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Paula has on a new, sexy nightgown. It barely covers the rosy hard nipples of her thrusting titties. Paula knows she looked good enough to eat. It hasn’t made any difference though. Greg has passed out right after he came home from the office, three hours late again, as usual. It doesn’t do any good to get dressed up for Greg. He’s more interested in his beer than her lush curves.
The frustrated wife sighs angrily. She hears her husband’s snores coming from the bedroom. The woman feels hot all day. She thought he’d want to play with her for sure when she planned their evening. Paula had the drinks mixed on time and waited in her sexy nightgown. Nothing has worked out the way she has planned it though. Greg went straight to bed when he got home.
Paula tastes her drink and shivers slightly. Her pussy rubs against the silky material of the gown, and she shivers again. Paula is burning with lust. She just has to do something to get Greg to have sex. It’s been two weeks since he last touched her sexually, and even though he’s not a good lover, Greg’s all she has.
A smile flashes across Paula’s face. There’s only one thing the aroused woman hasn’t tried. She has nothing to lose.
Paula stood up with a determined expression on her face. She walked into the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. Greg is lying crosswise on the bed, snaring drunkenly. He looked like he isn’t going to be good for anything except eight hours of sleep. She has to try though. It’s her last chance.
Greg sighs as she rolls him over to his back. He keeps right on snoring even when Paula slides the zipper down on the front of his pants. Paula pulls out Greg’s cock. It’s limp, like a noodle, and small. She can’t believe the same man swept her off her feet just four years ago. Greg’s dick looked so small it’s hard to imagine what she ever saw in the man these days. Even hard he’s only just over four inches and not very thick. The only way he can make her cum is with oral as his dicklette is just too small for her.
Paula kneels at Greg’s side. She’s determined to get his dick hard. He won’t have to do anything if Paula can only get it stiff. She’ll do all the work. Paula just has to have something in her aching, moist pussy, even her husband’s pathetic excuse for a cock.
Paula runs her slim fingers over the small head of Greg’s cock. She stares at it, willing it to get stiffer. Nothing happens though. Her caresses are making absolutely no difference. He isn’t even waking up. The man’s eyelids aren’t even flickering. Paula sighs. This calls for drastic measures. Greg has always loved it when she sucks his dick. Maybe that’ll make a difference, she thought. She doesn’t see how he could stay limp if she did a good job of licking and sucking his dick. The tip of Paula’s tongue shot out. She licks over the rough surface of Greg’s balls a small groan rewards her effort. That’s encouraging.
Paula licks the limp shaft of Greg’s dick, all two inches of it. Then she runs her tongue around the head in little darting circles, hoping for a miracle. Whoever’s passing out miracles this night doesn’t seem to care for her hopes. Greg’s cock remains as flaccid and pathetic as ever.
Paula sucks the tip of Greg’s cock into her mouth. She can fit the whole thing into her mouth easily. Paula sucks and licks on the little thing for a long time. She’s encouraged by several drunken groans from her husband, but nothing happens to his cock. Her hot mouth is doing nothing to increase the size of Greg’s dick. It seems almost smaller than before if that’s even possible.
“Fuck,” Paula groans, letting Greg’s dicklette plop out of her mouth. “How the hell did I end up with such an under-endowed husband with no libido?”
The small cock and balls just sit there mocking her horniness, her womanhood. There’s no use in going on with it. Even if Greg fucked me with it I still wouldn’t even feel it, she thought. Why do I even bother? This useless boy dick should make me laugh. Instead, it makes me cry. The itch in Paula’s pussy gets stronger and stronger. This always happens when she sucks dick. Greg can’t take care of her needs, she’ll have to take care of her pussy herself, like she’s done so many times since she married Greg.
Paula went to the living room and stared out the balcony window. There are plenty of men out there with bigger cocks, she thought bitterly. Men ready to fuck me until I cum at a moment’s notice. Why couldn’t I have married one of them? What did I see in Greg?
Paula’s face feels hot and flushed; she pushes her dark hair back from her forehead and shivers. She knows many women in her predicament would go out and find another man to take care of their lust. Paula doesn’t quite have that kind of nerve, though.
Paula wraps her arms around her body and wishes she had a real man to hold her, to drive a big cock into her eager cunt and make her orgasm. Not the furtive humping her husband does, which lasts about thirty seconds, and though she’s never told Greg, she can’t feel. However, this kind of thinking is getting her nowhere. There isn’t anyone around except for Greg, and even if he were sober enough to have sex with her, it would be unsatisfying as usual. I guess it’s my vibrator again, she thought dejectedly.
Paula glances around the apartment, it’s a beautiful place to live. She thought they’d be happy here. It’s a brand new high-rise, and there’s a balcony running the length of the apartment with a view of the Chicago skyline. She can see the Chicago Board of Trade building in the distance. Paula opens the sliding balcony doors. The fresh air feels good on her flushed face, she goes onto the balcony and sits in a chaise lounge. Lights are on in the other apartments. A blonde woman walks past the window, and a good-looking man is sitting on the couch. It’s somewhat strange being able to see straight into their apartment.
Suddenly Paula gasps. The man pulls the blonde woman down beside him on the couch and his hand’s fumble at the front of her robe. Then the robe slips down, and Paula can see the woman’s titties gleaming in the light. Now Paula wishes even more than ever she’s in the apartment across the way. Paula sighs lustfully as the man’s mouth lowered to the woman’s titties and sucks one rosy nipple. Waves of jealousy run through Paula as she watches. The frustrated brunette wants her titties sucked too. If only Greg were more of a man, she thought again.
The couple across the way kisses for a long time. Paula tries to relax and watch them. The man over there’s not out cold like Greg is. That woman is lucky. Paula wondered how she managed to keep her husband interested in her. She has beautiful titties, but Paula knows that her titties are just as cute. It isn’t fair, Paula thought, Greg doesn’t pay that kind of attention to me. Paula sighs as the blonde’s hands move across the front of her husband’s pants. She tugs his zipper down, and a long, hard cock pops out like a spear. The frustrated woman sighs again, wishing her husband had a cock as big as the strangers across the way. The blonde’s husband is aroused too. He squeezes the blonde’s titties, and Paula can see the cock grow even bigger and harder as he does.
Paula remembers how Greg was when they were first married. He fucked her everywhere; the man couldn’t keep his hands off her. Then it happened, one night in a drunken moment, she told him his dick is too small to please her. She remembers the exact words she said: It’s like fucking a tampon, it’s so goddamned small. The only way you make me cum is if you eat me out, your cock has never made me orgasm. Why did I marry the man with the smallest penis in the fucking world? Since then, she’s lucky if she gets a goodnight peck on the cheek.
Paula’s hands move toward her quivering titties. She squeezes and tugs at her nipples. It feels so good she cries out in pleasure. She pretends that the man is squeezing her titties. It feels even better that way. She can watch and pretend she’s the lucky blonde woman. Now the woman across the way is slipping down her husband’s pants. He helps her kick them off and then their bodies lock in a torrid embrace. Paula can see his cock pressing against her thighs. The frustrated woman’s leg jerks, just as if the man’s dick is pressing against her warm flesh. She let out a muffled cry of excitement and her fingers slip down to her moist pussy, grasping the hot, velvety mound of pussy flesh right through the thin gown she’s wearing.
The blonde woman’s body is trembling as her husband’s dick jerks out stiffly. She wraps her fingers around his throbbing shaft and jerks it off, the bright red head throbbing slickly in the light.
“Ooh,” Paula moans. She unbelts the robe and reaches down to cup her pussy.
Now Paula can feel the silky pubic hair tickling her fingers and a warm flash of sensation throbs between her puffy pussy lips. Paula’s finger slips in, right between the quivering lips of her pussy. It glides up the hot slit of her cunt and squishes through her flowing hot juices to rim the erect little button of her straining pink clit.
“Ahhhhh,” Paula moans again.
She starts twirling the little love button around and around making her body shakes with passion. It feels like her fingers don’t belong to her as if she isn’t playing with her pussy. The handsome man in the other apartment is doing this to her, making her feel all these incredible sensations. Paula watches the blonde woman lean down. She sees her mouth approach the man’s cock and her tongue slips out. Then she’s licking the stiff shaft of her husband’s cock, tonguing it like it’s a dripping ice cream bar. Paula’s lips open widely. It’s as if she’s the blonde woman, licking her husband’s fat dick. His fingers are on her pussy, swirling, dipping, and making the waves of sensation roll through her body, leaving her breathless with lust and desire.
The blonde woman slips down to the rug. Her legs snap out widely, exposing her ripe pink pussy to her husband’s eyes. He stares at the erotic sight for a moment, and then he drops to his knees too, burying his long cock in the moist folds of her steamy cunt.
“Ahhhhh,” Paula groans.
Her fingers are bunched together, three of them, trying to imitate the size of the cock. They plunge into her wet pussy hole repeatedly as she duplicates the man’s fucking actions. Paula watches the blonde woman’s body tremble. She can see the man’s cock emerge from her pussy, coated with pussy cream. The woman’s mouth opens as she gasps with pleasure. Squealing as her husband’s large cock reams her juicy cunt.
Paula’s fingers plunge and twirl until she can barely catch her breath until her body stiffens suddenly. The sweeping waves of pleasure in her pussy are getting stronger and stronger and light her whole body on fire with passion. The masturbating woman feels as if she’s on a roller coaster, speeding down a steep incline. Her legs lift to swing in the air, high above her head, as her hand works frantically in her wet, snapping cunt.
The blonde woman throws her head back. Her legs shoot up too, right around her husband’s back. Then her body stiffens.
Paula can’t hold back any longer. Her mouth opens. A squeal of pleasure splits the air as her fingers thrust deeply into her spasming cunt.
“Oooooo,” she moans. “Oh, yes—AHHHHHRG.”
Paula cums so hard the lounge chair wiggles back and forth. The delicious spasms of orgasm tear through her body, make her quiver and squeal repeatedly. The woman came so hard she almost fell off the lounge, her legs wiggling and her ass cheeks quivering on the plastic cushions. By the time Paula glances over at the apartment again, the man is lying in a collapsed heap on top of the blonde. They snuggle together, and Paula can see her smile with satisfaction.
Now it’s over, Paula feels embarrassed by her actions. She pulls her thin robe firmly around her body again and gazes furtively around; hoping none of her neighbors heard her cries of ecstasy. However, everything is quiet and dark in the surrounding apartments. Paula shivers and breathes a sigh. Thank God no one heard me cum, she thought. Paula gets up stiffly from the lounge and locks the patio door behind her. Sure, she feels better now, even though she shouldn’t have taken a chance like that. At least her pussy isn’t itching and creaming lustily anymore, for now.
I know people read those stories about hot wives online and think they’re just sluts, she thought guiltily. Still, a woman married to a shrimp dick man who can’t or won’t please you sexually, drives her mad. Makes me obsess over sex in a way the woman across the building doesn’t have to. She’s satisfied, so she probably doesn’t even give it a second thought. I’m not satisfied, not by a long way, and so I lust for release. It’s all Greg’s fault if he didn’t have such a pitiful excuse for a dick I’d be like the blonde—happy and content.
As Paula settles to sleep on the couch, she tries to figure out some way to meet the couple across the way. Anyone who’d fuck in front of a window is worth meeting. Paula smiles and pulls the blanket to her chin. It’s time my life took a new turn, she thought as she falls asleep.
*****
Meanwhile, in another apartment nearby, redhead Kay Boyle glances in the mirror as she brushes out her long, wavy hair. She’s hoping to see an answering look from Alex, her husband. The man is engrossed in his laptop checking the latest stock reports. Kay knows better than to interrupt Alex when he’s deliberating over his investments. He always takes this little interval before bedtime to work on his stocks and bonds. She doesn’t dare complain. Alex has made a significant profit in the stock market in the last year. They’ve been able to buy this expensive condominium outright from the dividends on his perceptive investments.
Alex smiles suddenly. He appears carefree and excited, the face Kay loves. He has probably seen one of his stocks rise as it puts him in the mood to celebrate.
“Telcom is looking good,” Alex said. “It’s a damn good thing I held on. Raj wanted me to sell last week, and I’m glad I didn’t.”
Kay smiles and shrugs. “You know I don’t understand a thing about the stock market, Alex,” she said, picking up the brush again. “Still, making all that money despite the GFC makes you a genius in my opinion. Everyone seems to have lost money, but not you.”
Alex grins, it makes him feel powerful and manly knowing Kay appreciates his prowess.
Kay lifts her arms high over her head. Now she has Alex’s attention, she intends to make the most of it. The attractive woman brings the hairbrush down in a sweeping, graceful gesture making her titties almost pop right out of her sheer nightgown. She knows Alex loves to watch her brush her hair, he said it’s one of a woman’s most graceful poses.
Alex watches the rise and fall of his wife’s titties. He feels a growing, warm sensation in his crotch and his cock throbs impatiently. Kay will be finished with her hair in just a minute, and then he can watch her slip out of her nightgown and join him in bed. Alex is ready for a little celebration tonight. He always feels like fucking when he’d make some money from an investment.
Kay deliberately takes a few extra minutes to finish brushing her hair. She knows the longer she waits, the more aroused Alex will be when she comes to bed. This suits her fine. She’s thinking about sex often, it’s the only part of their marriage that sucks. When she’s home alone, Kay plays with her hot pussy often to keep the urges under control. Alex is the type of man who doesn’t think it’s a wife’s place to initiate sex. When Kay and Alex started dating, she was a virgin and clueless about sex. That’s the way Alex wanted it because he knew Kay would have no one to compare him too.
This was important for Alex because his dick is small. What he didn’t know is after their first time together, a most unsatisfying sexual encounter for her, she looked up dick size online and found his three and half-inch erect dick is considered a micropenis by medical definition. Kay never said anything about it, she never has. The woman loved her husband and put up with it. Her vibrator gave her the orgasms she needs most, but something nags at Kay, the feeling a plastic cock just isn’t as satisfying as the real thing.
Kay feels a quiver of excitement in her moist pussy as she thinks about all the orgasms her vibrator has brought her. Especially since she watches guys, jerking-off their massive cocks online. Kay imagines they’re fucking her with their big, fat dicks and it sends her into spasms of pleasure.
Alex is no prize as a lover. He never wants to experiment with other positions to compensate for his small manhood, and he refuses to give her oral. Kay glances in the mirror again. She really has Alex’s attention now, and his cock is sticking straight up under the sheets. It’s time for her to come to bed. If she waits much longer, Alex will think she doesn’t want to fuck, and that will be a terrible mistake as far as Kay’s hot, throbbing pussy is concerned.
Kay stands and stretches, raising her slim arms above her head, so her lush titties jiggle provocatively. Then she switches off the light on the dresser. Kay knows exactly what to do to make Alex excited. She learned early Alex doesn’t want the light on when they’re fucking. She’s suggested it before, and Alex acted shocked and hurt. Kay knows it’s his embarrassment about his small dick making him like this. He acts like she doesn’t know about it, the man’s denial about his dick is something she marvels at often.
Kay slips off the shoulder straps of her gown. She pushes the gown down to her waist, facing Alex. Then she wiggles her hips until the wispy garment slithers to the floor.
Alex clears his throat. “Are you tired, sweets?” he asks in a small voice.
Kay shakes her head. “No. I’m not sleepy at all. Are you?”
Alex smiles in the darkness. That’s what he’s been waiting to hear. That’s their signal for a romp in bed.
“I’m not tired either,” he said promptly. “Maybe we’ll have to think of something to relax us so we can sleep.”
Kay slips in between the sheets. Sometimes the little games they played strike her as kind of funny. It’s strange Alex can’t ask her for sex openly, it just isn’t his way of doing things, and the man always did things his way, even sex.
Kay rolls over, so she’s lying on her back, her titties thrusting out at the sheet. She can feel her nipples brush against the smooth material and the warmth in her pussy grows. Kay has to wait for Alex to make the first move though. It won’t do for her to reach out and touch him first.
Kay smiles as she feels Alex’s hands reach for her titties. He always starts this way, a touch or two of her nipples, a fast grope under the covers for the mound of her pussy and then some short action.
Alex is true to form. His fingers pluck at her nipples a bit. Then his hand goes to her pussy and lightly strokes her cunt as if it’s a dog or something. Then he rolls over on his hands and knees and holds his body poised over hers.
Now Kay’s permitted to move. She groans a little and kisses Alex’s chest lightly. The redhead wiggles her hips a little and moans again, waiting for him to start the usual procedure.
“I bet I know what you want,” Alex said in a husky voice. “You want something nice and hard, don’t you, sweets?”
“Mmmmmm,” Kay moans, wiggling harder. “I sure do. Have you got something for me, sugar?”
Alex chuckles. He gets a kick out of talking to Kay like this. It makes him feel like he’s going to fuck a virgin for the first time. It makes his little dick swell hard and stiff as he holds it t over her fluffy pussy.
“Give me your hand, and I’ll show you a surprise,” Alex said hotly. That’s the only time Kay’s permitted to touch him. He has to guide her hand to his dick.
Kay reaches obediently. Her fingers close around the shorts shaft of Alex’s cock.
“Oooo,” she moans, pretending to be surprised. “It sure is nice and hard. Is all that for me, sugar?”
“You bet it is,” Alex said hotly. “And I know just where I’ll put it. Spread your legs, sweets. I know you’ve gets a nice place for it.”
Kay does as he asks knowing she’ll never feel Alex’s hard dicklette in her pussy, her vibrator is eight-inches, and her cunt has stretched after ten years of using such large toys. I can’t even remember the last time I felt him, she thought as Alex fumbles above her gasping and moaning as if he’s the greatest lover in the world.
“That’s a good girl,” Alex said when Kay’s legs open widely. “Now shut your eyes and let me give you a really nice treat.”
Kay closes her eyes and is thankful she doesn’t have to see his cum-face, it’s hideous.
There’s a long, tense moment of expectation. Then Kay feels the dicklette poking at her pussy lips. The head of Alex’s cock is banging against her cunt, seeking entrance. Kay wants to guide it in, get it over, but she doesn’t dare do that. Alex has told her a lady doesn’t do things like that. A woman lies there passive until her husband is done, he had said.
For a moment, Kay feels like screaming. She wants a cock in her pussy so badly, yet this is not a cock, it’s a dicklette, and she knows another unsatisfying sexual encounter is about to happen. Alex won’t even let her rub her clit while he tries to have sex with her. He just wants her to lie there, almost like a corpse. Kay sighs in exasperation.
Alex heard his wife sigh. He thought it’s a sigh of passion and he takes extra long centering his dick at her cunt.
Kay forces herself to lie quiet and submissive. If she acts too bold, it’ll turn Alex off, and being a good wife, she wants him to have his moment of release.
Eventually, Alex gets the head of his cock in the right place. He lunges forward forcefully, sliding easily into Kay’s cunt.
“Aaahhhhhh,” Kay fake moans.
She knows Alex likes her to cry out with delight when he first enters her pussy, it makes him feel big.
“How do you like my little surprise?” Alex asks softly.
Little is about right, Kay thought. I guess I can kinda feel it there like I have a tampon in there. “Ooh, it’s a wonderful surprise,” she said, trying to smile demurely. “I really like it, Alex, it’s so big.”
Alex begins shoving his hard dicklette in and out of Kay’s cunt, and it slips out a lot. Suddenly, a mere twenty-seconds after he started fucking her, his dick spits and hoses hot cum into Kay’s cunt.
“Whew,” he sighs, rolling over and getting out of bed to use the bathroom. “That was really nice, eh, sweets?”
Kay smiles and nods, she doesn’t trust herself to speak yet. She waits until Alex has closed the door to the bathroom and then laughs uncontrollably. And the Oscar for the best fake orgasm goes to Kay Boyle,” she announces in her mind in a pretend tone. Kay laughs for a moment. How I ever got to be like this I don’t know, she wonders suddenly. This isn’t the marriage I thought I’d have when I was a girl. I love Alex, but this— She sighs. Oh well, he’s a good man, I suppose. No marriage is perfect.
Kay tiptoes to the other bathroom and shuts the door. With any luck, Alex will be sleeping by the time she gets back to bed. The redhead pulls out her vibrator hidden under some towels in a cupboard and starts fucking her cunt with it. Now I can cum, she thought.
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