Nick Eastwood - Horny to bed wife

"Ooooooo, yesss! Kurt, get into meeee!" she hissed.

He looked up at her and almost came. The gorgeous big-titted brunette sat slumped in her chair, her big tits swollen with arousal and her nipples poking out stiffly. She had a wicked lusty grin on her face as he worked his cock into her. She clearly loved the feeling of having her cunt crammed with cock, and she didn't try to hide it.

Kurt gave a lusty growl and plowed his rigid boner all the way to her womb.

"Ahhhhhhhh, yessss!" she walled, throwing back her head in ecstasy.

"Jesus, your pussy's hot," he panted.

"It's hot for you, Doctor," she replied. "Now fuck me with that big hard cock, give me a fucking I'll never forget."

Again Kurt damned near came. This woman was driving him out of his mind with excitement. Her leering looks and dirty words were arousing enough, but now he had every inch of his cock sheathed in her molten-hot little fuck tunnel. The gripping walls were velvety and slick with juice, and he could feel them throbbing all around his prick.

Growling, he started fucking into her hard and fast, too insanely aroused to be gentle. Sally gripped the edges of the chair and wailed with excitement. She loved being fucked hard and fast, the rougher the better. She needed that kind of thorough rough fucking to make up for all her frustrating years with Jim.

"Unnnhhhh, yes, fuck it to me, you big bastard! FUCK!" she wailed.

She threw her long legs around his humping back and locked them there, pulling his rigid cock even deeper into her lust-inflamed twat. Now he was butting hard against her womb with every greedy shove, but she showed no sign of pain. The harder he fucked her, the more wildly excited she got, screaming with pleasure and soaking his pile-driving cock with scalding blasts of cunt juice.

"Ooooooo, Kurt, you're fucking me so good!" she whined.

If only the other interns could see him now! He was hammering his big thick boner into Nurse Anderson's sopping pussy hole, and the big-titted nurse was going insane with pleasure. She had her head thrown back in ecstasy, and her heavy tits were wobbling crazily from the force of his fucking. She was obviously desperate for a good fuck. Whatever Dr. Anderson was doing for her in bed, it wasn't enough.

"Fuck it to me! Fuck it to meeeee!" she babbled.

Sally had gotten horny when she gave him that blow job, so it wasn't long before his jack-hammering cock pounded her right to the edge of orgasm. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and felt her body exploding with pleasure. Her convulsing cunt squeezed his prick almost flat. Kurt gave a yelp and started to come right along with her.

"Unnnhhhhhh, I'm coming! Mahhhhhhhhh!" Sally moaned.

"Take my load! Take it, awwwwwww!" he bellowed.

She felt his steaming jizz filling and overflowing her spasming cunt, and the hot come only seemed to intensify her own body-rocking climax. She gurgled and moaned with pleasure as he jetted load after load of sizzling come against her womb.

At last he stood up and started to dress, and Sally gave him a lazy grin.

"You're a super fuck, Doctor," she drawled. "I hope we can do it again some time."

"In that case," Kurt sighed, "I'd even make house calls."

Sally freshened up and returned to her ward just in time to see Phil Rogers. He led her aside where they could talk. "I've been looking for you," he said. "Want to come to a party tonight?"

Jim would be home. She ought to be with him, make his dinner, fix his martinis-and watch him fall asleep in front of the tube. To hell with that!

"I'd be delighted to come, Phil," she purred.

After dinner that evening, Sally said to Jim, "I thought I'd go to a movie tonight-want to come along?" There wasn't much risk in asking him. Once Jim was settled in his favorite chair, watching some sports event, wild horses couldn't have budged him.

"Oh, no thanks, honey," he answered, "you go ahead."

"All right," Sally said, "it's a double feature and I might be a little late."

"Uh-huh," replied Jim, already engrossed in the tube.

She couldn't get too dressed up, or she'd arouse his suspicions, so she chose skin-tight black pants and matching shirt that showed off her ripe cleavage and big thrusting tits. She picked out some jewelry and stuffed it in her purse. She'd put it on later, when she was out of the house. She didn't bother to say goodbye. Jim, absorbed in a basketball game, wouldn't have noticed.

As she drove to Phil's penthouse apartment, she wondered what the party would be like. Phil hadn't been specific about what to expect. He'd just promised she'd meet some very interesting people and have a good time. As she rode the elevator, she put on her pearl necklace and earrings. Her outfit wasn't very fancy, but it would just have to do. She rang the doorbell, and Phil greeted her with a big smile.

"Hello, gorgeous," he said, "you're just in time for the fun."

There were maybe a dozen people in the huge living room, all of them glamorous-looking young couples. Phil took Sally around for introductions, then got her a stiff drink. Everyone was chatting pleasantly. Sally didn't see anything to get very excited about-until one of the young women started taking off her clothes.

Sally gawked and almost dropped her drink. She blinked and looked again. No, her eyes hadn't deceived her. Brenda, a slim brunette, was slipping out of her satin evening gown, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her luscious little apple-sized tits rode high and firm. Without a trace of shyness, she tugged down her panties and tossed them away.

"There, that's better," Brenda grinned. "Anybody else ready?"

"I am," smiled a husky blond guy named Mark, "but then I'm always ready for you, baby."

Everybody laughed, but Sally didn't see what was so funny, especially when Mark started taking off his clothes. Mark and Brenda were married to other people, people standing right in the room and watching them. But nobody looked upset as Mark stripped naked and revealed a big cock as stiff as a board. And nobody seemed disturbed when he grabbed Brenda, pulled her to the thickly carpeted floor, and started kissing and pawing her.

Dazedly, Sally wandered over to the built-in bar where Phil was making more drinks for his guests.

"Am I seeing things?" she asked.

Phil laughed. "Sorry, baby, I should have filled you in on this party. It's strictly for swingers. I thought you might get a kick out of it, but if it's upsetting you, don't feel embarrassed about leaving. We realize swinging isn't for everybody."

Sally thought for a moment, then said, "Oh, that's okay, Phil, I'll stick around."

Because, after all, when would she ever get another chance like this? She'd never watched swingers in action before, and the idea excited her terrifically. She wandered to the back of the room, where she wasn't part of the crowd, and watched avidly as Mark and Brenda rolled around naked on the rug. She started to get horny when she caught glimpses of Mark's thick rigid prick.

There might even be a chance for her to get in on the action. After all, these people obviously weren't here to fuck their own husbands and wives. She felt her pussy swelling up and getting hot and moist as she thought about making it with a complete stranger. That would be something she'd never tried before.

Mark and Brenda had finished rolling around and pawing each other, and now they were getting down to serious business. Mark had come to rest on his back, and Brenda was crouching over him backwards, her pert little ass in his face and her pink-glossed lips poised right over his stiff-standing cock. Her small pink tongue darted out and swirled around and around the big knobby head of his dick.

"Ahhhhh, yeah, lick my cock, baby," Mark sighed.