Old Bill, our neighbor called on me:

I married Tim when I was 29 years old and when I moved into his house I became the neighborhood beauty. As most of you know I have a 40 DD chest, long golden tan legs that make my 5’10” body seem amazing and a great (38″) ass. When I dress to go out, I wear stockings, garter belt and 4 or 5″ heels. I enjoy showing off, got to be from my days of modeling. It does help to be a bit of an exhibitionist I’ve always been and I always will be. I love to flirt and show off in front of men. The thought that they are getting a hard on watching really turns me on! I like nothing better than to wear a low cut top and do a bit of flashing!

I admit…I am a cock tease and it always gives me a rush to get a guy a hard on. If I’m feeling particularly sexy I put on my tight white panties and a short skirt and give some poor unsuspecting man a hard on by positioning myself so that only they can see between my thighs! Then as he gets really interested I get up and walk away. Poor shit head must wonder what’s hit him. I often feel sorry for them…sure I do…! At home alone, I put on next to nothing if I could get away with it. Cut-off’s and T-shirt is the dress of the day most of the time.

When I married Tim he was in his 50’s and I was 29. The man had money, one of the big reasons I married him and the man had a home that any woman would fuck to live in, yes thank you I do that whenever he needs some pussy.

Soon after we were married and I moved in, Tim had an open house to introduce his bride to the neighbors. Being a high end, classier section of town you did not have the young married couples on the street. Most were retired residents and a few of the old guys that Tim was very close with were widowers Bill was in his 70’s and lived at the end of the street, Jack was a few years older than Tim, he was in his 60’s, and was our neighbor to our north and on the south side was Matt; he was in his late 60, retired banker.

Across the street was David, he was just 53, married to a fat bitch and they had a son Charles. Next door to them was the youngest couple, Nick and Kathy, Nice was 45 and Kathy was my age and they had a baby girl a few months old when I moved in. Tim always had the guys over to watch football and when I came part of the house, we continued the traditional Saturday get together. Tim liked to visit with the old guy’s best and after the game he would gill steaks and party until the last guy standing was told to turn out the lights when he went home.

After a few months of being around everyone in the neighborhood, it was not uncommon for some of the retired older men from the neighborhood to stop by to see me…always checking on me when Tim was out of town to see if I needed anything done around the house, they were so sweet. It didn’t take me long to figure out that it was the widowers who were coming by to see me. The married men I guess had a hard time getting away from the better half. I was not popular with the local wives as they knew nothing about my past…hell my husband knew nothing about it.

One day I was doing stuff around the house, in a pair of very short lose fitting cut-off’s and a very tight thin material with a deep low V cut T-shirt…it left nothing to hide if I bent over just the right way. Around noon my door bell rang and looking out the peep hole I saw it was old man Lender, Bill Lender. He had lost his wife about a year before Tim and I married and he had been over to watch football with Tim and when I came into the house he made it a point to be here whenever he could con an invitation out of us. When he was over on a few Saturday afternoons, he was known to get into the bottle …more than he should. I open the door and said. “Hi Bill…what brings you over…?” Than I got a smell of his breath…damn he started early.

“Marca is Tim here?” It was a weekday, a work day…will not for men over 70 I guess.

“No…In fact he is due in on Thursday…can I help you with some thing Bill…?”

He came in closed the door and that look…oh shit he had that look…I had seen it more than once when I was a working girl. On top of that he had been drinking. I turned to walk into the kitchen and was going to make him a pot of coffee. Than just as my back was to him…I got out the words…”Bill let me make some coffee…!” Than I felt one of his hands grabbed my arm and pulled me into the den.

“Come here, you cock-teaser.” He hissed, as he pushed me down on our big leather couch. It shocked me…I didn’t say a word because I was stunned and I assumed he was now kidding me as he always did, or maybe he had just a little too much to drink. His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the thin T-shirt I had on. His fingers found my braless nipples and they hardened to his touch.

“No, Bill! What do you think you’re doing? My husband is your best friend…I thought I was a friend…friends don’t do this!”

“I’m breaking a cock-teaser. In this neighborhood we know how to deal with cock-teasers, and you are the worst any of us have ever met. When I’m through with you, you won’t tease me or any of the other men on the street anymore.”

His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so beyond anything I had seen the old man do or say. It had to be the drinking he had been doing. I jumped a little when I felt his hand touch my leg. I looked down; he slid his hand higher on my leg. ‘Oh god no…Please I got to stop him. He can’t do this…oh fight him…I got to fight within myself.’

“Bill, you old fool…your to drunk to do anything…and being drunk at your age your all talk…get yourself together and go home…!”

I held my breath as his hand slide up my golden tan freshly shaved leg. I shivered when his hand reached the top of my cut-off’s. He gave my thigh a squeeze before continuing further. His fingers traced my pussy lips through my cut-off’s.

I started breathing a little harder. Bill had now pushed my left leg of my cut-off’s aside and was fingering me. I could feel myself getting wetter and my nipples harden under my top. That drew his attention…he was gazing first at my erect nipples, his eyes were easily drawn to the motion under my breast heaving as I took deep hard breaths. He then looked down into my eyes to see the fear…blatant hunger in my eyes…my open mouth taking in deep gulps of air.

I tried to speak…to tell him to stop…to tell him no I can’t do this…I can’t let him see my weakness. Than he place the tip of one finger on my fold and ran it over my wet pussy lips. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh…my hands fell to my side and I went limp opening my legs to him…he had won and without much of a fight from me. He knew I was easy…he had seen though me after all these months of being around me.

I was shocked at myself for giving in so fast and had to suppress a nervous giggle as my moans began to rise. But at the same time, the whole situation had me turned on. I didn’t fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it was Bill, and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the roughness was causing me to respond. Tim, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to me or felt me the way old man Lender was. This was new and exciting. I fell back almost willingly when Bill pushed me back on to the couch.

“Bill! Stop…please…you got to stop I can’t do this…I can’t let you do this to me!” I was protesting, but I was also keeping my voice low…I didn’t want the neighborhood to know what was going on. I started to feel a heat in my crotch right away. I had to fight back…not give in…God no way I can let my guard down. I couldn’t think…when I get turned on and my body was showing him that I was going in that direction, no matter what I said. He was touching my large breasts. They always seem to be super sensitive, and the nipples were already hard just from him touching them.

He started rubbing, the deep massage, all the while telling me what a cock tease I was…a whore…especially with breasts such as mine, large and firm. He worked his way all around the huge globes, at first not touching the nipples at all which were pointing straight up at him. Then he started brushing the nipples with his finger tips, saying how all the men wanted to suck on them and tit fuck me. God his telling me all this was just adding to my giving in.

“Oh please stop…you can’t do this to me…ah…please…!”

He began squeezing the tips of my nipples. I couldn’t even look at him; I was getting very turned on. God I wanted him to start sucking on them. The more I thought about it the hotter my pussy was getting. What the fuck was I going to do when he got down there and there was a fucking puddle waiting for him? There wasn’t much I could do… he kept squeezing and pinching my nipples until I thought I might cum from that alone. I started squeezing my pussy muscles around his finger, giving myself that hot feeling, when he stopped. I still couldn’t look at him. I was afraid if I did, I would end up begging him to fuck me right then and there.

“You fucking whore…I’ll show you…not only have I been drinking…but I had my… Viagra this morning…my little blue pill just over an hour ago and I am ready..!”

He ripped down his zipper and pulled out a rigid old ugly looking cock. Than I looked at it again…damn it was big and it was stiff…shit it was not so ugly after all. He threw me back on the couch and pulled me to the edge of the couch as he pulled down my cut-off’s…I was wet … he fingered my clit a little, than stepped in between my legs enough to slide that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt. He pressed it up against the opening to my cunt and began to tease it. Pressing against it, but not going in. I was aching for it. I took my right hand and used my finger and thumb to part my lips…than I looked up at him and with half closed eyes…I smiled ear to ear and nodded yes. He thrust his hips forward burring his cock into me.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out a moan…”oh yes…oh yes…yes…!” I love that first thrust, just like that, nice and hard. I reached forward and grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him into me as I started to climax…shit it was a good orgasm…best I had in over a week…and just on his fifth stroke. “Harder, Bill…fuck my pussy…give it to me… harder” he then grabbed my feet, lifted them up and placed them on his shoulders. He grabbed my hips lifted my ass slightly and began thrusting his hard cock deep into me. Soon I was rocking my pussy against him, and he was hitting my G-spot just right. Fuck, I was going to cum again. I was gripping the sides of the leather cushion and squeezing my pussy as hard as I could.

“Oh god Bill I needed this…oh yes…take it Bill give me a good screwing…oh yes…!”

He looked down at me with that lust animal look in his old blood shot eyes…”Fuck I haven’t had a whore fuck me in 15 years and you had to be one of them top drawer… high class whore’s if I ever saw one…!”

Damn him…he found me out or he figured me out…but he was right I had been a high paid call girl for a few years. What could I say…nothing to say…just fuck him and enjoy it. He was fucking me…. and fucking me…. it felt so good … I was fucking him back like a bucking bronco…. raising my butt off the couch to meet his downward thrusts …. And he keeps fucking me … in and out; in and out … he just slipped in and out, in and out so easy!!

I learned at a young age how to milk a cock with my pussy…as the guy was fucking me. I kept milking him with my pussy muscles…. and he keep fucking me … It felt so good … We were fucking with grunts, and groans, and moans … and I squeezed his cock good with my pussy…I know I was groaning … whimpering …. Huffing … straining … raising my hips…. and he kept fucking me …in and out ….in and out…. and I come again!

“You are going to make me your whore all the time?”

That was it for him; he started shooting his hot cum deep into me. I could feel it and that’s when the spasms started, I was fucking coming so hard all over his fucking rock hard cock. When I stop moaning form my quickie I just had…he pulled out and stood up. I sat up on my elbows and smiled at him.

“You stopped…why did you stop? Oh I mean…ah…you…Oh my god…I can’t believe you forced me to…you made me cheated on my husband!”

“You fucking whore…I told the guys you were easy mark…you would fuck a dog if he had a cock…!”

“Bill…I am not that way…you made me…I just got…I lost myself…I am not this way…you got to believe me…I’m not a bad person…I was taken by you and lost myself in the moment…!”

Fuck I had to say something…it would be all over the neighborhood I was a easy fuck…Tim would die…Tim would kill me…worse…he would kick me out…!

“Bill…you can’t say anything to anyone…I was kidding about you being old and not getting it up…! Bill I’ll be good to you…please just don’t tell on me…!”

Bill grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still hard cock “Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean.” I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then licking our juices from its length. As I was working on his cock, Bill said, “Does your dumb husband still think you’re a saint? That shit head can’t figure out you are a cock-tease? What you really are is a slut and that’s the only way you know how to get others to do you…!”

I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he put himself back into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of the house without another word, and by the time I had got myself together and dressed, he was gone.

That day was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex with men in the neighborhood… I knew it then; Bill had made me give in…I saw right than I could no longer live behind my goodie too shoes life with him and the other old widowers on the street.

I wonder if the old fart’s had a bet…what was the bet? I guess old Bill won the bet…!

Tim got home from his trip and I didn’t see or hear from Bill or any of the other old farts for a few weeks…until one morning the phone rang.

“Hello…!”

“Marca…Bill here…is Tim gone to work?”

“Oh hi…Bill…yes he just left…!”

“I’ll be over for coffee in a minute…!”

He hung up on me and before I could get out of my robe he was at the patio door. Without knocking or saying a word he came in and just looked at me like I was …will I guess I was to him…to anyone that knew me.

“Don’t just stand there…get over here and live up to your name…you cock sucker…!”

“Bill…don’t talk to me like that…you can’t come in here and tell me what to do…!”

Oh shit…what did I just do…before I could take back the harsh words Bill reached out took my arm and pulled on my robe and I felt it give way as I fell toward him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me across his lap as he sat down on the couch. Bill placed his left hand on the small of my back. And I felt the robe coming off me over my head…my god I had only my house slippers on. My firm, round, dark tan cheeks stuck up in the air. I turned to see him looking down at my firm thighs. He had to feel me trembling thru my legs. A sniffle escaped me as I turned my head to look back at him…

“I’m sorry Bill. I promise I won’t do or say that again.” As I wiggled to get up from his lap I saw him raise his hand, I turned to look away and squeezed my eyes shut and my whole body went tense. I held my breath…knowing his hand was coming down on my ass.

“You fucking cock-teasing whore, every guy on the street has seen you in those shorts and little short skirts and dreamed of seeing this ass…I am going to enjoy making this ass turn red…!”

Out of the corner of my eye as in a blur, I watched his hand fly toward his target…my ass…! The loud SMACK sounded around the room…as his palm connected with my cheek…than it seem to echoed in the room. I felt my firm tight ass cheek bounced with the blow. I cried out. “BILL please? I’m sorry.” He raised his hand again. This time he struck the other cheek. SMACK “Oh BILL, it hurts!”

“You got to learn who is boss when I am around…you whore…!” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK By the 10th slap, I could feel the heat coming off my ass. I could even feel it turning red as it was spreading over my ass

I had begun to struggle by the last hit. I was kicking my feet with each blow and wiggling my ass…trying to get away from his hand. Bill saw that I was trying to get up and away and I felt him wrap one of his thighs in one of my legs. But doing this caused my thighs to open wider. I felt air rush over my swollen pussy lips opening. I could also feel his pants grow wet from my dripping pussy. I was still begging him to let me up…that I was sorry…that I would be good to him…!

“You fucking slut, oh no you don’t! You needed a spanking young lady…fuck… a good whore needs to be spanked once a week…! Well you asked for it, now you’re going to get more of it.”

When his hand landed this time; because of my thrashing around it landed on the inner part of my thigh. To my astonishment, my cry was mixed with a loud moan. I also felt my thighs open even more…it was as if by in stink I open my pussy up to him…he had won…!

The next slap hit the other side of my thigh. I moaned and lifted my ass off his lap. “Oh Bill…oh your…oh!” I felt his old thick dick jump as the obvious moan came from my lips. I let his hand slide down and rested it on my ass cheek. I felt his fingers brush against my pussy lips.

“Oh Bill…!” I pushed up and I felt his fingers slid into my slit. I couldn’t believe how wet my pussy was. Even as I ground my ass against his stubby old fingers, I could feel my legs grind against his old hard dick. “Yes Bill…push your fingers in.” I was in a trance. I looked down to the floor and felt the tips of his fingers slid into me. He had pushed about three fingers into my cunt when I moaned.

“Bill, you have already got me hot. I’m almost ready to let you take me right here.” I admits, breaking out of his grasp. “I can’t be….for my actions if you get me any more turned on than this.” Bill took his hand and places it between my legs, “In case you haven’t noticed, you fucking whore…I’m pretty steamed up myself.”

“God damn you Bill…! You going to fuck me…?”

“You bet whore…that little blue pill has kicked in… let’s get to your bedroom.”

I jumped up grabbed my robe in one hand and took his hand with the other and led him up the stairs to our master bedroom. I had to rub my ass as we walked up the steps…I looked back at him with that sly smile on my face…”that spanking made me so hot you nasty thing you…!” He just smiled and gave me a love pat on my ass as we entered the bedroom.

“So this is the place where Tim tries to fuck you…!”

“BILL…what do you mean tries to fuck me…? That is not nice…!”

“Shit…I seen that boys little dick down at the club, in the locker room…in fact I got a grandson who is 10 years old with a bigger dick…baby he is not fucking you…you got him fooled…he just thinks he is…all the men around here knows that your just going with the flow…!”

I got on the bed and lay back on my elbows and watched him undress and saw that pot belly come into view. “So tell me Bill all the others picked you to come test drive the horny cock-teaser…as you call me…!”

“Yap…I am here to test the neighborhood hoe…as the black boys call one like you…!”

The ugly old man with that nasty long cock of his had me taking deep gulps of air…damn him…I was hot to trot. My nipples were rock hard and I spread my legs showing him the wet lips of my under used pussy.

“Fuck girl…you are horny…tell old Bill what you need…!”

“This!” I answers reaching up, grabbing his nasty old cock. “It and you have got me on fire…. On fire for a good fucking…. Come on…. Take me on my husbands bed….you keep calling me a whore…I’ll be your whore…tomorrow I’ll go out and turn tricks for you, if that is what you want…. But, I need you to get it in me…!” I squeezes him again.

“How can I refuse such an offer?” Bill quickly responds.

He stares down at me in awe, his cock bobbing every so often with an involuntary contraction. I shoves two fingers deep into my fold, licking my lips in a slow sensual knowing lick.

“Come on, give it to me. Give it to me now!” Bill crawls onto the bed between my thighs. Reaching between them I grabbed his cock again and guide to the entrance I needed filled. Without hesitation, he slides forward, his cock driving all the way in to the hilt. I moan in response, exhaling all my breath. Bill lies out across me, forcing any remaining air out of my lungs. My eyes close, I gasp for breath, as he searches for my nipples. Finding them, he kisses…sucks…bites and licked on them.

I love the feeling of being totally stretched and my pussy being filled to capacity. It never fails to amaze me that a cock just a little larger than I am use to, can stretch my pussy so completely and deeply. I moan to let him know how wonderful that big cock of his feels. I began to work my pussy…having done this more times than I could count…I milked his cock by squeezing my pussy muscles around it. I know men love that feeling and I am rewarded immediately with Bill’s muffled moans into my breast.

Bill rises up on his arms and compliments, “Your pussy feels so good. You’re so tight. You squeeze me like that, shit I had a whore do that one other time for me…it just drives me wild.”

“I know.” I smiled up at him. “That’s why I do it.” “It feels like you are trying to pull me in even deeper.” “I would if I could, but I think you’re in as deep as my pussy goes.” “I wish my cock was a couple of inches longer,” Bill supposes, pushing into me even harder as if that would give him some more depth.

For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state of sexual awareness that I had been in a while! Old Bill’s thick cock and that pill tired this girl out! His big old pot belly and small ass was a sight I would not wish on any women…but his old hard cock was all over and in my body. I became a slave to his dick that morning… He would tease and play with me until my release was about to explode, and then back off. The son-of-a-bitch drove me crazy and into ecstasy.

Tim was 15 years younger than Bill and he couldn’t compare to Bill. I didn’t want the day to end. I wanted Bill to fuck me all day. The pill wore off and the old cock went limp…as he was dressing to leave, I got up to let him out and standing on wobbly legs, hugging my fat old lover around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, “Same time, next week, slut.”

I just smiled and nodded yes…!

To be continued…

Big Jake

Jake was to come build the new work shop this week and at the last minute Tim called me from work and said he had to go to Miami for a few days to check on one of his real estate projects and did I want to come along for the ride. I could shop, lie in the sun, have room service and use the hotel spa everyday. Let me think do I want to go along just for the ride. Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell I can fake a good fuck when I have to. We spent the week in Miami and I was a good girl, horny all the time, saw a few hunks around the pool and went out dancing one night and did a few spins on the dance floor with a couple hot Latin lovers, god what I could do with them for one night. But I was a good wife, damn it!

We got home the following Monday and Tim saw that old Jake had finished the tool / storage shed and was please with the way the old man had organized the work shop area. Saturday of that week Tim had got home from his golf game and was out in his new work shop when I drove in from being out on a mission of mercy…I had to help keep the economy going I was shopping. When I went out to see Tim and what he was doing…he told me that he had some bad news. Old Jake had died Friday night and his son, Jake Jr. or as the family called him big Jake. Tim said the man stood over 6′ 7″ and had to weight 275# and he said I just missed the son by 5 minutes.

“Oh Tim the poor old guy,” I had tears in my eyes and Tim saw me crying. “Tim that was a fine old man he was one of a kind, I’m going to miss him!” I wiped the tears away, fuck just when I had a good thing going that old bastard up died on me.

“Yap and it seems a few other women will also.”

I looked my hubby, what the fuck is he talking about. “Marca it seems Jake had a few lady friends on the side, ladies he was doing work for, his son just spent the last hour telling me that his father had more than 8 women he was doing handy man stuff for and having sex with them also.

“HE WHAT, HE WAS FUCKING WHO?”

“Marca that’s not like you to use language like that, what got into you?”

“Sorry dear, just felt like he took advantage of me, ah I mean us, working here and I was feeling sorry for him, thinking he was a lonely old man.”

“Will he took advantage of one of the ladies one time to many, seem he was in the act of having sex with one and the husband came home early and shot old Jake in the bedroom of the couples house.”

Tim went on to tell me that old Jake’s son who had his own landscape and lawn service was going to take his place and do repairs and yard work. It seems that old man Jake had only kept about 10 clients and let his son have all the rest. I knew why we were one of the old man’s chosen 10…I guess the other had something going on the side also.

“Marca…I told the son, Big Jake to come around next week and get with you…he needed to meet you since you would be the one he would be dealing with on the yard and repairs… since I am always gone…! Oh it seems Mr. Jake might have suffered a slight heart attack sometime within past few months!”

“Oh and he kept working?”

“It seems the old guy had a girl friend and was doing her and about 2 or 3 hours later fell over at home. he came clean when the doctor pushed him as to what he had been up to that caused him to suffer his 5th or 6th attack in the last 5 years!”

“So that was when he told the doctor he had been with a woman? Ah, did he, ah did he say who it was?”

“Big Jake his son just said it was one his customers. Damn I bet it was some old woman who was not getting any at home and old Jake was taking care of her!”

Tim chuckled and I smiled like yap that is funny.

I just nodded and didn’t say much about it…this may be just what I needed to get a fresh start and get back on the right road to being a perfect wife. A week to 10 days went by when one morning around 9 a truck pulled up and a black man with 2 Mexicans got out and started getting mowers and weed eaters out of the truck…who the hell is that? Oh that must be old Jake’s son and his crew to do the yard. Three men…poor old Jake took half a day to do the place…these guys will be gone in an hour. Dressed in my usual house attire of shorts and a skimpy top…today it was a halter top and it made my 40 DD hard to hide. Best I go out to introduce myself to old Jake’s son. I saw the tall black guy head to the back yard and I went out the patio French doors.

“Hello,” I spoke to him over the noise of the mower, as I put my hand out to shake his. “I am Marca…and you are…?”

“Ms. Marca I am Big Jake…will Jake Jr.”

He was checking me out as he tried to make small talk about the yard and what his father had told him what I like before he died. Damn I wonder did he tell everything!

As he explained all this my eyes could not help but notice his muscular chest beneath the white tee shirt he wore. His calves and thighs were also well sculpted, I noted. I felt a tingle I shouldn’t, not when talking to a new hired help…god no girl…don’t go there. Perhaps it was the way he looked at me, or the softness of his voice. I do not mean to imply that he was coming on to me in any way. I could sense electricity in the air as we spoke. Our small talk ended and he went about his business. I, however, had lost all ability to concentrate on my house work, preferring to sneak glances at Big Jake as he and the two short fat Mexicans worked.

Over the course of the next three month, I found myself eagerly anticipating ‘lawn care days’. I would be sure to look my best when I knew Big Jake would be about, and I found myself having naughty ideas about him in places of his father. I don’t feel guilty about what I had done with the old man…I was just fantasized about the old black men. I wonder if it was true…like father like son…! I certainly had no intention of ever acting on them…I got past the wild few times I had with old man Jake and Tim never found out…why push it…no way…!.

Than one day the bathroom sink had a leak under the counter and I called Old Jake’s number with out thinking and a recording came on telling me to leave my name and number. An hour later I got a call from Big Jake and I told him my problem and he said he would be at my place in the morning. That night I told Tim about the problem in the guest bathroom and that Jake’s son was coming in the morning to fix it…or he was sending someone. Than, like most married couples while in bed in the dark; Tim wanted to talk.

“Damn that son of his is a big guy…did you get to see him?”

“Yes I met him a few weeks ago…he has a crew with him so they are all business here and gone in an hour…poor old Jake took all day!” (One hour working…two hours fucking me) I was impressed with him the first time he came by with his father…very professional…looked like a guy who was a linebacker in the NFL…I bet he pumps iron…!”

Than Tim was feeling horny…as always the first thing he did when he wants some ass is reach over, and give my breast a gentle squeeze. He whispered, “You have me hard baby…god I been thinking about you all day…thinking of your beauty…I know other men look and want what I have…!”

I could feel that little prick of his growing to its full length…all four-inches and I got a knot in my stomach…wow oh boy all for me…damn luck…! He climbed on top of me, inserted that small cock in my almost wet pussy and started his nightly calisthenics

“I love you, too, honey.” I responded and turned to kiss him so we could get this over with. “Tim…what you just said…a minute ago…does it turn you on to know that other men look at me…think about having me?”

“Oh Marca…don’t say that…I know it’s wrong on my part…I see them looking…yes…I get excited thinking about it. You…them watching…!”

I was surprised he said that much…I notice the expansion in my pussy lips…hell it was turning me on to think that Tim might watch me fuck some stud. Tim never changed the position he fuck’s me in the, as always the missionary position. I was the one who had to make our sex life more than just a quick fuck. Tim can’t last past 5 minutes on a good night…some times he can’t get it in before he shoots off on my fold or stomach.

There is seldom any sound to his sex except for his grunting when he was close to losing his wad. Once he empties his cum into my pussy, he turns over and falls right to sleep. I lie there with the desire to touch myself so that I can feel fulfilled.
‘Damn Tim was thinking of me fucking some hunk…where could this lead to…!’ In the dark…I reached over to my night stand and got one of my toys from the bottom drawer…got up and went to the bathroom and completed the job that Tim had left unfinished.

I looked at the toy in the bathroom when I turned on the light and saw I had picked up the black one. I finally satisfied myself thinking of fucking a big black hunk…! I climbed in bed next to my unconscious husband, and slept very sound. I woke just as Tim was going out our bedroom and he saw me setup and I smiled at him as I stretched and climbed out of bed to go Pee.

“Marca what time is Jake’s son coming?\” Oh shit that big guy is due here at 9…”Soon …bye honey sees you tonight…call me if you have time…love you…!”
I had my shower did a few touch up’s on shaving my legs and mound…did my make up, hair and was ready to see the world…or ready for the world to see me. I put on a pair of shorts and a matching top…this was a sexy looking set of very, very short shorts and a tight matching tank top. I stood in front of my full length mirror and saw that the outline of my pussy lips showed though the thin material and needless to say my nipples were like head lights on high beam. A pair of 3 inch corked sandals rounded off the look…the heels gave my ass that nice full look as it made it stand out.

He was very punctual. The doorbell rang at exactly 8:45. I opened the door and said, “Morning Jake…nice to see you again! Please come in.” My smile was wide and his look told me he liked the effect I had made to look hot and sexy. “I am doing great Ms. Marca…that is what my father said he called you…is that right Ms. Marca…!”

“Yes…he does…do…!”

“By the way all my friends call me Big Jake…that way we know who in the family you are talking about…!”

“Oh…ok…Big Jake it is…!”

“Let me show you which sink I have the problem with…!” With that Big Jake picked up his tool box and followed me up the stairs and I could feel his eyes on my ass as I made my way up the steps and I did put a little extra into my wiggle. I showed him the bathroom and got down on all fours to point out where it was leaking…I felt the shorts run up my ass crack and with no underwear on I knew he saw my cheeks full and round. I got up and turned away to walk out of the room for him to do his thing…I made sure he got a good look at me before I walked away. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him quickly look away. I knew I had his interest completely and smiled. I went to my bedroom to make up the bed and start cleaning up my bath.

Some of you may ask what I don’t have a maid to do all this…will I have a woman come in twice a month to do a full cleaning and this makes it easy for me to do light clean in between her heavy duty cleaning.

About 45 minutes later Big Jake knocked on my door and called out…”Ms. Marca I’m all finished…!” I came out of the bath room wiping my hands on a towel and said to him. “How much do I make the check for…?” He looked at me and I could see the look he was giving me…like father like son…!

“Oh you can pay me the same way you always paid dad…that is good enough with me…!” Oh…he knew…old man Jake had told him…be cool girl.

“That was always a check…!”

“My dad said he enjoyed the way you paid him for the work he did on your work shed…!”

Oh Jesus Christ…. I froze…I was at a lost for words. “In fact Ms. Marca why don’t we just take some time and talk about how much work you will be needing me to do, when, and how…!” By this time he had walked up next to me and stood towering over me. He reached for my breast and said, “Dad said you had a nice set of tits for a married woman and your ass isn’t bad either. I got news for Dad…you is fine… married or not…you are built for it…as he said you were.”
I blushed and said, “Thank you I guess…so your father told you everything…?”

“Yes ma\’am, even my crew has it bad for you…when I heard you made dad feel young again…I knew I had to start doing your yard and repairs…!”

“Well, Big Jake…is your cock as big as your father’s?”

“Yaw wants to see if I come from the same stock…?” Marca you better say no girl…if he is like old man Jake…you’re a goner. You know you can’t turn him down…better say no.

“Yes, love to see it…I guess we have a deal…same as your father and I had…!” Ms Marca if that’s all right with you, it will be just fine with me!”

He took off his belt and dropped his pants and when he did the most massive prick I had ever seen fell from his body. It had to be at least twelve inches long. I was in awe. My god he had old man Jake beat by 4 inches it seemed. I wanted to touch it and see how it felt. I wanted to lick it and see how it tasted and I wanted to put it in my wet pussy and know what it felt like to be humped with something that large.

Jake reached down to the floor and got his tape measure off his belt, “Here sweet thing check to see if it is big enough for you.”

Tim my little dick lover

Tim and I had found each other! If there was such a thing as soul mates, then that was us in a nutshell. I was the sick puppy and he was more stable one who recognized a kindred spirit in the face of this fallen slut, he just did not know I had fallen let alone how far I had gone. Tim’s potency and value to me would not be in the bedroom or his own cock or the ability to provide me with a better bull than what I been use to the last 15 years. After my one night stand with the college hunk I tried to keep away from that life that I once had and be the good wife that Tim wanted. That is like keeping milk from a baby, or drugs from…oh you get the picture.

On the days that Tim had put in long hours at the office and was beat, I knew that having sex was away to get some of the tension off him, but having him perform that night was out of the question so on theses nights I would be the good wife and just get him off the easy way. I was in to giving a BJ but half the time it was just a hand job. Being an ex model at the age of 29 when we married and with this body that men drooled over I had it all and I took full advantage of my new life. Married to a man who was in his 50’s did have its down side.

Tim and I like most married couples fell into the same old routine each night when he got home from work. I would have him take a shower and get ready for bed and than have Tim lay down on the bed naked. I sat along side him, also naked. Looking down on his genitals, they appeared even smaller each time I played with it. They seemed, over the months to be literally disappearing. After some of the big bull men I had sucked and played with since I first had sex with as a teenager, it looked like he had just a couple of little marbles.

I tried to play with Tim’s little nub of a penis by first clasping it between my thumb and forefinger and gently pulling on it. I would almost start laughing as I did this, because the way the little thing would stretch reminded me of old cartoons of a bird trying to pull a worm out of its hole. I was trying to pull this worm into a hole.

After pulling on it a little, to no avail, I would begin to flick it back and forth with my index finger. As I did this, I could see his arousal building. His balls were now so little they seemed to be contracting into him. It was as if he had none any more. Then came the grunting, I knew this meant he was getting off, but I saw no cream. Then quickly a drop flicked off the tip of the little peanut that was all that was left of the strong man I had married.

I took a single tissue from the box on the night table and dabbed up the drop of semen on Tim’s little shaft and the small drop that ran down to his stomach. I touched the tip of his tiny nub with it also.

“All done,” I said. He would smile and nod yes and let out a deep breath he seemed to be holding. “Tim baby was it good for you?” He was so beat on these nights that he would be asleep in just a few minutes. I would look and play with his little worm, just trying to see if I could get it up, knowing it was not going to do me any good if I did get it up.

“How pathetic,” I thought.

I was once told by a professor that I had at TCU, that in the animal kingdom the strong male is always the dominate male in the pack, herd, troop and all the other names you have for a group. The ape, which is our nearest relation in the animal world, has a philosophy that runs somewhat similarly. The professor explained this to me. There is one male in the pack that dominates the entire female harem. That male is the alpha male.

The alpha male in the ape world is the strongest and biggest and has all the females. He recognizes and tolerates the presence of inferior males, but he will never allow them to challenge him. He is a masterful pack leader, and dominates his females well.

It means he can have and fuck any female he wants and they want him because of his power. When it comes to sex my husband is not an alpha male, he is more on the other end of the chart way down on the end. He has to be that poor ape that sets in the tree and jerks off as he watches the alpha –give them cock- fucks all the females. I wonder if all the females get together later and talk about the big orgasm they had with him. Do you think they look at the other males, point to their little worm, and laugh at them?

On the other hand, when it comes to brains and I Q my Tim is an alpha male, stands head, and shoulders above the rest. We humans have a different standard when it comes to picking a mate. But when I have a big cock humping me better than my poor little dick hubby ever could; the fact that he is even in my life will become… insignificant. When I am with a big cock stud all I can think about is his big cock, and how beautiful it is. I end up confessing to myself how much of a disappointment Tim is in bed and how badly I wanted the gorgeous cock that is inside me at the time. I always end up worshipping the studs cock and I fall in love with it, not him just the cock. I give myself to him completely, at that moment just for the sex, his cock.

I know that I married Tim for all the “right” reasons; he found me attractive, I found him successful and intelligent. I know that he knew that he could probably never find another woman like me. (Looked like me.) He was happy accepting me in to his world because I am that Trophy wife all men want to acquire. I had gone into this marriage trying to be a perfect wife a good homemaker and one great lover.

That all changed with the confession I had with myself of my need for a full size male an alpha male when it comes to sex. I knew long before we talked about marriage that Tim could ever hope to compare with what an alpha (big cock) male has done for me.

I feel like one of the female apes who are in need of the alpha male. I worshipped that cock. There is nothing like it. I almost beg for it. Each time the stud penetrates me, it is like the first time. It is as if I have never had a big cock. It is like, something that I have never seen or felt before. I suppose that it is because I am use to little Tim.

With Tim, I had no problem at all doing a deep throat on him. Giving Tim a BJ was like sucking on a finger, and not a fat finger. Most of my past male friends were so much bigger and longer then Tim could even hope to be. I think in a way I was obsessed with that, I kept comparing my Tim to other men I had in my past. How much fuller my mouth was with this man, how much longer is this stud than Tim is. I was doing that from the time I let Tim have some sex, about 3 months after I first met him. I could have compared him to my first three hundred lovers in my date file and he would lose to each; I guess our sex life together was so bad that is was an easy comparison to make.

The other problem with Tim is that he ejaculates to quickly, a problem he said he had with his first wife. Many a night I would fondle his limp little cock in my fingers, and half the time receiving no response. Then I put it in my mouth and sucked gently. I kneaded and swished with my tongue on the warm worm-like organ. With one hand I fondled the sad sac that was my husband’s scrotum; with the other I fingered his ass hole. I worked and worked at this limp worm…wet rope…after a few minutes with the limp cock in my mouth, I felt something give. Quickly Tim’s little dick got hard and filled my mouth with its small dimensions. I worked at the tip and the underside, gently simulating the thrusting of a vagina by moving my head up and down.

For all the time it took to get my poor husband hard, it was over quickly. I tasted the salty pre-orgasmic juice, than my mouth became awash in raw cum. I drew my head away, drawing a bead of semen. I swallowed hard, sucking the string of cream in like a strand of spaghetti. Those nights that I was horny (that seem to be every night) I would try and get him to slip it in. I would come to bed after doing my face and find Tim half a sleep or reading some report for a meeting he might have the next day. I would slip in bed without him noticing and began to stroke his chest with my French nails. I pressed my big 40 DD breast up against him.

“I want you baby,” I whispered in his ear and moved my lips closer to his.

I could see I was going to have to take control. I needed it bad tonight and I was not going to let Tim fall asleep on me again. I moved down under the sheets. I reached into his boxers, and took his soft little cock into my hands. I heard Tim breath deep and after a few minutes of sucking kissing and stroking, I felt him getting hard. I licked my lips, and licked the tip of his little boy dick.

“Get it up for me honey,” I said with lust. Hoping this was one of the nights he could get it up and stay up. I opened my mouth wide and took his semi-hard cock deep into my mouth. I began sucking him feverishly until he was hard. It wasn’t long before I could feel that Tim was close to going off. I stopped, glanced at Tim and saw him with his eyes closed and mouth open.

Just in the nick of time I thought to myself. If he came now that would be it for the night. I rose up to meet Tim’s lips to kiss him. I made sure I had some pre-cum on my lips when I kissed him. I wanted…I needed to feel him…even if it was little… inside me. I turned my back to him, facing his feet I pull down his boxers to his knees and than lowered my self over his stiff little we-we…god he was small. I took his little toy canyon and slowly slid him inside my wet pussy. I could hear Tim moaning and felt his body tensing up, trying to hold back. I stayed still until I felt it in as far as he could get it.

He has got to be ready by now, I thought to myself. I started to ride Tim’s little dick hard. I was on my feet bracing myself with my hands on his legs. The room echoed with the sounds of my ass slapping hard against his body. I turned and open my eyes to see my reflection in the mirror across the room. This turned me on more, seeing me bouncing on my husband…his cock going in and out of me.

“Shit, I’m coming, oh yes baby…oh yes Marca…I am coming…!”

I began to fuck him harder, trying to get off myself. It was too late, he went soft. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned Tim was dead asleep.

“Fuck…! Fuck…! Fuck…! Will that calls for a trip to the mall tomorrow…!”

To be continued…