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Chapter 1
Times were difficult. To make ends meet, my wife had taken a job in a lawyer's office. She had been working on her art for the last three years, but our bills had begun to pile up, and we needed the extra income. I was amazed how quickly she got a job -- the first one she applied for. She started on the Monday morning in early June. Summer had started and the weather was turning very warm.
I noticed some subtle changes in her after the first few months on her new job. She seemed to dress in more revealing clothes. Nothing cheap, or slutty, just lighter things than usual. Short skirts, tops that weren't buttoned up as high as they normally would be. At first I chalked it up to the weather, then I learned it was something else.
"What a long day." Sheila said as she came through the door. "I thought it would never end." She moved past me and collapsed on the couch, her bag and coat falling from her hand. "I can't believe how much typing I did today, Stan worked me like a dog."
I looked over at her and took it all in. There sat my wife of six years, starting to unbutton her top, her legs splayed in exhaustion. She undid the top few buttons and then stopped, smoothed her skirt down, and looked like she had just remembered something. She stood and went up to the kitchen. Standing on her tiptoes to reach a box from the upper shelf, her skirt slid up and I saw the lower part of her ass. The sight never failed to excite me. Moving up behind her I held her, sliding my left hand down her hip, and bringing it around to her ass. She rolled out of my arms and looked like she needed to get away.
"Give me a minute, I have to pee." Sheila ran upstairs and I heard the washroom door close. Fifteen minutes later she came down wearing sweats. "So what should we make for dinner?" It sounded like the mood had changed. She moved past me and trailed her hand over my chest on her way. Maybe all was not lost.
"Maybe dinner can wait." I said, raising an eyebrow. Moving to her I took her in my arms again, bringing a hand up to cup one of her breasts. "Oh, are you cold?" I asked. She had removed her bra, and her nipple was hard as a rock. I tugged the hard bud lightly.
"Ooooooh, that's nice." She leaned back into me, carrying my other hand up to her chest. "How about a quickie?" Her hands moved behind her, quickly finding my zipper, she lowered it, and reached in to take me in her hand. "What's this, is it for me?"
Her hand felt cool on my cock, and if it wasn't fully hard when I felt the weight of her breast, it was now. "Oh, yes I suppose it is for you." I teased, squeezing her breasts, and kissing her neck. My pants fell to the floor, my hard cock extending from the wide-open fly in my boxers. Sheila was squeezing me hard, running her other hand up and down my hip. She hooked the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down. They caught briefly and a little painfully on my dick as they were dragged down. She was definitely fired up.
"Take me, right here, I can't wait!" She moaned. "Fuck me. Now." Sheila released me; taking her sweatpants in both hands she ripped them down, bending over in the process. No underwear, I was presented with her ass, that amazing, round ass. She leaned on the countertop, raising her hips to me. I fumbled forward, taking my shaft in hand.
"Don't we need something?" I asked, "some of the KY?" Just then my cock made contact with a very wet pussy. I slid it down until it was in position and she pulled my hips forward, burying me in her all the way. "Ooooooooh." I blurted, almost cumming instantly. All thoughts of lubricant, and neighbors, and work were gone. It was just me and her, my cock in her pussy. The wetness, the warm, complete feeling of her body against mine.
"What are you doing? Fuck me!" She sounded desperate, pleading. No, demanding I screw her. Getting to it, I held her hips, and began moving. Looking down I saw her beautiful wide hips, that sweet, tiny hole, and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her completely bald pussy. That's not the way it was the last time I saw it. I had to look away so I didn't cum again. The view was too hot. "Oh, yes!! Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder!" I did as I was told. Grasping her hips I drove into her over and over until I just couldn't take it. "Oh, oh, oh, YES!! Here it is!!!" Sheila came hard, which, as usual set me off. I drove into her and held myself in deep, starting to feel the familiar contractions as I pumped my cum into her. A few moments later I was wiping myself off with a hand towel, as she pulled up her panties.
"I notice the new haircut." I gestured toward her completely smooth pussy, now facing me. Sheila reached down, never losing eye contact, and ran her finger along the length of her lips. Drawing the cum covered digit to her mouth, she sucked her finger like it was a small cock.
"Do you like it? It feels so good."
"I love it, when did you do it?"
"I had it done at the salon downtown. It hurt, but it was worth it. So worth it." She reached down and finished pulling up her thing. Walking past me I got the view of her nice, full ass as she went up the stairs.
"Mind if I watch you shower?" I asked, following her.
"Suit yourself." Sheila dropped her clothes as she moved to the washroom. Turning to face me she had only her bra on now. It was quite a sight, totally nude except for her bra. In this case a flesh colored see-through model that made her nipples very clear. Looking at me she unsnapped the clasp in the front and let the bra fall from her shoulders. Then they came into view. I love Sheila's ass, I love her hips, and her thighs, but I really love her tits. They were big. I asked her on our first date just how big they were. "Thirty Eight, Double D." She bragged, knowing it would drive me crazy.
"What does that mean? I mean I know they're big, but what does the D part mean?" I asked, being cute and hoping to see them.