Nick Eastwood - Horny to bed wife

Thanks to the three martinis, Sally didn't feel any hesitation about walking up to Greg and rubbing against him suggestively. He gave her a broad grin.

"Enjoying the party, Sally?" he said.

"I sure am," she replied, "but I could enjoy it a lot more with the right partner."

"Would I do?" he said, pulling her closer to him.

"You'd do very nicely, Greg," she purred.

The next thing she knew, she was ogling Greg's powerful hairy body. He was ogling her, too, of course, his eyes darting from her large ripe tits to her pretty little dark muff. Though she'd just finished making love with Phil and coming like a bomb, Sally was already hotly horny again.

It made her horny to think that she could have any man in the room and that she could fuck as many of them as she wanted. It sure was a neglected wife's paradise! Here she could work out her years of frustration, and she could be completely uninhibited.

"You're gorgeous, Sally," Greg said, eyeing her tall naked body. "Is your husband here, too?"

"No, he doesn't go for this kind of thing," Sally replied.

"He doesn't know what he's missing," Greg said. "Swinging really saved my marriage."

"Oh, is your wife here?" Sally said.

"Yes, the redhead over in the corner," Greg said.

It was a good thing he mentioned her hair color, because that was about all Sally could see of her. Greg's wife was on the floor, on her back, being fucked vigorously by a very large and muscular guy. Sally could hear her squeals of pleasure but could see very little of her. At least she was having a good time.

"And there's no jealousy between you two?" Sally asked.

"Nope," Greg grinned. "Our marriage was getting pretty boring, but this perked it up for both of us. It may sound weird, but since we've been making it with other people, we get off on each other more."

It did sound kind of strange, but she'd take his word for it. And she'd had enough talk. Her boiling-hot pussy was aching for some action. She rolled onto her back and opened her long legs wide, wantonly revealing her soaked red slit. She expected Greg to throw himself onto her and cram his cock up her seething cunt, but instead he went belly down between her legs with his face almost touching her gash.

Sally shivered lustily when she felt his hot breath fanning her naked pussy. Greg folded back the dark-furred lips of her bush and isolated the pea-sized bud of her clit, the most sensitive organ of her body. She gave a sustained hoarse moan as his wet tongue touched the little button and began to lash it, giving her hot waves of pleasure.

"Oooooooo, yesssssss," she squealed, "lick my clit, Greg, I just love that!"

She opened her legs even wider, as far apart as she could get them, and gurgled ecstatically as Greg expertly tongue-lashed her clit. Molten juice began to ooze helplessly from her aroused cunt, overflowing her box and soaking his bobbing chin. He was making an obscene slurping and snuffling noise that made her wickedly excited.

"Unnnhhhh, God, that's good," she moaned.

But delicious as it felt, she wasn't totally absorbed in the man's expert pussy-eating. She was also looking around the room and watching the action. Just about everybody seemed to be busy now, fucking in all kinds of positions or sucking each other off. It was hard to know which couple to concentrate on. But Sally's eyes halted in their journey around the room when she spotted a familiar face-and a familiar cock.

Phil was lounging in a comfortable chair, a fresh martini in his hand, and a luscious-looking little blonde was kneeling before him and playing with his cock. Naturally he looked the picture of contentment, a big smile on his flushed face. The blonde obviously loved what she was doing, and she was very good at it.

Though her mounting pleasure was starting to make her a little dizzy, Sally kept watching Phil and his little friend. The girl began by squeezing and massaging his large hairy balls and his big semi-hard cock. Then she dipped her head down, stuck out her gleaming pink tongue, and began whipping his prick and nut sac. Phil gave a start and almost spilled his martini. A horny glaze came over his eyes, and his teeth flashed in a grimace of pleasure.

"Yeah. Pam, go for it," he cried hoarsely.

Pam, a petite blonde with big round tits, hardly had to be urged. She was hungrily lashing her wet tongue all over his dark-furred balls and blueveined cock. Phil took a kind of clumsy swig from his martini glass and set it aside. He leered down at Pam as she hungrily tongue-lashed his prick and balls, and it wasn't long before the hairy bags of flesh were tautly engorged and his cock standing up stiff as steel.

"Yeah, baby, terrific," he growled.

Sally watched all this while Greg whipped her swelling clit with the stiff tip of his tongue, lashing the little bud into its own tiny hard-on. When her clit was erect and engorged, it was twice as sensitive, and she squealed with pleasure each time he whipped her throbbing joy button with his big tongue. It wasn't long before she was hovering on the very brink of climax.

"Unnnhhhh, Greg, get me off, please!" she wailed.

Greg had been around, no question about that. He knew exactly how to bring her off fast. He clamped his lips around her stiff little clit and started sucking it hard and fast. The pleasure was so sudden and intense that Sally almost flew off the floor. The lewd wet sound of his sucking reverberated through the noisy room, and several people stared at them and grinned. Sally was too absorbed in her own hot pleasure to grin back.

"Unnnhhhhhh, Greg, I love it!" she moaned.

She'd never had her pussy eaten this well. Greg was sucking her into a frenzy of excitement, making her cream heavily and uncontrollably. She arched her body upward, forcing her wildly pulsating clit even harder against his sucking lips. She felt her whole body explode in a blinding blast of hot pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, God! I'm coming, aaahhhhhhhh!" she walled.

Greg instantly shoved his hands under her churning ass and held her still enough for him to go on sucking her clit. His expert sucking made her climax doubly intense and prolonged. It seemed to go on and on, and Sally didn't think she'd ever come so hard. Finally she went limp, temporarily exhausted and gasping for breath. Greg raised his cream-soaked face from her pussy and grinned at her.

"You get off on that?" he said.

"Are you kidding?" Sally sighed. "It was terrific."

"Want some more?" Greg leered.

"Mmmmmm, I sure do," she said.

It was like a sweet freak being gorged on candy. There wasn't anything Sally loved more than having her pussy eaten, and Greg offered her all she wanted. She lay there with her legs held wide open for him, gurgling in lusty anticipation as he once more lowered himself between her thighs and fanned her slit with his hot moist breath. He ignored her clit this time and began rimming the tight little mouth of her cunt with the stiff tip of his tongue.

"Oooooo, yesss," Sally squealed.

She glanced over to see how Phil and Pam were doing. The little blonde was just taking her time, lathering every inch of Phil's cock and balls with her hot spit. Phil's eyes were practically popping, his mouth open. Obviously his prick and nut sac had rarely gotten such elaborate and sensuous attention. The girl didn't stop licking until everything glistened with her hot spit.

Then she bent even lower, opened her pink-glossed lips very wide, and sucked Phil's balls into her mouth.

"Jesus!" he bellowed.

Everybody in the room whirled to stare at him, he'd roared so loud, and one young man laughed. "You gotta watch out for Pam-she's a ball-sucker."

"Your wife, I presume?" Phil said somewhat shakily.

"Yeah," the young man replied with a grin, "but don't worry-I'm not singing soprano yet."