James Evers - Hungry wives

"Glad to meet you," came his reply.

And now McCord chirped in, "Hey! Where's the other two girls? I thought this was a party of four."

"Where's the other two men?"

"Oh, they went out to freshen up the ice bucket. They'll be back in a few minutes."

"Good! I can't wait!" Marge walked up to McCord, her fingers traveling seductively over his open-shirted chest. "I'M afraid the other two girls couldn't make it. But I promise you, we'll work twice as hard to make it up to you. Shall we start now, or wait for the others to arrive?"

The sweat was beading on McCord's brow as he stared down the front of Marge's dress. "The way I see it, now's as good a time as any!"

Mike's voice sounded from the other side of the room. "Excuse me, Candy… may I take your shawl?"

Jenny flashed a quick look to Marge, who only gave one firm nod of encouragement. "Why not!"

Jenny dropped the shawl, and handed it over to Mike. She could not help feeling a wave of pride as the attention of the room shifted to the swaying of her pointed tits.

Mike was mesmerized. "Beautiful," he whispered. "Absolutely beautiful." Dropping the shawl to the floor, he walked over to Jenny, and began opening the blouse, his lips coming down to nibble at the soft curve of her neck. Marge and McCord watched as he slid the garment from her body, and his hands climbed up to cradle the mounds of flesh.

Jenny's eyes drooped shut at the touch of his warm hands on her tits. Her hands began weaving through his dark locks as his head lowered to the waiting spikes of her trembling nipples. And then he kissed them, his lips closing on the hard posts, his teeth nipping lightly.

Her passions began surging, increasing in force until it shattered the shaky walls of her sanity. Her body arched with the joy of his swirling tongue, her crotch heaving forward to press against the firm column of his leg.

Jenny's groans began spilling out in tiny whimpers of delight as his tongue played across her aching nipple. Her hands came out of their own volition to begin tearing at the buttons of his shirt, freeing them, wrenching the garment from his upper torso to reveal the smooth, rippling muscles of his sleek body. Her fingers traveled gleefully through the curling mat of his chest as his lips jumped from one tit to the next, devouring the sweet buds of flesh in his hungry sucking mouth.

Marge's own passions were lit by the blissful sight of the two entwined lovers. Her hips pressed back against the burly body behind her, her breath catching as she felt the hard knob of his crotch grind into her pillowy ass.

"Shall we join them?" came the growling voice. "No," Marge sighed. "Let's watch for a few minutes. It's turning me on… a lot!"

"Okay, baby!"

He signaled his acceptance by running his hands into the slim side openings of her dress, and raising them to the two swollen melons of her tits. He grasped the giant orbs firmly, his fingers kneading them in rhythmic contractions while he twirled the steely, erect buds of her nipples.

Meanwhile Jenny was too lost in delight to care about having an audience. She was consumed with only one thought – COCK! She wanted it – needed it – hungered for the feel of this man's hard muscled body surging into her open snatch.

It was to this end that she now devoted all her energies. With one flick of her fingers she sprang the catch of her dress, wiggling it to the floor with her hips, and kicking it into the corner of the room. With equal quickness she dropped to her knees, and worked the zipper of his pants. It fell easily before her conquering fingers, and hooking her thumbs into his shorts, she stripped him of pants and underwear in one fell swoop, tossing them onto the heaped fabric of her dress.

And now, suddenly, there it was. Jenny's pupils dilated in lust as she stared at the massive muscle of his cock, stretching like a marbled monument from his bushy groin. Her tongue circled the rim of her bright-red lips as she drew ever nearer to the beckoning cap of his pulsing prick.

Jenny's mouth slacked open, her lips spread wide, and surrounded the dribbling tip of his cock. Mike waited for the thrilling contact of her mouth, but it did not come. She continued forward, taking his organ into the gaping cavity of her mouth, and finally coming to a halt about one third of the way down his throbbing cock.

Mike quivered as his cock stood poised in the center of her mouth, her breath blowing hotly over his teeming flesh. He twitched his cock, gurgling slightly as the rock-hard tube bounced off the ridge of her teeth, but still no contact.

And then she moved. Gradually, like the plodding frames of a slow-motion film, she began closing her mouth, her hand rising to hold his giant prick dead in the center, avoiding all contact until the last possible moment. And then, with only a fraction of a centimeter remaining, Jenny clamped down, her mouth grabbing and sucking with all its might on the burning head of his cock.

"Goooddddd!"

Marge's own gasp echoed Mike's full-throated yell. Her body jolted almost as if the blistering touch of Jenny's mouth had been an her own body. Marge watched her friend's sudden explosion of movement with all the passionate attention of a sinner at a miracle. It was not until her view was cut off that she even realized that her dress was being carefully lifted over her head.

She lifted her arms willingly, hastening to return to the sight of Jenny's furiously bobbing head on Mike's cock. Glancing briefly she realized that McCord's clothes were spread around her feet, and one tiny backward step was all it took to confirm the nakedness of his warm, husky body.

But he did not remain there. She felt his lips on her back, his hot kisses working slowly down the curving arch of her spine, until they were lodged in the deep valley of her ass-cheeks. Slowly the soft cushions parted, and her stomach jumped as his tongue flashed into her anus.

Her body foil forward, her hands coming to rest on her knees, her body twisting to impale itself on the hard, naming organ. His searing tongue climbed the inner channel of her bowels, filling her with torrents of erotic bliss as she watched the violent thrusts of Mike's cock disappearing into Jenny's prick-hungry mouth.

But the show was nearing an end. Marge was finding it harder and harder to focus her eyes on the cocksucking tableau across the room. She was succumbing to the constant thrill of his raging tongue. Finally the curtain fell on her watching eyes as she felt the sudden, jarring blast of three fingers pounding into her flooding cunt.

It was more than her quivering body could take. Her knees buckled instantly, sending her crashing to the soft mat of the carpet, her body fleeing the overwhelming jolts of his manipulations.

But no sooner had she hit the floor than she felt space of an instant, her legs were thrown open, and his blissful, delving tongue was now burrowing into the warm nest of her pussy.

"Ooooohhhhh! Yeeeeesss!"

The cry was driven from her throat by the piston-like lunges of McCord's tongue. His slick lapper was beating into her body, driving her into a frenzy of passion – a passion that might have been complete had she not suddenly been aware of the crashing bag, and the chilling bite of ice cubes as they tumbled against her hot, sweating body.

Marge could vaguely identify the stunned, angry tones of a familiar male voice. "What the fuck is going on here? Marge! How the Hell? Marge! You're you're…"

This piercing cry was joined by another. "Oh Jenny! Jesus Christ…you can't be… you wouldn't… oh good GOD! JENNY, SWEET… JENNY!"

Marge could barely make out the blurred outlines of their husbands' bodies standing in the entranceway. She struggled desperately to remember everything that she mid Jenny had planned to my, but nothing would come.