Nick Eastwood - Housewife in heat

"Oh, Jesus," Stan said hoarsely, "I just can't resist."

He tilted Mona's chin up and kissed her on the mouth. Her lust flared up like a brush fire in the wind, making her weak-kneed and trembling. She melted against him and let him slide his hot wet tongue deep into her mouth. She and Jerry hadn't kissed in weeks, she realized, and Stan was a very exciting kisser. She felt sizzling pussy juice soaking the crotch of her panties.

Stan pulled her tighter against him, and her tender mound encountered a huge rock-hard bulge. Stan had an enormous hard-on for her! More scalding juice gushed from her starved cunt mouth and drenched her panty crotch. Mona struggled to regain her self-control, but all she could think about was Stan's prick, stiff and hard and ready for action.

"Oh, my God, Stan!" she gasped, pulling back. "What are we doing? We have to think of Jerry."

Stan's eyes were hot with lust, his face flushed. "What Jerry doesn't know can't hurt him," he said. "And we want each other. Come on, Mona, admit it – you'd like me to fuck you."

Mona blushed hotly. "Oh, God, it's true," she said miserably. "I love Jerry, but things haven't been too great that way lately. I don't know what to do, Stan."

He put his arms around her again. "You have to look for other solutions," he said. "You won't know if you've found one till you try."

"But Jerry…" she began.

"Forget Jerry," Stan said.

That wasn't hard to do, because suddenly Stan was picking her up and carrying her to the couch. Mona felt limp with need, her pussy aching and swollen. Maybe Stan was right. Jerry couldn't be hurt by something he didn't know about. Stan laid her down on the couch, stretched out beside her, and pushed her jersey up over her bra.

"I've always wondered if those fantastic knockers were for real," he said.

There wasn't much doubt about it now. Mona's big tits looked ready to explode from her tiny bikini bra. Stan quickly reached behind her and unhooked the bra, then pushed it up out of the way. Her huge pale tits wobbled from their confinement and stood perfectly firm, the nipples big and red and cone-shaped.

"Beautiful," Stan said hoarsely. "Jerry's a lucky bastard."

He cupped the huge heavy melons and hoisted them, feeling their weight. He began to mold and squeeze her tits, and Mona felt hot jolts of pleasure streaking right down to her swollen slit. She knew she ought to tell him to stop, but she needed a man's touch so badly, she lust couldn't bear to make this scene end. Jerry's brief foreplay had never satisfied her. She needed a lot more attention.

And Stan seemed delighted to take his time with her. In contrast to Jerry's brief attention to her tits, Stan prolonged the fun, squeezing big fistfuls of hot silky tit-flesh and running this thumbs back and forth over her soft red nipples. By now Jerry was used to the incredible size and luscious shape of her tits, but Stan treated them like a brand-new toy. His hot eager hands played all over the tender globes, making Mona quiver with pleasure.

Suddenly he dipped his head and began licking her big red nipples. Mona gasped – this was something Jerry never did to her, and it felt delicious. Stan's tongue was scalding hot and slippery-wet on her highly sensitive nipples. The soft cones quickly responded to his hungry licking, springing into stiffness, getting long and hard and throbbing.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Mona cried, "that feels so good!"

Stan seized one long rigid nipple between his lips and tucked it into his mouth. Mona felt her hotly aroused cunt spurting another big rush of juice. Stan's mouth was boiling hot and deliciously juicy around her tender nipple, and his hungry sucking felt dizzily exciting to her. She quivered and creamed helplessly as he sucked noisily on her big tit.

"Oooooooo," she squealed. "Ooooooo!"

Hot blasts of pleasure streaked from her nipple to her gushing pussy. She couldn't control herself – and there wasn't any reason why she should. Stan obviously didn't care if she screamed with pleasure or writhed in hot excitement. In fact the more she squealed and quivered, the harder and faster he sucked her nipple. Mona clawed the couch and felt the crotch of her jeans being drenched with cunt cream.

Stan let her long juice-soaked nipple pop from his mouth and dived for the other one, sucking it greedily and loudly. The knowledge that she didn't have to guard her sounds or her movements made Mona hotly excited. With Stan she could let it all out and be the honestly lusty woman she wanted to be. She gurgled with pleasure as he sucked hungrily on her tit.

"Oh, my God, Stan, that feels great," she moaned.

When Stan had had his fill of sucking and tasting her big swollen tits, he reached for the zipper of her jeans. This was her last chance to beg off, her last chance to stay faithful to her husband. And she knew she wasn't going to take it. She was too agonizingly horny. And she just had to find out how it would be to fuck another man. Maybe there was something she was missing.

Stan got her jeans unzipped and quickly tugged them off, leaving her in just her tiny black bikini panties. He seized the panties and almost tore them in his haste to pull them off. Mona lifted her luscious round ass to assist him, and then for the first time she was naked in front of another man besides Jerry. She felt far from embarrassed. It excited the hell out of her to have Stan ogling her tall big-titted body.

"Christ, you're gorgeous," he said hoarsely. "Hold that pose for me, baby, and I'll be right with you."

He stood up and began to undress. Mona lay there with her legs slightly parted, moist red pussy fish showing below the thick brown triangle of her bush Stan eyed her crotch and licked his lips. Her eyes were glued to him as he took off his clothes.

Jerry was the only man she'd ever seen naked, and her lusty curiosity grew by the second.

She admired Stan's lean, fur-thatched chest and hard-muscled arms. He dropped his pants and she saw that the fly of his jockey shorts was obscenely tented by his rigid cock. She watched breathlessly as he tugged down his shorts. His prick looked gorgeous to her, seven inches of thick stiff-standing meat capped with a big knobby purple head. He moved toward the couch and his cock was so swollen it barely swayed.

Mona gawked helplessly at his handsome rigid cock. She could see glistening bubbles of juice leaking from his dark slit of a pinhole. Her eyes darted hungrily to his balls. The big sac was thickly furred with black hairs and was as taut and bloated as his dick. He slid into the couch beside her, and she quivered and creamed.

Stan slid his hand down over the lush dark curls of her bush and wedged it between her legs. His finger deftly sought out the slick little bud of her clit. With that one stiff finger he started frigging her, rubbing his fingertip back and forth over her highly sensitive joy button. Mona felt instant pleasure ripping through her pussy. "Oooooo, yesssss!" she gasped.

She opened her legs wider, giving him plenty of room to work. Stan really knew what he was doing. He gave just the right amount of speed and pressure to his frigging. Mona slumped back on the couch and gurgled and writhed. Why couldn't Jerry do something like this to her? He never prepared her for fucking, never attempted to arouse her. He just jumped onto her and got his rocks off, the bastard.

But all thoughts of Jerry quickly faded from her mind as Stan's expert frigging got her more and more excited. She knew she was creaming all over his finger, drenching it with her scalding pussy juice, but there was nothing she could do about that. Soon her whole body was flushed pink with arousal and her big dark eyes were starting to roll.

"Oh, Christ, Stan, you're getting me so hot," she moaned. "Don't stop, please. I need to get off so badly."