Jeff Collins: The hottest wives

Viola Marsh ran her hand along the front of his pants. Hard she thought, his cock is hard already!

She'd made a good choice. He was young, handsome, and from the bulge in the front of his pants, she guessed he had the biggest cock at the party.

He gulped when she gripped his prick. "What's the matter lover?" she grinned. "I didn't invite you over here for just conversation."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he stammered. "But… what about your husband?"

"He's still next door at the party, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"He's drunker than shit, isn't he?"

"He looked that way, but…"

"No buts, honey little Viola wants some of that!" Deftly her fingers found the zipper of his fly and worked it down quickly. The throbbing length of his huge cock pushed the thin folds of his underpants out through the fly opening. Viola stroked the rigid tool with knowledgeable fingers. She knew how to torment a man in many ways – by touch, by word, by manipulation of her body. He was breathing faster and she shivered with anticipation. Oh, she was going to give him a ride, all right – she really was! She could feel her pussy begin to seep warm, moist fluid, soaking the thin silk of her panties.

"Finger me, too, baby!" she moaned. "Jesus, your husband…"

"Forget Albert!" Viola hissed. "You want, to fuck me or not?"

"Yeah," he panted, "hell, yes."

"Then get with it, dammit, or I'll go back to the party and find another cock." Her hand rubbed more tantalizingly over his prick, using the material of his shorts to taunt and rub the blood-engorged head to near-explosion.

His hand went higher along her thigh and his fingers found the dampness of her crotch. He wiggled his finger inside the leg band, dipping the tip into the juices of her warm, throbbing cunt.

"Ohhh, that's better, lover, that's a lot better! C'mon, let's go into the bedroom."

They moved quickly. Viola had him hot now, too hot to worry about the fact that her husband and his wife were right next door.

Viola undid the two buttons on the front of the dress she was wearing and, slowly undulating her body, she slid the garment down until it lay in a puddle around her feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky. She watched his face as she undressed.

"God, you're beautiful," he said, and wanted to add, for a forty year old woman, but held his tongue.

"You haven't seen it all yet."

She reached behind herself, unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her firm, white tits slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of the dress and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.

"Yeah, oh shit, yeah!" he gasped, tugging at his clothes with trembling fingers. He'd never stepped out on his wife before, but then he'd never had a beautiful cunt and a gorgeous set of huge tits thrown in his face like this before.

His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body to the fleecy, light hair framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right.

Viola reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the king-sized bed and lay down. She spread her legs wide in an erotic, inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet, pulsing opening of her cunt. She rotated her hips, arching them up and lowering them again.

"Aren't you going to get naked, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.

"What?" He looked down. He still had his shorts on. They looked like a white tent over his cock. "Oh, yeah."

He yanked his shorts down to expose his rigid meat.

"Beautiful! So big and hard!" Viola stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue, as if she were already tasting the juice dripping from his cockhead.

He moved to the bed and dropped between her thighs. He was about to plunge his dick into her cunt, when Viola suddenly scooched upward and pushed down on his shoulders. "No, no, baby, not yet!"

"What ya mean?" he gasped.

"I mean I want some cunt-sucking first."

"But… but I want to fuck you, Viola!"

"Bullshit! When a man fucks me, he fucks me my way. Now eat me!"

"Oh, no, Viola!No!"

The voice boomed through the room from the doorway. The young man jumped to his feet in fright as Viola opened her eyes and sat up.

"Oh, shit," she hissed. "Albert, you fucking asshole!"

Jewell Maxwell looked at her watch. It read about a quarter to five. In fifteen minutes she would be able to leave. Around her, people were beginning to slowly put their things away. Typewriters were being covered, pencils put into drawers. A lot of the girls went in to put on fresh makeup. The men were straightening tot and reaching for jackets. Everybody was getting lined up, waiting for the gun to go off.

At five minutes to five, Jewell decided to give herself an edge. She got up, put on her coat and left. The girl at the reception desk asked her sarcastically why she was leaving so early. Jewell had always thought she was a cunt, and didn't exactly try and hide it.

"Because I've got a hot date to get fucked tonight, and I want to beat the rush of straights and squares trying to get home to their simpering wives and slobbering babies."

The receptionist went white. "Well, I never…!"

"I'll bet you haven't," Jewell smiled. "In fact, if you ever lost it, it's probably grown back."

She turned on her heel and ran smack into her boss.

"Ms. Maxwell," her boss said, "you may be one of the best secretaries in the office, but this is too much. You're fired!"

"Just because I told that cunt off?"

"Good Lord, Ms. Maxwell, your language is straight out of the gutter!"

"The hell it is," Jewell replied. "It's straight out of the men's john. I hear it every day through the air duct."

The boss' face suddenly got very red. "You may pick up your check Monday morning."

"You can stick my check up your ass Monday morning," Jewell said, and turned away.

"You should," Jewell said from the office door. "With me gone, there's gonna be a lot of horny cocks around this office. Even a fat pig like you could get laid?"

Pam Jones heard her husband lurch through the kitchen door. He drunk again, she thought, and it's only six-thirty!

"I'm home, baby!"

"I heard. Ken, please don't… that hurts!" He'd crept up behind her and thrown his arms around her to cup and tug at her tits. She felt his hand cock mash into the cease of her ass through her thin summer dress.

God, what an animal he is, she thought. But I can't help but love him!

"I want some, baby," Kenny cooed in her ear as he rubbed his hardening dick up and down her butt crack.

"Kenny, please… I'm trying to fix dinner?"

"And I'm trying to fuck my wife! Doesn't that tell you something?"

It sure does. Pam thought, it tells me that your girl friend was out of town and your secretary would not put out for you at the office!

Pam and Kenny had been married for five tears. And for three years Pam had known that her husband was fucking every girl who would spread for him. The only time he wanted her was when he couldn't get anyone else.

And she still loved him.

Twice she had been on the verge of leaving him. But she had stayed. Pam was afraid of the big, bad world. Kenny was security. And security was better than a faithful husband.

One time Pam had exploded when Kenny had propositioned one of her best friends at a party. Kenny had calmly explained that the woman's husband wanted to fuck Pam, so he – Kenny – thought he might as well fuck the guy's wife.