David Crane: Hot peeping wife

Jeannie knew that she was going to have to give a great deal of thought to what she had seen. Her mother cheated on her father. Her mother sucked strange men's cocks. This was a shocking revelation. But she could not think about it at the moment, for her pussy was on fire with passion, and her mouth yearned for cock and cum.

She staggered away from the wall and moved to the bed she had recently made. It would be no trouble to make it again – she needed it now, for her legs were threatening to buckle and collapse under the burden of her need. The thrill that ran up her thighs like an electric current seemed to have weakened her muscles. She lay on the bed sideways and raised her knees, her thighs wide apart. Frantic with pure lust, she began to work on her cunt with the steady motions that she knew would soon bring her to a dazzling peak of sensation.

She spread her cunt lips wide with her fingers, pushing three of them up her soaking cunt. Her cunt pulled and rippled. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, and her lips sucked as she pretended she had a mouthful of prick.

She brought her hand to her lips and licked, then sucked, making believe that her creamy cunt juice was jism.

Cunt juice tasted awfully nice, too, she realized, a bit surprised to discover the fact.

She was thrashing wildly about on the bed.

She hoped that they couldn't hear the bed springs in the next room. Then it dawned on her that if the carpenter – or worse, her mother happened to look through either of those peepholes right then, they would see exactly what she was doing!

But as terrifying as the thought of discovery was, Jeannie could no more stop finger fucking at that moment than she could have willed her lungs to stop breathing. She was riding the crest of a wave, rising towards the magic heights of release. Her cunt was working with such suction that her hand was glued to it, like a suction cup on a wall. Whimpering and moaning, she shoved all four fingers furiously into her pussy and strummed on her clit frantically.

She came to the peak.

Her thighs clamped over her hands then flew open wide.

Her slim back arched, and her crotch rose up, squirming. Steaming cunt juice poured down into the crack of her ass and soaked the sheets beneath her. The thrill raced across her belly and met the twin thrills that came rippling up her thighs. And as the wild sensations crashed together, her cunt melted in the inferno of her release.

Fulfilled for the moment Jeannie lay panting.

Now that her pussy was satisfied, her mind was able to reason again.

What were those spy holes for?

She smiled. Maybe it was going to turn out to be a very interesting summer vacation, after all!

She got up and changed the damp sheets so that the next guest did not find himself sleeping in cunt juice. She smoked another cigarette. She thought of all the possibilities that those peepholes might reveal.

Jeannie just had to finger fuck herself again.

Although he had been too preoccupied to think of it while Marlene was sucking him off, Norman realized, later, that he might well have been discovered in that motel room. They had not even locked the door! It made him shiver to think about it. Suppose her husband had happened to walk in to check on the work, and had found them together?

Carl Jefferson was a big fellow, heavier than Norman. He might have beaten Norman up.

He might even have shot him. Irate husbands were well known for such things. So Norman considered that he had been lucky in more ways than one – not for a moment realizing that he had, in fact, been under keen observation through the spy hole.

But although he didn't know it, Norman had no cause to worry.

Carl Jefferson would not have been upset.

On the odd occasion when Norman had caught his ex-wife fucking some other man, he had been jealous and furious. When the man had been small, Norman had beaten him up. When he had been large, Norman had beaten his wife up. That was the sort of behavior he expected in return.

But Carl had never beaten anyone up for a reason like that.

Far from it!

After Norman had been blown and paid, Marlene Jefferson went back to the office, where Carl was working over the accounts ledger. Not looking up from the book, he said: "All done?"

"Um-hum," she said.

Something in her tone caused him to raise his head.

Something in her expression caused him to blink.

He smiled uncertainly. "Why so smug-looking, dear?"

"Guess," she said, teasingly.

"You look like the cat that swallowed the canary."

"That's close," she said. "Marlene! You didn't!"

"I'm afraid so, darling."

"You didn't fuck a common carpenter!"

"Well, no," she admitted. Strangely enough, her husband looked disappointed.

"Oh," he said, frowning. "I thought…"

"I sucked him off," said Marlene, smiling sweetly.

Carl gave a gasp.

His prick began to rise and harden. "He had such a lovely big cock, darling," Marlene said. "And he did need to get his rocks off. I simply had to."

Carl stared at her across the desk, his eyes bright.

"Did he shoot in your mouth?" he asked. "Oh, yes."

"Did you swallow his cum?"

"Ummm. It was delicious."

"You old slut!" he groaned, but he was grinning.

Marlene giggled and leaned closer to him, across the desk. Her tongue came out, sliding across her lips. Carl stared at it in fascination. It was streaked with carpenter cum!

"But I didn't fuck him," she said. "I only sucked him off – and now my pussy is awfully hot, Carl."

"Do you think for one moment that I would fuck a woman who blew a carpenter?" he asked.

"That was the idea," she said.

Carl smiled happily.

"Damn right, I will," he proclaimed.

He stepped back from the desk, and Marlene looked down at the enormous lump in his pants. Carl was – as she had known he would be – tremendously stimulated by her adultery. He always had been, which was why they got along so well together, Marlene being adulterous by nature.

Fueling the fires, she said: "His prick was nearly as big as yours, darling – and he came bucketsful. I swallowed it all. Oh, he whimpered so! And I adored it." Her words drove her husband wild.

"Let's go," he croaked. He took her by the hand and hurried through to their living quarters, which were next to the office.

Marlene wasted no time in wriggling free of her jumpsuit. Naked, she moved toward the bed where Carl, also naked, was waiting.

She stared down at his towering cock.

"Oh, your prick looks good," she sighed.

Her thighs were parted. Gazing up from the bed, Carl could see her cunt. Her pussy lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower, and her open cunt slot was flooded with cunt juice.

"Why don't you sit on my cock?"

"Mmmmm, why don't I?" Marlene replied.

She knelt beside him on the bed, and he could see a ribbon of cunt juice trickle down the inside of her thighs. His big prick lurched, his big cock-knob flaring mightily. Marlene whimpered, seeing this, and she moved across, straddling his thighs.

Her face was transformed with lust now, her eyes narrowed, her lips parted, her tongue flicking back and forth. Her magnificent tits heaved with her labored breathing. She sat back on her heels so that his mighty slab of cock meat rose up in front of her belly, and his bloated balls jammed against her hairy cunt mound.

She began to move her hips from side to side, rubbing her cunt against his cock and balls. He moaned and whimpered as her hot pussy touched his flesh. His swollen cock head was so hot that it felt like a branding iron on her smooth belly.

He reached up and cupped her tits in his hands, kneading and massaging them and working his thumbs back and forth across her stiff nipples. He began to hump up from the bed ramming his prick up and down across her belly.