EXTRACT FOR
Lawyer's Lusty Trophy Wife
(Thomas Roberts)

Later, I met Marvin for a quick lunch at a deli across from his office. I asked him to check my right ankle as he wolfed down a corn beef sandwich. My husband quickly looked down at my leg while chewing his last bite, but his jaws stopped moving when he saw what was there.



"I don't want to break one of your rules, so I have to tell you that the sales lady ate my pussy until I came." I found myself biting my lower lip while waiting for Marvin's reaction. "We didn't talk about doing women, so I don't know if I broke the rules."



Marvin's kiss was hotter than ever, except for the taste of Corn Beef.



"Honey," I said. "I'm so turned on right now I'll agree to anything."



"Go find a man to fuck," he said. By this time, a group of boys were watching us. I didn't know how much they'd heard. I tried to get my husband's attention, but he kissed me as he said he had to return to work.



I was sitting alone by the window in the deli after he left when a tall, strong-looking young man walked toward me and sat down in Marvin's chair. He was followed closely by four or five other guys.



"I heard you need a man to fuck you," he said. His face was a mask of arrogance and excitement.



"How old are you?" I asked him, trying to act as if I didn't really care how old he was.



"About nine inches," he answered.



I was surprised by his answer, and my eyes involuntarily swung to his crotch. A thick snake-like cock ran down his shorts until it nearly peeked out his leg hole. I felt my mouth water, I wanted cock, but I wasn't sure about this guy. I tried to say something, but my mouth wasn't working right.



He moved closer until the head of his cock was touching my bare thigh. "I'll treat you right." I moved my leg away from him.



"What about all your friends?"



"Don't worry about them; I'll tell 'em to get lost."



I stood and collected my bag; he had a hopeful look on his face. "I have to go," I said, moving toward the door. I had to walk around him, and he caught my arm. I didn't try to get loose; I only looked down at my arm, wondering what he planned to do. What he did was to rub the long hose of his cock along the back of my hand. I don't know if it was really nine inches long, but his cock was big, and I could feel him further harden against me.



Then Dale, the manager, came over and offered to drive me home. I told him I'd driven and that I'd be okay, but I thanked him for his kind offer.



"Good," the kid said. "You can give me a ride."



I noticed how big he was, at least a head taller than me, and his body was shaped like a capital V. He turned my hand around so that his cock rubbed against my palm. I felt the skin moving over the large head, which sent a thrill to my clitoris, at least the third one that day.