Ted Leonard - Wife made to suck

In her throes of passion, she cried out something she shouldn't have.

"Oh, Tommmmmm," she wailed. "You eat pussy so good! Ummmm, I haven't had it this good since Mrs. Hartman ate me!"

All action stopped.

"Mrs. Hartman?" Sam yelped.

Then Kelly gasped the name, then Tom. Tracy suddenly felt very foolish. Kelly and Sam came off the bed and surrounded the poor girl.

"Why did you tell?" Kelly wanted to know. "I didn't mean to!" Tracy cried. "I couldn't help myself!"

"What's this about my wife?" Sam demanded to know.

It all came out, not only about Jean Hartman eating Tracy's lovely little cunt, but how she extoned Kelly's pussy, too.

"Why that bitch!" Sam erupted. "That horny son-of-a-bitch! I wonder how long she's been doing this?"

Kelly caressed his prick. "Now, Mr. Hartman, don't you go getting mad. You're as horny as she is. So what? She's a very fine lady, and I don't think we should embarrass her in any way."

"Right!" Tracy agreed.

"Let's fuck," Tom said to Tracy.

She giggled and grabbed his cock, and drew it to her open, wet pussy. He pushed all of it into her tight cunt and fucked her brains out.

Kelly sat on Sam's big prick and got her cookies several times before he shot a load of thick jism into her pussy. Jean Hartman was forgotten during the orgy.

Afterwards, Sam turned to Tom and said, "I said I'm a nice guy. I meant it. And I've been thinking. Now that we're all friends, I don't think you should have to work in that crummy factory for peanuts any more. I'll double your salary if you'll be my chauffeur."

"What? Are you kidding me? Double? To drive that sleek Lincoln out there?"

"That's right. What do you say?"

"Oh, Tom!" Kelly shrieked. "That's wonderful!"

"I'll take it!" Tom barked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Ohhh, Mr. Hartman," Kelly bubbled over. "Thank you, thank you!" And she kissed him hotly on the mouth.

"Well, I've got something for you, too," he said. "From now on, you're my private secretary, at twice your pay."

Everybody got very excited about this turn of events. Everybody except Tracy. She looked sad.

"What about me?" she said.

Tom and Sam looked at each other and seemed to read each other's mind. They grinned like lechers, and suddenly grabbed Tracy and lifted her up and threw her on the bed. The both of them jumped her, laughing.

"You get fucked a lot!" Sam chuckled.

"Yeah!" Tom laughed.

Sam drilled his prick into her tight little cunt, and Tom shoved his prick into her sexy young mouth. With her holes filled by cock, Tracy had no time to feel sorry for herself. She was on top of the world as she came like crazy for the horny men.

A phone call interrupted the festivities for a while. It was Jean Hartman, asking about Sam. She told Kelly she was sure the bastard was there, fucking her.

"Remind him he's supposed to take me to the opera tonight," she said.

"Oh, shit," Sam muttered. "I forgot!"

"Ohh, don't go!" Tracy cried. Sam thought a minute. "Maybe I won't have to go," he said with a sly grin on his face. He reached into his pocket and produced a set of keys. He passed them to Tom and said, "You're my new chauffeur, you take the bitch to the opera for me."

Kelly went back to the phone and said, "Your chauffeur will be there promptly to pick you up."

"What chauffeur?" Jean wanted to know.

She found out just ten minutes later. When she saw Tom, her eyes gave him the once over.

"Where did Sam find you?" she asked. As he was driving her, he said, "I'm Kelly's husband."

"Oh, I see," Jean said, smiling to herself.

"No, you don't," Tom said eyeing her through the rearview mirror. "Sam didn't give me this job so he could bang my wife while I'm away. He gave it to me because I'm letting him fuck Kelly."

"You are?" Jean piped, eyebrows up.

"Why not? She digs his cock. And so does Tracy. But don't worry. I'm sure the girls will save some pussy for you."

Jean was silent a moment, just a moment. "I think you're suffering from delusions, too, young man," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"You think I'm a lesbian."

"You eat pussy," Tom said.

"So what? I eat cock, too."

"You do?"

"Stop this damned car and come back here with me," she ordered authoritatively.

Tom parked the car and got in the back seat with the refined, elegant-looking lady. She pushed him back onto the seat and unzipped his pants. He stared wide-eyed as she freed his rising hard-on and kissed it into stiffness. He groaned when she took it into her mouth and sucked it hornily for him.

She licked her way up and down his thick cockshaft and twirled her tongue around his cockhead as she whacked his prick with a tight fist. His cock reached extreme proportions for her, and by the time she was finished with him, he no longer believed she was a lesbian – just a horny old lady.

After she sucked the jism up out of his hot nuts, she had him eat her cunt. It was a well trimmed, perfumed pussy that really turned Tom on. This lady sure knew bow to take care of her cunt. It was beautiful and a joy to eat.

Once she had come, Jean returned to his prick, to Tom's complete surprise, and she got it extra-hard again. Then she had Tom fuck her wildly. It had to be a wild fuck because Jean knew how to use the muscles in her pussy to good advantage. Her cunt sacked him off like a horny mouth.

He busted his balls and shot a fiery load of jism into her pussy for her, and she loved it. She jerked and jumped on the car seat and came hotly on his spitting, gushing prick. When he was finished, she wasn't.

"Never mind the opera," she said. "Take me home. I want to show you our rumpus room." Once there, she fucked his brains out.

The Hartman home was a luxurious place, complete with a huge outdoor swimming pool. Jean showed Tom through all the rooms, then around the grounds. He was greatly impressed with the rumpus room, though.

"This room is fantastic," he said. "I'll bet you throw lots of parties in here."

"We used to have juicy parties here," Jean informed him.

"Used to?"

"Yes. Sam started cheating and ruined the whole thing. He started taking after the cute chicks in his office and leaving me out. I was left to grab a pussy whenever I could."

Tom smiled. "There's no reason for him to cheat now. I have an idea. Why don't I go home and bring all of them here for a party? Let's get it on and stop this sneaking around."

"Why, Tom, that's a marvelous idea! Do it!" Tom had all he could do to stay within the speed limits as he drove to his house. He burst in on Sam, Tracy and Kelly, who were on the living room floor in a most exciting position.

Sam was on his back. Kelly was sitting on his prick, riding up and down on it, moaning loudly and mauling her own tits, with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Tracy was in ecstasy, too, grinding her pussy into Sam's horny mouth.

Unable to speak at the moment, Tom went over and opened his pants. He pulled his growing prick out, and stuffed it into Tracy's gaping mouth. She got it real hard before she sucked it in earnest.

She played with his balls and licked his fuckrod into stiffness, then she moaned, cumming on Sam's drilling tongue, and she sucked Tom off. He arched his back, grunted like a wounded animal, and shot a big load of jism down her gulping young throat.

He came, Sam came, Tracy came, and Kelly came. The room filled with the sounds of orgiastic pleasure, men groaning and girls moaning and whimpering and laughing hotly.

Then Tom told them the good news.

"I told the horny bitch everything," he informed them. "You have quite a lady there, Sam. She told me about your old sex parties. I've never been to a sex party. Neither has Kelly, and I'm sure Tracy hasn't. Come on, what do you say? Want to open your home to us?"