Don Scott - Three hot wives

When Abigail showed up late at The Spa on Friday, she was certain only of one thing: that she was going to fuck and fuck and fuck until she was too tired to fuck any more. She didn't say anything to Sara or Bernice about it. For the young brunette with the tight, compact body, the rage she felt was tempered only by the fact that she could play the cheating game just as well, if not better, than her run-around husband.

Abigail stepped into The Spa and checked out the men standing at the bar. Chuck and Bill were nursing beers, their bodies glistening with perspiration after a hard workout. Sara was behind the bar, waiting to bring them anything they ordered.

"Hi, boys," Abigail said, her voice a seductive purr as she sat down on the only other stool. "How's it going today?"

"Fine, just fine," Bill replied.

He looked at Abigail and didn't try to hide the intent of his wandering eyes. She was in a slinky red dress that did more to show off her fine, almost delicate curves than it did to hide them. The lushness of her ripe, young tits and the smooth taper of her crossed thighs made his prick swell in his shorts.

"Hi, Abigail," Sara said. "How come you're late?"

"I had to stop at the office. A depressing experience if ever there was one. How about a beer, eh?"

"Sure thing." Sara left to get Abigail a beer from the refrigerator. She didn't know what was bothering Abigail, but she did notice that something was definitely wrong with her. She couldn't put her finger on anything exact that was different, but the change in the teenager was unmistakable.

Abigail sipped her beer thoughtfully, talking casually with the two men. When Bill boldly reached out and squeezed her tit, Abigail simply closed her eyes and let the warm tingles of desire seep from her nipple through her body. The young brunette still hadn't fucked or sucked anybody with Sara or Bernice watching.

"How come I hardly ever see you around?" Bill asked as he rubbed Abigail's tit.

"I'm usually busy outside or downstairs," Abigail replied without opening her eyes. "And I'm usually with Tony. He's okay, but like the saying goes, there's more fish in the sea."

Bill chuckled and pulled at the bow on Abigail's shoulder. When the knot loosened, that side of her dress fell down and the swollen, cherry nipple peeked out.

"I like these," Bill said, rolling Abigail's naked nipple between his fingertips. "Nice and little. Real firm and all that sort of thing."

Sara's pulse quickened and her own nipples became throbbing little nubs of tingling flesh that protruded through the bodice of her corset. She looked at Abigail's tender young tit and was surprised to find herself wondering what the tit flesh tasted like.

It wasn't like Sara to think about sucking on another woman's tit – particularly not her own sister-in-law's tit. But there was something very soft and tender about the young brunette that made Sara want to feel her sultry flesh.

"Well, aren't you the hot little number?" Bill said, sipping his beer calmly as he tweaked Abigail's nipple. He massaged the inflamed little bud until the brunette was crooning softly on her barstool. Abigail could feel her cunt heating up, the pussy juice beginning to flow. Her panties, pulled tightly to her cunt, became moist with the slick juices of her excitement. In a conscious effort to settle down, Abigail took several hard pulls on her beer, then rubbed the cold can against her forehead.

Bill said: "What's wrong, baby? Am I getting to you?"

"You sure as fuck are!"

"Then why fight it?"

"I haven't the slightest idea," Abigail replied as she slipped off the stool and knelt before Bill. She had his shorts down to his ankle and his sock out of the tight jock strap in no time at all.

Sara leaned over the bar, straining to get a better view of the teenager. She didn't want to miss a single thing that happened.

Abigail's small hands were not exactly steady as she grabbed the half-hard prick. Abigail looked up and saw the expression of lusty anticipation on Bill's face. Then, when she saw Sara peeking over the bar, Abigail felt apprehensive.

"Are you going to watch me?"

Sara nodded her head enthusiastically, her eyes wide with excitement. She knew this was a first for Abigail – to give a blow-job with somebody else watching – and she was happy to be the one watching.

Her fingers squeezed the warm, growing tube of cock-meat. Abigail licked her glossy lips, making them even more radiant. Her lips were quivering, red instruments of pleasure – both for giving and receiving pleasure.

"Go ahead, Abigail," Sara urged, her own desire rising as she watched Abigail stroke Bill's cock into a full hard-on.

Sara did not feel Chuck's hand rest lightly on her back, touching her flesh through the gossamer material of her see-through gown. She was totally engrossed in the scene unfolding before her.

"We're going to get it on right!" Abigail purred. She never looked up again. There was no need to. She knew she had an audience, and though they made her nervous, they also excited her in a way, she had never expected. "Yes, we're going to get it on right!"

She kissed the tip of Bill's prick and then leaned back to look at the spongy, flared prick-meat. The red imprint of her lips showed clearly on the cock-head, surrounding the slitted piss-hole. Abigail smiled and pushed her face forward again, letting the conical cock-knob slip between her lips, fucking into her ripe, hot, moist mouth.

"Mmmmmmm!" Abigail purred, curling her tongue around the resilient bulb of cock-meat. She rubbed the sensitive ridge that separated the cock-head from the cock-shaft with her tongue, squeezing the stem more tightly with her lips.

Bill stepped out of his trunks and jockstrap without uncorking his prick from Abigail's mouth. It had been a long time since his prick had been warmed and tantalized by a woman as young and sensual as Abigail. Her youthful beauty made him shudder from head to foot.

Abigail bobbed her face slowly, bringing her fist with her lips. She swallowed the cock until the tip was against the back of her mouth, then pulled away, licking slowly all the way, and turned her full attention to the throbbing prick-tip.

Sara slipped out from under Chuck's hand and stepped around the bar to get a better look at Abigail. The brunette's brilliantly painted lips were a marked contrast to the pale cock-meat. Sara watched with intense fascination as the girl sucked and chewed on the prick.

Pistoning her face faster, Abigail pivoted on the prick, letting the cock-meat contort her smooth facial features. She turned her face slightly to one side and took the thick prick between her cheek and teeth. The side of her face bulged out massively.

"Ahhhhhh! Goddamn that's good head," Bill whispered.

As she sucked on his cock, Abigail untied the other bow at her shoulder. The front of her dress fell away from her firm, jiggling tits. The areolas were a deep pink, and the nipples protruded from the rest of the quivering tit globes like small peaks.

Sara could take it no longer. Watching Abigail sucking prick was just too stimulating. When Chuck touched her naked cunt, she turned to him and kissed him hard on the lips. Her tongue probed his mouth, danced against his tongue. As she kissed, Sara pushed his trunks down and brought out his thick, pulsating cock.

"Fuck me," Sara hissed, the tone of her voice matching the intensity of her wanton need. The look in her beautiful brown eyes was one of all-consuming horniness!

When the luscious blonde slipped off her gown and rolled onto her back spreading her legs wide to expose her puffy, moist pussy, Chuck let out a low, animal-like groan. He remained standing briefly, letting his eyes drink in the extraordinary beauty of the horny woman's body. Sara's tits, freed from the constraints of her corset, were full and trembling, flattened out slightly but looking even larger because of gravity.