James Evers - Hungry wives

She turned to where she had last seen Jenny, hoping for her friend's support, hoping Jenny still had the presence of mind to put their carefully laid plans into effect. But it was hopeless. Jenny and Mike had fallen to the floor, and were now locked in a frenzied sixty-nine. They were so wrapped up in their mutual sucking that Jenny could not even look up to acknowledge her husband's presence.

Marge was on her own. She turned to thee the two men, her mouth gaping open in a vain attempt at speech. But her words were cut off by the renewed surge of McCord's cunt-bathing tongue. And now she surrendered, allowing the sight of her writhing body to say all the things she had wanted to convey.

She flopped back onto the floor, giving herself entirely to the joy of McCord's rutting tongue. She threw her hips freely into each thrust of his soul-destroying mouth. Her hands flew out to grab the jerking red locks of his hair, and guide his spearing face, crushing it into the blossoming folds of her screaming twat.

Her hips were flying in jerking lunges that enveloped her in a cloud of agonizing bliss. On and on she battered, trying to swallow the entire mass of his devouring face into the hot, running chamber of her pussy. But suddenly her, attention was once again diverted by the inhuman sound of a low, muffled scream from across the room.

She turned her face and found Jenny and Mike just where she had seen them before. Jenny was pressed over Mike's cock, her face nuzzling the strands of his pubic hairs and his cock lost deep in her throat. Mike's face was obliterated by her grinding hips, wearing her cunt like a mask.

But now she could see the third body, and the reason for Jenny's scream became apparent. Tom's body was perched behind her, his pants around his knees, and his cock buried to the hilt in her squirming asshole. He was like a man possessed, driving his hulking prick with savage abandon into the hot clutching muscle of her anus.

But that was the last view she had. Her vision was suddenly cut off by the appearance of Roger's hairy thigh straddling her face. She turned to look up, and was greeted with the sight of his huge prick dripping passionately onto her soft cheek. From around the shaft she could barely perceive his lust-twisted face, his eyes glowing in an incandescent fire of pure burning want.

And now the whole experience ganged up on her, forcing words from her mouth that totally lacked the guidance of her brain. "Ooooohhh God! Give me your cock! Oooohh, Roger… I love you… love your cock! I loooooovvveee yooooooouuuu! Giiiiive meeeee your coooccckkk!"

No sooner had the wards come out than Roger had thrust the blunt prong into her open screaming mouth, his body quaking as her soft lips closed desperately over the hot slab of meat. She sucked with a fury that defied human tolerance. Her tongue scraped feverishly over the flaming red tip, swallowing every drop of pre-cum that squeezed from his aching balls.

She sucked with a vengeance, as if by swallowing him she could convince him of all the love she held. Her scorching lips branded the mark of her devotion onto his throbbing shaft as she climbed the length of his fuck-pole, and smashed her face into the hard bone of his crotch.

And all the while McCord's tongue was still digging at the pink petals of her flowering taint, his teeth tearing in blinding delight at the pearly bud of her clit. The three of them rocked and shook with the rhythms of their dancing bodies, and were soon joined by the orgasmic accompaniment of climax.

To Marge it was just so many voices from the other side of the room. Unable to see, she just listened.

Mike was first. Marge listened to the violent thrashings of his blasting body as he blew the juices of his cock into Jenny's hungry mouth. And then it was Jenny's voice that joined the chorus.

"uuuggghhh… Uuggghhhh… uuuunnggg!"

Words were impossible with his bursting cock spewing into her mouth. But her voice droned on as her cunt exploded, her full moans marking each wrenching spasm of her squirting twat. And then it was Tom. In a piercing voice, he blared out the final movement of this lusting symphony. "Oh fuck yes… yes! Yyeeeesssss! Take it! Take my cock! Suck it into your sweet ass and never give it back! Take it! Take it! Aaahhhhh!"

Marge could feel it coming. The battering abuse of McCord's tongue was wearing her down. She could feel the burning swell of her orgasm climbing the long avenue of her spine, and preparing to flood her brain.

The actions of her mouth took on frantic desperation. She was desperate for the feel of Roger's huge cock spilling in abundance into her mouth, before the consuming heat of her orgasm could strike. And then it came.

Her prayers were answered by the sudden jerking of his surging meat. His body doubled up, and exploded in spastic convulsions into her open throat. His hot cum spat in wave after bursting wave of scalding delight, throwing her helplessly, head first into her own shattering climax.

Jenny opened the curtains of her bedroom, and heaved a warm sigh as the faint light of the dawning sun creeped silently into the room. She held a moment, basking in the aura of the morning glow almost as if she could draw renewed strength from its awakening splendor.

She grabbed the bottle from her dresser top, spilling the contents into her hand, and returned to the prostrate form of her husband on the bed. She carefully crawled between his legs, and took his limp cock into the warm chamber of her mouth.

Tom's body jolted as he felt his aching cock enter her mouth. "Oh God, Jenny! Jenny, I can't… I can't! This will be eight times in six hours! I just can't do it, honey! Please… oh… please!"

His body winced with each stroke of her tongue across the raw reddened flesh of his exhausted cock. It was with sonic relief that he felt her head leave his prick to speak.

"Just one more time, honey… just one more gorgeous fuck with your huge cock – please!" And even as she spoke she began spreading the creamy contents of her coated hand across his, balls and anus, her finger delving into the tight little chute to spread its oily contents.

"Jenny, I can't," he groaned, his weary muscles barely able to squirm from the boldly climbing finger. "I just can't get it up another time anyway… I've got to get ready for work."

"Don't worry, honey," she chirped. "You've got at least fifteen minutes before you have to get ready. And I promise you… I'll get it up for you!"

She removed her finger from his rectum and reached down to the side of the bed. Quickly she removed the slender vibrator from the heating pad she had so carefully tucked it in, and returned to his crotch.

She then returned her mouth to the wrinkled lump of his cock, sucking it gently into her hungry mouth. She placed the plastic tip of her vibrator against the tiny strip of skin between his sac and anus, carefully spreading his tender balls over the sleek tool.

The heat radiated from the object, warming his balls. Then she turned it on. His hips lifted from the bed as the hot churning of his groin began to burn its way into his collapsed prick.

She moved quickly, storming the walls of his resistance, and in one lightning gesture she buried the vibrator into his surprised and helpless rectum.

His cock shot up like a skyrocket, filling her happy throat with the bulk of its flaring, dripping tip. She pounded the vibrator in even, regular strokes into the clasping muscles of his bowels, and then stopped, leaving the whirling object buried in his ass.

She then rose, lifting her face from the glowing cock, and climbed up his body, her cunt poised delightfully over his waving prick.

"See! I told you you could do it!" she whispered, her body lowering slowly, her cunt dropping like a glove over the full, throbbing length of his click. "I told you I would get it up! Now fuck me! One more lovely fuck before you go off to work… one more glorious orgasm to last until you come home tonight."