Paul Gable - Whipped wife

"Diane," Jack whispered hoarsely from the doorway to the living room. That sounded like the mating call of a moose in rut to her. The blonde clenched her slender fingers together into two tight fists, then threw back her head and laughed loudly. If Matt could cheat on her, why shouldn't she be able to do the same? He'd abused her enough. It was time that she had a little satisfaction for herself.

"Oh Jack," the blonde said, turning around and leaning against the stove as she stared hotly at him. This time she didn't try to hide her feelings. She was in heat. Every inch of her body was begging for that man's fat dick. Jack could tell what Diane wanted and smiled triumphantly as he walked into the kitchen. The blonde completely surrendered to him, pulling up her hands and locking her fingers behind his neck as she pressed her thunderous tits against his heaving chest.

"Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me," Diane pleaded as she felt Jack's big hands unzipping her skirt. The blonde felt it float down to the floor as he fumbled with the sweat-and-juice-soaked pair of panties that clung to her hot skin. Diane rocked back and forth, groaning and rolling her head from side to side as Jack kept hunching forward and aimed that hard bulge directly at the hot itching spot between her legs.

"Damn it!" Jack said, giving up at trying to peel the sticking panties down. He raised his hands and moved them forward, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her shoulders. Diane moaned again, feeling her stiffened nipples roasting like chestnuts in their own juice inside her bra. Jack moved his hands up to the spongy boobs, squeezing them gently as he hunched his groin against the juice-dampened crotch panel of her panties. With each squeeze, Diane felt her clit throb deliciously.

"Take it off, ohhhh, please," Diane begged as she felt Jack's fingers slide around her sides and up to her bra strap.

In a moment her bra was unfastened and falling to the floor. While Jack ran the thumb of his right hand over her left nipple, the big man reached down and unzipped his fly. Instinctively, Diane moved her hands toward the opened trousers and felt a hot blast of air blow against her trembling fingers. Jack's big fat cock was only inches away from her hands!

"I want to fuck you. God, how I want to stick this thing into you!" Jack groaned as Diane slid her hands into his pants. She felt the throbbing, fat long dick straining against the cotton of his tight white jockey shorts with her fingers. She squeezed the big pole and heard Jack moan in delight. "Come on. Let's get to bed," Jack suggested as he pulled her hand out of his trousers and pulled her toward the doorway.

"No, not in the bedroom," Diane protested. Even as hot as she was, she couldn't see violating the sanctity of the bedroom with this man. She still felt something for Matt. Fucking a strange man on her husband's bed was something she couldn't face up to. Not yet, at least.

"Okay, right here," Jack said, reaching over and flicking off the lights as he pulled the willing Diane over to the couch. Soon Diane was on the couch and Jack was on top of her. He'd peeled off his shirt and pants, wearing only his jockey shorts as he rubbed and hunched against her half-naked body.

"You want it as bad as I do babe, don't you?" Jack groaned into her ear as his hands crawled over her titties.

"Oh good," was all Diane could moan. She felt his hand slide in between their bodies and cup her tender pussy tightly. She pressed her head back into the cushions and closed her eyes, moaning low and deep in her throat as strands of blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead. Diane continued to moan and beg for more as Jack's fingers worked greedily over her fat, hot pussy lips.

"Fuck your sweet ass," Jack grunted as he milked the lips against each other. Creamy foam bubbled up out from between those labes as he worked their slippery, downy edges together. Diane dug her ass cheeks into the cushions as she dug her fingernails into the big man's back. She couldn't believe the sensations she was feeling right now. Even Matt with all his rough-housing couldn't light her body on fire the way Jack was doing right now. Her nipples were crushed against the black-haired man's hairy chest as his powerful groin pushed her legs further and further apart.

"Ohhh, fuck me. Slip your dick into me," Diane hissed between her teeth.

Jack laughed huskily, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties and yanking down. Diane lifted her ass high, pushing her swampy cunt against Jack's throbbing dick as she felt her briefs slip down from her thighs. Jack tossed the briefs over the top of the couch, then slid down until his mouth was above the dark bush of cunt hairs that stuck out from between her legs.

She stretched her legs more widely apart, hiking her knees up high as Jack pushed his head in between her thighs. He nuzzled his nose through the kinky curls of her pussy hairs and opened his mouth wide.

"AHHHH!" Diane groaned, feeling her eyeballs rolling up into her head as Jack closed his mouth over her pussy. He took the whole thing inside, sinking his teeth into her cunt's fleshy roots. Diane dug her fingernails into his shoulders even harder, raking his tough skin as her brain exploded with ecstasy. The big man sucked onto her like a leech, filling the room with loud, squishy sounds as his tongue lapped and jabbed. Diane rolled her ass from side to side, snapping her knees together occasionally as she tried to scratch that ever-growing itch between her legs. The big man's mouth was making that ache worse. His lips and tongue teased her clit up to an incredibly high heat as her legs closed over Jack's head and trapped him tightly against her bucking body. Diane felt his rough tongue sanding over the sputtering tip of her clit as she jerked her hips up in tiny little upward motions.

"Jesus! You're hot and slippery enough. I could get my fist up there," Jack commented as he pulled his mouth off her cunt and slid back up to her face.

Diane didn't comment. She slid her hands down his back, curling her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and pulled down until she pushed the sweat-soaked cotton material over the big man's powerful, hairy buttocks.

"So, you wanna see some cock meat?" Jack said, smiling slyly at her as he got up and towered above her on his knees. Even in the semi-darkness of the living room, Diane could see that throbbing bulge pushing against the fly-flap of Jack's briefs. Sneering at her, the big man pushed down his jockey shorts and freed his big dick. Diane gasped as the pulsating dick head bobbed only inches away from her parted lips.

Instinctively, Diane reached up and curled her fingers around Jack's fat rod. She could barely fit them around the circumference of that monster. The big man closed his eyes and jerked forward slightly as Diane applied a little pressure. The big, rope-like veins that surrounded Jack's prong throbbed against her fingers as Diane licked her lips in excitement.

"Take it easy!" Jack said suddenly, brushing her hands away from his dick. He fell down on her and crushed her into the couch as he dug his throbbing cock against her furry cunt lips. Diane felt her wet box shudder with the sudden pressure from Jack's dick. He kept moaning that he was about to shoot. The blonde groaned with growing excitement as she begged him to hold on.

"Give it to me!" Diane finally groaned as she felt Jack calm down a little. "Oh please, give it to me!" She didn't want him shooting his cum all over her belly without satisfying her. She'd had too much of that lately with her husband. This time she was going to cum with a cock in her.

"Give what?" Jack asked teasingly, pulling his head back and sneering teasingly at her as he reached between their bodies again and massaged her spongy, fat labes.