Ron Taylor - Wife on the prowl

"You smell like USDA-inspected, Grade A, Prime Quality, Top Choice cunt," Dave said, following her. "And if you take off anything else, I'm not gonna be responsible for my actions…"

Melinda dropped her skirt at the bathroom door, than waited for him to catch up. Just his hands lacked for her bare us, she trotted away, kicking at the door with one lazy foot. IT wasn't meant to shut the door in Dave's face, sad it didn't. He caught it and scampered in after her.

Melinda turned round, stepping out of her shoes. She was completely naked now, and her tits quivered as she eyed him. The floor was softly, fuzzily carpeted. It felt great beneath her bare toes. It would feel even nicer under her bare ass. She kicked down at the carpet, than up at Dave, and he came to her, his eye aware, eager.

He pushed her down, stroking her as they moved, and he kissed her for a long moment with a wet frisky mouth. But soon he was stealing downward, kissing her neck like a vampire readying his victim for the big bite, licking the slope of her breasts, falling at last upon the nipples themselves. He sucked them voraciously, till Melinda's head rocked from side to side and her tits were hard and swollen in his mouth.

Meanwhile his hands were even further south in Melinda's sexual geography. He had one between her legs, briskly massaging her undulating cunt. She was still sore and tender from that prolonged night with sweet, sweet Charlie, and she moaned with an increasing fervor as he played with her snatch. Her clit – ahhhh – the agony of her clit, as he buffeted the crease in which it nestled! But the pert little thing couldn't ignore his caresses, no matter how much service it had seen last night, and the more he played with her, the wetter Melinda's twat became and the more responsive her clitoris. She locked her thighs upon his hand and pulled him against her cunt, adoring every abuse he could deliver.

"What a honey," he grinned, looking up at her face. "Oh, what a honey!"

His mouth shot downward, and just as his fist slid off her twat, his lips replaced it. Before Melinda could even shout her acceptance, he was spreading her pussy lips and his tongue was stabbing inside her.

"Yessss!!!" she barked, jerking about like a dying fish as he licked her inside out. Her legs came up, thighs closing upon his head the way they'd snapped shut on his hand, and she buried him in the musky jungle of her twat. He didn't seem to mind, however, for he kept his fingers busy, stroking up and down her swollen, wet outer labia, keeping her spread wide for his tongue to make time within.

He licked her clit with savage flicks, like the caresses of a whip, and she moaned and jerked each time he did it. Shooting stars flashed endlessly behind her tightly-closed eyelids and she was thinking. How many women are this lucky? My husband may not wait me, but a dozen other men do. And how many more could there be, all of them waiting out there in the wide, wide world, waiting for her, for Melinda? While Neil kept putting the meat to his hot little Kathy, the blonde teenage hot-ass of 1977? Oh, Christ, fuck Neil… fuck Neil… fuck Neil.

"I'm commmniinnnnggg!!" she screamed into the enclosed bathroom, and her words echoed and resonated all around her.

While her pussy leaked and thrashed and slopped hot cum all over Dave Hammett's gobbling mouth, the mouth of her snatch opening and closing like a Venus fly-trap. While her legs clenched at his face, the muscles in them contracting and expanding just like the contracting expending muscles inside her pussy Dave fought himself free and ac became aware his eyes were on her. A strange gleam shone in them, agleam of lust aroused, not to be denied. He was up, onto his knees beside her, and his fingers fumbled with his zipper. Melinda reached to help him, but her fingers were numb. They could barely feel the texture of his trousers' cloth. When his cock shot out, into the open, it was all by his own doing. She could only lie on her back, drooling, licking her lips, and mumbling "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me…"

He gave it to her, leaning in, forcing his cock down, toward her fish-gulping mouth. Melinda opened and he slid inside, and then she closed her lips around him, sucking for all she was worth.

The angle was bad, and she couldn't take him quite so deeply as she'd taken Charlie last night, but she could suck him far enough to let him know that he was being eaten alive by the hungriest female mouth that had ever entrapped his throbbing pecker. Her tongue raced around the shaft, and saliva flowed in her, as thickly as his cum would flow – soon, God, make it soon!

She was a good cocksucker; she knew it. She'd always been a good cocksucker. Once Neil had told her that he didn't know which hole he preferred fucking her in the mouth or the cunt. And she didn't know, either. She loved to take it both places. Loved the feel of cum seeping from her crack, loved just as much the taste of it, all thick and heavy and clotted on her tongue. But she'd never been so hot as she had been these last twenty-four hours. It was just about this time yesterday that she'd gone to the detective's office to learn what Dave Hammett had turned up on her husband's activities. And since then? God, since ten!!!

"Suck me, honey," he cooed, guiding her head on him. He wanted to fuck her deeply, but the angle simply didn't permit it. Melinda groaned, trying to fight anatomy. She opened her throat, just as she'd learned to do last night, and she strove to pull him in. For the briefest moment she felt him there, the narrow tapering point of his dick slipping into her throat, but it was gone almost as soon and she was sucking desperately in the effort to pull it back, where she wanted it, where he so clearly longed to be.

And then it gushed, the tip of his prick splitting wide open and a river of hot thick gravy pouring into her mouth. She gurgled as the stuff filled her oral cavity, dripping from her lips, running down her throat too. It was the first time she'd tasted him, but he was worth the wait. Not at all like any of the other men she'd blown to orgasm. Not like Charlie, not like Neil… "Drink my cum!!" he was shouting, echoes ringing off the bathroom walls, and the echoes reverberated on Melinda's eardrums, hammering inside her, throbbing in time with the agitated pulsation of his pecker in her mouth. She sucked and sucked and sucked, till the river of his cum was drained and she was a sticky mess from the sucking and the spill out. But, ah, God, if being a sticky mess all the time!

Dave's limp dick slithered like a crawling snake from her mouth, dragging a trail of viscous sperm down her chin. She kissed his dick as it retreated, and she cuddled it in her hand as he sank down beside her, kissing the wetness from her sperm glossed lips. "That was good," she told him solemnly. "But now I have to take my bath." Melinda sidled past him, and she turned on the hot water. Steam began to arise from the tub as it filled and a he poured in the bubble bath powder, stirring it round with her hand till a froth of sweet-scented foam congealed.

Melinda stepped into the water, shivering because it was so breathtakingly hot, and she settled down slowly, her ass burning so pleasantly, so absorbingly, as she moved into the hot water. Dave crouched on the floor beside the tub, his eyes devouring her ripe body just as his mouth and cock had already done.

Melinda looked at him, a smug grin curling her lips. "Do you want to know where I was last night, what I did, who I saw?"

"Baby," he said, "I could fuckin' taste where you were and what you did and who you saw. Your snatch smelled like a…"

"A Chinese whorehouse?" Melinda suggested, splashing soap at him. He ducked, but she caught him on the next try. "Well, I went out, and… see, this was after I found out Neil was deserting me for the weekend. And I thought, 'Why the hell do I have to put up with that, with knowing that he's taken that cunt to New York, that he's fucking her at the Plaza, that if they get the chance, they can even look out the window and get the same view of Central Park that we had, on our honeymoon…' oh where was I?"