attractiveness, might exude some, kind of subliminal sexual scent that had set her hormones flowing, hormones that had influenced her brain chemicals and turned her into a veritable bitch in heat.
The idea excited her, and she began to massage her tits. She rubbed her nipples. In the moonlight, she writhed on her bed, caressing herself all over.
Bitch in heat, she thought. Animal.
She really was acting in the most disgusting manner, but it felt so good. She'd somehow forgotten until this evening just how good her body could feel, had forgotten the pleasure it was capable of. Like a seductress, she stroked one bare foot up and down her opposite leg, her toes pointed, sensuously stroking her naked leg. Her body undulated against the mattress, humping at a phantom lover.
'Fritz, honey,' she whispered. 'Ram me with your cock! Oh, my darling!'
The pussy cream frothed from her pulsating cunt, getting her inner cuntlips slick. Her cunt was swollen and well-lubricated. She was ready to receive a cock up her pussy. She thought about going down to the kitchen for a carrot. She hadn't fucked herself with a carrot since high school. But it would be cold, not hot like the teen's cock. She really did want something hot – and alive!
She was being crazy, but she was determined to have her pleasure. She slipped quietly across the room to her husband's bed and began to pull down his pajama bottoms.
'What?' he mumbled in his sleep. 'What the…'
'Relax,' Carol said.
It took some effort, but she managed to get the pajamas off Hyatt's fat ass and down to his knees.
His cock was stiff – not surprising, since he had been mumbling about cash flow a few minutes ago.
Kneeling next to his bed, she sniffed his balls, getting herself high on the musky male scent. She peeled the foreskin down off his prickhead, sniffing again. Holding the base of his cock-shaft, she began to lick at the cheesy moisture. 'What the – oh?' Hyatt gasped as Carol swallowed his prick to the balls. He moaned as she began to slowly bob her head and work her tongue. His eyelids raised.
'Sweet Jesus, Carol – what on earth!'
Carol released his cock. 'I'm celebrating the fifteenth anniversary of our honeymoon, Hyatt.'
'You're doing what?'
'Celebrating.' She climbed up on the bed and straddled his loins with her back toward him. 'Our honeymoon. Fifteen years ago tonight we were celebrating our marriage in a hotel room in Las Vegas… or perhaps you've forgotten.'
'Of course I haven't forgotten. How could I forget winning three hundred dollars at the slot machines in one evening? So that was fifteen years ago tonight?'
'You got it! Which means today was our wedding anniversary.' She rubbed his cockhead back and forth in her slick cunt gash. Her juices ran down his cock and trickled over his balls.
'Oooooh, that's nice! Do that some more.' Yes, Carol thought, very nice! Not that you deserve it.
If she hadn't been so horny, she would have climbed off him and gone to bed then and there, leaving him with a hard-on to deal with and something to think about.
'Sit on it,' he said. 'I'm in the mood tonight. I can use some relaxation. Just this once, I'll forgive you for interrupting my sleep.'
'Thank you,' Carol said. 'You're so gracious.'
Gritting her teeth, tightening her cunt, she fucked down, impaling herself to the hilt. Hyatt's chubby toes curled as his body arched up under her. He gasped.
'My God, woman, don't skin it!' I'll skin it alive, Carol thought, and she kept her cunt vise-tight as she fucked up and down, her tits flapping like water balloons. I'll show you a thing or two, Hyatt!
Hyatt was gasping. 'Carol, please, slow down! I'm much too sensitive!'
Good, Carol thought, churning her pelvis as she fucked up and down. She would grind his cock right off.
Hyatt's belly heaved and he whimpered. He gripped Carol's ass, his nails gouging her skin.
'Carol, I can't stand it, let up!'
'I thought you were in the mood,' Carol said, and she tightened her cunt even more, fucking him faster.
'Damn you!' Hyatt gasped. 'Stupid bitch!' He'd never called her a bitch before. She couldn't even remember his having ever used the word before.
'Relax,' Carol said. 'Enjoy it.'
'Then slow down! Loosen up! Oh, God!' Carol laughed, fucking him even faster, bouncing her ass on his paunch. His cock nearly split out of its skin like a banana each time she fucked down. She could feel it.
'You slut!' Hyatt howled. 'Stop it! Stop it!' Squirming like an eel, in a frenzy from Carol's intense fucking, he rammed a finger up Carol's asshole, grinding it savagely. 'Stop it!'
Carol exploded.
Hyatt's finger acted like an electric prod up her ass, setting off her orgasm instantly. She shrieked, her fuck- juices drenching his balls. As she ground out her pleasure on his rigid cock, she had to fight to keep her balance.
'Ohhhhh, yessss!' she moaned. 'Yesssss!'
Hyatt's eyes bulged, then rolled back as her spasming pussy sucked his cock. His balls swelled and contracted. Jism streamed through his piss tube. He grunted like a boar as he shot his arm into Carol's cunt.
'Damn you!' he gasped. 'Oh, sweet Jesus.' As her cunt sucked, chewing up his pleasure raw cock, he felt as if the life were being vacuumed out of him. He continued twisting his finger savagely in her clutching asshole to punish her.
At last, her cunt satisfied, Carol toppled off her husband and slipped down onto the floor. She tried to stand up, but her legs were too shaky to support her. She lay down, waiting for her head to stop spinning inside, waiting for her strength to return.
Hyatt panted as if she were having a heart attack. He was misted with sweat. His cock drooped over his balls like a deflated balloon.
'What have you been drinking?' he asked. 'Or have you just lost your mind?' He was too drained of strength to say anything more.
He lost consciousness a minute later, then slept straight through till morning. After several unsuccessful attempts to get up, he finally managed to struggle out of bed. That morning, for the first time in his life, he was late for work.
It was all Carol's fault! He couldn't understand what had gotten into the woman.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carol woke late, hours after Hyatt had left for work. She didn't know whether she'd dreamed his leaving or whether she'd been awakened momentarily by his mumbling to himself as he got up and ready for work.
Must have dreamed it, she thought. Hyatt never complained about having to get up for work. In fact, he usually got up much earlier than he needed to, in his enthusiasm to get to the office and get a jump on his business colleagues.
As she sat naked on the toilet, pissing, Hyatt's cum dripped out of her. So, she hadn't dreamed that either – she'd actually raped her husband during the night! How had she dared to? As yesterday with Fritz, she must have temporarily lost her mind.
She dressed in a red skirt, a white blouse, and high heels, then decided she felt much too bound up, so she removed her blouse and bra and put only her blouse back on. Lots of women went braless these days, and if they could do it, she could do it, too.
Yes, lots of women went brains, she mused, but how many went pantyless? Not many, she was sure, so why not add one more liberated, pantyless woman to the group? She reached under her skirt and peeled the panties off her ass. As she stepped out of them, her pussy throbbed. She was already wet between the cuntlips.
In the kitchen, she ate standing up – coffee, and toast without butter. She had a workout at the spa in a few
