Don Scott - Three hot wives

Sara felt uneasy when she stopped into her husband's reception room. Mike's secretary wasn't there. Pausing, Sara quickly surveyed the scene. Instead of checking in with one of the other secretaries, she stepped out again.

It wasn't easy but Sara managed – through bogus phone calls to the secretaries – to gain entry into the office without being seen. She peered into the conference room and found it empty. Pressing her ear to in husband's office door, she heard the sounds of passion inside.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me, my darling! Fuck me, Mike!" The sound was faint, but loud enough for Sara to understand every word.

Sara marched straight to Tim's door and walked inside, not bothering to knock. Tim, who was reading an obscure volume on corporate tax structures, looked at Sara with a shocked expression.

"Sara! What brings you here?" he asked with a beaming smile.

After closing the door, Sara turned back to Tim. Her face was set in the grim expression of a woman determined to do something dangerous.

"I've come to see Mike," Sara said.

"Mike? I… ah… I don't think he's in the office right now," Tim said, stumbling over the words. "No, I'm sure he's gone. Had to go to the library downtown for something."

She peeled off the light coat she had worn. Beneath it, she wore a black dress that was cut so low in front her tits nearly spilled out. Her tight cleavage was an open invitation to any man's gaze. Though the dress came down to her knees, it was split up both sides nearly to her bikini panties. Whenever she took a step. Tim could see the clasp of her garter and the darker section of nylon at the top of the hose.

"Don't lie for him, Tim. You don't do it very well!" Sara put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, which caused an even greater strain on the V-neck dress. "DO you find me sexy? Huh? I've never dressed like this before. I bought it just for today – and just for Mike."

"Ah, Sara, are you sure you should be telling me these things?" Tim asked. He couldn't tear his eyes from Sara's tits. He knew her tits were big. With the size of Sara's tits, nothing – no matter how conservatively cut the garment was – would be able to hide that. But he had never realized her tits were that big, that delicious looking. "You've got an awful funny look in your eyes."

Sara dropped her handbag in a chair and stepped closer to her young brother-in-law. She thought of undoing her hair, taking it out of the French twist, then decided against it.

Mike liked it the way she had it, and she wasn't going to change. She was, however, going to enjoy the same forbidden thrills that her husband was enjoying. Marriage wasn't going to keep her from fucking and sucking any cock that caught her fancy. And right now it was Mike's younger brother who had caught her fancy and he would be the one to enjoy her considerable charms.

"Funny look?" Sara asked, advancing slowly. Her eyes went down to Tim's crotch. She remembered how big his cock was from the time she had watched him fucking his secretary. "What do you mean, a funny look? Just because I'm horny, I don't think that's funny."

"Sara, I've never seen you like this before."

"That's right. And you may never again. So I suggest you make the most of it while you can."

Sara was standing so close to Tim now that her tits were nearly touching his chest. Her eyes held fire in than, glowing with the wanton lusty desire that burned inside her. Her lips turned up at the corners, the expression more like a cat's grin before pouncing on an unsuspecting mouse than a woman's smile. She rolled her tongue around her lips, the move calculated for effect.

"You're my brother's wife."

"Yes, that's true. I'm also a good-looking woman whose been getting neglected by her husband. Don't try to tell me that Mike isn't fucking his secretary at this very moment, because I know better."

Sara's fingertip followed the upper edge of her V-neck, scratching over her silken skin. Then, when her finger was between the two tightly encased mounds of feminine tit flesh, she shoved her finger downward. The move was to hint at getting tit-fucked. Sara slid her finger up and down several times, sliding it through her cleavage.

"Sara…" Tim said. He tried to say more, but his mouth was suddenly so dry that words were impossible.

"What, my darling?" Sara asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Tell me. I'll do anything you desire, give you anything you want."

Tim couldn't help himself. He really hadn't even dreamed that Sara would ever come on to him. Though he had fantasized about fucking his cock into the gorgeous blonde before, Tim had never really thought that it would be possible.

He turned his face away from Sara, ashamed that his pants were bulging out, a hard cock trapped inside the trousers.

"It's okay, Tim. You don't have to do a thing if you don't want to," Sara said. "Just let me do everything."

Tim was struggling with himself. One part of him felt that fucking his sister-in-law was wrong; but another part of him, a more powerful part, felt that Sara was an incredibly beautiful woman and that he would be a damn fool to pass up the chance to fuck his cock into her pussy.

She shoved his hands in his coat pockets to hide them. Tim didn't want Sara to see how shaken he was, how his hands were trembling.

A soft, lusty purr came from Sara's slightly parted, glimmering lips. She knew what Tim wanted, and why he wasn't being more forceful. That didn't bother her.

"You can pretend I'm someone else, if you want," she whispered. She kissed him on the cheek, rubbing her full, soft, warm tits against his chest. "I don't care. Just don't stop me."

Sara nibbled on Tim's earlobe as she unfastened his belt and opened his pants. Reaching inside, Sara grabbed Tim's prick and pulled it out, pushing his pants down to his thighs at the same time.

"Oh my God!" Tim gasped. "I can't…"

"Of course you can, my darling," Sara cooed. She sank to her knees, her big brown eyes intense with lust.

The cock dangled through her fist, not completely hard yet. That didn't disturb the blonde. She knew that the only reason Tim wasn't throwing her ass down on the floor and fucking her silly was because he was afraid that Mike would come in at any moment. This was a hindrance to Tim's pleasure; it added excitement for Sara.

She puckered her lips and kissed the soft, spongy cock-head. When her tongue snaked from between her lips, flicking along the clefted underside of the prick-tip, Sara felt the cock-meat twitch and begin to grow. She smiled, backing away from the prick. As she stroked the cock slowly, feeling the warmth of Tim's cock-meat seeping through her palm, she smiled up at him.

"Come on now, don't worry about a thing," Sara whispered. "If Mike walks in, he walks in. There's not much he can say about me sucking you off, is there? Besides, once he gets his nuts off, he can't do a damn thing for at least an hour."

The words burned in Tim's ears. How often had he dreamed the gorgeous broad with the big tits would say something like that? He closed his eyes, not really knowing whether he would be able to enjoy the blow-job or not.

Sara knew better. She licked the cock-head, her tongue tracing wet circles around the prick-knob until she had all of the fleshy bulb glistening wither spit.

"Mmmmmmm!" she purred, enjoying the salty flavor of Tim's prick. "I like this. I really love sucking cock."

Sara let the cock-head separate her lips as she pushed her face forward. When just the crown of Tim's cock was in her mouth, her tongue went to work. Curling around the prick, Sara's tongue danced over the delicious cock-meat, probing and enticing the cock to stretch farther out, becoming even more broad and thick. Soon the cock was jutting from Tim's crotch, the oval-shaped prick hard as steel and quite long.