Robert Jenkins - Loose wife

By the time they were halfway home, Jill knew they were going to fuck. The knowledge annoyed her. Not that she wasn't horny enough. It had been several days since Hal's hard cock had slipped up into her needing, cunt. Utile tremors of lust twitched her pussy-lips. Her crotch fit like a steaming swamp.

So why was she annoyed? Hal thinks he can reach out and grab my snatch anytime he wants. She thought. Whether I want to or not. Well, in a way he could. After that, they were married, living together, sharing the same big king-sized bed. And it wasn't as if Hal wasn't sexy enough.

So quit acting like a neurotic housewife, Jill, she warned herself. She'd be understanding. Let him pound his cock up her cunt, fuck the hell out of her.

Jill began to get excited as she thought about being fucked. Strange, though… if she thought about Hal fucking her, she turned off a little. But if she just concentrated on the image of a disembodied cock slipping up into her snatch, spreading open her hot pussy-lips, she got hotter and hotter.

It had been such a sexy party. Everyone drinking too much, losing their inhibitions. And there had been that couple in the hallway, who hadn't thought anyone could see them. The man's hand was shoved down the front of the woman's pants. From the way her hips were pumping, there was no doubt in Jill's mind his finger was buried up inside the woman's pussy-hole.

Hal's voice cut into her reverie. "Oooohh, baby, am I horny!" he moaned. "Why don't you give my joint a little loving attention."

"Here? Right now?" Jill asked, surprised. They were driving down a main street, lights all around. "Sure. There's hardly any traffic," Hal grunted.

"Come on… just pull the fucker out and start wailing." Oddly enough, the idea appealed to Jill. It had an element of adventure, flair. Something more exciting than the conventional bedroom fuck. Her cunt got a little hotter as she obediently reached down and unzipped Hal's fly.

His cock was already half-hard. She could feel it throbbing as she wormed her fingers through the opening in the front of his shorts. Hot and throbbing, a rubbery, meaty shaft.

"Easy… easy!" Hal groaned as she worked the thickening shaft out into the open. It was hard work, but at last the bulbous cock-head popped free.

Jill let go of her husband's cock for a moment. It uncoiled, after its confinement, like an awakening boa constrictor. Blood pounded into the thick-veined shaft, until the whole pulsing length thrust rigidly out of her husband's fly, pointing straight at the windshield.

Jill wrapped her fingers around her husband's swollen cock-shaft.

"Uuunnnggghh!" he grunted, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

The car swayed a little, from one side of the lane to the other.

Jill felt her cunt growing hotter and wetter as Hal's prick swelled bigger and bigger. She wormed closer to him on the seat.

"Come on. Beat me off!" Hal panted.

Jill started working her hands up and down his prick. The loose outer skin slid smoothly over the iron-hard inner core. Hal's cock-tip swelled out of her hand like a huge purplish mushroom.

"Suck it… can you suck it?" Hal groaned.

He loved to have his wife suck his cock. Jill hesitated. It was going to be hard to fit her head into his lap, with the steering wheel so close.

Jill half lay down on the seat, her torso twisted, her legs trailing over the edge of the seat. She wormed her head past the steering wheel. Did she really want to do this? Oh, hell, why not? It somehow reminded her of the man and the woman in the hallway at the party. Stealing sex, with the rest of the world likely to intrude at any moment.

Hal's bulbous cock-head was only a fraction of an inch from her face. As the car hit a bump, it dug softly into her cheek. She turned her head a little. Her lips opened to let the tip of her husband's massively swollen rod slip up into her mouth. Instantly, she tasted the pungent flavor of cock.

"Oooohhhh, Jesus God Almighty!" Hal blurted out.

He nearly ran off the road, but managed to get the car back under control. The bliss in his cock, with his wife's butter-soft mouth closing around the trembling shaft, was almost more than he could bear. Tears came to his eyes as he tried to concentrate on driving the car.

He looked down at his wife. A damned good-looking woman, even if he could only see the back of her head. Her thick lustrous dark hair spilled over his lap.

Jill's was thrust up a little as she struggled into a more comfortable position, her head buried in her husband's lip. Her short skirt had ridden up, baring the backs of her thighs. The smooth silky skin gleamed whitely in the street lighting.

"Thank God for power steering," Hal murmured as he took one hand from the wheel and slid it down towards Jill's ass. He felt her quiver as his hand pulled her skirt up, then worked up between her soft thighs.

Jesus Christ! Her panties were like a sponge! Dripping wet! Hal worked one finger up under the leg band of Jill's sopping panties. His fingertip dithered through thick warm puddles of pussyjuice, then popped up into his wife's cunt-hole.

"Uuuummmpphhh!" Jill gurgled around her mouthful of cocks.

Her body jerked as she felt her cunt stuffed full of her husband's hard, knowing finger. Her head began to bob back against his hand, helping work his finger deeper up into her hungry snatch.

They were in the suburbs now, with less traffic. There were fewer stop lights, but Hal managed to miss one. He was glad, because now he could concentrate on his wife's mouth around his cock. Her head was bobbing up and down, like her ass, her lips sliding nearly the full length of his rock-hard prick. He wondered how she could do it. How she could take the head of his cock down her throat the way she did.

His finger pounded in and out of her cunt, the leg band of her panties scraping against the side of his finger. He could feel her tight cunt working greedily against his fingertip, sucking at it like it was a cock about to spurt fizz up into her juicy hole.

Hal slowly became aware of something huge beside the car. He looked up, out the window. A huge truck-tractor rig had stopped at the light beside him. The driver, from his high vantage point, was staring straight down into his car. The man's eyes were bulging as he watched Jill sucking on her husband's cock. At Hal's hand disappearing up between his wife's thighs from behind. At the lewd way Jill's shapely buns were pumping up and down.

Hal smiled tautly up at the driver. Good thing Jill didn't know they were being watched. She'd probably freak out, stop sucking his cock. Fortunately, the light changed. Hal stepped hard on the gas, his car shooting away from the intersection. He almost last control with only one hand on the wheel and his balls throbbing wildly as she eagerly sucked his cock.

She had managed to work one hand down into his pants. Her fingers were stroking his drum-tight balls. Hal began to realize, from the way his cock was throbbing, that he was going to cum soon unless she stopped.

He debated doing just that, making her stop. But what a waste of good mouth-work! His cock ached to come, to shoot its hot load up into his wife's sucking mouth. But he knew he'd probably wreck the car.

"Oh, Jesus!" Hal suddenly mooned.

It was too late! He was already starting to cum? His cock was bucking and jerking, a hot burning sensation shooting up from his balls, racing the full length of the shuddering organ.

Barely in time, Hal managed to pall the car over and perk at the curb, the engine still running. His foot mashed down hard on the brake.

"Aaarrrggghh!" he groaned loudly as the first hot jets of sperm shot into his wife's hotly sucking mouth. His one hand clawed frantically at the wheel while his other hand dug as far up into Jill's gushing cunt as is it would go.