Janet McCoy - Wife on the loose

Heather was convinced she had never felt this hot in her whole life. Zola's mouth on her pussy was liquid erotica. It was all she could do to keep from screaming with frenzied abandon. Her cunt was swollen with tumultuous sex energy. An explosion was lurking close to the surface. She could hardly wait to cum. It would be such a prurient thrill to cum from the sucking of a woman being fucked ruthlessly in the ass.

"Ooooohhh, Zola! That feels so niice!"

"Uuhh, yeah, I love it, darling! I love tasting your pussy! I love Zeke's prick in my ass! Aahh, Jee-zuz! Keep it up, Zeke darling!"

It was all the shapely blonde could do to keep her attention on her muff-diving task. She extended her tongue and wound it tantalizingly around and around the peak of Heather's slick, distended clitoris. She sucked hungrily on the tip. She could feel it filling with blood. She could feel the intensity of the other woman's excitement in the way she was churning her hips, grinding her cunt against her face, puffing her face down against her pussy.

Zola loved what was happening. She loved picking up a young woman and making love to her, along with her husband. It was debauched, depraved… so incredibly enticing!

And Heather was far and away the sexiest woman they had ever seduced, together. Her pussy tasted so wonderful! Her shrieks of pleasure were contagious. Zola could hardly wait to watch her husband fuck the redhead!

While the women responded to one another with increasing abandon, Zeke continued to fuck Zola's asshole. The clinging clasp of her ass muscles was having its desired effect. He could feel his balls swelling with their hot load.

The hot pants and groans and emotion-filled writhes continued for what seemed to all three participants an eternity. The excitement was building to a delicate peak of intensity, one that it would take only a slight nudge to scatter and shatter.

Heather found herself becoming thoroughly involved in the perverted titillation of watching a woman get fucked in the asshole, a woman who was sucking her own tingling pussy. At last the beckoning licks of Zola's tongue became too much.

"Aaaiiieeeee! I'm cummmingggg!"

She grasped the blonde's curls more firmly and pressed her face into her spewing cunt. The firecracker explosions were still happening when Heather was joined in her blissful oblivion by Zola.

"Ahh! Me, too, Heather darling! Oh, Goddd, you're making me cummm, Zeke! My ass feels so wonderful, baby!" She slammed her ass back at her husband's loins, urging him to join them in their headlong rush to pleasure release.

"Uuuhhh! Christ!" Even before he knew it was coming, it was there. Zeke gritted his teeth as he felt his hot thick cunt shooting deep into Zola's shitter. It gave him a perverse satisfaction to fill her ass. His cock continued to throb pleasurably long after it had shot itself dry.

The evening had only begun for the three hedonists. Once Zeke had recovered his wind, he buried his cock deep in Heather's ready clutching pussy. It was tighter and softer than he would ever have imagined! He loved fucking the strange, sexy redhead, and he spent long hours doing just that – in between awaking his wife, and eating the two of them.

It was an orgy to remember… even for the worldly Zeke and Zola.

Heather stayed later than she ever had before, so engrossed was she in the blind erotica of making love to this turned-on couple. It was nearly four in the morning when she finally headed home.

She was nervous about facing Tom. Even he probably wouldn't believe she had been out with the girls until this hour.

With any luck he'd be sound asleep, passed out after a heavy dose of forgetfulness tonic-booze.

Tom had long ago recognized the destructive pattern in his own behavior. His marriage was in a shambles. His sex life was a big fat nothing. His only true friend and ally seemed to be a trusty bottle of rye.

For several weeks he worked harder at his job than he ever had before. And when he wasn't working, he was boozing.

Until the night he decided that enough was enough.

It was time some things got taken care of.

For one thing, he was horny. Incredibly horny. He hadn't fucked his wife since he couldn't remember when. For a while, with all the working and drinking, he had tried to convince himself that it didn't matter. That he had neither the time nor the inclination for a soft wet pussy.

But then he let himself think about what it was really like. He let himself remember the way a wet cunt clings to an aching cock, rubs it, massages it… until there's just no way a guy can hold on any longer. He let himself think about the way a couple of soft firm tits yield under a strong embrace. And he wanted to feel a hot cunt around his cock. He wanted to fondle a pair of round swelling tits.

His first try at satisfying his aching horniness had been the night he tried to gab his wife when she got home from work and a drink "with the girls". That had been a dismal failure.

Then be started to notice some of the women at the bar he had got into the habit of visiting with the guys. One of them was a tall sexy blonde with a pair of knockers out front that made him drool just to think about them.

He watched tier for a couple of days, without making any attempt to meet her. Then he had a few words with a guy named Joe, who seemed to know her.

"Do you think you could introduce me, Joe?" Joe was surprised. Somehow he had gotten the idea that Tom was the faithful homebody type. But every guy had to get a roving eye sometime. "Sure, old buddy. Fay is always gad to meet a new guy."

Tom felt a little awestruck when he was brought face-to-face with the full-blown blonde. She smiled invitingly at him. It was an unmistakable smile, one that told him he was in like Flint.

But for just an instant something inside him recoiled. This wasn't Heather. This wasn't his beautiful, red-headed wife. He hadn't fucked anyone but her for so long, it seemed almost evil to even think of such a thing.

Then his suspicions about Heather rose to the fore. She couldn't be with the girls as often as she claimed. And any woman as sexy as Heather just had to be getting it somewhere else when she wasn't even bothering him. He had never really let himself deal with that near-reality.

But now he was ready to use it to rationalize himself into a pair of strange panties.

"Hi, Fay. Glad to meet you. I've been watching you for a long time, and, let me tell you, you are one beautiful woman."

"Why, thank you, Tom."

Now that he was this close to her, Tom realized Fay was probably several years older than he was. But still she was a good-looking woman. And a sexy one. It made his blood boil just to watch the way she shifted her body on the barstool.

He ogled her full, out thrusting tits as he spoke to her. "I was wondering if you might like to go get a bite to eat with me."

"Gee, Tom, that sounds real nice."

Honesty demanded he make one confession. "I guess I should tell you, though… I'm married."

She continued to smile brightly. "Oh, that's okay. I guess we've all been that way at one time or another."

"Yeah, I guess. That's real understanding of you, Fay."

They went to a local family restaurant and had hamburgers. Tom didn't even have to throw any hints. Fay invited him over to her apartment for coffee as soon as the waitress had brought their check.

Her apartment was modest, but comfortable.

"Yeah, I've lived here five years now. Feels like home, even though I keep promising myself I'll be moving into something better. I guess I might be here for another five years. Oh, well, that's the breaks, I guess."

Tom realized how easygoing this woman was in comparison to the lively Heather. While he felt some contempt for the woman for her lack of ambition, at the same time he felt rested in her company. She didn't threaten him with her energy, the way Heather often did.