Ray Mills - Hot and nasty wife

She felt something like love for Brad. She remembered the way she had greedily gulped down his cum when he had popped in her mouth. The thought sent fire through her loins. A fresh white heat began to melt her pussy.

“Brad, would you take me home, please?” she asked, giving a deliberate affront to Krip.

But Max didn’t seem to mind. “You two go have your fun, if you want,” he snarled. But he caught Amy by the shoulders before she could get out the door.

“You just remember one thing, Amy honey. That was just a taste of the fucking I’m going to give, you. Nobody but nobody can do it to you the way I can. Isn’t that right? Have you ever been fucked that good?”

Amy was frightened of him. She didn’t respond. Max squeezed her shoulders and shook, her violently.

“Answer me!”

“N-never,” she stammered.

Worst of all, she realized that she was telling the truth. She had never been fucked like that. She had never felt an orgasm half as powerful.

“Of course not,” Max chuckled. “Now run along. I’ll be in touch?"

Brad took her arm and they both walked silently to his car.

Tom had cut his finger badly at the hardware store. And since home wasn’t very far away, he left the store in charge of the kid he had hired and drove home to bandage his wound. He wasn’t surprised not to find Amy at home. She’s probably off making a fortune selling that stuff of hers, he thought with a smile.

His young wife’s ambition pleased him. Nothing was going to stand in their way, he thought. Not with the love they had for each other, and their determination to make a success.

He was in the bathroom, carefully unwrapping the blood-soaked towel from his wounded finger, when the doorbell rang.

“Now who the hell can that be?” he said, feeling grouchy as he peeked at the long gash in his finger.

Reluctantly he went to the front door and opened it. Standing on the doorstep was a gorgeous brunette girl with a fantastic curvy body that was well-accentuated by the tight knit dress she wore. Apparently she hadn’t expected him to answer either because she had a surprised but pleased smile on her face.

Well well, Tom thought to himself. She must be one of Amy’s friends whom I’ve never met before. I’ll be damned, I really ought to hang around here more often. She’s a real knockout!

He couldn’t help glancing briefly at her full swelling breasts and the tiny tapering of her narrow waist. But he quickly looked back up at her face. He saw she had been watching him take in her body.

“Hi!” she said brightly. “My name is “Shari Aston. I guess you must be Amy’s husband, right?”

“Yeah,” Tom muttered sheepishly.

He was ashamed for having let her see so unmistakably how attractive she was to him. He hoped she wouldn’t let on to Amy how he had ogled her that way.

“Forgive me for looking surprised,” she said. “I guess I didn’t expect to find a man here. I was expecting to see your wife.”

“Are you friends?” Tom asked.

“Well… actually no,” she said. “I just had something I wanted to discuss with her. A… mutual acquaintance.”

This all sounded very mysterious to Tom. He didn’t know quite what to do. This girl was incredibly luscious, and he wanted to keep talking to her, but he couldn’t just stand there chatting with her through the screen door. And yet, should he invite her in?

Suddenly she saw the blood soaked rag half-entwined around his gashed finger.

“Oh my god!” she said. “What did you do to your finger?”

“I… just cut it a little at work. I came home to bandage it up.”

At this Shari Aston opened the screen door herself and stepped into the house uninvited. She grabbed his hand and scrutinized the wound.

"God, it’s horrible,” she said. “You’d better let me wash it off so we can see if it’s bad enough to have stitches.”

Together they went into the bathroom. Carefully Shari washed his wound and gently dried “Excuse me for being so brash,” she said as she worked on his hand. “But you really need someone to help you with this. It’s always so bard to bandage yourself with only one hand.”

“I know,” Tom muttered again, feeling very nervous having this strange luscious girl’s body so close to him.

The knit dress scooped low at the neckline. When she bent over his hand, he could see down between her full young breasts. It made his cock throb and stiffen, and he hoped she wouldn’t spot the thick lump in his crotch.

“Does it hurt bad?” she asked, turning her face up to his, her half-parted sensual lips very close to his mouth.

“N-no,” he stuttered. “Not much.”

“Oh, it must hurt some,” she said with sympathy. “I can’t see how it wouldn’t hurt, it’s so deep.”

Tom was in seventh heaven. Her hair smelled so good. Occasionally she brushed her swelling hips against him and he felt his prick jump with excitement. He tried to get a glimpse of the round tops of her smooth breasts once in a while without being too obvious.

“No, I guess it doesn’t need stitches,” Shari said, searching the medicine chest for bandages.

“Well, that’s good, I guess,” Tom said foolishly, not knowing what else to say.

“Did you know that your wife and my husband are fucking?” Shari suddenly asked in the same tone of voice.

Tom was floored. “What?”

She fixed his eyes with hers. “I think you heard me.”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

She found some tape and gauze and began bandaging his finger.

“My husband is your wife’s supervisor,” Shari said as she wrapped his finger.

“He’s done it before, with others. I have ways of finding out. He screwed her right here, just last week. He’s probably screwing her somewhere else right now.”

“That’s not very funny,” Tom said, frowning.

“I know it’s not. That’s why I came over here. To have a talk with her.”

Tom was speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears. He knew this girl, who was a total stringer, didn’t have any reason to lie to him. Why would she be saying all this about Amy if it wasn’t true?

But he knew Amy so well. He couldn’t believe she would do something like that behind his back. She had been cherry on their wedding night, just a few months ago. He had had to teach her everything she knew about sex.

The thought of another man holding his wife’s luscious body in his arms, sticking his cock into Amy’s snug little pussy, made Tom stiff with rage.

“You’re lying!” he snarled at Shari.

“There there,” she said, caressing his cheek with the fingers of one hand.

“Don’t take it so hard. I told you, it’s happened to me before. It’s not the end of the world.”

But it was, at least momentarily, for Torn. It was a crushing blow.

“How… how did it happen?” he mumbled, still half-stunned by the news.

“How should I know?” Shari said. “A man and a woman are together. They like each other’s looks.” She looked boldly into Tom’s eyes and licked the corner of her sensual mouth with her tongue. “Boom boom, suckee fuckee,” she murmured.

“You wouldn’t have anything around here to drink, would you?”

Half-dazed with both sadness and anger, Tom realized that he needed a drink himself.

“There’s a bottle of Scotch in the kitchen,” he mumbled.

“Good!” Shari said, taking his arm.

They went into the kitchen and she poured each of them a glass of Scotch. She raised her glass to his and clinked them.

“Here’s to revenge,” she said.

But Tom’s mind was far away.

“You’re not paying attention, sugar,” Shari said. “I know something that’ll get your mind off it. You follow me.”