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"You didn't get much of the yard work done," Beth Ann said, her voice gentle and not accusing. "But I guess we're even. Anyone who walked in the front door would wonder if we were moving in or moving out," she added with a smile, pointing to the boxes that were stacked around the living room, still unpacked from moving day.

"There just aren't enough hours in the day to take care of everything," she sighed, putting down her chopsticks. "But how did you know that I spent half the day fantasizing about Chinese, hon?"

Because, Paul wanted to tell her, I was improvising. I didn't have time to cook any supper. I was fucking the lady down the street so all I could do was order takeout.

Christ, had he really done it? Fucked Sabra Robertson? He knew he had. He'd even watched the videotape replay of what they'd done in the bedroom.

God, what a setup the Robertsons had! He wondered if Beth Ann would stand still for installing a video camera in their bedroom. _Sure_ she would. She was almost too strait-laced to watch X-rated tapes on the VCR, let alone star in their own homemade VHS turn-ons.

She finished her tea and leaned back. "You know," she said, smiling, "I thought about you all day. I had some very naughty thoughts, Paul. Would you like to hear about them?"

She stood up and came around the table to stand behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders and started to brush her tits back and forth across the back of his head and neck. Her hands slid down his chest, pushing his shirt open. She touched his nipples. Her fingers began to caress them. She knew he liked that.

_I'm really not in the mood_, he wanted to tell her. _Sabra Robertson emptied my balls for me this afternoon_. But how could he tell Beth Ann anything like that? Especially if it was true -and it was. He doubted he'd be able to get it hard till sometime early next week. Mrs Robertson had fucked him dry.

The woman was every bit as great a fuck as she promised to be. His balls ached as he remembered the way she'd rolled him all over the huge bed that she and her husband shared, the way her legs had stroked him, her hands had clawed at his back and his ass. He just hoped the red marks had gone away and that he didn't have any scratches to give it away.

He'd never fucked around on Beth Ann, except for a few times when they were just dating and hadn't yet gotten engaged. He knew that she had never done anything like that, not since the day they met. She told him she'd set her cap for him at their first meeting.

He hadn't been the first guy to fuck her, but there had not been very many before Paul. She was so shy and delicate and gentle, and he loved her like crazy, but there was a hell of a lot to be said for a totally wild fuck like Sabra, too.

Beth Ann's hands slid lower, inside his shirt. She had her tits on his shoulders now. Her nipples were erect. He could feel them punching out her bra and blouse. Her nipples were a soft, babypink color. They got long and stiff when they were excited, and he could tell they were excited right now. They tasted delicious, too, and she loved to have them sucked on. But Jesus, he wasn't up for it! Not after Sabra!

"I spent most of the day in the stockroom, doing inventory," she purred, stroking him, "but I was thinking about you. Pretending that you had sneaked in the back door and come in to the stockroom with me. We locked the door and then you took my clothes off and touched me everywhere, and then we spread both our clothes on the floor and lay down on them and made wild crazy love while the supervisor pounded on the door and asked me just what the hell was going on in there. It was very exciting. I got very excited. I could hardly wait to get home. To you."

Her hand was all the way down to the waistband of his pants, now. She unsnapped the jeans and slid her fingers lower, into his shorts. It was a big improvement for Beth Ann. For a good while she was kinda standoffish about touching his cock. Lately, though, she'd started to enjoy playing with it.

Like she was doing right now. She reached inside his shorts and took hold of his cock and started to skin it back and forth. As she did, she nibbled his earlobe and his shoulder, pushing the upper part of his shirt aside so she could get at the bare flesh.

He turned around, his hands filling with her soft sweet tits. She kept on playing with his dick, as he unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open.

Underneath she was wearing that lacy camisole he liked so much. The laces were tied, but not for long. He undid them, and the silky garment opened, and he bared her tits. They weren't as big as Sabra's, true, but they were delicious pear-shaped boobs, and the nipples were at almost full extension right now.

His fingers stroked the pink tabs and he felt them quiver and stiffen up just a silly millimeter more. It was a thrill to touch her erecting nipples, to feel them grow beneath his fingertips.

He took her shirt off, and he stood up. Beth Ann was tiny, barely five-three, almost a foot shorter than Paul. Her head leaned against his chest, and her hand continued to work his cock.

"Something wrong?" she asked. "Usually you get all stiff and red in a hurry, hon. What's the matter? You been using this on one of the neighbors or something while I was at work?"

Ouch! He shivered at her words. Looking down, he tried to read her face. Her pale blue eyes smiled, and he knew she was only joking. But she had hit the nail right on the fuckin' head, hadn't she? As if she knew exactly what he had done today...

Beth Ann snuggled closer. She kissed his chest, nuzzling into the hairs. Her lips found one of his nipples. She licked it delicately, then took its growing point into her mouth for a bit of dainty sucking. Her hand moved more insistently on his cock.

"I'm not kidding," she said. "I came home horny as hell today, Paul. And I'm ready for-you know--" She didn't like to say the word, got redfaced and tonguetied the few times he'd persuaded her to say it aloud.

He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the den. There was a fireplace there and, even though it was far too hot for a fire, they could always pretend that they were stretched out on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring flame. The rug wasn't bearskin, just a fun fur, and her tanned body looked even more golden and glowing as she stretched out on it.

He lay down beside her, reaching for the button of her skirt. It came off, and she lay there in panties and camisole. Which to take off first? He went for the panties. The sight and smell of her aroused pussy had never failed to give him a stiff-on in the past, not since the first time he'd gotten her into bed.

He took hold of her yellow bikini pants and eased them down, sighing as he got his first glimpse of her dark pubic fur, a thick fuzzy patch that looked almost black against her golden skin. He pulled her panties down with one hand and reached for his wife's cunt with the other.

She wasn't kidding about being turned on. Her snatch was wet, oozy sticky moisture leaking from her tight, snug-lipped slit. She closed her eyes and purred like a kitten as he caressed her pussy, fingers parting the labes and slipping inside to stroke her hole, the slick wet flesh just below her clit.

"Yessss..." she hissed as he brushed her clitoris with his fingertip. He could feel it already, standing up as proud as could be. Paul began to work on the small, rubbery button, starting to feel a fresh burst of arousal in his own crotch.

Beth Ann pulled more insistently on her husband's cock as he toyed with her pussy. She had a hand free to help him out of his shirt but the other hand was committed to his prick. She stroked it, positive that she could feel it stiffening up.

God, what a time for him to be out of the mood! She'd thought about nothing else, most of the morning and all of the afternoon! It wasn't like her to have sexy daydreams on the job, but she'd enjoyed them and she'd been sure he'd be randy and ready when she got home -like, when had he ever been anything _but_?

His finger entered her pussy. She moaned, and started to thrust her cunt at him. She was all wet inside, and her slick flesh yearned for satisfaction. Her belly heaved, and her cunt seemed to slurp up and down his inserted finger. She was positive that his cock was on the brink of erection in her fist.

But it wasn't entirely there, and no matter how she pulled, it just didn't seem to stiffen up the way it should. She looked into his eyes as he fingered her hot itchy pussy and she wondered if she should do what she was considering. Why not? Maybe the surprise would harden him up. This was one of the things she'd done in her fantasy -and she'd done it a lot more eagerly and expertly than she ever had in real life.

"Let me help," she whispered, stroking his cheek, and then she moved around until her face was just above his lap. She pulled his pants and shorts down, out of the way, kneeling beside him, and he kicked them off. She smiled, licked her lips enticingly, and took hold of his cock once more.

Bending down, she applied her tongue gingerly to the end of his rod. She heard him sigh, and she was sure that it was a sound of delight. It emboldened her, filled her with fresh courage.

She opened her mouth and let the end of his cock slip in and out. Her tongue batted at the rod as it moved in and out of her mouth, and her lips closed down upon it from time to time, sucking hard. She was absolutely positive he was getting harder, now!

"Oh, honey," he groaned, lying back and giving Beth Ann her head. She worked her hand on his cock while her mouth nursed on it. She could feel throbbings inside his flesh, but it seemed soooo reluctant to get hard, for some reason.

Beth Ann moved her mouth further down on him, taking all of his soft rod into herself. She hollowed in her cheeks and sucked very hard, making puffy sounds as she worked him.

He rubbed his hand up and down her back as she sucked. If she could have read his mind, she'd have found him wondering why in the goddamn _hell_ she had picked today, of all days, to start experimenting with her mouth. If she'd done this yesterday, or two weeks ago, Sabra Robertson could have dildo-fucked herself with a golf club in front of Paul and he wouldn't have given her a second glance.

Oh, fuck, of course he would have! Who the hell would not have taken what Sabra had offered so freely? But why did his wife have to come home horny the same fucking day?

"It's still soft," she said, raising her head, a pink flush covering her face.

Giving him head was still embarrassing to Beth Ann. Her mother had always told her that nice girls didn't do things like that, not even to boys they were in love with. Beth Ann had believed it for a long time, but she knew that Paul loved to be sucked on, and she was starting to think that maybe she could enjoy doing it for him. As long as he didn't come in her mouth. She wasn't at all ready for that yet!

But he wasn't going to come if he couldn't even get hard, was he? And she couldn't understand why his cock stayed so soft in spite of her mouth-loving.

She rose to her knees, and he came up with her. He took Beth Ann in his arms and kissed her lovingly, his hands busy on her body.

"I can do something for you, at least," he whispered into her ear, and she knew what he meant. She nodded eagerly, and lay back on the rug, her legs open. Paul moved into the fork of her thighs and started to work his face back and forth through her pussy hairs. She sighed at his caress, and he moaned when he opened her cunt and stuck his tongue deep inside her.

"Oh, yes, yes," she purred excitedly, her knees lifting and her pussy rising toward his face. He held her labes open, licking up and down the exposed pink surface of her inner cunt. She felt little spurts of excitement pulsing inside herself.

He squeezed the labes together and licked them up and down, until she gasped, and then he opened her again and started to fuck his tongue in and out of her.

"My clit," she said, "don't forget my clit!"

He hadn't forgotten. He pinched delicately, till the little pink button stood up big and proud, and he worked his tongue across its tip, licked circles around its base. His fingers were busy on her the whole time, stroking and caressing and tickling the itchy labes of Beth Ann's cunt.

As he began to suck her clit, he worked the tip of his finger into her snug tight cunt and moved it up and down in shallow, exciting penetration thrusts. She twitched and jerked and humped at him with her pussy.

It wasn't quite the fantasy she'd had today at work, but it was close enough for government work and she could feel her cunt getting hotter and hotter and hotter.

"Make me come," she prayed, washing his hand and face with her wet pussy. "Make me come like the fourth of July!"

He didn't answer, he just licked her over and over, his tongue sloshing up and down the excited crack of her pussy. His finger moved in and out, and her clit pulsated and shivered each time he licked over, around, or even near it. She repeated her personal resolution to do a little more oral loving on Paul. It was the least she could do to pay him back for the sweet hot way he always ate her pussy. And his cock really didn't taste that bad, she had to admit.

But she had really been craving his cock up inside her, the stiff knobby point buried deep within, his rod banging in and out of her quivering, excited cunt. She'd never been raised to be a slut, like so many other girls were these days, and she'd only had sex with a few guys before meeting Paul. She'd never really understood what was the big deal about sex until Paul stuck his big hard rod up her cunt and fucked her to a bitch of an orgasm.

He loved to hear her say "fuck," though she still thought of it as nasty. Her mother had washed her mouth out with soap once, when she was about six, for saying it, and she still could taste the yucchy flavor on her tongue, every time she even thought the word. But the only way to cure a phobia was to go whole hog.

"I really need you to fuck me," she sighed in her light, fluty voice. "I wanna feel that big cock of yours fucking my hot little tight pussy!"

She heard him, felt him, sigh into her pussy as he continued to eat her. "Yes, fucking me," she went on, and his tongue grew wild on her cunt.

Her cunt grew wild too, reacting to his tongue, and her clit felt as big as a squash. His lips were on it, kissing, sucking, his tongue licking the sensitive aroused button of flesh, and she knew she was going to come in just a moment.

It would have been better to come with him riding hard and horny atop her, but the excitement of orgasm was too much to withstand and she let herself go, wailing hotly as the fever took control.

"I'm cummmmmmming!!!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around his neck, pushing his head down into her frothing cunt.

It was a lot better than her fantasy, but in some ways it was like a Chinese meal, too -she wasn't sure how long the satisfaction would stay with her, nor how soon she'd need it again. Mmmm, wait'll she got that man into bed tonight! She'd fold her legs around his thighs and she wouldn't let go until he'd fucked her silly!