there was a lot more to do than merely kiss this lovely blonde woman. He reached up behind her and under her sweater, delighting when he found her flesh there instead of another garment. He ran his hands up and down against the skin of her back, lifting her sweater higher and higher over her upper torso, his lightly stroking fingers getting closer and closer to the tender sensitive flesh of her breasts as he brought his hands around to the doubled plane of her belly.
Then he slipped her sweater up over her unresisting arms and dropped it to the floor. Her fully rounded resilient breasts now pressed against his chest, and even through the cloth of his shirt, their hot pink nipples felt like points of fire. Bob groaned from the lusty sensations crawling through his loins and lowered one hand to the waist band of her slacks, trying to draw them down over her hips. He wanted to get her naked as soon as possible. If there was any resistance left in her, it would vanish as soon as her clothes were off.
But there was no resistance. In fact, Rita was fast becoming as eager to have Bob fuck her as he was to do it. The sensation of his lips against hers had been like a match thrown into a pile of gas-soaked newspaper, and with each passing moment, the fire in her loins was growing more and more intense. She pulled away from him just enough so that she could remove her slacks herself, the total sordidness of the whole affair making her more eager to go through with it. She had never thought of cheating on her husband in her life, but that was the only thought on her mind now.
Bob watched wide-eyed as the lovely young blonde woman slithered out of her slacks, so eager to get naked that she pulled her slacks and panties down over the soft, generous firmness of her hips with one rapid tug. She kicked her shoes off and moved her garments over her ankles, tossing them across the room.
Bob gave a low, throaty chuckle, seeing that words were not necessary. From the little Rita had told him of her problem with Owen, he knew she would be eager, but he had not thought she would be this anxious! Shit… the only other woman he knew who acted as thought she couldn't wait to get a cock up into her cunt was his wife. He stared transfixed at her salacious nakedness, delighting in the way she looked as she knelt on her knees, her full, enticing breasts falling delightfully in front of her… her folded belly puckered at her navel with the fleshy indentation of the belly button…
And the glistening inverted golden vee of her cuntal triangle, nestled between her tightly pressed thighs like a vein of precious metal begging to be exploited.
He reached out and took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the already distended knobs, bringing up moans of suppressed desire from the young blonde's lushly upturned mouth. As she knelt, she ground her trim hips and buttocks in the heels of her feet, the last vestige of resistance leaving her as she felt her pussy chamber become more and more wet with a fiery river of lubrication brought on by Bob's fondling with her nipples.
You deserve this, Owen, she thought, remembering the icy coldness with which he had treated her earlier… and the way he had stormed out of the house. You deserve to have another man fucking me… making me happy when you won't even bother to take the time or effort.
She lowered her eyes from Bob's face to his groin, seeing that his cock was straining to be released from its cloth prison. Breathing deeply, she reached out and touched it, feeling its searing heat penetrate through his pants and nearly burn the tender skin of her palm. She massaged it through his pants then, at first lightly, and then with increasing force as her own mounting passion began to spiral through her entire body. Bob opened his hands and began kneading the dough-like flesh of her sensuously shimmering globes, and her breathing become more ragged as she strained her back, pressing her breasts tighter against his hands, reveling in the contact.
The massaging of his cock through his pants let Bob know that everything was working properly now. He had to get as naked as she was. Jesus… there was no point in keeping his clothes on any longer.
He wrenched his body away from her and opened his shirt, slipping it from his chest in near-record time. Rita stared at his hard-plated chest, washed with a light brown shadow of hair. Owen had a football player's body, and she would have thought that no one could have had such a build. Then, as Bob pulled down his pants, the blonde's blue eyes opened wide with increasing excitement as she saw his fully expanded penis spring to life, its throbbing hardness glistening at the tip with tiny drops of clear seminal fluid.
Rita had only seen one cock in her life… her husband's… and she would have thought that they were all the same. She could see now that she was wrong. Bob's penis was huge… a long, thick, heavily veined shaft that was nearly purple with the heat of his passion. For a moment, Rita was certain that it would never fit in her cunt, and she stared at it as though it hypnotized her.
Bob moved up against her again, the searing tip of his hardened cock pressing into the soft, warm folds of her belly as she twisted her pelvis hard forward, driving him almost crazy now with the need to fuck up into her hot little pussy.
'Lie down, Rita,' he said in a soothing, though commanding voice. 'Lie down on the floor. I'm going to fuck you!'
With his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back, rolling over on top of her petite naked form already writhing beneath him. He reached down for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands, cupping and squeezing them. He pressed his hotly throbbing penis up into the narrow valley of the young blonde's churning loins, and he could feel the heat of her naked exposed pussy reaching up for the demandingly probing tip of his rigidity.
Rita's mind was awash with lust and passion now. The utter wantonness of her actions… fucking a man who was not her husband, made her all the more anxious, and she felt Bob probing with the bulbous tip of his cock for the narrow mouth of her wetly heated cunt, holding her grinding buttocks up off the floor with both his hands. She could feel her excitement increasing more and more, and then, finally, like a hot mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her pussy made its first maddening contact with his cock.
Slowly they began to fit their loins together, little by little deepening the penetration of his blood-engorged rod in the slippery wet sheath of her cunt.
'Oooooohhhhh… GOD! Ooooohhhhh…' Rita moaned up into his open mouth, knowing that she was going to get the fucking she had been denied for so long, her mind dizzy with passion as she felt the hard thick pressure struggling up into her eagerly waiting vagina. Bob's swollen cock felt much thicker than her husband's, and she felt as though her thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. This is what she had wanted right from her wedding night… and it was what she had been denied. His pulsating hardness pushed relentlessly forward up into the very depths of her belly, her inner walls clasping around the hardened cock like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein on its underside, and the broad lust-filled tip felt so good as it bumped against her cervix that she thought she would cry with tears of sheer joy.
The young blonde's handsome neighbor began a thrusting, rhythmical motion, gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis. At first, Bob had been pulling her up to meet him in quick jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself in her up to the hilt.
Rita couldn't believe that she was actually going through with this, but she was too aroused to think about it now. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she sensed that she would regret that she had surrendered to the insistent demands of her body, but any regret she might feel would have to come later. She was going to prove to Bob and herself that she was not frigid… that she could please a man… that what was wrong with her marriage was not her fault. Slowly, she began a gentle massaging motion with her moist, hot cunt around the thick hilt of Bob's impaling sword of flesh. He ground his pelvis into her squirming flaccid saddle as she strained up to meet him, arching her back so that she lifted both their bodies up off the floor. Her thighs trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing her thighs around her hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board in a way she had done with only one other man in her life. Gradually, her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man himself, a savage bleating that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in and out motion up between her quivering thighs.
Bob could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. Again and again he fucked into the warm steaming wetness of her hotly clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated balls slapping each time against her roundly working buttocks below.
The previously faithful young wife suddenly threw all caution to the winds, concentrating all her attention on
