But, Christ, was he a hunk of man! All blond and bright, with blue eyes. But he seemed cold and distant. If he were that cold out of the sack, she couldn't see how he would be much fun in the sack.

Unless, of course, he was…

Mean?

Did he take that little wife of his and make her commit humiliating acts on him? Hmmm, what would she consider humiliating? Forced to lick his boots, or chew on his asshole while he jerked off on her face?

Sharon shivered with new desire, trying to think of one thing she would consider humiliating. For the life of her, she couldn't come up with one thing she wouldn't do.

"Christ, I'm starving for cock," she gasped, again thinking of the man next door. "Goddamn you… I want it!"

This wasn't normal, she thought. Pretending it was that bastard next door, and not her husband. Sure, she had fantasized, but she was always aware that it was Ron with her. Now, however, she had to keep looking down, and when she saw Ron's brown hair, instead of a shock of corn-colored hair, she felt her mind explode.

"Fuck me, stud!" she demanded. "Goddamn you! I can't take this!"

Ron had never seen her react so violently before. It was almost as if she were angry. He lifted his face and looked into her eyes. Her expression was vacant, her eyes vampire-like.

"Sharon?" he said quickly. "You ox?" Like a cat pouncing, she threw herself forward, digging her nails into the taut muscles of his chest. With strength that surprised them both, she pushed him to his back and quickly straddled his middle.

"Have to have it," she cried out, grabbing his prick with both hands and shoving it deeply into her cunt. As it spread her aching cunt opening, she gave another scream. "Ohhhhh! Fuckkkkk!"

"Jesus… God," Ron said, his eyes widening. He couldn't believe it had happened. One moment he was licking happily away on her hot pussy; the next, it was wrapped around his cock! And was it wrapped hard! Like in a vise!