Robert Jenkins: Loose wife

She kept her eyes tightly closed as she felt the spongy head of Hal's cock plying open her pussy-lips. He legs opened wider, raising up a little as she eagerly pulled Hal's crotch toward her own.

Hal's bloated prick slid up into his wife's waiting cunt.

"Ooooohhh!" Jill moaned as she felt herself penetrated. Inch after inch of bone-hard prick shoved its way slowly up into her welcoming cunt. A thrill of pleasure ran through her entire body. She almost opened her eyes, but stopped herself at the last moment. It was Pat who was fucking her. That image she kept firmly in her mind.

Hal ground his pubic bone down against his wife's. His cock was buried all the way up into her tight pussy-hole. He could feel her cunt trembling around the base of his cock. Jesus, she was hot tonight!

Hal started fucking slowly in and out of Jill's lush naked body. Her hips jerked into motion, fucking back. He put his hands under her round, taut ass-cheeks, guiding her movements, holding her loins up so he could shove another full inch of cock-shaft up into her hot, quivering cunt.

Jill kept her hands, at her sides, digging into the bedspread. She didn't dare touch Hal. Then her body would know it wasn't Pat, panting above her, fucking his marvelous, magical cock in and out of her glowing pussy. She had to keep silent, too, afraid she might blurt out Pat's name.

Funny… she, had never done more then exchange a few careful words with Pat, and now she was acting as if she had to conceal him as a lover. Just because of the unfaithful thoughts she was harboring in her mind.

"Ooooohhhh, baby, you're really hot tonight!" Hal panted.

He stared down at his wife's glowing face. Funny, she seldom fucked with her eyes closed, but her lids were shut tightly. In a way he liked it. It made her look more mysterious.

Hal's words nearly blew the whole fantasy bubble for Jill. His voice was all wrong, too deep for Pat's. She clung stubbornly to the image in her brain. Her cunt responded hotly, flowering open greedily as she visualized Pat's thrusting prick driving deep up into its sensitive depths.

"Ooooohhhh!" Jill moaned, the first mound she'd uttered since Hal had started fucking her.

She'd better cum soon, she realized hazily. Hal's cock was swelling larger and larger up inside her cunt. He was dearly going to cam.

Jill felt a mouth against her tits. She tried to imagine Pat licking her nipples, drawing them deep into his mouth, Hal was doing. He loved his wife's big tits, loved sucking them. Loved the way her dark, berry-red nipples responded.

"Ooohhh!" Jill wailed.

She was cumming! She could feel the spark ignite far up inside her match. It didn't matter who was fucking her now! She was on her way!

Hal felt his wife's body convulse under his. Her cunt milked hungrily around his throbbingly hard cock. Jesus, she was off, hot as a firecracker, cumming as only his dynamite wife could cum!

"Ooooohhhh, baby…" Hal moaned.

He couldn't hold back any longer, not the way her cunt was clamping rhythmically around his quivering shaft.

"Yyyyyaaaa!" Hal roared, his back arching as the first searing burst of sperm shot the full length of his shuddering cock, jetting far up into Jill's convulsing cunt.

Jill was lost in an intense but distant world of shooting colon and wild, almost unbearable sensations. Hal was forgotten, Pat was forgotten. All that mattered was the ecstasy pouring through her body. Like the release of waters pouring through a breach in a shattered dam, energy poured through the writhing girl's spasming body, leaving her weak and purged as the last of her orgasm ended in a violent shudder.

Hal's cock slipped from her box. He rolled tiredly to the side, leaving her lying alone, his sweat drying on her naked body.

Slowly, Jill's ecstasy faded away, leaving her with a feeling she didn't like. A feeling that she'd somehow betrayed someone who loved and trusted her. She knew nothing about Hal's occasional bouts with other women.

Jill fidgeted around from group to group, wondering if Pat had been invited to the party. So far, she hadn't seen him. Maybe the best thing was to put him out of her mind, anyhow.

She knew she was acting like a child, worse yet, carrying on in her mind about a man she barely knew.

Yet, in a way, Jill felt she had an intimate relationship with Pat. Mostly on the strength of that wild fantasy-fuck, when it had really been Hal plowing a furrow up into her cunt.

Sill wondered if maybe she wasn't just horny. It had been a whole week since she'd last fucked Hal. The night of the last party. The night of the phantom Pat-fuck.

Maybe she'd just better quit playing around and wait until Hal took her home. She'd let him fuck her, if she wanted to. He sure hadn't been paying much sexual attention to her lately. This new realization came as a slight shock to Jill. She'd been so wrapped up in her own preoccupations that she'd hardly noticed. Hey! Maybe she'd better pay more attention to her home life!

Jill looked around for Hal. He was buried in a taking, laughing group, mostly female, mostly smashed. As she walked over to her husband, Jill saw he was deep in conversation with a lithe, sexy blonde. Where had she seen the woman before?

Then it came to her. At the last party. Locked deep in conversation with Hal. She'd been too interested in Pat then, to notice. Come to think of it, Hal had been talking to the blonde earlier this evening. Ever since they'd gotten to the party.

A small spark of jealousy flared up in Jill's mind. Even though she'd been bored with her husband lately, she felt alarm. Suddenly her basic security was threatened.

"Having a good time, dear?" she asked, moving next to Hal, possessively taking his arm.

"Huh? Oh, yea… sure," Hal grunted. His eyes barely met hem, then swung back to the blonde. "Honey, I want you to meet Sue. Sue, this is my wife, Jill."

Hal seemed to be going through the introduction ritual purely out of habit. Jill had the idea he hardly knew she existed. Becoming angry, she debated causing some kind of mild scene. Nothing she'd have to be too embarrassed about later. Maybe she could just start talking to Hal about something intimate. Some topic that would automatically cut out Sue.

Then she saw Pat. He had come into the room, alone, she noticed. No one with him. His dark, lively eyes swept over the group, met her, and stayed put. She felt a little thrill as she saw he was looking at her in recognition – and with pleasure.

Well, two could play Hal's game. "See you later, dear," she murmured, letting go of his arm.

She let herself drift through the crowd, apparently aimlessly, saying hello here and there, finally ending up close enough to Pat so one of them would have to acknowledge the other.

Pat spoke first. "Hello, Jill," he said.

For a skinny guy, he certainly was sexy. Or so Jill thought. There was something so alive about him. So direct and sensual in the frank way his eyes slid approvingly up and down her lush figure. She felt a funny little flutter in her belly. As if she was about to get fucked.

"Hi," she said wishing she could think of something witty to say. But it wasn't necessary. Pat's eyes on her body told her that. For the first time in her life, she found herself approving of a man lusting after her for her body. She didn't give a damn whether or not he thought she had a brain in her head. All that mattered was the desire showing so plainly in both their eyes.

Hey, wait! she warned herself. You're a married woman! Jill felt a hint sinking inside herself as she faced that fad straight on. Her intense sexual attraction to Pat could never materialize as anything but fantasy.

Well, then, let fantasy reign. For the rest of the evening she'd pretend she and Pat had a sexual future. And she could see Hal glancing over at her. His eyes narrowed as he saw her standing with Pat. Serve him right if he got a little jealous, the lecher, with that damned blonde, Sue!