had slapped against her thighs at the end of each stroke.
She remembered the smooth thrusting of his cock in and out of her wet cunt-channel as his hands clutched her firm hips. The fucking at noon had been brief, but so far it had been the best fucking she'd received in five years of marriage.
'Oh, God, I'm coming!' she moaned.
She pumped her fingers in frenzy as she brought herself off.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning after Jim left for work, Gloria telephoned Charlie at his office.
'Can't make it today,' Charlie said, 'And maybe you'd better not telephone me here. Let me call you. We don't want any trouble, do we?'
She was angry. She realized she was learning the first lesson in having an affair – don't depend on anything.
Charlie was right about calling him at the office, of course. It was much too dangerous. Mona could make her life miserable if she found out about it.
I'm as horny as a bitch in heat, she thought. She remembered reading about women like that and thinking how unfortunate they were. Well now she was one of them. She had to do something about it, but the question was what.
The answer came less than an hour later. The front doorbell rang. When she answered it, she found a teenage boy standing on the doorstep.
'I'll mow your lawn,' he said with a shy smile.
Gloria looked him up and down. Jim had cut the grass just a few days ago, but she didn't care. She had the feeling the boy had been sent down from heaven to make her day.
'How much?' she asked.
'Three dollars an hour.'
She put him to work. While he was outside pushing the lawnmower, she stripped off her clothes and put on a bikini. She fixed her face, fluffed her hair, and walked out to the backyard carrying a can of beer and a cigarette.
She stretched out in the shade on a chaise lounge and waited for the boy to push the lawnmower around to the back of the house.
When he was there at last, she smiled at him and told him he needed a rest.
'How about a Coke?' she said. 'You don't have to worry about the time. It's on me.'
He thanked her. She laughed to herself at the way his eyes raked up and down her body. The skimpy bikini showed a great deal of tits and ass. When she brought out the Coke, she found him sitting in the sun with his shirt off.
'You've got a nice body,' she said.
He gave her a shy smile. 'I play football.'
'How interesting,' Gloria said. 'Do you know anything about faucets?'
'Faucets?'
'The kitchen faucet is leaking. Maybe you can take a look at it.'
He shrugged. She let him into the house and showed him the faucet in the kitchen. She stood beside him while he tinkered with it. There was really nothing wrong with the faucet, and she soon distracted him by offering him another Coke.
She opened a can of beer and they sat together in the kitchen drinking. His eyes feasted on the swell of her tits barely covered by the bikini top. Being indoors with him and half undressed was somehow more exciting than being outside.
'You're staring at my tits,' she said.
He blushed.
'I don't mind,' she smiled. 'Would you like to see them?'
Without waiting for an answer, she pulled the top of her bikini down to expose the heavy melons of her dark-nippled tits.
'Jesus!' the boy muttered.
'Come over here,' she said.
His expression uncertain, he walked over to where she was sitting and stood in front of her. His eyes were
