Don Scott: Three hot wives

Only after she had gushed out her pussy juice a second time did Abigail fall backward and rest on her back, looking up at the ceiling of the sauna. The flavor of Tony's cum seemed to rock her senses.

The exhausted, satisfied teenager decided she needed a shower. Her tingling body was moist with perspiration and beads of sweat were making her long brunette hair stick to her cheeks and forehead.

"I did it," Abigail said. Her voice was soft but held a triumphant tone in it. "I finally gave a blow-job… from beginning to end."

Sara walked slowly through The Spa, checking out the action on both the main floor and in the basement. On the weight-lifting bench, Abigail was on her back, getting fucked hard and fast by Bill. Bernice, after having gotten ass-fucked that first time in the shower, was back again for more. When Sara looked in, Bernice was on her hands and knees, getting her asshole reamed out by Tony's thick, stout prick. At the same time, Chuck was fucking his cock deep into Bernice's mouth.

John was waiting for his turn to fuck Bernice. His prick stood out from his body and he jacked off occasionally as he watched Bernice sucking and fucking.

Since it was a beautiful day, Sara had decided to get some sun. She was dressed in her usual outfit – a white corset, white nylons, a see-through lacy white robe and white high-heeled shoes.

"It's beautiful," Sara mumbled to herself as she stepped out the rear door of The Spa.

Sitting down in the rass, Sara closed her eyes, feeling the sun warming her supple, sensual body. She spread her legs and, with her long fingernails, separated her cunt-lips, letting the sun warm her pussy.

"Yesssss!" she purred as the sun made her pussy hot. Sara could feel the need for a prick. "The sun. The beautiful sun."

Steve watched Sara through the window. For him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. There simply wasn't any woman who could compare favorably with the extraordinary Sara Johnson.

Lying on the grass with her legs spread wide and her hands at her pussy, she looked like a sexy angel. Decked out all in white – right down to her thigh-high nylons and shoes – she looked exactly like an angel that Steve would like to meet. Even her honey-blonde hair appeared almost white in the bright, almost blinding sunlight.

Steve stepped out of the rear door and closed it behind him quietly. He didn't want to disturb Sara if he could help it. Watching Sara without her knowledge made Steve feel privy to a certain part of her mind that she would not otherwise reveal.

Moving closer, Steve watched as Sara began to finger-fuck her pussy lightly. He grinned and felt his prick involuntarily jerk in his pants. Although Steve had already shot his cum-load in Bernice's wantonly sucking mouth, he was ready to get his prick worked over again.

"Ohhhhbhhhh!" Sara sighed as she gently rubbed her budding clit. Her middle finger moved slowly, rubbing the tiny, extremely sensitive clit around, sending brief, stimulating shocks of excitement through her pussy.

Her cunt got moist, the pussy juice glistening in the sunlight. Sara fingered her pussy faster, her hand speeding up with the growing sense of need she felt. Soon, despite her long and dangerous-looking fingernails, Sara was fucking one finger very deep into the tight moist channel of her cunt.

"Ohhhhh! Yeah, that's nice," Sara purred, lost in a private fantasy.

She slipped her finger into the hot fuck-hole until her palm was rubbing the fiery, red clit.

More cuntal fluid seeped out of her pussy as Sara jerked her hand to and fro.

Steve moved to within a couple of feet of Sara, careful not to cast a shadow on her. He was close enough now to see how inflamed the lips of her cunt were, and to notice how much pussy juice was oozing from her cunt.

Her smooth, nylon-encased thighs quivered. Sara's feet twitched in the grass and one high-heeled shoe fell off. As she finger-fucked her cunt with her right hand, Sara used her left hand to pull the cups of the corset down away from her tits. Then she tugged and rolled the peaked buds, making them hard.

"Oh, God!" Sara gasped, her ass moving slowly from side to side. Her climax wasn't far off. She was stimulating her clit, using just the right amount of pressure and friction to make the pleasure so intense that it was almost painful.

The rolling tide of luxurious ecstasy swept the blonde away. She arched her back, only her heels and shoulders touching the ground as pussy juice pumped out of her cunt. Wave after wave of girl-cum spouted from her pussy, squeezing out around her pounding, invading finger.

"Awwwww! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Sara gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as she finger-fucked herself over the edge of ecstasy.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity, her body had released all the fuck juice it could and Sara fell back to the grass, her big tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing. The nipples were erect, chocolate-brown nubs that pointed straight toward the sun.

Steve moved closer still, kneeling next to Sara's head. He smoothed an errant strand of hair away from her eye and she looked up at him.

"Hi!" he said cheerfully. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes," Sara replied weakly. "How embarrassing! I didn't know anyone was watching."

"Don't worry about it. The rest are still inside. I'm the only one to see you. And, well, we do have something of a special feeling for each other, don't we?"

"Oh, yes! My darling, you know how special you are to be me," Sara replied earnestly, pulling her finger out of her cunt. "I may fuck the others, but you're the one who really gets to me. It's your cock that really sends me spinning!"

Sara was still catching her breath after the wrenching, bone-jarring orgasm and she wasn't exactly in the mood to fuck Steve. To take his big cock she needed to be really turned on, with the pussy juice flowing freely, or his enormous pole of lusty cock-meat would hurt when it fucked deep into her body.

"You really are something else," Steve said.

His eyes trailed from Sara's beautiful, calm face, down to her full tits, and then to her pussy. "Why do you always wear that corset?"

"Don't you like it?"

"Sure, I like it," Steve said quickly, seeing the intense look of concern on Sara's face. "I think it's really sexy. I'm jusst curious why I've never seen you nude."

Sara blushed a little and sat up, folding her legs beneath her Indian-fashion. She tucked her tits back into the cups of the corset, her fingertips toying lightly with the intricate lace pattern of the old-fashioned garment.

"There's a reason I wear it," Sara said, not looking at Steve any longer. "You see, I'm a little shy about my body."

Her cheeks were flushed as she unfastened the clasp of the garter strap that was attached to the corset. She slowly pulled the nylon down her leg after unfastening all the clasps and dropped the sheer hose next to Steve.

"I'll show you my body if you want." Sara said softly.

With slow, deliberate moves Sara stripped for Steve. When she was finished, she stood before him completely naked. Even her full-length robe was on the ground.

"You shouldn't be so self-conscious," Steve said comfortingly. "You're nothing less than gorgeous. Especially out here, out in the sun. You look like a goddess, some grand Greek goddess!"

Sara's eyes misted over with gratitude. She put her fate in her hands, now totally unashamed of her nakedness. Her full, round, rosy-nippled tits jiggled.

"You've got to learn to let your hair down," Steve said, flashing Sara his most becoming smile. "That's what you have to do – both literally and figuratively."

Sara knew that Steve was right. Deep down in her soul she had always wanted to cut loose, to kick up her heels and live a life totally free from worry and doubt. But, with a husband and two children, Sara couldn't do that.