Gaia library special editions – wild wife

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Sally felt wonderful. Not just because her tits were being licked and her cunt had just
had a finger up inside its horny depths. What made her feel best was a sudden feeling
that, at least for now, John seemed to be his old self. There was a real warmth, a happy-
go-lucky affection coming from him, kindling her passion as much as the touch of his
hands and tongue.
When he had her panting with arousal, John stood up and made Sally take his place on
the couch. He positioned her so that her ass cheeks were poised right on the edge of the
seat, her cunt thrust out, her legs spread wide.
Her cunt gaped lewdly at him through the obscene opening in the short pants of the
nightgown. When Sally hooked her fingers in the waistband and raised her ass off the
couch so that she could pull off the panties, John stopped her "No," he said. "I like it
the way it is. It may sound kinky but those corny panties turn me on.
Well and good, Sally thought. If they turned him on enough to get him to fuck her
regularly, she'd buy a dozen pair.
John was standing in front of her. She watched him undress. His shirt went first, baring
his broad, powerfully-muscled chest. Then his pants and last his underwear.
She stared at his naked cock. Sally had always been a little in awe of John's cock. It was
so big! She hadn't been a virgin when they met. She had known plenty of other cocks
before, which was why she was so impressed by his. She loved it. It was long and broad,
hardening to a kind of firm rubbery texture that was able to plunge deep into her cunt
without hurting her tender tissues.
She watched John handle the big shaft, saw it grow harder and longer as he massaged
the smooth prick. She saw the head enlarge until it flared out from the stalk behind it.

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Her cunt ached, seethed and throbbed, ready to be filled with that marvelous organ.
John knelt in front of her. His face was soft with love as he fed his cock slowly up into
her pussy hole. "Oh, John... Oh, John!" Sally whimpered happily as she felt inch after
inch of hot throbbing cock meat slide into her quivering body.
Suddenly she wished she hadn't spoken. Some of the tenderness went out of her
husband's face, as if he'd been awakened from a dream.
He looked down, his face incredulous, almost as if he were surprised to find his cock
buried in his wife's cunt. "What's the matter, John?" Sally blurted.
"Nothing. Nothing," he growled. But it wasn't the same now. John's face, was fixed, set.
He seemed to be viewing what he was doing as some kind of duty. A duty that he
wanted to get over with as soon as possible. As he looked down at his cock sawing in
and out of Sally's cunt, the look on his face underwent an even further transformation.
With a sickening lurch of her heart, Sally read it as disgust.
She almost pulled away from John then, hating the thought of being an object of
disgust. But it had been too long since she'd been fucked. Her hungry cunt wasn't
about to give up the big cock now plowing steadily in and out of its voraciously sucking
depths.
Wordlessly the two fucked. There was no sound but the wet squish, squish, squish of
John's cock chugging in and out of his wife's juicy snatch, the sound of their breathing,
slowly growing faster and faster.
Suddenly John's face screwed into a tense grimace. He grabbed hold of Sally's hips and
began fucking faster. Sally gasped as she felt John's prick digging deeper and deeper
into her cunt. For a moment she liked it, then she realized what he was doing.

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He was trying to get it over with. Long before she was going to have a chance to cum.
His sudden coldness had turned her off a little. She was going to take longer than
normal tonight.
And she wouldn't get the chance. She heard John grunt, saw his features twist further,
then felt a wet heat flooding her cunt. "No, John... no!" she cried out. "For God's sake,
couldn't you wait a little for me?"
The repressed rage of months of frustration flooded out of Sally. She felt completely
turned off now, even while john's sperm was still jetting hotly up into her cunt. As soon
as he had finished cumming, Sally drew her hips back, forcing his cock out of her cunt.
"You're so damned selfish," she said acidly.
John's face flushed. "If you don't like what I've got to offer, baby," he snapped back,
"don't beg for it."
Sally turned pale with rage. She disentangled herself from John and stomped into the
bathroom, where she tore off her sexy nightgown and threw: it in the trash. Then she
carefully washed every drop of John's sperm from her cunt.
She had cooled down a little by the time she came out of the bathroom. She was
thoughtful now. Thoughtful and sad.
John was in bed. He rolled over, away from her when she got in beside him. "John,"
she said. "We've got to talk."
He mumbled something and stayed facing away from her. "John... I don't know what it
is," she said, "but something's going wrong between us. Oh, I know from experience
that you'll just say it's only that I'm not satisfied with the way you make love. That

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you're obviously not enough for me. But that's not it at all. It's something deeper. We
did fine in the beginning, and I don't think I'm really any more demanding now. John,
I..."
Sally looked over at her husband disbelievingly. "John!" she said sharply. But he was
snoring.
How could he do it? Sally wondered, more upset by his apparent indifference than to
what had passed between them in the living room. Didn't he realize she wanted to
discuss the whole future of their marriage? What Sally failed to remember was that
John was one of those people who fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. He
hadn't paid any attention to her because he hadn't heard a word she said.
It took Sally hours to go to sleep. Then she had the dream. The dream of being
ravished again and again but never brought to orgasm. A dream symbolic of the last
few months of her life.
When John woke her up she saw that it was dawn. So much for the night. It took her a
while to come down from the vividness of her dream. She expected to hear sounds of
the door being battered down at any moment. John lay beside her, moving around a
little, apparently not quite asleep, not quite awake.
Sally realized how horny and aroused she was. The dream had been so real. Her cunt
felt like it had actually had a couple of huge hard cocks up inside. Every time she
moved, she felt her thighs slip wetly over one another. Her cunt was gushing.
She glanced over at John and got the surprise of her life. He was lying on his back, and
wonder of wonders, the sheet was tented high above his loins.

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He had an erection.
Sally hardly dared breathe. Having seen it enough times, she had no trouble forming a
picture of what her husband's erect prick must look like under the sheet. Luscious. Her
cunt throbbed as she stared.
At first Sally held back, because of what had happened between them last night. But her
hungry cunt won out. If there was even a chance...
Sally squirmed close to John, raising one leg and putting it over his thigh. She rubbed
her cunt against her husband's leg, knowing she was leaving wet pussy tracks behind.
She could feel the rigid base of John's cock, resting on top of her thigh.
She boldly reached out and grasped the bone-hard member. John stirred, his eyes
opening a little.
Sally started jacking him off, hoping she could get him so excited he'd fuck her. But
John's eyes shot open wide as she rhythmically squeezed his prick. He tore himself
away, rolling out from underneath the covers and her leg, onto his feet next to the bed.
"God, do I have to piss!" he yelped, and moved off toward the bathroom.
Sally was once again mortified. She squeezed back tears as she heard John pissing in the
bathroom. But she was determined not to let him see her cry. Mixed with her
disappointment was bitter anger.
When John came out of the bathroom he didn't try to get back in bed. "Jesus, it's
already time to get ready for work," he said, looking at the clock. He grimaced.
"Mmmnn... my head kind of hurts. I guess I drank a little too much last night."
Sally read John's mood as apologetic, even guilty. But it didn't make her cunt feel any

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better. She lay in bed, not saying a word, staring up at the ceiling as John finished
getting ready for work. "Well... bye, honey," he said lamely. Sally didn't say a word.
John darted out of the house, almost grateful to have escaped any further words with
his wife.
All through the time John was still in the house, Sally was aware that her pussy still
throbbed. It needed, and it wanted her to know. She rigidly suppressed it until at last
she heard the front door close.
Then Sally got out of bed, grimly determined to do something about her cunt.
Something that would at least temporarily satisfy her endemic horniness.
She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She bent down and rummaged
through the vegetable drawer, finally coming up with a long, thick cucumber.
She had spotted it the day before in the market. A perfect cucumber, with a smooth
skin and blunt, rounded ends. She had been unable to resist the impulse to buy it,
although neither she nor John cared much for cucumbers. Sally carefully washed the
big vegetable, using warm water, because the cucumber was very cold from the
refrigerator.
Then she went into the living room and sat down in the big armchair. She put the
cucumber down on the arm of the chair and lay back.
For a moment she did nothing. Then she began to think. To think about all the fucks
she could remember. To think about the many times hard cocks had slid up into her
twat.
The more she thought, the hornier she got. Her hands went to her tits, massaging

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them, lightly at first, but soon her fingers were digging brutally into the big creamy
mounds. The soft flesh squirted back through the gaps between her fingers. When she
moved her hands, they left red marks behind. Out of rage and frustration, she was
almost mutilating herself.
When her nipples were so hard and swollen Sally was afraid they were going to split,
she turned her attention to her cunt. She began running her fingers slowly up her
steaming slit, shivering as she did so.
She was so wet! Her fingers slithered the length of the fleshy valley between her legs,
soon coated with her gushing juices.
Her forefinger found her clit. She began to circle the taut little button, remembering the
way the pirate had circled it with his tongue in her dream. God! That was something!
she thought. To be ravaged that way. Of course, she thought glumly, they hadn't been
man enough to get her off. Even in her dreams.
An awful thought occurred to Sally. Maybe it was her fault! Maybe something had gone
wrong so that she couldn't cum any more, at least not when a man fucked her with his
cock. Maybe John had been trying hard all the time and she was just... turning frigid!
Maybe the only way she could get it off now was to rub her own clit.
Well, that's what the cucumber was for. Sally moved one hand away from her cunt and
picked up the big cucumber. It was cold in her hand, not really as nice as a cock. But it
would have to do.
Sally slowly parted her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand. She looked down,
almost curiously, watching the thick, hair-fringed pads part, baring her inner slit. She
saw her pussy hole gaping eagerly. Well... it was going to get filled.

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Sally carefully placed the rounded tip of one end of the cucumber against the dimpled
opening. She started to push it up her twat, rotating it a little.
Jesus, it was cold! Sally gritted her teeth as the cucumber slowly screwed up into her
cunt. She felt her pussy walls stretching, fighting back a little because of the coldness of
the big vegetable.
But she kept on shoving. Eventually she felt it hit the far end of her pussyhole. It was in
her cunt all the way.
Sally began slowly fucking the cucumber in and out of her twat. Her cunt either got
used to the coldness or the cucumber began to be warmed by her cunt. Either way, she
started to feel good. Her breath came a little faster. She grabbed the cucumber as hard
as she could and began really ramming it up into her snatch. It sucked in and out with
lewd, loud, wet noises.
Sally hooked her legs up over the arms of the chair, so that the whole plane of her
crotch was spread out as flat and as open as possible. She could clearly see the
cucumber jutting from her crotch. Her obscene vegetable lover.
She began playing with her clit again. It felt so good that she forgot the cucumber for a
while. It stuck out of her cunt like a smooth mossy stump.
"Oooohhh... aaahhh," Sally whimpered, her fingers dancing madly over her clit. It was
so sensitive now she doubted she could have borne anyone else but herself to touch it.
She knew just how hard and where.
She knew she would cum in another few seconds if she kept up this mad pummeling of
her clit. But she also realized that wouldn't prove anything. No. It had to be with the

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cucumber.
Sally reluctantly took her hand away from her clit. She wrapped her fingers around the
cucumber again and began pumping it in and out of her pussy hole.
It felt very good now. The cucumber had warmed up, and maybe even softened a little
as it soaked in her hot pussy juices.
She tried to pretend it was a real cock, closing her eyes and trying to remember how the
handsome captain had looked in her dream. The more she thought about him, the
more excited she became. She imagined the cock was his, and rammed it in and out of
her snatch with her eyes closed.
She was fucking herself really hard now. The cucumber was racing as far up into her
vagina as any cock ever had. And one nice thing. It wouldn't cum prematurely.
Sally curled her body forward and wrapped her other hand around the cucumber. Her
tempo increased, the cucumber a green flash as it moved in and out of her cunt, its
hard surface shiny with her cunt juices.
She cheated a little, arching the edge of her ass so that it banged into her clit every time
she shoved the cucumber up her twat.
She got so excited she squeezed too hard and some of her finger broke through the skin
of the cucumber into the soft white pulp beneath. Oh God, she thought despairingly,
was the cucumber going to let her down too?
But she found she could get an even better grip on the big vegetable now as her fingers
dug deep into its meat. Cucumber seeds squirted out onto her straining thighs. She felt
cucumber juice mixing with her own hotly flowing pussy juices.

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Then she felt it, her orgasm, flowering alive deep inside her cunt. She knew just what to
do to keep it alive. She thrust the cucumber deep, timing the thrusts to coincide with
the increasing surges of her passion.
Sally's head jerked back as a savage spasm ripped through her belly. She was suddenly
cumming. Her orgasm was overpowering, the result of too much built-up frustration. It
wasn't even pleasant. Just a long drawn-out, shrieking, whimpering, shuddering release.
More cucumber seeds squirted out of the mangled vegetable, sticking to Sally's wire-
tight thighs. The cucumber was ruined when her orgasm finally ended and she sank
back in the chair, gasping.
After a little rest, Sally carefully pulled the cucumber out of her cunt. She wanted to
make sure none of it broke off inside her snatch. She could see herself going to a doctor
and saying, Doctor... could you scrape these pieces of cucumber out of my twat?
For the first time in days Sally laughed. Then her face sobered. "What the hell do you
have to laugh about?" she asked herself acidly. "Jes-us... reduced to making it with a
fucking cucumber!"
She held up what was left of her most recent lover, then took it in the kitchen and
tossed it down the garbage disposal. She was on her way back to the bathroom, so she
could take a shower and wash the cucumber juice off herself when she looked over at
the bed and saw where the indentation of John's body was still visible on the sheet.
Sally suddenly started crying. She fell on the bed, sobbing. "What went wrong?" she
cried out. "God damn it, what the hell went wrong?"
Eventually she got herself under control. Getting up from the bed she postponed the
shower and went into the kitchen to mix herself a drink. She grimaced as she took the