Confession of a Horny Housewife

"I'll teach you to behave like a slut!" Joe hissed.

Suddenly, I felt the rough palm of Joe's hand rub up and down my exposed womanhood and a finger slip inside of me. Then there were two. Joe's massive, thick fingers slid into my wet, gaping pussy with ease. Then three fingers were invading me. He wasn't too rough as he stretched me open but he wasn't overly gentle either. It felt wonderful, as he started to gently pump his fingers into me and rub the knuckles of his fingers on my G-Spot. Next, I felt his thumb tickling and circling my puckered ass as he spread the slippery wetness of my arousal round and around, then gently into my resisting opening. The tip of his thumb slid in with ease and then he started to wriggle it gently whilst pressing it home. I'd never had anal sex and had only experimented with my own slim finger on occasion. The feeling of this thick, wriggling thumb slowly penetrating me there was simply sublime. I went from slight pangs of pain to those of immense pleasure as Joe gently worked his thumb deeper until he had me impaled on his fingers and thumb like a bowling ball. He was rhythmically pumping his fingers and thumb into me and bending and straightening his thumb. I could do nothing but lay on my front, head sideways with my mouth open in a gasp. He still pinned me at the hips with his arm and was pumping me gently to orgasm.

It was right then that I had an overwhelming need to pee. I was bursting to pee and Joe had me pinned and was fucking me with his fingers. I could feel myself clamping onto him as I desperately tried to avert the embarrassment and my eyes rolled and I gasped and moaned uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Joe stopped. He pulled his thumb out of me gently and then his fingers. He took his arm off of my back, stood and in one sweeping movement slid an arm under my hips and scooped me up like a rag doll, throwing me unceremoniously over his shoulder. I lay with bare ass in the air over his shoulder and placed my hands on his back.

"Now you get what's been coming to you" Joe hissed and strode into the main bedroom with me over his shoulder. I was completely his. I wanted him to take me. To use me like a whore. I was totally compliant and wanting.

Joe sat on the end of the bed with me still over his shoulder and as if I was just a rag doll, he transferred me in one simple movement so that I lay on my front over his lap. It was now that I became aware that there was a substantial presence. His penis was engorged and I could feel it moving in his shorts and pressing against my lower belly as I lay across his lap. He roughly pulled my robe off my shoulders so that I was totally naked, placed one massive hand on the small of my back then out of nowhere; Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

He repeatedly smacked my buttocks in turn. I lost count. There was no warning, no pause, just a repeated spanking of each buttock in turn. Even now, Joe wasn't too rough. It stung like crazy and I felt helplessly pinned by his rough hand, but the feeling was a mixture of humiliation, stinging pain and absolute pleasure.

After this stinging assault, my buttocks were on fire. Joe placed a rough hand gently on my behind and rubbed my buttocks round and around, up and down, delving a finger to roughly penetrate my pussy and wipe my oozing wetness up onto my ass. I was close to orgasm again and I could feel it welling up in me, as again was the need to pee.

Before I could try to negotiate a tactical withdrawal to the loo or take five to pause for breath, Joe grabbed me and literally threw me on my back, stark naked onto the bed.

"That'll teach you to mess with a man like me" Joe growled. "Now you get what's coming to you!"

Joe stood upright at the foot of the bed as I raised myself onto my elbows to watch him whilst laid on my back, legs splayed apart, in total awe of his frame. Joe lifted his tee shirt off over his head and stared at my groin. I stared at his face, scanned his chest and his flat but contoured stomach and rested my gaze at the huge bulge across the front of his shorts. I was totally mesmerised and just fixed my stare at his confined erection. Joe slipped the thumb of each hand into the waistband of his shorts and in one swift downwards movement slid his shorts and underwear down over his thighs. His penis leapt free from its confinement and rudely pointed upwards as he raised each leg and kicked off his shorts. It was truly the most beautiful penis I had ever seen, in real life or in pictures. And it was by far the biggest. It had a gentle upward curve and the shaft was as thick as was the huge swollen head. His penis was the same tanned complexion as the remainder of his body, yet the shaft was slightly darker than the top couple of inches and there was a darker ring at the end of the tanned section where the sun had obviously got through the fabric of his shorts. His balls were proportional to the size of his penis; they were huge. I figured that Joe was twice the size of my husband!

Joe, stood naked with a fully engorged and huge penis, was a work of art. He was quite simply and by far the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I quickly made a calculation in my mind and decided that the cucumbers I had been using were not in the correct proportion. Joe was thicker by far and I had a sudden feeling of fear and trepidation that he was going to try and f***e that enormous tool into me.

Joe mounted the end of the bed with one knee and crawled forward, his head lowered to between my legs. I duly obliged and opened my legs wide as his mouth came down onto my gaping cunt. He started to lick up and down, pausing on my clitoris to gently lick, suckle and nibble at it with his lips. He worked me with his tongue, delving, dabbing it into me, all the while with his massive hands grasping my thighs. I seldom got to enjoy this kind of a treat and I was really being pleasured by it. I writhed and rotated my hips onto Joe's invading mouth, clutched at his hair to pull him onto me whilst propping myself up to watch him in action. That feeling of wanting to pee was building again and I was in dire fear of a diplomatic incident if this assault continued much longer. Joe would be getting himself a face full and I would die of embarrassment. I needed to touch that beautiful penis, to have it in my hands and in my mouth. I needed to break free from the delicious pleasures that Joe was providing with his mouth before it got too out of hand. Somehow, I needed to slip away to pee!

Suddenly, Joe stopped. He withdrew his mouth from me and licking his lips, he crawled up over me, grabbed a large round decorative cushion from the head of the bed and slid it under the base of my back. I let my head lay back on the bed as Joe shuffled forward and immediately grasped the shaft of his penis, positioning it on my wet, gaping womanhood. He looked down at himself as he studiously rubbed the enormous gorged head of his erection along the slit of my opening. He began to gyrate his hips slowly, forward and back, rubbing the shaft up and over my now throbbing clitoris, which rudely stuck up and outwards.

Introducing the tip of his enormous manhood to my opening, he pressed forward very gently until the entire swollen and purple head slipped into me. My eyes rolled in my head and I gasped "Oh Joe!'

After a brief pause to ensure I was comfortable and with my raised hips at the appropriate angle, Joe pressed forwards and a few inches of his thick, throbbing penis slid into me. The pleasure was intense. There was no pain or discomfort at all and I was holding my breath and whimpering in pleasure. Joe then started to pull out of me gently, then push back into me. His penis seemed to glide on the sopping wetness of my arousal and after several gentle thrusting motions, almost the entire length of him was in me. I could feel him filling and stretching me, the pleasurable ache it caused in my pussy and tummy were incredible! Suddenly, Joe made a final push. I felt the head press against my cervix which caused a sharp pain, making me cry out and jump, trying to move away from him. Joe stopped still for just a few seconds, he then gently started rotating his hips. I could feel the enormous head of his penis start to circle my cervix and he pressed forward until I could feel his huge balls draped on my ass.

This feeling of being totally and completely filled was the most pleasurable and emotional experience I had ever had. Joe pressed onto me, his pubic bone rubbing on my clitoris as he slowly gyrated, rotating his penis in its deeply penetrative position and I grasped him tightly with my hands over his upper arms and shoulders, wrapping my legs round his back and just hanging onto him like a limpet. All of his weight and power were pressing onto my groin. He supported his massive torso on his arms and looked down at me with an intense, passionate look on his face. I could feel the emotion and passion build in me. I felt like weeping with joy, but welling up in me was my orgasm and that uncontrollable need to relieve myself. I was going to wet myself at any moment and as Joe fucked my gently and firmly, not even withdrawing his penis from its fully inserted position, I was being pushed over the edge. My orgasm overtook me. I clamped onto Joe with the muscles of my pussy, hung onto him tight and let go. I released. I wet myself, I came, I shuddered, I cried and I shook as I had the most amazing orgasm I had ever experienced!

Joe just kept rotating his hips and pressing into me as my juices gushed over his swollen manhood, running down my crack onto the sheets. When my orgasm subsided, Joe gently withdrew with a "Plop!" and moved down my body and started to suckle my swollen nipples. His rough hands gently stroked, squeezed and fondled my breasts, gently tugging on my nipples, licking and gently nibbling them as I lay in a heap, waves of orgasm still rolling through me.

I was almost unable to move. I felt exhausted. But Joe hadn't finished with me yet! He gently turned me over onto my front, shifted the cushion to under my hips and approached me from behind. I lay still, head to one side with mouth open, my ass in the air and legs apart. I felt Joe kneel behind me and he introduced the head of his throbbing cock to my asshole and gently pushed it forwards. There was no way my tight little hole was going to take that monster and it would have been too painful. I flinched as Joe fumbled to get his penis further into me. He grunted, gave up even trying and I felt him pressing the head into my gaping pussy.

This time, he didn't employ the slow and steady routine. I felt him glide into me almost fully, filling me, gently stretching me and making me gasp with pleasure. Joe put one hand each side of my shoulders and I felt him rise up behind me a push his groin hard at me. He fully entered me with a loud grunt and proceeded to fuck me hard and rhythmically, nibbling at my shoulders and the back of my neck. He grabbed my hair at one stage and gently pulled it as he fucked me faster and faster. There was no pain, just the feeling of absolute ecstasy of being filled, fucked, used, wanted, being pleasured. Being taken.

Joe pumped into me harder and harder, grabbing my hips with his huge, rough hands and impaling me onto his weapon. He fucked me to a shuddering orgasm and then filled me. I could feel his hot sperm gushing into me as he roared like a beast and collapsed onto me. We lay exhausted for a few minutes, before he climbed off me, drew me to him, kissed me and stroked my face before pulling on his shorts and walking from the room then straight downstairs. I lay there for several minutes panting, trying to recover and to put what had just happened all in place in my mind and emotions. If Joe had asked me to run off with him right there and then and leave everything I had built over the years I would have. I was totally besotted! I wanted this beautiful man to fuck me day and night. To have him in sight daily, in my bed and to hold me safe and close in his massive arms.

Once I had regained some composure, I stripped the soiled bed linen, showered, pulled on some panties, shorts and a tee shirt then changed the bed and put the laundry on. By the time I had got downstairs Joe had finished for the day.

As much as I would have loved to have reported that Joe fucked me silly every day from then on, it didn't happen. Indeed, despite continued efforts to snare Joe, he continued much the same as before. Polite, aloof, gentle and busy.

The day before we were due to move house, Joe came over to do a final clean of the pool. I was really frustrated and wished that we could have carried on daily but it just didn't happen. Joe seemingly didn't want it to happen. I tried to the very end. I took my shower and just put my robe on. I wanted to please Joe. Everything was in boxes and we were essentially packed. I asked Joe if he would mind helping me by carrying a box down from upstairs, in the hopes he might throw me on the bed and fuck the hell out of me but he didn't. I traipsed about after him as he went upstairs, but he simply took the box and carried it down to the hall. We went into the kitchen together. I desperately wanted some indication from him, some acknowledgement. I wanted a display of his affection. Anything!

We stood in the kitchen and I thought I'd give him the sassy.

"Any chance you might want to have another look at my waste disposal Joe?" I asked cheekily.

"Which one?" Joe responded, with a glint in his eye.

I realised immediately what he meant and the genius of my remark struck me suddenly, although it wasn't supposed to mean what he had interpreted. He was alluding to the one in the sink or my bottom. I played up to his comment.

"Whichever one you prefer" I retorted, then turned, raised my robe to expose my ass to him, arched my back to present it then fanned the bottom of my gown at him.

In an instant, Joe stepped forward, grabbed both my wrists behind my back and manhandled me to the edge of the kitchen table, pushed me forward to bend over it and was upon me.

"Not learned your lesson huh?" Joe growled.

I was pinned in position, bent forward over the kitchen table. Joe roughly pulled my robe up over my back and held both my wrists in one hand. Before I could even start to struggle or complain, he had his erect penis positioned between the cheeks of my ass. I had no intention of fighting him! He released my wrists and I grasped the edges of the kitchen table, stood on tip-toes and presented to him. Joe crouched and his face was on me. His tongue was devouring my pouting little asshole and pussy. After a few seconds of feasting, Joe stood and I felt him pressing the massive head of his penis into my ass. He was pressing and probing but he was just too big.

"Bitch!" Joe hissed. Then he slid the head of his erection down to my gaping womanhood and took me. He was in me in a matter of seconds. He pounded me. He grasped my hips and gave me the fucking of my life. The heavy timber kitchen table was moving about as he pounded harder and harder until I had a juddering orgasm. He reached his climax and withdrew suddenly and grasped his penis in his huge hand. I quickly dropped off the table onto my knees and took as much of his huge member into my mouth as I could cope with. It was so fat that one hand of mine would only go half way round it. He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth onto him. I was well practiced with deep throat and my gag reflex was mastered, but he was just too big to get more than the initial third into my mouth. My jaw ached but I stuck with the task as he suddenly ejaculated with a roar and I swallowed for all I was worth. I sucked and slobbered and drained every drop, continuing to lick and suck and stroke him as his erection subsided.

I smiled smugly at Joe. He gave me a fond smile and a soft, warm kiss. "I guess I might just have to teach Mrs. Walker's girl a lesson at some stage" Joe remarked. He then pulled up his shorts and went outside.

That was the last time I saw Joe. We moved home a day later. That was over twenty years ago. I wonder what he looks like at seventy. I'd still love him to take me!