On The Lazy Boy

written by John Ray
Boy/Girl

John was fucking his wife up the ass on the leather lazy chair in front of the TV set. Both of them were naked. The cinnamon lube he had squirted up her ass before they started was beginning to trickle down his dick and between his thighs. It felt warm and slippery on his skin.
"Talk dirty to me Janice," he said to his wife, who had just dropped their two sons off at soccer camp in their light blue Astro-van. "Talk dirty to me while I fuck you up the ass."
She was sitting on his cock, legs draped off the sides of the lazy chair. She wasn't facing him. All John could see was the back of her head-the short straight hair of her sexy blond bob. His hands were around front holding her relatively small tits. He was pinching her nipples between his fingers.
"Fuck me," Janice said. "Fuck me up my nasty ass."
"You are a nasty girl, aren't you baby?"
"Yes."
"And how do nasty girls like it?"
"Up the ass."
His hands moved from her tits down between her legs. He stuck his right index finger inside the crease of her pussy. It was completely drenched. He found the knob of her clit and started playing with it. Janice moaned and quivered in John's lap. She was starting to sweat. Her blond bangs were partially matted to her forehead. The entire living room was now thick with the scent of sex: Breath; ass; pussy; and cinnamon lube.
His cock was still up her ass. In front of them, the TV was still on. For the first time, John noticed what they'd been watching: A re-run of "The Dukes of Hazard."
"Christ," John said, and put his hands back on his wife's tits.
"What's wrong, honey?"
"Nothing," John told her. "I'm just so hot for you, I want to fuck you all afternoon."
"All afternoon?"
He kissed the back of her neck. "Well, as long as physically possible. Tell me one of your fantasies while we do it. That helps me perform better."
"Okay." She adjusted her position on his cock, making sure it was all the way up her ass. She began bouncing on it, and like a slut in a porn movie, she said, "I want to fuck ten guys at once. One after the other-all up my ass."
"Jesus Christ," John said.
"Yep," Janice continued. "Ten guys at once. We would do it right upstairs in the back bedroom. My face would be made up like a whore-lots of rouge and eye shadow. I'd be completely naked except for red leather heels and white garters. When the ten gentlemen arrived, I'd lie on the bed, pull my legs back behind my ears, and say, 'Come and get it.' Then each man would come and fuck my ass. Fuck it good and hard, so I really felt it."
"Then what?" John asked.
"Then, while the next guy waited his turn, I'd suck his cock. Maybe even the next two cocks. I have this thing about sucking two cocks at once, about going from one to the next, back-and-forth, slapping their hard meat against my chin, strands of pre-cum running between my tongue and the tips of their dicks . . ."
"I'd like to see that," John told her, panting.
"I bet you would. Anyway, I'd fuck every single guy in the room-all ten of them, one after the other, without stopping. Doggie, missionary, even leaning off the edge of the mattress, pinned on my head. As long as there was a cock in my ass, I wouldn't care."
"What would happen at the end?" John asked her.
"What do you mean?"
"Where would each guy blow his load?"
"All over me," Janice said. "My face, my stomach, my tits . . . even up my ass, if they wanted to. I love feeling a guy shoot his sticky hot cream up my tight little backside."
"You're fucking nasty," John said. "You know that?"
"I do." She was about to come again, the fourth time that afternoon. She took one of John's hands off her breast, and shoved it down between her legs. She was soaking wet. Her pussy juice, as well as the cinnamon lube, was all over everything. Her, John, the Lazy Boy . . . so much come and wetness that John could feel his naked body slipping and sliding in the leather chair.
Janice made a face like a pressure cooker-rosy red cheeks and bulging white eyes-and came in John's lap.
"Ooohhhh," she said, and swallowed.
His cock was still up her ass.
Everything was a soaking mess.
John reached his hands up and put them back on her tits. The scent of Janice's pussy was strong, which pleased them both.
"God, I love fucking you," she said to her husband.
John mumbled that he loved fucking her too. But there was no time for small talk; it was John's turn to orgasm, and he wanted to get right down to business.
He pulled Janice toward him, grinding his hips against her firm round bottom. She had a great ass-so much fun to fuck. The best was the way it sounded, the squishy churning of a man plumbing his wife's sloppy tailpipe.
John's breathing was getting heavy. He was nearing orgasm, approaching the final straightaway.
"Tell me more about your fantasies," he said to Janice, almost drooling.
"More of my fantasies? Like what?"
"Like what else you dream about doing?"
"Well, I have this thing about getting pulled over on a highway and being forced to be a sex slave to a state trooper."
"Really? How does that one go?"
"I'd be speeding-doing eighty in a fifty-five zone-and he'd pull me over."
"And?"
"And he'd tell me to get out of our Astro-van, and to follow him off the side of the road, into the bushes.
He'd have his gun out, and would be waiving it in my
face. Then I'd say, 'Please, I have a husband and two
kids, don't shoot me. I'll do anything you want.' And
then he'd say, 'Fine. Take off all your clothes.'"
John was nearing orgasm. "Keep talking, I'm almost there . . ."
"So," Janice continued, "I take off my clothes. I strip down right in front of him: Skirt, blouse, bra, panties. But when it comes to my heels, he wants me to keep them on."
"Why?" John asks.
"Because he has a heel fetish. Anyway, once I'm naked, he makes me get on my hands and knees. He walks around in front of me, opens the fly on his police uniform, and pulls out his massive prick. He makes me suck it until he's hard. Then he walks behind me, gets on his knees, grabs my hips, and savagely fucks my ass." Janice paused, then added, "Oh yeah. And when he's about to come, he shoves his prick in my mouth."
And that was all John needed to hear-he had reached fission.
"I'm gonna shoot!" he shouted, and fumbled to get Janice off his lap. In one swift motion, she was out of the lazy chair, down on her knees, and jerking John off all over her face. When John was finished coming, Janice pumped his cock one last time, than started sucking it clean.
"How does your ass taste?" John asked his wife, looking at the globs of jit sticking to her cheeks.
"Yummy," Janice said, and licked her lips.
"I bet it does," John said. "I bet it does at that."
Janice fixed her hair.
John put on his pants.
On the TV, Bo Duke was sliding across the hood of the General Lee.

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