Hank Borden: Some wives will

Mia reached between her thighs and began rubbing her cunt-mound right through her jeans and panties. With her other hand she squeezed her tits through her t-shirt.

"Now fuck me with your big prick," Sally told her lover. "I want to feel your prick deep inside me! Fuck me, man, fuck me!"

He mounted her quickly, forcing himself between her open thighs and then pinning her to the sofa with his weight. He stroked her asscheeks with both hands as he drove his cockhead into her cunt-crack. She gasped suddenly, then wrapped her legs around his back, her arms around his neck.

"I'm ready, baby, I'm ready. Slam your big cock into me."

He found her fuck-hole and drove his prick inside her and felt her tremble beneath him. Sally continued to tremble as his prick slid deeper and deeper inside her pussy. She felt her pussy-lips stretching wide to accommodate his big prick, and then she felt her pussy-walls doing the same. Blissful sensations poured through ha fuck-hole with enough intensity to take any her breath.

He thrust his hips and drove his cock even deeper, while she moaned deliriously and arched her back upwards, at the same time digging her shapely ass into the sofa. Then she shuddered hard when the root of his cock scraped against her clit and punished the little fucker.

"Aaagh?" she howled, gritting her teeth. She sank her nails into his shoulder blades and dug her heels into the small of his back and held on tight so as not to lose his big fat prick.

He thrust his hips one more time and slammed his balls deep. Sally's mouth and eyes flew open with a start, and she cried out joyfully. She thought it wonderful that his heavy balls were snug against her cunt-lips and that his swollen cockhead was deep inside her cunt.

But before she could get used to being so tightly plugged, her lover began humping. His firm ass rose and fell between her wide-spread thighs, again and again, as he drove his big cock in and out of her sloppy fuck-hole. Each thrust jarred her senses and filled her pussy with electrical jolts.

"Ohhhh!" she cried, licking her lips passionately. "I love it! I love your fat prick! Fuck me harder!"

He rocked her shapely body with his hard thrusts, and she began whimpering and shivering in response. The cushion sagged beneath their weight, while the springs creaked.

She gasped repeatedly between whimpers. She babbled too, and drooled profusely. It was as if she were losing her mind, so soundly did his big cock drill her pussy.

As the friction between them mounted, he began panting heavily and humping erratically. Frantic moans and groans escaped his trembling lips. She smiled to herself, knowing that he was enjoying her tight pussy as much as she was enjoying his cock.

In his urgency he speared first one side of her pussy and then the other, driving her pussywalls every which way. He fucked every inch of her pussy hole, repeatedly and thoroughly, until her pussy-meat turned red and began throbbing. She just held on for the ride, while her mind soared in the clouds.

As she clung desperately to him, flesh-slapping noises filled her ears. Thrilled by the wicked sounds, she urged him on with gentle sighs and encouraged his big balls to pound her pussy-lips even harder.

As she reveled in the noises, the friction inside her pussy increased. She soon found it impossible to keep her ass still. She bucked up into him repeatedly, meeting his thrusts squarely. Pussylips pounded balls now. Her cunt swallowed his big cock again and again. Fuck-juices squished between them. They fucked in unison, hard and fast.

"Ohhhh!" Sally cried, shaking her head. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come! I just know I am!"

"Aaagh!" the man cried. "I-I am coming! I'm coming now! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" He then burst his balls inside her pussy.

He kept humping as he delivered his cum load. His whole body pounded hers into submission. His hairy balls punished her pussy-lips more than ever, while his muscular chest flattened her tits. He drove her into the soft sofa, deeper and deeper, while filling her pussy-hole with his creamy jizz.

While his hot cum was burning her pussy and making her feel damned good, she was suddenly racked by violent spasms. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth flew open. Then her cunt erupted again and she soaked his still-squirting prick with her steaming cunt-juices.

"Oh, shit! Fantastic! You're a wonderful lover, Bob."

Then the two, still clinging to each other, sat up on the sofa. For the first time, Mia was able to see his face.

It was her husband, Bob.

Mia staggered back from the doorway, turned and ran down the hall, through Sally's kitchen, and out the back door. Without stopping, she raced across the yard, entered her own house and, slamming the door behind her, burst into tears.

"The bastard!" she cried out. "The dirty bastard!"

She was leaning against the back door, her face in her hands. Tears poured from her eyes.

Her body shook as she sobbed. It wasn't fair, thought Mia, it just isn't! How could Bob do this to her? How could he jeopardize their marriage? Didn't he care? Didn't he want to be married to her? Was there something wrong with her? Was it something she said or did?

Mia stood there, thinking, for a long time. Finally, she decided that she wasn't going to blame herself; her husband was entirely at fault. He had obviously made up his mind to have some fun behind her back, in absolute violation of their marriage vows. Now it was up to her to do something about it. But what? Luckily, she had no children to worry about.

She felt hopeless, helpless, and she cursed Bob, blaming him for the way she felt. He should have been stronger, she thought. He should have respected their marriage and kept his prick to himself for her pussy only. Instead, he shoved that big prick of his up Sally's pussy and who knows how many others. And he probably would continue to do so in the future. Bastard!

Mia was still standing there, sobbing and feeling sorry for herself, when someone knocked at the door.

The sudden pounding startled her. She stood erect and began wiping away the tears, straightening her clothes. A wave of embarrassment swept over her. She knew she was too old to be behaving like this.

But it wasn't Bob at the door. It was Billy the newsboy. He had told her earlier that he'd be by this afternoon to collect the monthly bill, but she had forgotten all about him in the wake of today's events. Now, her first thought was to slam the door in his face.

"Come on in, Billy," she said, in a low voice. "I have your money right here on the table."

She had the air conditioner on, so she shut the door when he entered, then she turned and crossed the kitchen to the table. Immediately, she felt his eyes on her ass but pretended not to notice. Hell, he was always looking at her ass. He meant no harm.

But when she returned and banded him the money, their hands touched and then their eyes met. She gave him a long hard hungry look, and here turned it. Then she seized his hand squeezed it firmly.

She had no explanation for her action, and she looked for none. Billy had been her newsboy for the four years she and her husband had been in this house. She had watched the boy grow from a skinny little freckle-faced kid to a hard bodied good-looking teenager. Now she felt strangely drawn to him, as if someone offstage were pulling her strings and making her behave this way.

She reached past him and locked the back door, drew the shade. Then she knelt at his feet, unbuckled his jeans, and pulled them down to his ankles. His shafts followed. Then she just knelt there, admiring his long fat cock and inhaling its meaty odor, while trying to work up the courage to suck the damned thing.

Mia hesitated a moment longer, then drew a deep breath and wrapped her lips around Billy's prick. A wave of excitement swept over her. She shivered hard, then got even braver and began deep-throating the youth's prick.