Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

"God, you're like surgeon's glove around me. A surgeon's glove filled with burning hot lava. I love it. I could stay here all night long!"

"NO!" she cried, wanting him to stop this depraved act right now.

"Don't worry, darling. I won't stop. Hell, I'm just getting started. I'm going to fuck your butt like it's never been fucked before!"

He made good his promise. He pulled backward slowly. She thought she would go out of her mind with the feelings hi, caused deep down in her ass. The suction threatened to pull her insides all the way out with his piston of prick. The suction seal between his prick and her tensed up rectal walls made the vacuum inside almost perfect.

It sounded like she farted when he broke the seal, his prick almost falling out of her asshole.

"Stop! Don't do this to me!" she cried, shuddering with lust.

He only laughed. He thought she was getting confused in the throes of passion generated by the fucking. He had heard it all before. A woman begging him to stop when she really meant "fuck faster".

He fucked into the beckoning asshole as fast as he could. He gasped in response to the heat and pressure surrounding his cock. He loved butt fucking. This was his wife's tightest hole. She could satisfy him easily.

He rubbed his hairy upper thighs over the softness of the buttocks pressing into his groin. They fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. His prick relished the feel of her meaty asscheeks on either side as it rushed inward. When he sank balls-deep all the way up her tightest passage, he could revel in that sensation.

The heat rushed down his prick, like a fuse burning to the powder keg. He knew his balls couldn't take much more of this. They had already begun to tumble and churn with passion. His hairy little bag began to contract. This made the boiling action going on inside all the worse. He fought to hold down the burning tide of his heated jism.

"Gotta fuck, just gotta!" he moaned.

He started fucking faster, every stroke powerfully thrust into the woman's tight, hot ass. His hands rubbed along the sides of her body, finally reaching around and seeking out her clit. When he found it, his fingertips gave feathery light touches to the hard cunt.

She came hard.

Her ass smashed down around his prick, trying to flatten it. He didn't stop his powerful butt fucking. He kept his cock moving in and out of her body, even though it was harder for him to control his hips. Soon, he lost all sense of order. The tip of his prick heated to the point where it burned the entire length to the lead-heavy jism locked up in his balls.

Only through iron-hard control did he manage to keep from spewing out his jism into her tight hole. But he lost all conscious control of his actions. His hips took over. He rammed fast and hard into the woman's ass. The friction between cock and ass wall mounted. He felt the crushing power of another orgasm rush through his wife's body.

That was the last straw. He couldn't tolerate any more. The heat. The pressure. The feel of her body. The idea of him ramming his prick up her shit chute. All that and more conspired to rob him of his precious come. He blasted apart, like a stick of dynamite exploding, his prick spurting come.

He whitewashed the walls of her asshole until every single droplet of his come had been milked from his balls. His prick fell limp and spent from her asshole, followed by a flow of his come.

"Wasn't that the sexiest enema you ever got?" he asked, falling forward so that his arms went around his wife.

She felt those knowing fingers working lower, across her belly, through the mat of her bush, all the way to her snatch. He parted her cunt lips and drove his middle finger into the clinging tunnel of her pussy. She knew he would soon fall asleep.

But she wouldn't, not for a long time.

She was glad it was over, damned glad. Now she could try to rest a little, if he would let he. Mandy was glad she hadn't asked, "Is that all?" She had done that once and he had thought she'd wanted more.

Most women would have counted themselves lucky to be married to a man like Charlie. Mandy couldn't keep up with the hectic pace of his lovemaking. Every single night, he wanted to feel if it had just been simple fucking, she might not have minded quite so much. He loved to experiment with absurd positions. And he got into things she considered absolutely kinky and not done by nice people.

To Charlie, it was simply fun. Nothing more.

For Mandy, it was unbearable. She wondered if getting laid too much was grounds for divorce. Somehow, she doubted it. The blonde girl went to sleep dreaming of a place and time where she wasn't required to fuck all of the time. That came as close to heaven as she could imagine.

"It's so good you could have lunch with me, Mandy," Candy told her twin sister. "I've been going out of my mind lately. I feel like I'm in some sort of a trap and can't get out."

The other blonde, a virtual mirror-image of her sister, nodded solemnly, thinking of her own problems with Charlie. "I know what you mean. I'm at the same place in my life. God, did getting married ever complicate things!"

"Yeah," said Candy fervently. "It was a real treat going out four or five times a week with a different guy each night. Goddamn, but those were good times. I could get laid a dozen times by a dozen guys if I wanted. Now, it's not so good."

Mandy's concentration wavered. She hadn't been the socializing type like her twin. She had stayed at home a lot, even though she got plenty of requests for dates. It seemed better to her to only go out with a guy when the mood moved her. And fuck? Hardly ever, which was just about the right frequency for her.

"You're pretty lucky," said Mandy, "compared to me. I can't keep Charlie off me! I mean, he jumps me all the time. Morning, while I'm fixing breakfast, he'll bend me over the stove and fuck me from behind."

She shivered a little. That had happened only that morning. She unconsciously rubbed her hands over her ample tits, remembering the feel of the burner just inches under them while the man had fucked her. The thrill of it had turned Charlie into a wild man. For her, there was nothing but minor irritation that she had burned the toast.

"I wish I had that kind of a problem," Candy said. "Stan doesn't seem to have any sexual instincts at all. I guess I knew that when I married him, but it's getting me down. When I want to ball, all he wants to do is sleep. That's driving me crazy."

Her fingers dipped down and pressed into the front of her skirt, but that wasn't good enough for her. She slipped her hand under her skirt and slid her fingers up and down her snatch. She shivered deliciously at the idea of masturbating in a public place like this.

The others in the restaurant didn't seem to notice her at all. She became bolder, her finger dipping all the way up into her cunt hole. She was already beginning to froth and boil over, her thick fuck oils drenching her hand and panties. If only Stan was here! He could fuck her under the table. Maybe he could slip under the table, push her skirt up, and lap noisily at her cunt.

To be eaten out in public! She would love the thrill of that. It was so much better than simply rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs for Stan to fuck her in the missionary position. Of course, lately she had been lucky to get even that much.

"We got problems, Sister," Mandy agreed. "You can't get enough cock from Stan, and Charlie's insatiable. I never realized he was such a satyr until after the honeymoon. I went along with all that because I thought it was expected. I didn't know he was going to keep on like that after we settled down. It's positively disgusting."

"What is?" asked Candy, her finger moving swiftly up and dawn her pussy. The words of her twin sister pushed her passions upward. The idea of listening to all this illicit gossip while finger fucking herself almost got her off. Almost.