Nick Eastwood - Horny to bed wife

"Ahhhhh, God, it's so good," Sally moaned.

"Glad you like it, baby," Mitch panted. "Some chicks think I fuck too hard."

"You, Mitch? Impossible," Sally said dryly.

He took that as a compliment and fucked into her even harder and faster, making her whole body shake and shudder. She expected her teeth to start rattling at any moment, Her big ripe tits jiggled obscenely against his hair-matted chest, and his flat belly smacked loudly against hers. It was the most savage animalistic fuck she'd ever had in her life, and she was loving every second of it.

"Oooooo, fuck me, you big bastard! FUCK!" she wailed.

"Hey, you're my kind of chick," he grinned. "I could go on fucking like this for an hour."

Sally wondered if she'd ever be able to walk again after that. She dug her nails into his broad sweaty shoulders and moaned with ecstasy as she took the deep ramming and pistoning of his massive fuck tool. It was just like fucking a horse, she thought.

Pretty soon she started to come, and it seemed like she couldn't stop. That had never happened to her before-one hot blast after another, like a string of firecrackers. Mitch's tirelessly pistoning prick just wouldn't let her stop climaxing. For the first time in her life she was able to absolutely glut herself on orgasms.

"Oooooo, Mitch, you're doing it to me! I'm coming!" she shrieked.

Five minutes passed and Sally was learning the meaning of the expression "fucked out." She'd come until she couldn't come any more, but Mitch was still panting and plowing away as if he were a machine plugged into an outlet. She glanced up at his face and saw a vacant blissful look in his eyes. He hadn't been kidding-he'd obviously be content to go on fucking for hours.

Well, she could hardly complain. She'd been fantasizing about a fuck like this for years. She slumped back against the wall and let Mitch do the work. Though she couldn't see anything but his big hairy chest, she could hear new sounds-someone was arriving late at the party. Bobbi had gone to the door and was greeting someone. Sally didn't catch the name, but the voice was male.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, "but I got hung up at work."

"No problem," Bobbi replied, "the party's still going strong."

"So I see," he chuckled.

The voice somehow sounded familiar. Sally made a real effort to raise herself and peer over Mitch's shoulder, but by then the newcomer had faded into the crowd. She was going to ask if they could turn around when suddenly Mitch gasped, stiffened for a moment, and then started fucking into her like a pile-driver gone out of control. Her body was battered against the wall, her cunt brutally crammed.

"Awwwwwwwwww, fuck, shit! I'm coming!" Mitch bellowed.

To her astonishment, Sally came right along with him, a body-rocking orgasm that almost made her pass out. She couldn't ever remember being so well and thoroughly fucked in her life. Mitch hammered his load into her, and it seemed like he shot a gallon of the stuff. It overflowed her crammed twat and dripped onto the rug. At last the big man staggered backwards and lifted her off the thick impalement of his cock.

"Hey, that was terrific," he grinned, "just the way I like it. If you want more later, baby, just look me up."

"I'll keep that in mind, Mitch," Sally said, wincing a little as she walked away to get another drink.

One horse-fuck an evening was enough, as far as she was concerned. Now she needed something more gentle and sensuous. She made herself a tall cool vodka and tonic and strolled around taking in the action and looking for a likely partner. Then Bobbi came hurrying over to her, naked, her pretty tits wobbling. Nobody in the room seemed at all self-conscious about being naked.

"Sally, there's some guys who are just dying to meet you," she said.

"More than one?" Sally asked with a mock shudder.

"I know," Bobbi giggled, "you just fucked Mitch. But you'll recover, believe me, and these guys are lot more gentle. I think you'd have a really wild time with them."

Sally couldn't resist. Her longing for novelty and adventure had been bottled up for so many years that she couldn't help satisfying it now. She laughed and nodded, and Bobbi took her hand and led her over to three attractive men sitting on the couch. They all looked like models for beer ads-tanned, rugged, and very handsome. And sure enough, they were all drinking beer.

"Here she is," Bobbi grinned.

"Hi, Sally," one of the guys said, "we've been watching you, and we're really interested in getting it on with you."

As she'd learned before, this was not an average cocktail party. Nobody was uptight, nobody was embarrassed, and nobody was offended. She was new at swinging, and she felt a little strange about accepting a blatant proposition from three guys at once-but what else could she do? There was no percentage in being coy.

"That sounds like fun," she smiled. "Just what did you have in mind?"

"First you should sit on my lap and finish your drink," said the guy who was apparently the leader of the trio.

He pulled her gently down on his lap-or rather on his hot stiff cock. Sally lustily wiggled her ass against the hard throbbing meat and felt his prick juice leaving sticky trails on her ass and thighs. While she sipped her drink, the young man introduced himself as Gil and his friends as Ben and Roger. They all looked alike to Sally-deeply tanned, sun bleached hair, rugged hairy bodies. And they all looked very sexy.

They chatted about swinging, and Gil caressed Sally's tits, gently squeezing and massaging. There was nothing rough about his touch, but within a minute her tits had responded, swelling up taut with arousal. He ran his thumbs over her soft conical nipples, and they mushroomed into long stiff buds. Sally creamed all over his hairy thigh.

"I feel you getting wet for me, baby," Gil chuckled. "Am I right?"

"You sure are," Sally sighed. "It won't take me a second to finish this drink."

She poured down the last of her drink and set the glass aside. Gil drew her down on the couch, his friends helping, until she was stretched out naked over all their laps. It was strange and exciting to feel three stiff cocks poking against her. Gil kept on fondling her big engorged tits, while Roger, at the other end of the couch, started doing something kinky and exciting with her toes. Ben, in the middle, got to play with her pussy.

"Ohhhhh, my God," Sally moaned.

She'd never felt anything like it, but then she'd never had three men playing with her body at once. Roger was massaging her toes one at a time in a way that made her wild with arousal, and Gil was bending low now to whip her stiff sensitive nipples with his hot wet tongue. Ben had slid a stiff finger between her legs and was rimming the tight-ringed mouth of her cunt. She creamed furiously and whimpered with pleasure.

"Oh, wow, you guys are getting me so turned on!" she cried.

"This is just for openers," Ben leered. "Wait till the main act."

Sally gurgled and moaned, dizzy with pleasure, as they expertly played with her toes, pussy and tits. She was creaming all over Ben's finger and thighs, but there was nothing she could do about it-she was just too insanely aroused. When her body was flushed and shivering with lust, the men gently laid her down on the rug.

Gil joined her, pushing her legs open and lowering himself between them. Sally whimpered with need as he wedged the big hard head of his stiff cock into her drooling little cunt. She moaned hoarsely as he slowly pushed into her, filling her greedy twat with thick throbbing meat. He pushed until his bloated balls pressed her slit.

"Unnnhhhh, yes, get into meeeee," she whined.

"Her cunt's nice and hot," Gil eagerly told his buddies. "Jesus, it's hot."

Sally felt his thick boner butting her womb, and she drenched the throbbing meat with molten pussy cream. Gil shivered lustily as he felt the scalding bath. He shoved his big hands under her hot little ass, got a good grip, and began fucking into her slowly, deeply and sensuously. It was just the opposite of Mitch's savage fucking, and Sally needed the change. Her pretty face twisted in a grimace of ecstasy.