Janet McCoy - The wife_s new pet

Recklessly, she begged the big handsome man to fuck her. The time was past when she would regret making such lewd entreaties to a man other than her husband. Who knew where her husband was right now? Maybe off with another woman? Leaving her to her own devices!

Well, she was taking her lead. She was exploring the length and breadth of her own libido. And she was liking what she found. She would not feel guilty! No more! She had to accept herself for what she was!

"Mmmmmmm! Ooooohhhh, I love it! I love what you're doing to me!"

Greg too loved what he was doing to her. The blood pounded insistently through his veins as he relished the hot glow of his cock, steeped in warm pussy-flesh. His powerful asscheeks clenched mightily as he thrust into her, knocking her forward on the couch until her head was pressed against the arm.

Paying no heed to her comfort, she wrapped her legs around his back and pounded her little heels against his asscheeks, goading him on, riding him like a stubborn steed. Her encouragement had exactly the effect she had intended. He began to fuck her in longer, deeper strokes, slamming his cock home with the same brutal unconcern for her welfare that she herself was showing. The harder he banged her, the better she liked it.

Excitement gushed through Greg's every pore, but still he was not ready to cum. He was not about to do a quickie on her after she had just been fucked to distraction by the dog. As usual, Greg was looking upon the other male as a rival. And as usual, Greg intended to outdo his rival in no uncertain terms.

Pulling his cock from her wet greedy snatch, he quickly maneuvered the blonde over onto hands and knees. He shoved her ruined skirt out of the way, so he had an unobstructed view of her white ass-cheeks. Then, panting lustily, he guided his cock-head back to the yielding hot hole of her pussy. He was going to screw her just like the dog had, only harder and deeper and longer. His great strength shoved her roughly forward on each instroke, then pulled her back against him to prepare her for the next assault!

"God, I love fucking you!" he grunted. "You're the sexiest broad I've ever met!"

Her new lover's praise acted like an extra prod to goad Ellie on in her superhuman efforts. With all the energy she had been expending, she knew she should be tired. But until she had felt his delicious cock explode into her belly, fatigue wouldn't exist for the girl. She was ready to screw him as long as he kept penetrating her with his hard prick.

They strained and writhed and grunted and wailed until both were hoarse and bathed in sweat. Only then did they let themselves go.

"Aaaaijiieeee! It's so good-d-d-d! You're making me cummmmm!"

The inciting sounds of her climax drove him over the top. In jet after long steaming jet, he shot his heavy load deep into her gyrating belly. He felt her cunt-walls spasming to swallow him up. The sensation made him smile a tired, sated smile of contentment.

"That was really something, Ellie! Really something!"

"Mmmm-hmmm!" She lay dreamily under the dead weight of his collapsed body. Her conscience was laid to rest by the heady glow of passion satisfied. She was gathering up strength for her next project. She wanted to suck his cock – to feel that delicious cock hard and fleshy between her lips. She didn't want to stop making love. She was only just warming up to real self-indulgence after a lifetime of innocence.

And what if Hank showed up? She had gone so far now, one more risk hardly seemed to matter.

When he ran out on Ellie, Hank had no clear plan of where he intended to go. He just got in the station wagon and drove. Before he knew it, he was pulling up in front of Wanda's hotel. He hadn't wanted to admit it to himself, but Ellie's guilty behavior had given him just the excuse he had been looking forever since he met the redhead. Now he had a reason to pay Wanda a visit.

It was after eleven when he walked up to the hotel desk and rang the little bell. Though it hadn't occurred to him before, lie now worried that Wanda might have a "visitor". That would really shoot a hole in his plans.

The old man who emerged from the back room looked like he had been sleeping. His clothes were rumpled and his mood was irritable. "What do you want?" he demanded grumpily.

"Uh, Miss Wilde? Is she in?"

"How the heck do I know? Do you think I've got nothing better to do than keep tabs on everybody in this joint?"

Normally Hank would have met rudeness with rudeness. But his guilty intentions made him feel humble. "Her room number then? Could you tell me that?"

"Sure. It's one-o-six."

"Thank you."

The old man mumbled something under his breath as he shuffled back to the little office.

Hank listened anxiously at the door to Wanda's room before knocking. He could hear nothing but the subdued sounds of a radio or television set. Clearing his throat and smoothing his hair, he knocked softly on the door.

"Who is it?" The female voice on the other side didn't sound much friendlier than that of the desk clerk downstairs. Hank was losing heart.

"Hank… Hank Jones."

So quickly it startled him, the door opened to reveal a smiling Wanda. She motioned him inside and offered him the choice of her rattan chair or a seat on the bed. Nervously Hank sat on the edge of the disheveled bedspread.

"This is quite a surprise, Hank. A nice surprise. How would you like a drink?"

"Sounds good. I'll have what you're having." Now that he was here, Hank felt nervous as a schoolboy. He had dealt with a few hookers in his time. It wasn't that that scared him. It was Wanda herself. The red-headed beauty was one of the most powerful women he had ever met, along with being one of the best-looking. She seemed so incredibly confident, it made him a little unsure of his ground. Though he could tell she liked him, he felt a need to prove himself to her – to make himself stand out above the normal run-of-the-mill john.

He exchanged a couple of minutes of harmless chit-chat while she prepared their drinks. Then he decided to be firm, businesslike, to let her know he was a man who knew his own mind. "I've come here, Wanda, to ask about Ellie. I know she was here. I don't know what happened, but I do know my wife is acting very strange. I have to know what went on here."

The calm smile never left the redhead's face. But her brain was working fast. She had been delighted to see the handsome young husband at her door. Somehow she had known that loosening up the wife would bring the husband to her. But she didn't want to betray Ellie. After all, the young blonde was now her lover, too. By Wanda's own code, she never told tales on anyone she shared a bed with.

Her only other consideration was her strong guts attraction to Ellie's husband. Now that the prey was in the lair, she didn't want to lose him. She searched the broad handsome face as Hank surveyed the lush cleavage emerging from her dressing-gown. She decided her best bet was to get his mind off the subject. From the look in his eye, that wouldn't be hard.

"Ellie's a wonderful woman, Hank. I'm really glad she came to visit me today. We had a good long talk." All true. All unincriminating. "Have you seen this movie on television? It's a real crack-up! I just love old movies, don't you?"

For a moment, Hank let his attention be diverted to the small TV screen. He took a fortifying swig of his Scotch as Wanda sat down next to him. Her perfume was doing strange things to his balls.

"You know what was going on before you came in?" In the excitement of her story-telling, Wanda let a hand fall to Hank's knee. Testing the big man, she stroked the hand lightly back and forth. She stole a quick look at the crotch of his trousers and smiled to herself. An unmistakable bulge!