Trained Frog

A voluptuous young blonde goes to her local pet store in search of some kind of pet, maybe a kitten, to keep her company. As she looks about the store, she notices a box with four live frogs in it. The sign says: ?Sex Frogs! Only $20 each! Comes with complete instructions.? Under the large print is a smaller line that says, ?Price is for a 12 hour rental period.? The blonde excitedly looks around to see if any of the other employees or customers are watching her. There is a man standing behind the counter and not too far away. He seems to be aware of her interest in the box of frogs, but does not approach her. When she stares more intently at him, he can see her interest and as he walks over, he smiles broadly and says, "Yes miss?" She is afraid to ask for more details, so after glancing left and right to be sure no one is near, she whispers softly to the man behind the counter, "I'll take one." The man, who is around 35, tall and ruggedly handsome, leans forward and quietly says to her, "I see that you are wearing a wedding band. We usually don?t rent these frogs to married women. Their husbands don?t like it." He looks at her with an inquisitive face. "Oh, that?s all right," she says as she looks around once again to make sure no customers are near. "I understand what you?re saying. My husband won?t know." "In that case it should be no problem for me to rent you a frog," he says as he places the frog into a special box. Smiling at her, he allows his hand to touch hers as he hands her the box. Before he releases the box and while his hand is still touching hers, he looks around to show her that he understands her desire for privacy and whispers confidentially as he nods his head up and down, "Just follow the instructions." The blonde understands that they are sharing something intimate, nods, grabs the box, and is quickly on her way home. As soon as she closes the door to her apartment, she wastes no time as she opens the instructions and reads them very carefully. Three words in the instructions are highlighted for obvious reasons. Congratulations on your rental purchase. Here is how to prepare for your adventure: 1. Leave the frog in the box and place the box on your bed. 2. Take a shower. 3. Splash on some nice perfume. 4. Slip into a very sexy nightie with no panties. 5. Crawl into bed, remove the frog from the box by gently picking him up by his sides and place the frog beside you on the bed. (If you are afraid to touch him, just turn the box on its side and gently shake him out.) 6. Lie quietly on your back and allow the frog to do what he has been trained to do. When satisfied, return the frog to the shop or we will pick it up for an additional fee of $5.00. (Slightly more if the distance exceeds five miles). Below was one last line. If you desire to keep the frog for additional time, we recommend that you return to the shop and pick up some special frog food. She does exactly what is specified, preparing her bed, taking a shower, splashing on her favorite perfume and dressing in her sexiest nightie. She then quickly gets into bed with the frog, places it beside her and lies flat on her back. She can barely control her breath she is so excited. To her surprise nothing happens! The frog just sits there. "Come on froggy, do your thing," she says. But still nothing. The blonde is very disappointed and quite upset at this point. She re-reads the instructions and notices at the bottom of the paper it says, "If you have any problems or questions, please call the pet store and ask for the owner." So, the blonde calls the pet store. The storeowner, the man whom had waited upon her, happens to answer and says, "I'll be right over. Give me your address." Within minutes, the man is ringing her doorbell. The housewife is by now anxious and not thinking altogether clearly. Still wearing the nightie and nothing else, the blonde welcomes him in and says, "Sir, I've done everything according to the instructions. The damn frog just sits there." "Hmmm," says the man." He is pleasantly surprised that she has greeted him at the door in her nightie. He had expected her to at least have on a robe or something. The nightie is light blue, and for the most part, transparent. He is doing his best not to openly stare at her loveliness while she is looking at him. Her breasts, obviously not being held up by a bra, look pretty good under there. "I?m still worried about that wedding ring. Where?s your husband? Is he going to be coming home?" "Oh, he?s out of town for a few days." "I see. You do need privacy for something like this." His eyes met hers with an understanding look of orneriness, and she blushed. "Where?s the frog now?" "In the bedroom." "Well, show me exactly what you did." He follows and watches as she leads the way to the bedroom. Her nightie is short, and as she moves he can catch flashes of her butt cheeks. He smiles. It looks like she did just as instructed, including having on no panties. And she smells good too. To her, the store clerk is someone who will help her with her rental purchase in the same way that a doctor would help her with a physical problem. To him, she is not the brightest person in town. But he plans to help her with her rental purchase, and also, like a doctor, help her with a physical problem, but perhaps in a slightly different way. She is extremely lovely, better than all those so-called ?sex symbols? he sees in the movies. And this gal is live and right here in front of him. She has placed the frog back into the box. As the man watches, the blonde sits on the side of the bed, takes the frog out of the box and places the frog beside her in the middle of the bed. She just sits there for a moment as she stares down at her bare legs and frowns. Knowing that she might be having a change of heart as she thinks about what is happening, the man quickly says, "You have to lie down." She nods her head. It has registered on her for the first time as to how revealing her outfit is to this stranger. She looks at the man for a second, then down at her nightie. "I guess what I?m wearing is showing maybe too much of me." In an attempt at modesty she holds the bottom of her nightie down with two hands and proceeds to swing her hips sideways in order to lie down. She is now lying flat on her back with the frog at her left. She has kept the nightie pulled down as far as possible and her legs are together at the knees. From the side view she is still covered and the man can not see anything revealing, other than a long set of curvy legs and a pair of fine breasts jutting into the air under her nightie. "I can?t see the frog on the other side of you," he says as he walks to his right and positions himself at the foot of the bed. "From here, I can see the frog." He can see the frog, but his main intent was to get a better look at her lower half. Now he can see her little blonde curlets up under her nightie. Her face reddens a little as she realizes what he might be seeing, but she says nothing. "Is that what you did before, lie just like that?" "Yes, and I waited and waited. I even talked to the little guy, but he wouldn't move." "I'll tell you what is probably wrong. You're all closed up. You even have your knees together. You need to open your legs so that the frog can jump between them. He needs a place to land." Actually, before, she had lain with her legs slightly apart, but she thinks to herself, ?maybe it wasn?t far enough.? So she shyly spreads her legs so that she is about a foot apart at the knees. The man, still near her feet and looking down at her and getting an eyeful, can barely control himself. Her lips, with the golden curls, are parted now, but just a little. They wait. The man pretends to be watching the frog, but he is staring at her naked loveliness. She is so anxious for the frog to make a move that she is stiff as a board, afraid to move a muscle. She is looking up into the man?s face, hoping that he will indicate with his expression that the frog is starting to move. Then something else occurs to her. What happens when the frog starts doing his thing and the man is still here, and watching? That could be very embarrassing. So she asks him. He laughs softly. "I?ll just wait long enough to make sure he is doing his thing, and then I?ll wink at you and leave, and I?ll lock the door behind me." "OK. Do whatever it takes to get Froggie to do his thing. I?ll just lie here." They wait another minute. Nothing happens. When the blonde looks up at the man and her face changes into an inquisitive stare, he places his fingers across his lips to indicate that they need to be silent, and continue to wait. He pulls a chair over to the bed and sits on it, again at her feet. He continues to look, she continues to wait. On her own, she opens her legs a little more, only another inch or so, but showing that she is more concerned now about having the frog perform than what the man might be seeing. Whenever she glances down at the man, he moves his head from her to where he is looking at the frog, and then back to her. Whenever their eyes meet, he gives her a smile. Her face, for the most part, is red and stays there. After a couple of minutes the man frowns, shakes his head and says, "That is usually all it takes with my frogs. This one seems a little slow. Maybe I should have worded the instructions a little better. Some frogs just aren't into jumping. This frog probably needs to be placed between your legs..." Rising from the chair, he steps around the foot of the bed and coming closer to her, he reaches down. As he picks up the frog, he says, "Open a little wider." As she spreads her legs, it raises her nightie slightly higher on her thighs. Boldly, he reaches down and adjusts her nightie even further up. Now nothing on her lower half is blocked from his view, not even as he stands above her. She is totally nude almost from her navel down. There is electricity in the air now. There is no longer the illusion of modesty on her part because she is ?wearing a nightie.? She has openly been exposed completely to his view. "This should do it." He places the frog facing her vagina on the bed, up close and personal. Her lips are parted even more now, and he can see partially inside her pinkness. He remains standing just above her, staying close to her playing field. Then he says, "You look very inviting now. I've placed the frog so that he is facing...you. Maybe now he'll get with it." They wait, and nothing happens. "Maybe you need to open up a little more..." He hesitates, then adds: "Try bending your legs at the knees and opening your legs out to the side." Her face has again turned red, but she complies as she begins opening her legs as wide as she can and pulls her knees further up towards her shoulders. Her breasts, by the way, even on her back, still stand out under her nightie. But the man is staring at something that really stands out. Her pussy is lovely. She is opened, very opened, and the view is wonderful. But the frog just sits there. The man, however, has taken note of the fact that her lips are now shining with wetness. Talking in a clinical tone, just like a doctor, he says, "I can see that you are wet and ready for him. Let?s try uncovering your breasts. I?ve known my frogs to jump on the breasts first before going below." She hesitates for a slight second and thinks of what she would be doing. She had not intended for it to happen, but she has already shown a strange man her intimate lower parts. Her husband would kill her if he knew. And now this man wants her to expose her upper body. But after all, she has already gone this far, and like the man said, she is wet and ready, so why not? Closing her legs until her heels are flat on the bed, she sits up for a moment and pulls her nightie up a little, thinks for a seconds, then pulls it further up, and her lovelies are exposed. Then she lies down again, with her breasts pointing into the air and with her legs pulled back. She feels flushed, even hot in most of her body. She is totally naked before a strange man, and to make it worse, she is in the bed she shares with her husband! A more beautiful set of tits the man has never seen. They are topped by pink nipples that at the moment are hard from exposure to the air, or perhaps from being aroused. He stares and admires her with his eyes, going up, down and back again. Wanting to call her attention to the fact that she is even more revealed to him, rather than the frog, he smiles and says, "Your breasts are quite nice. You certainly look more than good enough. Those pink nipples are really pretty, but I don?t know if frogs are colorblind. If he is, that?s his loss!" The man smiled at his joke, and she grinned back at him. "Let?s see what he does now, said the man." This time, instead of returning to the foot of the bed, the man remains standing beside her. After all, he can see all she has from above now. Her face continues to redden as they wait. The air is filled with tension and expectation. As he stares at her body, she can not see the frog so she is looking up at the man?s face. She knows what he is seeing and it is extremely arousing to her. If the frog doesn?t do his thing, she is thinking, maybe this man could?? No, no, I can?t do that. She is confused. She is married, and she has never been in a situation like this before, where she might be cheating. Glancing up at his face, she can see that he is looking lower down, either at the frog or at her body. Feeling safe, she sneaks a peek at his crotch, and sees what looks like his bulge. It does not look like the man is erect because the bulge is more rounded than elongated, but still, she can see that he has something under there. "Come on Froggy" The man whispers it, looking directly at the frog. The silence is almost deafening as they wait. Finally, in order to break the tension, and maybe the ice, he decides to make some conversation. Who knows, she might give him the answer he wants to hear? "I can?t understand Froggie?s problem. I know if I was between your legs like he is, I?d certainly know what to do!" It is out in the open now, it wasn?t direct, but it is an offer. She is halfway tempted to invite him to climb on. But that is not the purpose of his visit, she thinks. She knows what he is seeing and that he should not be allowed to do so. Her face is red, but she is more concerned about what the frog is thinking. "Maybe you could get another frog?" He looks concerned and irritated. "I train all my frogs. This one is just being stubborn. I don't want you to have to lie here all frustrated while I fetch another frog. Let's give him another minute" "Do you, have you ever had to come out to someone?s home before to do this, or are your frogs usually better ?behaved??" He smiles. "I?ve had to come out just twice before, and after a little instruction from me the frogs did just fine." She hesitates. "Were they, those other two women, were they married too?" "One of them was. It was quite an adventure for her, I might say." She giggles, "I?ll bet it was." There is something he wants to tell her, something truthful. "I will say though, you are the best, the absolutely nicest looking of the three women I?ve come out to help." She looks up at him proudly. "Nicest looking? You mean my face?" She is craving compliments since her husband rarely gives her any. Her husband will sneak peeks at her body when she is nude, like when she is was coming out of the shower, but he seldom will say something nice, instead just grabbing at her. The storeowner wants to get this talk on a more intimate level, down and dirty you might say. He needs to discuss her body, and openly, so he levels with her. "Well, yes, your face is the nicest too. But it is your body that is most important here because that is what Froggie is supposed to be after. I really don?t know if my frogs even look at a face. Your breasts are very beautiful with their pink nipples and the way they stick straight up in the air when you are lying on your back." Boldly, taking a chance, he reaches out and says, "Froggie, watch this," as he places one hand over her left breast. She is large enough and firm enough to completely fill his large hand, even while lying on her back. "Yes, these are very nice." When she does not protest, he bends over and reaches down with his other hand and gently squeezes both breasts. Then he twirls her nipples between his fingers. "Very nice, indeed! Froggie, are you seeing this?" She stares up at him. Even though it is for instructional purposes, she is allowing this man, this total stranger, whose name she doesn?t even know, to feel her breasts. He is seeing her, and he is touching her. Up until now, only her husband has done these things. She is confused. This man is touching her intimately, and it has aroused her to new levels. Strangely, she does not feel guilty, at least so far she doesn?t. Keeping his hands on her breasts, the man goes on, getting to the main subject. The next step is to talk about her pussy, the place where the frog is supposed to go, and he deliberately goes into detail. "But your pussy is the issue here, and your pussy is the prettiest one I have ever seen. It?s tiny overall, just like a little girl?s, and it?s so lovely in the way your inner lips come out a little ways and curl around your outer lips.? He licks his upper lips and goes on. "Right now it?s opened up wide enough to see just a little ways inside you. I can see that it is all wet and shiny, so I know you are turned on. The frog is just inches away, and he can see that too. I can?t understand this frog. If I was him, I?d be working on you right now!" She just looks up at him with a look of perhaps, wonderment, and says, "Oooh." Never before has she been talked to like this about her body. Her husband is quiet, even shy, except when he is half drunk, and sometimes it even seems like he is afraid to view her nudity. This man, who unbelievably has both his hands on her breasts, is the total opposite, and she finds it to be exciting. "By the way your pussy looks, all wet and shiny, am I right in saying that you?re really horny and ready for ?Froggie?? You are, aren?t you?" She nods her head and it looks almost as if she is ready to cry. She can tell, this nice man understands her and her feelings. But another minute goes by, while the blonde holds her legs pulled up and wide apart. Still, nothing has happened. She has not asked him to climb on, so he takes it a step further to get her completely aroused and past the point of feeling guilt. Reluctantly, he releases her breasts and straightens up. "Let?s try one more thing. We have to encourage the frog. Entice him you might say. Reach down with both hands and open yourself wide so Froggie can have a good look at you." Almost without any sign of shyness, she looks up into the man?s face as she reaches down and opens herself; tugging wide and allowing both the frog and the man a nice look at her pink innards. They can only see a little ways in, but the view is enticing, at least for the man. She stares up at the man and can see the desire in his eyes, but still, no offer comes from either of them. Her mind is still on doing whatever it is the frog was trained to do. The man can see that her clitoris, located just above the entrance, is erect. It is sticking up like a little finger, going at least three-quarters of an inch into the air. He waits for a full minute, then says, "Try playing with yourself while the frog watches." The nice man is telling her to do exactly what she was thinking of doing, but did not dare. She hesitates, then slowly places the fingers of her right hand over her clitoris. She begins stroking slowly, progressively going faster. As she does so her eyes are on the man. "Like this?" Her voice sounds excited, like she is aroused, very aroused. "Do it the way it feels best to you." She closes her eyes and adjusts her fingers slightly, then resumes stroking. It is obvious now from the way her body is squirming that she is enjoying this. "Yes, that?s the way to do it. And keep using your other hand to pull your lips open at the same time." He can see her clitoris being flicked from side to side on each side of her fingers as she swats it to and fro,? "Like?like this," she asks, her voice cracking? Using the fingers of her left hand, she has opened herself once again. He can see down into her little hole, and since she is now probably aroused past the point of no return, he boldly leans down and places his face within inches of her pussy. Her vagina has turned bright pink, almost red. He stares at her pussy from close up as she manipulates her clit. Then he turns his head to the left and takes a long look at her upper body. His eyes meet hers, and he smiles. She tries smiling back, but it is obvious that she is still quite nervous at what she is doing in front of a total stranger. Her nipples are standing out at least half-an-inch further into the air than they had been when he had first seen them. She is very aroused. She has revealed more of her personal self to him than the only other man ever to see her nude, her husband. Her husband, who is off on a business trip, has never seen her opened and acting like this. Further, her husband has never aroused her to the level that she is now experiencing. Then the storeowner makes another bold move. "Froggie, you need to watch this." With that, he reaches down and slowly slips one finger into the little housewife, which causes her to gasp softly. She is tight, but wet around his finger, and both of them can feel how she is gripping his finger as he slides slowly in. Her eyes are closed now, and she does not protest at his forbidden exploration as he slowly starts slipping his finger back and forth, using the fucking motion. Her fingers are busy as well as she continues to play with herself with one hand, and hold herself open with the other. Several seconds go by, and she makes no comment, but most importantly, she makes no protest over his daring move. Finally, she gives in to her feelings and begins to open up to this stranger who has brought her to this level of arousal. "I?ve never done this before. I mean, played with myself while someone was watching." Surprisingly, she does not mention the fact that he is finger-fucking her. "Not even in front of your husband?" "Oh no. He would probably get mad and ask why I would need to do this when he is here to take care of me." This is an opening for him for sure. "Does your husband take care of you when he is here?" She looks embarrassed, almost afraid to answer. "Well, no, not really. He?s more involved with his work than he is with me. I?m just a plaything whenever he wants to fool around. I think that I am a display piece that he likes to show off to his friends. He likes for me to dressy ?sexy? when we go out, but when other men look at me, he acts mad later, like it was my fault that they were staring at me." The man thinks to himself, ?Yeah and the jerk probably also cheats on her when he is gone. Like so many men, he doesn?t appreciate what he has at home.? But he does not voice his thoughts to her. "Is he, your husband, the only man ever to see you like this, naked I mean?" He really wants to ask her if she has ever been screwed by anyone else, but words it more gently. Her answer tells him what he needs to know. "Yes, I was a virgin, but he broke me before we got married." The storeowner is surprised to hear her use the term ?broke me? to describe her loss of virginity, but he goes on. "So your husband has never seen you all opened up like this? I can?t believe that he could neglect you as good as you look!" "No. He?s never seen as much of me as, as you are seeing. Well, maybe a little, when he is lying beside me maybe, a little bit open while he, while he touches me there with his hand, but nothing like this. Most of the time we?ve done it in a dark or almost dark room." As she is talking, she is playing. It is obvious that she is very aroused by all that is happening. She is being truthful. She has shown him more of herself and is now doing things to herself for him, a total stranger, and allowing him to touch her in ways that her husband has never seen or done, and would never understand, apparently. The man has heard her strained voice, and is taking note of her vagina. She is wet now, very wet. He considers slipping in another finger, and decides against it for now. She happens to glance down, and he knows that she can see the huge lump bulging in his trousers. Yes, she can see his bulge clearly, and it no longer looks rounded, for it has grown into an elongated shape, and looks quite impressive. She stares for several long seconds, and her hand seems to be moving even faster over her clit. "Then she speaks. "I can?t wait much longer. Can you do something? About the frog, I mean?" "I?ll try one last thing while you play with yourself." She has her hand on her clitoris, and there is plenty of room below. ?If she allows me to spread her lips, I?ve got her.? "Move your left hand out of the way for a minute." The hand she has been using to tug herself open leaves her vagina, and as she does so, he removes his finger, then reaches down with both hands and taking his fingers to both sides, opens her pussy by tugging on her lips. Her mouth opens in shock at his sudden, forbidden and daring touch. Before, when he had slipped his finger in, she had been masturbating, and it seemed like he was just adding a helping hand. But now, he is touching her very vagina on both lips, and pulling on them. Despite that, her right hand continues to stroke her clitoris. He starts talking before she can protest, if she is inclined to. "Now this, is a lovely pussy, nicest I have ever seen." He turns his head to the right slightly to look at the frog. "See this, Froggie? I?ve got it all opened up for you. I can tell you from experience that she is nice and tight. If you don?t jump on this you are really going to miss out!" He continues to hold her lips opened. Her hole looks to be no larger around than the diameter of maybe a nickel. As he looks from the frog to her lips and back again, he uses his fingers to tug her further opened, then less so, then further open again. Even stretching her as far as he can by pulling, her vagina will barely open to a width maybe as wide as a quarter. The tugging she finds to be very arousing, more so then when he had been working his finger inside her, and he knows it. He does this several times, tugging her opened, then allowing her vagina to close up. "Come on, Froggie." But nothing happens. He has his hands on her, in the most intimate of places. He hates to let go now, but there is one more thing to do where the frog is concerned. Taking a chance, he removes his hands from her vagina. Looking very concerned, he picks up the frog, stares directly into its eyes and sternly says: "Listen to me! I'm only going to show you how to do this one more time! There is no argument, no complaint at all as she continues to play with herself and watches him remove his shoes and then drop his trousers. Her eyes are staring at him there, for she doesn?t want to miss the magic moment when his manhood makes its appearance. He is circumcised and when the fat head of his penis pops out of his button down the front briefs she gasps in surprise and anticipation. Then, as more of his penis comes into view it doesn?t appear to be real long because it only sticks out beyond his shorts four or five inches, but it looks really thick. But of course, since he is bending over, his shorts are pulled out and away from his body. Under there, he has more with which to surprise her. Her fingers continue to stroke as he kicks the trousers over his ankles. The shorts come down as she strokes and stares at the only adult penis besides her husband?s she has ever seen. Balls and penis, she can see it all now that it is no longer hidden in his trunks, and it looks to be somewhere between seven and eight inches long. It is longer than her husband?s penis by maybe two inches, and the entire length of it is way bigger around than her husband?s dick. Though the shaft is thick, the wider head is even more impressive, smooth looking, fat and very shiny. She knows now. Once she has had that inside her, her husband will always feel smaller, or perhaps just small, to her. When he climbs onto the bed on his knees she beats him to the punch as she stops stroking, hurriedly sits up and moves the frog out of the way, placing it beside her. As he crawls between her legs, she is staring down at his throbbing and impressive member, which is now dripping with anticipation. He hesitates as he pauses with his penis just an inch away. "Open it." The lips on her face as well as the lips on her vagina are opened wide as he slides forward on his knees and places the tip of his knob against her. She is completely wet so her pulling the lips open is probably just a formality as he begins to enter her. Then again, maybe it helps because she is so small. "Oooooooh. Oh God, Ooooooh." He grins down at her as she moans and groans. He is in no hurry. After staring at her opened up and wet for so long and then opening her with just his finger, he wants to savor this moment. Her groan is long and loud, and that is just from the way his head feels as he gently opens her with the entire length of his knob. She groans again as he pulls back a little and then moves forward again, going deeper but still no more than halfway. After all the time they have spent with having her hold herself open, and his having to restrain himself as he looked at her, he wants to make this moment of penetration last. She has already stated that no man other than her husband has seen her. This is penis number two for her, and he wants it to be something she will never forget. He eases his hips back slowly and moves forward again. As he goes deeper, her arms and then her legs go up and around him, slowly, hesitatingly at first, and then faster. "Oooh, you feel so good?" He deliberately is not going all the way into her. No, not yet. He wants to feed it to her a little at a time. Within another ten seconds, she has her legs completely around his waist. He is up on his elbows, keeping his upper body from squashing her at this point as he watches her face. He wishes now that he had taken time to place a pillow under her ass to make it easier for her to raise her legs, but there is still plenty of time for that. This man is very good in bed, and giving pleasure is the name of the game. She is beginning to learn what the other housewife who had called him just the day before had experienced. This woman has been even easier to get under him, and she is a looker! The other housewife, no slouch herself in appearance, had called just after the gal under him had left his shop with the frog. The other housewife had asked him to come over with a frog and ?give the frog some more training,? but he had been expecting this new gal to call, and had put the other housewife off ?till maybe tomorrow.? That housewife had been more experienced than this gal under him, but she too had been happy with her discovery of how thick he was between the legs. He hadn?t even asked her, she had volunteered the information on her own and she had wrapped herself around him. "Of all the men I?ve had, four in college plus my husband,? she had said, ?you have the fattest cock, not the longest by one, but the fattest.? She had been fun, and he planned to keep fucking her as long as she wanted it, For now, at least for today, he was going to give his total attention to this new gal. But first he has to know. He is pretty sure, but he wants to hear if from her. "Am I bigger than your husband?" It is not just an ego thing, it is a case of getting her to talk openly about what is happening to her. That is all he asks, but her answer comes out in a torrent. "Oh yes. Way more bigger. It feels like you are ripping me open you?re so wide, but it feels good too." Just then he buries himself, and she adds, "Longer too." And with that she hugs him tighter. He is all the way into her now and lowers his upper body. With his head besides hers, he lies on her for just a few seconds, keeping his thickness buried as deeply as possible. Then, suddenly and without warning, he pulls completely out of her and rises up. At first she thinks that maybe he is going to allow the frog to do his thing, but she does not want that now. Whatever it was that the frog might do, this man is the object of her desires and she wants more. But he was not substituting the frog she learns as he grabs the other pillow and moves to place it under her. She giggles. ?Oh yes, that sounds great to me.? She quickly raises her hips, and the pillow goes under. In seconds he is on her and again she gasps as he makes re-entry. Now, with her ass raised like this, he feels even longer as she wraps her legs high above his ass. He has one final thing to do. Will this little housewife kiss him? It is going beyond just supposedly showing the frog what to do. As his lips move to hers, the little blonde responds passionately. Now, it seems, they have become more than just two animal creatures experiencing each other physically. They or her at least, are now involved with each other on the emotional level. This is all new and strange to her. That first kiss has ended for now. For the moment, her husband is forgotten. Her eyes look up at the ceiling above, and she sees a crack in the paint. It reminds her of where and whom she is, and in what bed. She closes her eyes, not wanting to think about that, and her husband. This man feels so good. He is handsome, better looking than her husband is and with a better build. But most of all, his dick is big, he is stretching her beyond belief and the friction as he moves back and forth is beyond imagination. It is providing pleasure she had only, well, really never dreamed about, and she wants to give it, and him, her total concentration. She grabs his head and pulls it to her, and his tongue meets hers more than halfway. He is a good kisser, and she can feel her body begin a new level of quivering as her excitement level rises. To him, this is just another adventure, another conquest. She is the most attractive woman he has ever possessed, but she is simply a fuck. To her, it is the beginning of something she had never dreamed could happen. A strange man is between her legs. He is a very nice man who is helping her, and she wants all she can get, not just physically, but mentally as well. She sighs loudly, and little tears of happiness appear in the corners of her eyes. His fat cock is buried deep, and she wraps herself around him with everything she has. Her arms and legs clutch at him as he continues moving his hips in a steady motion. He is fucking her everywhere it seems, with his tongue, his penis, even his hands, which are under her ass now and squeezing her cheeks. A new era in her life has just begun, and from now on, it will never be quite the same between her and her husband. For the first time in her life she is being fucked, really fucked. Her first orgasm with this man, and her very best to date is approaching. "Oooooooooooooooooh!" Her fingers dig into him as her orgasm begins. "Oooh! It goes on, never seeming to stop, and she doesn?t want it to end, not ever. "Oooh Mr. storekeeper sir," she paused to catch some air. "My husband," she goes on, gasping, "my husband won?t be home for several days." Then and there he knows. This housewife will become his number one priority, the woman he will fuck whenever available. And he still has the other one on the side. 12863 2.14/512345