The Wetlands

Since graduating from college, amatuer housewives and wetlands lived with her parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island. wetlands, more than amatuer housewives, wanted to move out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though he had the best intentions in the world, wetlands didn't want her husband conforming to her father's conservative way of life, which she felt amatuer housewives would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the mud at times, and wetlands didn't want him getting any worse. Her prayers were answered one day when amatuer housewives received an unexpected job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax amatuer housewives into accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position within his corporation for amatuer housewives. In the end though, wetlands won out, and they moved away to amatuer housewives's home town in northern Wisconsin. Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, amatuer housewives's buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling wetlands, the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together. After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, wetlands began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey. wetlands, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin, the petite redhead un-characteristically walked up to him and asked amatuer housewives to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him. amatuer housewives grumbled, "Maybe, later." Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, wetlands walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full moon hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the railing, wetlands noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's drunk friends. Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to kiss her. wetlands felt him groping around at the top of her expensive dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside. He finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace cups of her bra. wetlands could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In his lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air. wetlands didn't care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her excitement. He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. wetlands moaned her hunger into his open mouth. He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of her firm ass. Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3" heels on, their embrace didn't last long. Already wetlands's neck was getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit. amatuer housewives's heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open his jeans. With lust in her eyes, wetlands quickly undid his pants, and pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees in front of him, amatuer housewives held his breath as wetlands teasingly licked and kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth when her lips parted, and she encircled the crown of his dick with them. amatuer housewives though his head would explode when his wife's mouth began to suck and swallow his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten like the lake below them. In the two years they had known each other, wetlands had never sucked him off before. amatuer housewives was too stunned by the sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other one. wetlands then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to steadily increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached for the back of her head, but wetlands removed her mouth from his cock and raised herself up. "I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now!" his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread her feet apart. amatuer housewives had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few sportsmen who knew of it, but wetlands insisted on dressing up for the party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most erotic vision amatuer housewives had ever seen. When wetlands's trimmed, red pussy hairs came into view, amatuer housewives was shocked. He didn't know she had left the house without wearing any panties. With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, wetlands hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was, and that's what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since amatuer housewives had fucked her last, and wetlands thought she'd die if she didn't get fucked now. With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the mouth. wetlands wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back with a passion amatuer housewives didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded his mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks of her small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful thrust, his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy. wetlands suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely, his wife held herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly closed eyelids. After the initial wave of pleasure passed, wetlands looked into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It's been so long!" His wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss. amatuer housewives was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast could ever act this way. "Come on, baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster! Faster!" wetlands hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down, impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had. amatuer housewives was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to stand on his own two feet any longer. While wetlands continued to fuck him like some sex- starved nymphomaniac, amatuer housewives weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden bench by the railing. wetlands cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster! Please, baby, faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" Suddenly, amatuer housewives became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned over the patio and heaved his guts out. After wetlands straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more time then went back to rejoin the party. amatuer housewives threw up again when the man who just fucked his wife followed her inside. "Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say. The throbbing pain started as soon as amatuer housewives opened his eyes. wetlands leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her hand ducked under the covers. "How could you?" was all amatuer housewives said, not even flinching when wetlands's cold fingertips touched his crotch. "Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to... you know... make love to me. I'm still horny, amatuer housewives." The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him. wetlands's silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man's huge hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager kiss. amatuer housewives closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did he only imagine that wetlands had sex with someone else last night? His wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover. "Do you want something for your headache, or how about some breakfast?" wetlands asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe on. "Maybe after you're feeling better, we could... mess around." "Mess around?" amatuer housewives said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd call it!" wetlands was right about one thing though, amatuer housewives was experiencing the worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for their bathroom. On his knees in homage, amatuer housewives had no offering for the porcelain god. His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound that much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the short, white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give. Like a rejected beggar, amatuer housewives bowed his head and implored the powers to be for mercy. The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when his silent petition was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on the back of his neck. "Oh, honey, are you okay?" amatuer housewives turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up through the hallow-like hole above his head. "My, oh, my! Don't we look green." wetlands said and then started laughing. "It's not funny!" amatuer housewives groaned, half in anger, half in self pity. "From where I'm standing, you look funny. Here," wetlands said as she grabbed her husband's arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed. You'll need to sleep this one off." After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice, wetlands tucked her husband into bed like a little boy. "JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke him up. "Leave me alone!" amatuer housewives grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to see who was there. "Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" amatuer housewives's best friend Bob, yelled out. "It should be ready in a few minutes." "Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat, LETS GO!" All Bob got was another tortured grunt. "Did Simple amatuer housewives have too much to drink last night? Does his little head hurt?" Bob teased. crying. -- Click Here For Main Menu