Chapter 2

It was almost midnight.

Sandy sat on the edge of the huge bed. She was naked, her firm, upthrusting tits swollen. Her brown nipples were enlarged. She cupped her tits, brushing a thumb over her sensitive nipples and making soft crooning sounds of delight. Rob was undressing, a frown on his face as he talked to her.

"Sandy, that was not very proper of you," he was saying. "Anyone could have seen what you did in the car. My God, there were people all around us, kids, too. Don't you have any decency? What has gotten into you? I've never seen you so crazy before! Perhaps you should see a doctor, a mind doctor!"

She looked up at him, a sweet expression on her face. She spread her knees wide, unabashedly exposing her cunt. Sandy's pussy was quite hairy, the strands long and curly, with a very thin line going up to her deeply indented belly button.

"A pussy doctor would be of more benefit," she said softly. "At least he would show a little interest in my cunt. You certainly don't show any."

He looked at her, seeing the sweet expression on her face and the lewd way she sat, cupping her tits in both hands. His cock stirred despite himself. Sandy dropped her eyes to his shorts and saw his cock starting to swell. She glanced into his eyes.

"Maybe you do think I'm nuts, darling," she said in a soft voice, "but your cock seems to have other ideas."

"Is that all you can think about?" he almost shouted at her. "You want that teenage cunt, don't you?" she yelled back at him. "That was why you got so fucking hard! Rob, you might have been afraid in the car, but you can't deny your cock was pretty fucking hard! And once I started sucking it, you stopped trying to pull my face away. Oh, I noticed all that!"

"You don't know what you're saying."

"Like hell I don't!" she shot back at him. "You and Joey both! Like father, like son! You both want that little sexpot! And Joey so young he has no idea what it's all about! Maybe you want your son to be with you when you fuck her! Oh, I know you want her; you just don't have the fucking nerve to make a pass at her! You're afraid of her because she's so young, that's all that stops you! You're a fucking hypocrite! Did you know that, Rob? A hypocrite!"

"I just use my head, that's all," he said, unable to look at his wife now.

"Sure you do!" she spat. "You want pussy so fucking bad, you're willing to suffer with frustration. You won't even fuck me anymore! Come on, Rob, what's wrong with me? My body is just as it was when we were married. I haven't changed in appearance. I'm still a beautiful woman... so what the fuck is it you want?" Rob turned his back to Sandy, unable to say anything. Sandy stared at her husband, seeing the muscular cheeks of his ass encased in his white shorts. He was a tall man, a handsome man. When they had first been married, he couldn't seem to get enough of her body, always fucking her vigorously. She had loved his fucking tremendously. The only thing she had not liked was his inhibitions. He did not want to experiment, want to do other things. He wanted only to be on top of her, no other position. She had managed to suck him off twiceÜÜthree times counting this night. Sandy knew, despite his protests, that Rob had enjoyed those blowjobs.

She suspected that deep down inside her husband, somewhere, there lurked a sexuality that was begging to be released. She was determined, now, to find that release for him, to let his sexual nature come to the surface. She wanted him to be totally uninhibited, eager to try different positions, to experiment with various sexual methods. She wanted him to derive as much pleasure from sex as she did.

Her marriage had been a good one, except for their sexual frustration. Rob earned a great deal of money and provided well for her. He never questioned her spending habits and made sure she had more than adequate funds to operate the house. He was attractive and concerned, affectionate in private but a bit distant when they were in public. He never brought work home and spent as much time as he could with her and Joey. He was a good husband and father.

"Rob," she said softly. "Please, darling, let's not fight." He turned to face her, and Sandy saw that his cock was quite hard inside his shorts. She wanted to laugh and grab his prick, play with his cock, kiss his cock, fuck his cock. But she held off.

"I'm not fighting, Sandy," he said.

"Why don't you talk to me, darling?" she asked. "We never talk anymore."

"We talk," he said.

"Sure, about your business, inflation, what's happening in other parts of the world!" Sandy had to swallow a sudden surge of anger. "We don't really talk, not about what's important to us." "You mean sex?"

"Yes, sex!"

"That may be important to you," he said, "but I find other things important, too."

"Of course other things are important," she conceded. "But sex is extremely important to a happy marriage. I'm very interested in sex, Rob."

"Obviously." He frowned. "You showed that tonight." "Rob, oh, darling," she sighed. "Don't you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" "You confuse me, that's what you do." "You try to deny sex, Rob," she said. "You go around pretending you're not at all interested in pussy, yet you can look at a beautiful teenage girl and get a hard on that almost bursts your pants! That's what I don't understand, darling. Someplace in you is an animal that wants sexÜÜwild, abandoned sex! Why don't you face it, enjoy it?"

"You're crazy."

"Maybe I am, but I'm happy in it," she said. "At least I admit my desires. That's more than you do. Look at you," she said, pointing to his cock. "Standing there with a beautiful, hard cock, and still you won't admit you want some pussy!"

He did not answer. He looked down at the floor, like a small, shy boy.

"When a cock is hard, Rob," she said, her voice softer, "a man wants to put it someplace. He wants to put it in a nice, furry cunt, or in a hot, wet mouth. You're no different than other menÜÜyou only try to pretend you are."

When he still remained silent, she went on. "You loved being sucked off in the car, possibly being seen with your hard cock stuffed into my mouth. It was a thrill to you. You came so fucking much you almost choked me! That's evidence enough that you wanted me to suck your prick."

"Sandy, this is getting us nowhere," he said, but there was no conviction in his voice.

She stood up, arching her hips forward and spreading her feet on the floor. She framed her pussy with her hands, fanning the dark hair away from the pink, moist pussylips. "Look at my cunt, Rob," she said. "Look at my pussy; and tell me you don't want to fuck me. It's a nice cunt, darling, a hot, wet cunt. My cunt is just as tight as it was when we were married. It's just as hungry for your cock, too."

Rob looked, his eyes starting to glow. Sandy noticed the bulge in his shorts, saw his cock jerk. There was a wet spot forming where the piss hole was, his swollen cockhead outlined.

"Can you deny it isn't a pretty cunt?" she asked, moving toward him. "Can you deny your cock isn't hard, that you want a piece of my ass? Take those fucking shorts off and see how hot my ass is, Rob!"

When he made no move to strip his shorts away, Sandy stepped closer to him. She shoved her hand into the waistband and yanked. There was a ripping sound, and his shorts fell in tatters to his feet. His cock sprang free, and she gripped his prick in her hot hand, squeezing.

"Do I have to rape my own husband?" she asked, shoving her mouth against his. She kissed him hard, the tip of her tongue licking at his lips. She pumped on his cock with a tight fist, feeling moisture oozing from his piss hole, smearing along the hairline of her cunt.

"Come on, darling," she whispered, pulling him toward the bed by his cock. "You're going to fuck me. You're going to fuck me, and you're going to have a ball doing it."

She felt him give in and was pleased. She knew, somehow, that he was still thinking of Lori, the hot-looking teenager. She didn't mind, not at this moment. If that was what it required to make him hard and want to fuck, so be it.

"You just lie back, darling," she whispered in a hot, throaty voice. "You just lie back on the bed. This time we're going to fuck my way. You're going to lie there and enjoy it. You don't even have to move, darling. I'll do all the work. I'll fuck you with my hot, wet pussy... make you feel so fucking good!" "Sandy, I'm not sureÜÜ"

"Shut up, Rob," she said, her voice firm. "Just shut the fuck up! Don't say a damned word! This time we'll do it my way, do you hear!"