4 comments/ 96712 views/ 10 favorites I Didn't Like the Bitch By: stevnmom I moved into the house I live in about sixteen years ago. Having lived in a slightly populated and somewhat secluded part of the town, almost the county actually, it was a difficult adjustment for me. My wife didn't seem to mind the change in the least. It seems one has to do more yard work and shit when they live in a more populated area. Neighbors like things tidy. That first summer in our new home wasn't so bad. The yard was small so it only took a short time to mow and work the little flower beds. The next two years were very much repeats of that first year. Three years and I hadn't spent enough time in the yard to meet any of my neighbors. That was about to change. The two vacant lots next to my house went up for sale. While I was at work on a day in early spring my wife decided to buy them and add to our yard. All I could think about was all the extra yard work that was coming my way. She told me she wanted to plant some trees and put in a swimming pool. I saw my somewhat lazy summer evenings sipping cold ones on the porch leaving my life. More grass, a pool to take care of, bigger flower beds, and on and on it would grow. I guess the only positive at that time was the fact that my wife was gone to work by the time I would get home from my job. I could sip beer, work on the yard, sit on my ass and really not have to kill myself. I was about to turn forty years old in two more years and one job was enough for me. I had kept myself in pretty good shape over the years by participating in some very competitive Men's Softball leagues. The heat of summer usually wasn't much of a bother because of playing softball or baseball every summer for as long as I can remember. It was just the thought of it being actual work that tore me up inside. I finally saw one of my neighbors and she turned out to be a sixty-five plus year old widow. She called me over to the fence and thanked me for buying the vacant lots. It seems that she had been paying someone to take care of property that wasn't even hers because it would become such an eyesore. It was a bit of a bummer meeting her simply because she was elderly. I had hoped at least my neighbor was a little younger and perhaps we may have had something in common, or maybe be able to drink a beer with on occasion. While going about my yard work one hot evening she had a visitor. I recognized the woman from my much earlier years when I was still in High School. She had been the head majorette with the band. I remembered the little hot pants they had to wear with the knee high boots. It got my curiosity up so I dug through my old yearbooks and confirmed her identity. Yep, it was her, her name was Debbie and as far as I could recall she was the school snob. She was about five years older than me so I assumed she was probably about forty-three now. I didn't like any of the upper classmen in school because they were rather unkind to the under classmen. I did like looking at the senior girls though. I remembered her very well just due to her wearing her little uniform and the fact she had great legs. I guess my dislike for her basically was because I would speak to her,, "HI Debbie." I would say, and then she would laugh at me with her snob friends. Some of the senior girls were nice enough to at least say "Hi." back to me. I always tried to say "Hi." to as many people as I would pass in the halls. I started remembering those days when she would snub me or laugh at me and it would get me thinking "I wonder if that little bitch has changed over the years?" I wanted to learn more about her life since High School. What kind of job, what kind of life, what kind of guy did she decide on? I found out that she inherited a little money when her Dad died, enough to not worry about doing without. She did get a decent job, nine to five type of shit somewhere in town. And she married the biggest nerd that the opposing rival school had. You know the type, horn rim glasses with the frame taped together, hair neatly parted the same way his whole life. Pocket protector full of ink pens. Very smart, but just plain goofy looking and acting by most masculine standards. "I guess he's the kind of guy that is willing to take a bunch of shit from his old lady as long as she's willing to dish it out." I thought. They would come by her mothers house together once in a while and I would sit on the porch and watch and listen while they did her mom's yard work. "You trim and mow, I'll tend to the flowers." I heard her say almost as if giving an order. Believe it or not his response was "Yes dear." I mean, this guy was wearing Bermuda shorts, white sneakers with black socks, and a button up dress shirt. Debbie would dress a little more up to date, denim shorts, t-shirt, sneakers with little white socks. She still was about the same size she was in school. No children, and knowing her personality and the kind of guy she married it didn't surprise me. I figured she didn't want the troubles of raising a child, or the impending bodily changes. I would think of them having sex, him always on top, minimal foreplay, and never any kind of kinky shit like normal couples experiment with. Well, at least some of the kinky shit my wife and I would try. I could tell I still didn't like her and I hadn't even talked to her. That was when it became evident that I would try to bring her out of that tight little self centered shell she had been in all her life. I started doing my yard work in spandex shorts that showed my seven inch cock bulge rather clearly. I didn't care that her husband came to help do her mothers yard work. I was going to let her think that was my normal attire when in my yard sweating my ass off. If hubby was with her I would keep my distance from the closest part of my yard to him and stay in positions where too much was not seen by him. I would watch her through one corner of my eye and him through the other. I started to notice her looking in my direction a little at times. "That's right bitch, look at my cock bulge." I would say under my breath. She would go into the little tool shed and I thought I could see her at times looking at me through the little window. I would position myself facing that window, stand and wipe the sweat from my brow and openly adjust my cock. I would go into my house and get a beer, take my shirt off and go back and sit on my porch until I finished my beer. I would sip beer and watch them work in the yard until they finished and would leave. This went on for a couple of weeks until it really got hot out. I started to feel really happy that we got the pool. While relaxing in the pool some evenings when I had nothing to do, no yard work, no ball game, just me the pool and some cold beer, I noticed she stopped by her mothers house every couple of days. I guess she was just checking up on her elderly mother. The thought of her being there without her husband opened a whole new world of opportunities to me. I bought a pair of white spandex shorts, a little smaller than my size thinking they would show me off better. I wore them in the pool one day and was very pleasantly surprised when I got out of the water. It seems the water had caused the material to become see through. I really hoped that bitch stopped by this evening. About an hour after I got in the pool in my new shorts, she pulled up at the rear of her mothers house. She still had her work clothes on so I figured she was only going to stay a few minutes which I noticed she sometimes does. Having a few beers in me and feeling a little more open than normal I climbed out of the water and walked to the garden hose. Facing in the direction of her back door I started hosing the pool water off of myself, making sure to keep the shorts nice and wet and revealing. "Damn bitch, come on out. I got something to show you." I said out loud to myself. The water was pretty fucking cold. "Fuck this." I said and went back into the warmer pool. I climbed my ass back up on my floating chair, opened another beer and started bitching under my breath, "Fucking bitch, stay the fuck in there." I said aloud. "Prude bitch don't want to see because she's afraid of a big cock I bet." I added. When I tipped my beer to get the last drink I saw her standing in the upstairs window, maybe watching me. I have an eight foot fence around my pool, but that window offered a pretty good view. I went inside to get another couple of beers from the fridge, glad my wife was working because of what I was about to do next. I took my shorts off and wrapped myself with a towel. I grabbed my beers and before heading back out to the pool I snuck a peak through my window. "Yep, she's still there." I said with a sinister voice. "She's going to get a fucking eyeful now." I said as I headed out the door also grabbing a pair of loose shorts that I could slip on quickly in case an unwanted set of eyes showed up. I walked up to the upper level of my deck and sat my beer down. I opened one and took a large gulp. "More bravery in a can." I chuckled. I scanned ground level, careful not to look up at the window and when I was certain no one was looking I slowly untied my towel and let it drop. I did the manly thing and scratched my balls and climbed down into the water. I managed to get back up on the floating chair and work my way over to where I could reach my beer. That was a bit of a struggle in my now fairly drunken state. I made damn sure I was facing that window. Somewhat relieved and saddened at the same time when I noticed that my cock was beneath the water. "Damn," I said. "She can't get a clear view if she's still looking." the beer I was working on was down to the last drink so I turned it up high and at that time I could tell she was still there. "So, the tight ass bitch must like what she sees." I said in a mumble. My cock started to get hard and it wasn't long it looked like the periscope of a submarine sticking out above the surface of the water. I guess it's a natural reaction for a man with a hard on to stroke it a little, and under the circumstances I felt it necessary to do just that. I sure am glad my pool fence is lattice and covered with vines. Passing cars were too low to see anyway, but it was a nice cover from the occasional walker. "I wish I could watch that bitch while she was watching the show I was putting on." I kept saying. I also hoped she wouldn't go "prude bitch" on me and call the cops. Not wanting to cum in my pool and certainly not wanting to get found out by her that I knew she was watching I decided to casually call it quits and wait for the next opportunity. Well, hotter than hell a few days later, grass too tall, wife working, all alone. I noticed my neighbors grass was also a little tall. "I wonder if Debbie is going to do the yard for her mother today?" I asked myself as I went into the house to relax for about a half hour before beginning my yard work. I drank three miller lights while resting and actually had a decent buzz started. "At least it's Friday," I said, "so no need to rush to finish, I can always finish in the morning before it gets too hot." I added. I decided lose shorts, no underwear, and a loose white tee shirt was the best option for the hot evening. So dressed I got my little cooler and put a six-pack in it and headed out to the task of mowing the yard. "Damn it's hot." I complained while looking at the inviting swimming pool. "Maybe I'll just speed through the mowing and hit the pool." I told myself. No sooner than I got the mower out Debbie pulled up next door. When she got out of her car I was truly shocked. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her outfit. "Fuck me!" I said half out loud. She was wearing a tight little halter, white and tight. That really reminded me of my younger days when halters were the summer attire for girls, well, before tanning beds became the rage. She also was wearing some rather snug looking white shorts that were not very long by prude standards. They were only a few inches below her crotch.(I still have trouble when that image enters my thoughts.) "Wow," I mumbled, "She must use a tanning bed a lot." I thought. Her tan really made the white clothes stand out. Oh yes, she also had on dark sunglasses, a white visor style cap on her head and little white sneakers with no socks. Overall a pretty hot picture. I was wondering if she tanned nude, does she wear a bikini and have nice white tan lines, or does she lay out in the sun like girls did seemingly years back. I was getting a hard-on. I pulled the starter rope a couple of times with thoughts of Debbie and that outfit racing through my head. "What the hell," I said out a little too loudly, "Why won't your sorry ass start?" I asked as if expecting an answer. I did get an answer and was quite shocked when I heard it. "Does it have gas in it?" I heard from behind. I turned in disbelief and said kind of stammering "Uh,, ,o,, yes, well at least it had gas in it when I put it away." "Well,?" she asked sarcastically. I twisted the gas lid and grudgingly looked in and spoke in her direction, "Plenty to do this yard!" I grunted. She giggled and walked into her mothers tool shed. "Bitch!" I said lowly as I pushed the mower back to it's hiding place. I went to my chair on the deck, popped a beer open and sucked it down. I was facing the general direction of that shed waiting for her to re-appear. "I'll just fix the damn mower tonight in the shed and mow tomorrow." I assured myself and wondering just what may be wrong with it. I drank two beers before she came out of the shed. I couldn't help but stare at her as she walked across the little yard and into the house "Fuck she's hot." I said while opening yet another cold one from the cooler. "Jimmy's away for the weekend." I heard her half yell back towards the house after exiting the rear of the house. "I'll do a little today and come back and finish tomorrow evening." I also heard her say back to her mother. About a minute or two later a car pulled in behind the house and tooted the horn. "You and Carol going somewhere tonight?" I could hear her ask. The lady in the car asked loudly, "Didn't she tell you her brother was ill and she was going to spend the weekend at his house?" "Yes I did tell her, she knew I was going out of town." Debbie's mother yelled back as she was approaching Carols car. "Good information to learn." I said while taking a swallow. I got up and went into the house. "Fun time!" I said as I got inside. I stripped off my shorts and replaced them with my white spandex pair and a towel. I watched from the window to see just what she was going to be working on. She appeared on the inside of one of the downstairs windows. She sprayed some cleaner on the glass and started wiping. "Windows, she's going to wash windows." I said half excited. I waited until she had finished a couple of windows before heading back out. I didn't want to seem too eager. My dick wasn't worried about appearance though, it was bulging big time. I capped off my cooler and out I went. I only hesitated a little before climbing into the cool water of the pool. Hopefully she will get the upstairs windows shortly. The slight glimpses I could get of her through the fence weren't hurting anything. When I would see her wipe the sweat from her head arms and neck My dick would almost ask to be let out. I wasn't quite that drunk yet. She came outside after a very short while inside, glistening with sweat. Fanning her face with one of those little hand fan things like you see the Chinese use and seemingly swearing at the heat I could make out her saying, "Too damn hot for that shit today." SHE CUSSED, I was almost in shock, the prude actually cussed. That made her seem almost,,, human. She walked across the yard and out of sight. I decided I had enough of the pool and went to my favorite place,,,, ,my porch chair. Soaking wet with beer in hand I sat down. My cock was clearly visible inside the wet shorts. "OK bitch, where you at?" I asked to myself. She came into view seconds later with a rolled up garden hose in her hands. She bent over with her ass pointed in my direction and hooked the hose to the outside hose bib. "I would love to just walk over and slam my cock in you and make you fucking beg for more and more. " I said in a very low growl. She turned the water on and started watering some flowers. On occasion she would spray the water straight into the air and let it rain down on her. I could almost feel the relief with her that I am sure she was feeling when the cool water hit her bare skin. Watching this happen was so sensual that I considered going inside and watching her through the window so I could beat the hell out of my now throbbing dick. She let the water spray into the air above herself again and this time she just allowed it to keep raining down on her. Damn she was getting soaked. I know my mouth was gaped open in awe when she turned to water the flowers on the side of the yard facing me because I bit my lip when I saw how wet she was. Now fully facing in my direction with the evening sun shining on her I could see that she was wet enough to make her nipples nicely visible through her halter. I licked my lips openly and barely stopped my hand from grabbing my cock. I saw her lips slightly turn in a slightly sinister little smile. She looked to the sky and sprayed the water upward again. This time she just allowed it to totally soak her clothes yielding them almost completely transparent. I didn't think I could take any more, but I firmly held my ground. All I could think was that the prude bitch was teasing me, torturing me, making me horny as hell and then was going to laugh and walk away. With that thought in my mind I decided to not let her win. I stood up facing her, rubbed my bulge openly and walked toward the pool. I only stepped in long enough to soak my shorts and stepped back out. My cock was so clearly visible I think it kind of caught her off guard. I heard a gasp and she dropped the hose. The water was spraying every where and she was jumping about trying to dodge the thrashing nozzle. I laughed out loud and then noticed she was laughing while jumping about, little squeals coming from her almost every time the cold spray hit her. I bravely grabbed up my towel and walked over to the joining fence and held it out to her in a sarcastic manner. She was really soaked. Her nipples were poking out, her tight white shorts were semi-transparent and I could clearly see the outline of her black bikini panties. I said loudly "Need a hand?" "Yes damn it," she replied, "I can't shut the water off because the hose is thrashing so hard." I couldn't pass this up so I casually walked around to the gate and stepped into the back yard where all the commotion was. Still chuckling and hard cocked I looked at her still getting hit by the hose. "Cold as shit straight from the tap isn't it." I said with a chuckle. "The cold doesn't bother me as much as the damn nozzle hitting my legs." she answered. "Those pretty little legs are getting the shit beat out of them aren't they." I stated. "Yes, so would you please turn the water off over there?" She finally asked nicely. "Sure," I said, "since you asked so nicely." and I turned the water off. My dick was ready to burst looking at her well shaped and soaking wet body. I offered her the towel again, in a much nicer way this time and said, "Here, you're soaked." I thought briefly and added, "But you look much cooler on this hot evening, if you know what I mean." She looked at my cock and I admired her body. She grabbed the towel from my hand and started to dry her face and hair. That's all she dried. She said, "You're right, it is to hot to dry off completely." She offered the towel back to me. "Weren't you the head majorette in high school?" I asked trying to start a real conversation. I Didn't Like the Bitch "Yes, I was." she answered. "You have a good memory, That was all the way back in the seventies." she added. "Well,, you haven't changed much." I confirmed. "I don't remember you." She told me. "I was a freshman when you were a senior is probably the reason." I told her. "Yes,, I was a bit of a snob back then." she said with a grin. "Snob, bitch, prude," I said and she stopped me. "All senior girls were like that at the time." She quoted sternly. "So that made it right,, huh." I returned. "What changed you?" I asked. "What do you mea?" She asked in return. "Well, you are a lot nicer, kind of laid back so to speak." I told her. "Life changed me, that's all." she said with a grin. "You got any more beer?" she asked me. Somewhat shocked I answered, "Sure do,, Miller Lite." "Sounds good to me, may I have one?" she asked shyly. "Finally," I said with a smile, "Someone to drink a beer or twelve with." I added with a chuckle. "Don't get too use to it" she said, "My husband wouldn't approve." With that said I looked over my shoulder at her and went for my cooler. I returned to her and offered her a beer, after opening it for her that is. We sat and drank the cooler empty, laughing and talking about school days and friends gone by and a lot of other small talk type of shit. "I need to re-stock the cooler." I told her and went back to my house. I also decided to shed the damp clothes and put my loose shorts and shirt back on, sans underwear of course, and I headed back. She must have had a similiar thought as she was wrapped in a blanket when I finally got back. I offered her another beer and said, "Night air is a lot cooler, I had to put on dry clothes." She said in return, "I don't have a change of clothes here so I just snatched one of mom's Throws off her couch." "That works." I answered. "I did like your outfit a lot though." I also said. "That was the only thing I could find suitable for such Hot weather." she said with a little emphasis on the hot part. She added, "You don't seem to mind dressing lightly in Hot weather." I also noticed when she said "Had" in reference to her clothes. I started wondering if she were naked under the blanket. I saw the corner of her wrap near my foot so I shifted my foot over to hold it in place in case she stood up. That was my sly little plan to find out if she were indeed naked underneath. Cool,, huh? Now I just had to get her to stand. We talked a little more but my mind was thinking about the cover,, so I was saying "huh?" a lot. It hit me at that time what to do. I stood up and stretched, staggered a little and said, "I think I have had a little too much to drink." It was almost dark now, but my cock tent in my shorts stood out pretty clear with the light from the kitchen window. It was basically Eye level to her. "Can I bother you for a glass of water or a soda or something?" I asked her with my foot firmly planted on the corner of her blanket. "Of course," she answered and stood up quickly. The blanket didn't come down all the way, but I could confirm that her top was definitely gone. Her tits came fully uncovered. They were exactly as I suspected, nice C-cups, big, pointy and pink nipples, very nice indeed. "O shit, "I said jerking my foot off the edge of her cover, "I am truly sorry." I finished. She jerked the wrap quickly back to cover her tits, "Shit," she said sharply. "What the Hell was that?" she asked. "I am so sorry,, my big assed foot was on your cover." I said apologetically. "Uh,,, nothing hurt I guess." she replied as she headed inside for my drink. While in her absence I adjusted my cock so the head peeked out the right legband of my shorts. It didn't poke out far,,,, just enough. "I might have a chance at fucking her." I thought to myself. I heard her coming back. "I hope ice tea is OK?" she asked as she re-appeared. She had shed the wrap and was now covered in a rather conservative bathrobe that I assumed must have been her mothers. It wasn't a heavy material but one that allowed her shape to be visible when she passed in front of the light coming through the kitchen door. Her nipples poked out against the material and looked like two pencil erasers concealed beneath the material. When she sat next to me on the porch glider and handed me the drink, I looked at her face and could see her eyes widen as she noticed my cock peeking out my shorts leg. I then watche her sit and the opening in her robe below the tie was not overlapped. I could see all the way up her inner thigh and right to the point where her legs met her crotch. I sippid the tea and slightly choked when I saw she had a slick shaven pussy. "You OK?" She asked concerned when she heard me gag. "Huh?,,,, yes,, yes, I'm fine." I blurted out. "The tea was a little sweeter than I expected." I added. She stood directly in front of me and reached for the glass, "Here, I'll just get you some water." she quipped. I looked up at her and her robe was open from bottom to top, only held slightly buy the tie at her waist. I could see a little of her shaven pussy, her still at forty plus years of age tight tummy and navel, and a very nice view of the inner cleavage of both tits. She reached for the glass in my hand and I pulled it back saying "NO, It's fine, really," She stumbled forward slightly, her hands coming to rest on my thighs. Her left hand was only inches from the head of my cock and her face only slightly farther from my face. I reached with my free hand to stabilize her and my hand found her mid-section,,, right on the tie to her robe. When she stood back, I held the tie and it came completely untied. Her whole front was exposed to my exhilarated eyes. "WOW!" I said quite loudly. She was as tight skinned as a cheerleader. Seemingly no flab in sight. I didn't hide the fact that I was openly aroused by the view. I instinctively rubbed my cock. "Well," she said, "does this have that effect on you?" she asked as she lowered the robe from her body. "Your body is fucking incredible." I said as I soaked in the image before me. "Yours isn't too shabby either." she replied. "I have been checking you out for quite a while doing all that yard work in those tight little shorts you wear." she admitted. "I was hoping you were." I told her. "I didn't think this opportunity would ever arrive. I hate to admit it, but, when Jimmy said he was going to spend a couple of days in D.C. with his family and my uncle was ill and needing Mom to help out for a few days I just made a plan." she told me long winded. She was almost excited as a school girl. My fully erect cock was now jutting almost completely out of the loose fitting shorts as I watched her hand slowly approach it. She folded the gown and went to her knees and scooted between my legs. Stroking my cock slowly and looking up at me she said, "Jimmy is such a stuffed shirt, I never get to have sex the way I want it." and she leaned forward and sucked the tip of my cock into her hungry mouth. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM," I heard coming from her throat. She pulled away and told me, Jimmy just wants to fuck missionary style, he also always wears a rubber." "Always,,,,, why?" I asked stunned. Stroking my cock she told me, "He doesn't think it is very clean,, what a shit he is." "What a dumb ass!" I exclaimed as she went back to sucking my cock. She sucked slowly, moaning lowly, licking up and down the shaft licking my balls, licking around the head. She came up to tell me more and started talking almost non stop. "You know, I've been married twenty years and never sucked a cock, never tasted cum, never had a bare cock inside of me. I want,, no,,, need to change that. I want you to fill my mouth with cum, I want you to fuck me like an animal, I want you to take my virgin ass, I want to do it all right here tonight on this back porch," and with that I pulled my shorts off and guided her down onto the porch floor. I had to taste that slick pussy so I positioned myself so we could eat and suck each other at the same time. "O O OH,,, My pussy has never been eaten either, make me cum Steve, make me cum." she said in great excitement. "I can't believe your husband allows you to shave your pussy if he is as straight as you say he is." I said before my first taste of her sweet cunt. "I don't shave." she told me, "It's always been bald." She laughed. "Lucky me." I said as I dived in and started devouring that slick, wet and oh so tasty morsel laid out in front of me. I stuck my tongue in her as far as I could. I licked the lips. I assaulted her clit and she started shaking and jerking. I could feel her mouth exploring my cock. She sucked as she writhed in rapture. She gulped and sucked like a starving beast. She thrust her crotch into my face, she gobbled my cock with all the effort she had. "MMMMMMMM." she moaned around my cock. "Steve, S Steve, S Steve, I,, I,, I'm Com m I n g!!!! "She said. "Fill my mouth,, fill it now!" she almost demanded. I started shooting what I thought was the biggest and most intense load of my life. It seems that I came and came. She was also coming extremely hard, soaking my face. I could feel her juices saturating my beard. "Yea Debbie, suck that dick dry!" I stated perversely. We stayed that way and sucked and licked until we were both spent. My cock went completely limp for the first time in what felt like hours. We sat up facing each other and smiling. "I haven't told you what my husband does and why I have never had wild hot sex,, Have I." she said with a smirk. "Actually,,,, no." I answered puzzled. "Well,,,, He is a very devout minister." She told me bluntly before pushing me to my back on the roughly carpeted porch floor. With a big smile on her face she straddled over my limp and tired cock. She lowered herself onto my limpness and started grinding her soaked and incredibly hot cunt back and forth on it. She looked at my face and said. "My life isn't going to suck after tonight!" and she would grind harder. "Come on Steve, I need to be fucked!" I felt my dick coming back to life. Harder and harder it got in a short time. "Oh yes!" Debbie hissed. She raised up and grabbed my now fully hard cock. She pointed the throbbing head at the opening of her pussy and started rubbing it back and forth along her slit. Back and forth she rubbed it. I don't know if she was teasing me or herself. I do know that we both really liked it. When she decided to put the tip directly against her opening I thought she would ease herself down in a slow and teasing manner. Did she eve take me by surprise when she just dropped and impaled herself all the way to the base of my now agonizingly hard member. "Oh my god!" we said at the same instant. She just sat there motionless for about a minute. I could feel the inner walls of her vagina contracting and expanding on my shaft. It was close to incredible. The look on her face said "TOTAL SATISFACTION." She had this look of being totally engulfed in the moment. Her eyes opened and she smiled as she fell forward and started kissing me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and licked it. She licked my teeth and sucked my tongue some more. She started moving her hips up and down my cock, fucking me like She were the male. Her tits stayed pressed tightly to my chest and her mouth tight to mine. Her ass kept going up and down, our bellies slapped together. I could feel my cock completely exit her cunt and then drive back inside. She was fucking me in a beat that would closely match the speed I use when I jerk off. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." she started saying with every downward stroke. She continued this for several minutes. We were grunting with every thrust. She worked her way up onto her feet without losing my cock inside of her. "Look Steve, see your big cock spreading my little pussy." she said looking down between us. We both watched as my cock would disappear and re-appear time after time. I pulled her down so her tits hit my mouth. I started sucking first one and then the other. The harder I sucked the harder she thrust down on me. I felt something extra warm on my cock. She was pissing on me. "What's that?" I asked. "You like it?" she asked in return. "I told you I wanted to fuck the way I always wanted to." she reminded me. That' s a new one I never thought of,,, but I fucking loved it. "Fuck yes I like it." I told her. I felt the cum start to boil inside of me. This was going to be a biggie. "Hold on." I told Debbie as the load gushed forward from my balls. Spasm after spasm went through me. I felt her start to spasm around me. "OOOOOOOO yes." she moaned as she started to cum. I felt the mixture of our hot juices flow down onto my balls. She writhed moaned and jerked like she was in convulsions. I felt her pussy walls convulsing and milking my cock. "Your husband is one lucky bastard and doesn't have a fucking clue." I told her. "Well,,, that's a big negative in our marriage I guess." she said back and then added, "but I guess the lucky bastard must be lying on his back with his dick being the beneficiary of my husbands loss right now." With all that had happened and all that had been said I was totally exhausted. "Are you going to be here tomorrow?" I asked. "That's the plan." she answered. "Are we finished for the night?" she asked. "Well,, I hate to, but the combination of alcohol and the greatest sex that I have ever experienced has left me exhausted." I told her. "OK then, no drinking tomorrow and get plenty of rest. We aren't going to need all of the teasing and other shit to break the ice tomorrow." she said sternly. I told her "I'll be ready and rested so just bring your imagination." I gathered my few things and headed back to my house on wobbly legs. Sleep, who could sleep after that. And to think I never liked the BITCH. I almost fell asleep in the shower.