Chapter 1

"Katie, I'm ho-" started David, opening their apartment door. He didn't finish. In front of him, sitting on the couch, her hand tucked snuggly into her panties, was his wife. She had the lights off, but she was basked in the glow of the TV that gave off sounds of what could be nothing but hardcore porn.

"Hey, honey," she said, her hand working away. "I was hoping you'd be home soon."

David walked around the TV, glancing at it as he did so. On the screen was a busty young woman, surrounded by men, sucking one cock and holding on to another. The camera angle changed, and he could see that she was being fucked from behind by yet another. "Good movie?" he asked.

"Really good," she sighed, her eyes not leaving the screen. "I picked it up on the way home." With her free hand she reached out and tugged at his waistband. He unbuttoned himself, leaning and flicking on the overhead light.

"I don't want to miss anything," he explained, and her eyes left the screen and met his as she pulled his cock from its confines. She let her tongue roll from her mouth and, wrapping her fingers around his growing shaft, let it glide up, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. Reaching the top, she opened her mouth and bobbed her head down onto him in one motion.

She wasn't a born deep-throater – that had taken practice. But she handled his large member with the grace and determination of any of the actresses she so enjoyed watching.

"Mmmmm," he moaned, letting his fingers work their way around her dark hair. He began to slowly buck his hips, using his grip on her to determine the pace. "This is nice, after the day I've had. Ted refused the order on the pool tables, again. Said the students can –"

He was interrupted by her hand, held up in a silencing gesture. He doubled the pace of his thrusts, his pelvis touching her cheeks as he forced himself deep into her throat. "He said the students can make do with the foosball tables," he continued. "Which nobody has played in-"

"Really?" she said, pulling her face away from his cock, her saliva making a bridge between it and her lips. "You want to talk about work now?"

"Maybe I wouldn't," he said with a grin, "if my mouth had something else to occupy it." He pulled her to her feet, turned her around, and bent her over the couch.

"Giving me a nice view of the porn, too," she remarked as he pulled her panties down past her butt cheeks. Her pussy was visible now, its engorged folds swollen with a mixture of anticipation and activity, the skin moist and shining from her juices.

"I just want to make sure that you stay this wet," he said, leaning in and burying his face in his wife's cunt.

She pushed back against him. His tongue ran first up, then down, pressing hard against her. As it passed her pussy's hole it would pop in, then continue its north-south travel. Each time he so entered her, she would moan and push back.

David lifted his hand and cupped her, not surprised at the warmth of the thing. With the heel of his palm he began to rub her, soft at first, then more firmly. Slowly, he slid his middle finger into her sopping hole, and, encountering no resistance, allowed his pointer and ring fingers to join it.

"Oh, David," she moaned, gyrating her hips to facilitate the penetration. Her juices were coating her underside now, and the small pucker of her asshole glistened as the light from above caught it with each buck of her hips. David turned his hand slightly and positioned his thumb against it. Katie gave a start and turned her head.

"Already, you naughty boy?" she teased. "Usually you're plowing away before you start paying my poor little pooper proper attention."

David pushed the thumb against the hole, relishing in the resistance it offered. "I read an anal story at work," he admitted. "I've been thinking about yours ever since." With his hand making a sort of pincher, he let his thumb slip in. Her pussy clinched on the three fingers he had below, and he pushed against the resistance. He let his pinkie cross the others and join in with the hand-fucking he was delivering. All of the digits of his right hand were inside her now, and he squeezed his hand against the mass between the two holes as he pushed them inside of her, over and over.

Katie gripped the sides of the couch and tucked her head. Her eyes were clenched and she gnawed her lip. Evan as he pummeled her with his hand she thrust back in time with her hips, welcoming each finger-fuck.

David knew that she wanted his cock. She nearly always wanted his cock. There was nothing she enjoyed more than being stuffed with it. He, however, loved to use his hands on her, his tongue, toys, household objects. There was something immensely satisfying about, say, sodomizing his wife with a zucchini as she tried to make supper. It was almost as satisfying as actually fucking her. That it caused her as much anticipatory discomfort as it did, making her literally ache to fuck, only served to make him enjoy it more. The sex was always hotter when he'd given Katie stimulation but denied her his cock. When he finally did give it, she was so swollen inside that even with her copious juices she still felt as tight as she had as a teenager, which had, really, only been a few years earlier.

Today, however, he wanted her as badly as she wanted him, and he didn't want to take the time to rile her up. She was excited from watching the porn anyway.

"Should I get some lube?" he asked, putting as much of his energy into the thumb as he was able.

"Just slick it as much as you can with my wet," she said. "That should be enough. I want it a little rough today, anyway."

He pulled his hand away and wiped the juices off on the knob of his member, then slid his fingers down the shaft. "Well, it's enough for entry, at least," he said.

"That's all you need," she panted, pulling her cheeks apart with her hands. "I want a little grind. I want to walk funny when I go by Mr. Sawyer's office tomorrow and have him wondering if I just got ass-fucked." She giggled. "I bent over to plug in a new sharpener in his office today, in my grey skirt. It rode up, and I'm pretty sure he saw my panties. He was all red when I left."

"You are such a flirt," said David, putting the tip of his rod against her hole, which flexed instinctively.

"You like it when I flirt," she replied, pushing against him. "Now ram that big cock of yours up my pooper!"

Holding his shaft, he forced the tip past the welcoming anus. There was friction as he maneuvered himself deeper, but Katie didn't balk. Instead, she pushed back with equal ferocity. With a final grunt, he was buried in her, all the way to the hilt.

"Oh, yeah, Baby," she said, tensing up and giving it a squeeze. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, I've been wanting this!"

"We fucked this morning," he said, starting to slide in and out rhythmically.

"Yeah, but not rough, and not in my bottom. You know I like it when you fuck me in my bottom." She stuck out her lip in a pouty gesture. This was a habit of hers, and one that David loved. Katie didn't quiver at using the filthiest of words to describe their parts and what they did with them, but what turned her on most was using the words she'd employed as a kid. She'd had a libido for as long as she could remember, but didn't take advantage of it until she met David. Talking like a kid brought back all of the possibilities for sexual activity that she's never indulged in, and the pouty, faux-baby voice she used always got David a little harder.