Robert Jenkins: Wide open wife

But would it work the same way with another woman? Maybe she'd have a chance to find out. And maybe, she dared hope, it might work with another man!

"Oh, Tom," she said passionately. "Shove your finger up my cunt! I'm going to suck on your cock until I make you shoot off in my mouth!"

Tom's hand fumbled down over Lucy's ass, searching for her pussy hole. But he had another idea – an idea so lewd that he felt his blood boiling as he tried to visualize it.

"No!" he panted. "There's a better way! A way for all of us to get off! Marge, get the fuck off my chest!"

Marge, a little taken aback by Tom's sudden take-charge manner, obediently rolled from his chest, her cunt regretfully leaving his talented mouth and tongue.

"Now lie down!" he told Lucy, pushing the girl down onto her back. "Okay, Hot Lips," he said gleefully, turning to face Marge. "Get down on all fours and start eating that gorgeous, little blonde cunt of hem!"

"Hey! What are you going to do? Just watch?" Marge asked. But Tom slapped her on the ass. Marge crawled between Lucy's legs. It wasn't until she realized that her ass was not thrust up into the air in Tom's direction that she began to get the idea too.

"Right on!" she said enthusiastically, and buried her face in Lucy's tight, blonde cunt.

"Aaaahhhh," Lucy moaned, her eyes misting as she felt Marge's expert tongue slithering inside her cunt slit. Dreamily, she watched Tom maneuver around behind Marge's well-rounded ass-cheeks, and then she, too, knew what was about to happen, and a warm rush of excitement poured through her body.

"Hang on tight, Hot Lips," Tom growled as he crawled on his knees close behind Marge's lush ass and seized her buttocks kneading the soft, velvety flesh. Marge complained, but Tom stopped her with a sharp slap on the ass. "Shut up and get ready to be fucked."

"Promises, promises," he heard Marge say wetly, and then he was working his swollen cock up between her thighs, shoving it under the soft swell of her ass, digging it up into her tender cunt. She grunted around her mouthful of cunt flesh as Tom rammed his rigid shaft into her pussy hole, then jammed her ass back hard, impaling herself to the hilt on his rampaging cock.

"Keep on sucking!" he warned Marge as he slammed his hips repeatedly against her ass-cheeks, driving his cock farther into her hot, wet depths with each powerful stroke.

"What a couple of gorgeous broads," he panted as he looked at his wife. What a set of tits! he thought as he watched Lucy dig her hands into her own tits, caressing the nipples with her slender fingers. He had always thought she had the most perfect set he had ever seen, and now he watched breathlessly as she approached orgasm. He knew all the signs – her quick, shallow breathing, that unusual purple coloring in her eyes that always preceded a climax, and the desperate way she played with her tits.

"Hang in there, baby," he said encouragingly while he continued fucking wildly into Marge's fleshy cunt. He had the illusion that he was fucking straight through Marge into his wife. He knew he was going to come, too, and hoped all three would get off together.

But Marge suddenly cried, overwhelmed by Tom's wild thrusts into her hungry cunt. She started to come, her head twisting helplessly away from Lucy's nearly-climaxing cunt as her body bucked and jerked, convulsing helplessly.

"Oh no!" Lucy cried. "Don't stop now! I'm almost there!"

"Hang on, honey!" Tom panted as he fought to keep Marge's spasming cunt muscles from making him come, too. He held onto the brunette's shuddering body until he sensed most of her orgasm was over, then he pushed her to the side and fell eagerly on his wife's waiting body.

"Oh, Tom!" Lucy cried happily as her husband rammed his cock, already slippery with Marge's cunt juices, up into her snatch. Her legs locked desperately around his lean ass, drawing him closer as she desperately pounded her hips up against his madly fucking cock. "Oh Tom… make me come!"

"God, but you're beautiful!" Tom told his panting wife as he held her body tightly against his. He marveled at her soft roundness, wondering how he could have neglected her so long. Other women were okay, but how could he have given up Lucy?

"Oh, Tom, I can feel you swelling up inside me!" Lucy panted, her eyes wide and hot.

"I'm… I'm going to come!" Tom panted back.

"Oh, good… come… come in me! Aaagghhh!" Lucy cried as they came at the same moment, Tom's jism jetting up into her shuddering cunt. Tom yelped as Marge, started squeezing his balls. He thought his orgasm would go on forever, but finally his balls were milked dry and he collapsed on top of Lucy's quivering form, alive to the feel of her firm, sharp-pointed tits against his chest.

"Hey! You two were beautiful!" Marge said huskily as the young couple embraced.

"Tom, I'm so happy!" Lucy said. "You-you don't mind Marge being here, do you?"

Tom looked over at Marge, his eyes admiring her naked loveliness, her full round tits and the juicy cunt he'd just fucked.

"Are you nuts? Of course I don't mind," he said with feeling.

"Oh, Marge, stay with us!" Lucy pleaded.

Almost instantly, Marge became defensively cynical.

"Oh, sure," she said. "Can I bring a friend? I know this great guy with jots of bucks and a cock you wouldn't believe. And he had this hot little chick who gives fabulous head and…"

"Come off it, Marge," Lucy interjected. "You've got a home if you want it."

Marge was silent for a moment, kneeling on the bed next to Lucy and Tom. Then a slow stream of tears began trickling down her face.

"Oh, Lucy… Tom," she sobbed, and embraced them. The young couple welcomed her and within five minutes, they were asleep in one another's arms.