David Crane: Three horny wives

As soon as Morgan got into the car, Fred gave him a big wink and said, "Christ, what a blow job I got off Jennifer this morning! My eyeballs damn near caved in."

Morgan, who had not had a fuck that morning, felt his cock lurch up.

He put his briefcase on his lap to hide the proof of his interest. It lay there like a platform supported on the spike of his hardening dick.

"Milk you dry, did she?"

"Dry as a bone."

Morgan grinned.

"Maybe that new secretary of yours will get some dictation done today, then," he said with a leer.

Morgan knew that Fred was balling his secretary.

Fred said, "Naw, sexy as she is, I'll be as hard as a nail by the time I get to the office."

He drove on a ways, then said. "Thing is, I was asleep."

"What?"

"This morning. I was asleep. I thought I was having a wet dream, for crissake. Then I woke up when I came and, sure enough, old Jennifer was working away like a vacuum cleaner, gulping down mouthfuls of spunk. Nice! I guess I've been neglecting her, since I hired Jackie. Oh, well." He shrugged.

"I wish Carol was as horny as Jennifer," Morgan said. "I never get enough at home. Oh, she isn't frigid, nothing like that. It's just that I want it all the time and she only wants it some of the time, so half the time I'm chasing her around the house with my pecker sticking out."

"I'll lend you my secretary," Fred said.

"Oh wow!"

Morgan sounded so enthusiastic that Fred, who had not been serious, frowned.

He said, "Maybe that's not such a good idea, though… both in the same office and all. Word might get out."

"I thought that was too good to be true."

"Tell you what, Morgan… next time we have a night out, we'll pick up some broads."

"I'd rather have Jackie."

The fact that his friend was lusting for his secretary got Fred aroused.

Both had hard-ons by the time they got to the office.

Jackie was a doll – an inflated doll – all soft curves and padded flesh packed into her clothing. Her face, too, was doll-like, wide eyed, full mouthed, framed with tousled blonde hair. She looked constantly surprised and sort of dumb in the classic dumb-blonde fashion.

In point of fact, she was dumb.

She was not a very efficient secretary, being scarcely literate, not to mention unskilled, but she was not so dumb that she failed to recognize her deficiencies in that department. Jackie had known, right from the first, why Fred Foley had hired her. During the interview, he had stared at her big round tits and she had squirmed in her chair and parted her wet lips and said things like. "Oh, golly, I'd sure like to work for a clever young executive like you, Mister Foley," and, "Gee, what a swell pin stripe suit you're wearing. Of course, with a nice lean body like you have, I guess it's easy to wear clothes…" and, more to the point. "The reason I quit my last job was because the boss wanted to sleep with me. But he was ugly. If he'd been a lean, good-looking man, I wouldn't have minded, but I wouldn't sleep with an ugly man, boss or not. So I quit." In fact she had been fired for total inability to do the job. Her boss had been impotent and not interested in her as a sex object so had she not been fired, she would have quit, anyhow. So she was not really lying very much.

Fred Foley, intrigued, had hired her.

That did not surprise Jackie.

The only thing that surprised her was that he did not screw her for three whole days.

Bixt then he had taken her to lunch and they had a few martinis and back at the office she had sat on his lap with her dictation pad and pencil and that had been that.

He'd screwed her every day since.

Since he was wasting a lot of his working day fucking, and since Jackie was so inefficient that Fred had to do a great deal more work than normal, he was not really advancing his career, as his wife had assumed.

But he was still too tired to fuck much at home, and it had the same effect.

Jackie was seated at her desk, the top of which was bare, applying red lipstick, when Fred Foley came in. She gave him a sexy smile as he passed. She had taken note of the lump in his pants and knew that she would be summoned to his private office soon. She put her lipstick away. She squirmed in her chair. Sure enough, Foley buzzed her on the intercom.

Jackie went into his private office, carrying her dictation pad for the sake of appearance.

Foley stood beside his desk, smiling, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked every bit the executive but for one fact.

His cock was sticking out.

His pecker was semi-erect, looping out from his open fly in a great coil. It bobbled slightly, as if the weight of the massive knob were causing the shaft to bob up and down like a plumb line, defining the angle of his lust.

Jackie could see the heavy bulge of his balls, which were still inside his trousers. As she gazed at him, as if her vision were caressing his prick, that formidable engine of love jerked upwards and stood at an angle before his belly. Jackie dipped her knees slightly at the same time, so that she could get a good look at the underside of his rising shaft. Her pussy twitched in anticipation as she took in the meaty eyeful.

Jackie knew that a good secretary didn't trouble the boss with minor problems but took matters into her own hands. So, although there was no bed or couch in his private office, Jackie didn't ask him if he wanted to fuck on the desk or on the floor. She went right over to him with her bouncy strides, tits bobbling and ass jiggling.

She wrapped her hand around his rampant pecker and frigged up and down a few times, causing the massive knob to flare even more. She could feel the thick vein pulsing against her palm and the head turned an angry red, as if it were starting to glow.

Foley sighed happily and pushed his lean hips towards the girl, running his prick through her hand.

Jackie's hand slowed. His prick felt suspiciously ready to blow and she didn't want him to waste all that lovely cum on a hand job – nor to have him shoot all over the front of her sweater. She gave his pecker a last, loving pump and moved back a few steps. Crossing her hands behind her neck she drew her sweater over her head.

She wore no bra and her tits, bared, were like perfectly matched melons, almost too wide for her narrow torso and yet so firm that they didn't sag at all. Her nipples were as big as her thumbs and the areolas surrounding them were the size of silver dollars.

Foley sighed his approval and leaning forward, he took her big nipple in his lips and sucked on it. His tongue swept across the tip and coiled around the swollen nugget, causing the blonde to purr like a cat. He switched over and sucked the other nipple and then straightened up, smiling.

He nodded for her to proceed.

Jackie unzipped her short, tight skirt at the side and squirmed out of it. She wore red bikini pants, the crotch-band of which was already wet. She wiggled around a bit, letting him admire her, then hooked her fingers under the elastic band and drew the panties down.

Foley looked with approval at her cunt. She was a true blonde and her pubic bush was a heavy mound of golden curls, slightly darker than her hair.

She opened her lush thighs slightly. He could see the top of her slit, a moist pink gash that split her bush delicately. Her clit was rigid and beginning to tingle. She lifted her arms and posed. She spun gracefully around in a full circle so that he could admire her from all angles.

"Mmmmmm, beautiful," said Foley, his cock lurching.

"Want me to undress you?" Jackie asked, quite willing to do such things in the line of duty.

"No, later, Jackie, there won't be time to undress me."

She could see that this was true. The head of his cock was rampaging on the end of its thick shaft. The cleft was parted and already a drop of glistening fluid had oozed out from the split and was trickling down the knob.