John Friday - The wife_s hot whipping

Maria's face flushed with warm passion when the first molten jet splattered the wringing tube of her tight throat. Wet, rasping sounds came with each gulp and the tension of her pulling lips increased. Then, as her lungs began to burn for want of air, the color of her bobbing face darkened. She felt delirious, dizzy and desperate beyond words. That feeling spun around in her brain, and it twisted even more wildly in the channel of her cunt.

At last Hal gave a long, wavering cry. The pitch and screaming intensity of his voice increased to a shrill peak, then deepened and faded and trailed off.

"Oh, that was the best climax I ever had from a fucking throat!"

Maria pulled away from his gleaming wet cock and gulped in air just moments before passing out. "Hunnghhh, it was good for me too. Sucking cock like that makes me so hot. But I need a good fucking to really cum!"

Hal smiled, lifted her and pulled down the long zipper in the back of her dress.

Hal and Maria vanished from the room before Honey even noticed that they'd met. She was too busy gazing at Frank's broad, hairy chest and thinking about his magnificent thick cock to see her husband's warm grin or hear the few murmured words Maria spoke in reply. When she looked around, they were gone.

That answered one question buzzing in her mind – whether Hal would pick his tall and stunning new partner or the petite and supremely confident Maria who looked so elegant wearing that beautiful white mink.

Honey smiled impishly, glad, in a way, that Hal had chosen Maria. She felt a slight pang of jealousy when she thought of the dark-haired woman's compact beauty and how sleek and tight her little cunt must be. But it was nothing like the growing resentment she felt when she looked at Dolores with her long, copper hair streaming down below her ass.

The tense, ripely curved little blonde couldn't look at Dolores without seeing her naked in the sleeper of a big diesel, happily fucking her brains out with Hal. It didn't seem fair. Just a few days ago they'd talked and laughed about what a frigid, conniving bitch she was. And now she was smiling, almost leering at Frank.

"You sly, sneaking bitch!" Honey grumbled under her heated breath. Then she swelled her finely curved tits with a huff of determination and started toward the corner of the room where the two of them were talking. Their eyes were so eagerly locked together they didn't even see her approach.

"Hi, Frank," Honey cooed, running her fingers softly down one of his thick, strong arms.

"Huh? Oooh, hi Honey." Then he looked right back into Dolores' flashing green eyes. "So you're going to be driving a truck," he said.

She nodded, swirling her long, sexy hair. "I think it's so exciting, starting something so completely new and different."

"I was just thinking the same thing. I've never met a woman who's a full head taller than me."

"My height intimidates a lot of men," Dolores said in a wistful tone. "That's part of why I was so turned off for so long."

Honey stood by fuming, not part of their conversation at all. The two of them acted like she wasn't even in the room.

"I'm more intrigued than intimidated," Frank said with a lusty grin.

"And I can't help wondering if I've really changed," she replied in a voice so breathy that Honey could imagine steam hissing out of a dragon's mouth.

Honey sneered and said, "I've never had a need to change. I've loved cock since I was old enough to know what one was."

"We've all heard," Dolores said with a quick, cold and tight little smile.

"But right now it's something entirely new and different that interests us both," Frank said as gently as he could. He took Dolores by the arm and headed her toward the hall. "I remember there's a spare bedroom about halfway down."

Honey looked stunned, then her jealous anger exploded and flushed her face burning red. "You hairy ape! You fucking giraffe! You two don't belong in the bedroom – you belong in the fucking zoo!"

Frank shrugged off her abuse and the foul string of muttered curses that followed them down the hall. "I think this is the first time in her life that hot little bitch didn't get exactly what she wanted."

"And I think she's getting exactly what she needs most," Dolores said with a satisfied smile.

In the spare bedroom, the tall, regal beauty turned as Frank closed the door and shut off the sound of Honey's fuming rage.

"It really doesn't bother you that I'm so tall?"

"Not a bit. I think it's exciting as hell!"

"And that maybe I'm frigid and cold?" Frank shook his head and began to open the front of his shirt. "I see that only as a challenge."

Dolores shot him a longing glance and let her eyes drift down to the thick, dark mass of hair on his chest. "Er, why don't you let me take off your shirt?"

Frank said, "Sure."

And he smiled, thinking that she was not as different as she thought. His small, incredibly sexy wife liked undressing him too. It still excited her after all the years they'd been married.

"Your muscles are so thick and strong," Dolores said, stroking the thick, rippled bands as she peeled the shirt off his back.

"And yours are so long and sleek and smooth." Frank ran his hands down her back, pulling open the zipper of her new dress.

"I really felt sexy when I first put that on," Dolores told him. Her fingers were so eager they fumbled with his belt and the opening of his fly. "But I feel sexier still now that it's sliding off."

"I can tell," Frank said. His cock strained and throbbed in his pants, wildly excited by the uncertain movements of her anxious hands.

He found the strap of her tight bra and fingered the clasp. In an instant it popped open and her firm, upswept tits burst free. He slid his hands beneath her arms and reached to the front to cup and work the ripe tits until their taut nipples bulged between his fingers.

"Ooooh," she gasped. "Your hands are so big and rough, but the way you fondle my tits is so soft and gentle."

Only for now, Frank was thinking. He could hardly wait to bear her panting, breathless in the heat of desire. Then he could maul and suck her sweet ripe nipples until she screamed.

"Ooooh, you must really like my tits. I can feel your cock getting harder, and I haven't even got it out of your pants."

Frank answered, "Uuunnngh, yeah!"

She finally got one of her long, slender hands coiled around his thick, hairy cock and began pulling down his shorts with the other.

"Aaahhhh, it's as thick and hairy as the rest of you," Dolores said. Then she giggled nervously. "It must tickle."

"Try it with your mouth and see."

"My m-m-mouth?" Dolores held back, clutching the hard shaft in her hand. "I haven't done that much. I don't think I'm very good at it."

"You haven't driven a big semi-truck either," he reminded her.

"Hhhhhmmm, right."

Dolores bowed forward and long coppery waves of hair spilled around her face. Frank could feel the silky brush of it on the backs of his hands and he increased the pressure of his tit-milking grasp.

"Aaaahhhh!" Dolores gulped anxiously. Her lips circled and pressed warmly on the bulging cushion of his cockhead.

"Now run that big fucker through all the gears," Frank told her. "Forward and reverse."

"Hhhhmmm," she purred, lifting and tilting her head to one side. Then back, around and down.

He responded with moans of pleasure and began a slow, rocking motion of his hips to urge more hot cock into her mouth.

"Yyyuuummmm," Dolores said, pulling with warm, but still uncertain strokes of her lips. The hot throbbing of his cock in her mouth made it feel like her own racing heart had climbed up her throat.

"You like it, I can tell!"

"Hhhmmm-mmmm!"

"And you want more, don't you?"