Ray Mills - Hot and nasty wife

Tom felt like he was the one who was being fucked. He had to hold on for dear life, jabbing her with his prick, sinking his teeth into her smooth shoulder.

She began to come with a violence that tore the hot squirting strings of cum out of him at the same time.

“Aanngghiiieeeeee!” she wailed, thrashing insanely as the thunderclaps of her orgasm pulverized her. “Unh! Ohhnnn! Aanngghiieeeee! Uunneeeeeee!”

Tom held onto her squirming, twisting body, clenching his teeth with fierce pleasure as he felt the hot jism spurting out of his prick. But his pleasure was nothing compared to hers, apparently. He could see why she. claimed, to love to fuck. She was a champion multiple orgasm girl.

Just when her first orgasm seemed to die down, she suddenly began screaming and wrenching his prick again with her spasming cunt.

“Oh god, oh god, don’t stop!” she cried. “Keep it going, keep it going! I can come forever!”

Tom held tight to her shuddering body as she gave birth to a long shattering string of orgasms. Then, when he thought she was finished, she rolled over on top of him. She clamped her legs tight on his falling prick and pumped crazily.

"Ohn! God, not yet! I’m still coming! Ohh! Unnnnn!” she babbled.

She scrunched her cunt down on what was left of his cock and came again, like a bomb.

“Ohn! Uunnnnneeeee! Uunngghhieeee!”

Finally she collapsed on top of him, panting and whimpering.

“Oh Jesus, it’s so good!” she moaned. “So good, so good! Thank you, sugar!”

She kissed him ardently and snuggled up to him, coiling her soft sensual body around him. She was suddenly kittenish in her affection, having only moments ago been a wildcat in her lust.

“You’re welcome,” Tom said quietly, feeling lucky to have survived.

Brad pulled his car up into the driveway of Amy’s house and shut off the engine. Amy was melting with desire for him. She had completely put behind her what had happened in Max Krip’s private office.

Her cunt still ached a little from being stretched so widely by Krip’s huge tool But it welled with juice every time she thought of swallowing Brad’s cum.

She wanted to fuck with Brad now, to fuck so good that all memory of Krip would be erased.

But Brad seemed reluctant. He just sat glumly behind the wheel, not looking at her.

“Don’t you want to come in?” she asked softly.

“After what you’ve just been through?” he said.

“I’m sorry, Amy. I let you down. There just wasn’t any way I could prevent it.”

“I know.”

“I should think I’d be the last person you’d want to be with right now.”

Amy smiled. She lay down on the seat with her head in his lap. She unzipped his fly and slipped her fingers through the slit in his shorts, searching for his prick. She found it and pulled it out, instantly sucking it into her warm wet mouth.

“Ummmmmm,” Brad hummed. “What will your neighbors think?”

That thought briefly made Amy cringe. Yikes! she thought. I hope they can’t see this!

But on second thought, she realized that all the houses were far enough apart so that they wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing. Brad’s big beautiful prick grew stiff and strong in her working mouth. She kissed and sucked and stroked it with love.

“I want to drink your cum again” she whispered. “In my cunt and my mouth.”

“God, baby, you sure do it good,” Brad gasped.

“I wanted to be alone with you all the time that he was tucking me,” Amy said, swirling her tongue around the swollen head of his cock.

“I hated seeing him do that to you,” he said.

“Don’t you want to come inside and help me forget it?” Amy asked coyly.

“Yes. How long do we have before your husband comes home?”

“At least two hours,” Amy replied.

Quickly she stuffed his stiff cock back into his pants and carefully zipped him up. Then she sat up and brushed her hair out of her face. The mention of Tom gave her a quick flush of guilt. She wondered how she could have come so far in just a few weeks.

But the thought of Torn was not enough to stop her. She could feel her cunt blossom with juice for Brad, who she had resisted to the utmost a few weeks back. She wanted a long slow smoldering fuck with him, the kind that would take her to paradise and back, as he had proven he could do to her.

Only that would make her forget th6 brutal fuck-mauling Max Krip had administered to her. She remained cool and sedate, in case the neighbors were watching, until they got inside the front door.

Then she was all over Brad, kissing him passionately, unbuckling and unzipping his pants again. Before he knew it she had his warm swelling cock in her hands again.

“Ummmmm, I want you to fuck me and fuck me,” she whispered into his teeth. “I want you to make me forget about that beastly man.”

“I wish it had never happened, baby,” he murmured.

He tugged off her clothes as they both stumbled toward the bedroom. Brad grabbed her from behind and squeezed her naked breasts, rubbing his stiff bobbing cock against her naked jouncing buttocks.

“Oh, quick, quick!” Amy gasped.

But as they lurched through the bedroom door, both of them were thrown back by surprise, as if struck by a bomb blast.

“Oh my god!” Amy cried out.

“What the…?“ Brad said.

Curled together and half-asleep, though now, suddenly, wide awake, were Tom and Shari, both totally naked.

“Oh my god!” Amy repeated. “My god, my god! Tom, how could you!”

It took her about thirty seconds to remember that she herself was as naked as a jaybird and headed for the bed for a thrilling fuck-fest with Brad. She only realized it when she saw both Tom and the strange e girl staring at her body.

“Oh!” she shrieked. “Oh god…“ she wailed as she ran from the room.

During all this, Brad looked at his naked wife with a mixture of sadness and amusement. He quickly realized what was going on because Shari had done it before. Whenever she realized that he was fucking one of his door-to-door girls, she tried to fuck the girl’s husband.

It had worked several times. He now wondered how he could have been such a fool as not to be ready to catch her trying to fuck Amy’s husband.

“Hello, Shari,” he said, wryly.

“Hello Brad, darling,” she purred. “How nice of you to drop by. What happened to your date?”

“She’s my wife,” Tom said awkwardly. “I mean, that’s why she’s so upset and everything.”

Tom looked from Shari to Brad and back again. He knew this was a great shock to Amy and to him. He couldn’t understand how these two could be so calm and sardonic under the circumstances.

He wanted to get up off the bed and go find Amy and try to explain to her what had happened. To comfort her. But he realized the absurdity of that. He didn’t know what to do.

“I’ll try to find her,” Brad said, turning and leaving the room.

“I should be doing that, not him,” Tom said, still bewildered.

“Ummmmm, you let him do it, sugar,” Shari said, coiling her warm body around his once more. “You fucked me so good. Don’t you want to fuck me again? Hm?"

Tom could scarcely believe his ears, considering what had just happened. Wasn’t she ashamed to be caught by her husband in bed with another man?”

Meanwhile Brad found Amy in the living room, scooping up her clothes from the, floor where he had scattered them in his haste. He grabbed her from behind and began kissing and stroking her, running two fingers up and down in the wet groove of her open pussy.

“Now, now, don’t get so upset, Amy baby,” he murmured. “That’s my wife in there with him. Believe me, she seduced him into it. He didn’t have a chance.”