R Finch - The hottest wife

"My cunt's ready to explode! Shove your prick deeper! Fuck me to death! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Ohhhh Goddamn! The inside of my pussy's tingling like mad!Ohhh!"

Norman's big prick jerked, stabbing still harder into Bonnie's wet cunt, and then his cum poured into her. He ground his crotch into hers, pushing his cock as deep as possible and shooting his wad with a shuddering moan.

The feel of his bat jism gushing up her snatch was enough to set Bonnie off, and her groans pierced the silence of the room, her thighs tightening so much around Norman's jerking hips he had held to her with his cock spurting wildly.

They clung to each other even after the spasms of pleasure faded away, Bonnie's legs sliding down weakly from around his hips but her arms still tight around his neck. "What a great humping!" she whispered hoarsely.

"Stick around," he laughed, "and you'll get another one even better. I'm going to fuck you tonight until you can't even move."

"And I'll help you get hard again," Bonnie giggled. "I'll help you get hard as many times as you want."

"I'll bet you will."

It was right in the middle of a blow job Bonnie was giving Norman, he sprawled flat on his back on the bed while she took his stiff cock deep in her throat, that Bonnie first heard a sound like the front door opening. Her ears perked up, and she listened intently for a moment, but then, hearing nothing further, she assumed it was merely her imagination. She went back to concentrating on sucking Norman's big prick, her head bobbing over his crotch while her small hand quickly jacked him off.

And then, from out in the living room, a woman's voice called, "Norman? I'm here, Norman. Where are you, honey?"

Bonnie froze, her eyes darting up to see what her husband's reaction to some woman in their living room calling for him would be. He lay there as if in a state of profound shock, his eyes wide and resembling a cornered animal's.

"Oh God!" he blurted. "I completely forgot about her…"

Acting as if she owned the place, a petite and very pretty young woman in a bright-red jump-suit that zippered all the way up the front walked into the bedroom. She was naked under the jump-suit. That was obvious because she already had the full-length zipper pulled all the way down to her hairy crotch and was trying to wiggle the rest of the way out of the outfit as she walked. She stopped abruptly when she saw Norman and Bonnie on the bed together.

It was then that Bonnie recognized her as Jill Grayson, George's cute little wife.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jill said quickly, trying suddenly to rezip herself, but unable to because the zipper jammed. Her round, bare tits poking out, she backed up, stammering as she did, "I'm really sorry busting in like this. I didn't think you'd… that is, Norm told me…"

And, like, a jigsaw puzzle coming together in her mind, Bonnie suddenly saw all the pieces fit together neatly for the first time. Norman's working late every night. Norman always too tired to make love to her. George's wife Jill working late every night on her charities and clubs. The fact they were having an affair now struck Bonnie as so obvious that she could only wonder why she hadn't seen it sooner. Not necessarily that Norman was screwing Jill, but that he must have been screwing somebody. It was all so damn obvious!

Bonnie glanced back to Norman, but he was sitting there dazed and shaking his head numbly. Jill just stood there semi-nude, trying to make explanations, but never quite managing to finish even one sentence.

To all of their surprise, the front door suddenly opened again and a moment later George Grayson stormed into the bedroom and grabbed Jill roughly by the arm.

"I thought you were up to something, you little whore!" he bellowed at his wife. "I knew it, Goddamn it, I knew you were fucking some other guy! I followed you."

Jill, still struggling with her zipper, bunt into tears. "I don't… I was just… Norman and Bonnie were…" she cried, turning her pretty face away. "God, I'm so sorry, George, I'm so sorry."

It was then that the entire story came out at last. Jill and Norman confessed to George and Bonnie about their behind-the-scenes fucking, and then – feeling a bit guilty – George and Bonnie confessed to virtually the same thing. All of them were pretty shook up by the stories each had to tell, but the anger present in the beginning was now noticeably absent, or at least subdued.

"Well, now what?" Norman asked, looking from one to the other. "Do we just forget the whole bit, promise never to do it again, and just avoid each other from now on, or what?"

Bonnie still was stark naked, as was Norman, and she couldn't help noticing that George, glancing at her every now and then, had a throbbing hard-on that pushed his pants out in front. She was the one to say, "I've got an idea. Since all of us have fucked each other anyway, why don't we all just climb in bed together. Just for tonight and just to get it out of our systems. Kind of a last, fling before going back to being married."

Nobody could argue with that, at least nobody would argue with it. As agreeable as any four people could ever be about such a thing, George got undressed while Bonnie and Norman helped Jill get her zipper unstuck and then her red jump-suit off. Finally all of them climbed into bed.

Bonnie took the opportunity to look Jill Grayson over. Naked, Jill was more than only pretty, she was gorgeous. Small and delicately featured, with hair as raven black as Bonnie's, she had round, uptilted tits that swayed gently when she moved. Her nipples were huge, the points of them scarlet and already distended excitedly. The lush growth of curly hair that surrounded her snatch was neat enough to look like she might have trimmed it with a pair of scissors. And the deep pink slash of her clint, filled with glistening wetness, was so swollen that her thick cunt-lips gaped open to reveal the tight hole within. It was no mystery to Bonnie at this point that Norman had been so interested in humping the hell out of her every chance he got.

"Let's do a daisy-chain," Jill giggled, and so the four of them stretched out. "I hope the neighbors aren't too close, 'cause I make a lot of noise when I start coming," she added with a grin.

As it worked out, all of them lay on their sides ringing the huge bed; Norman with his head between Jill's spread thighs and sucking her cunt, Jill with her mouth tight around George's rigid cock and sucking him off, George with his face pressed to Bonnie's crotch and licking her snatch – his tongue paying particular attention to her faintly trembling clit – and Bonnie blowing Norman and jacking him off at the same time.

It was a little awkward because of the close circle they formed, Bonnie and Jill both having to bend the cocks they sucked back slightly to get them in their mouths, but ioon all four of them were moaning and trembling and concerned only with giving and getting as much pleasure out of their sex organs as they could.

Bonnie took Norman's throbbing prick almost to her tonsils, her head bobbing sideways on the bed as she sucked and licked all over his stiff meat. Her hand moving frenziedly, she squeezed his cock and kept pulling ar it, wanting him to shoot his wad down her throat.

Between her parted thighs, George's tongue was lapping up into her slippery cunt and sending electric shivers through her quaking loins. He sucked and kissed her pink clit until she was gasping and squirming wildly, her legs straining to open wider and her hips jerking forward.

"Suck my pussy harder, George!" the young housewife managed to groan around the mouthful of cock she had. "Suck my clit right down your throat! Ohhhh! My cunt's getting so wet, it's soaking my legs down to my knees. Ohhhh God! Stick your tongue up my cunt-hole! Deeper!Ohhhh, it's so good!"