James Evers - Hungry wives

With this she began milking her soft, wet muff up and down his hulking member, dragging it in tight, gripping strokes over the aching expanse of his cock. The vibrator quivered in his anus, its heat filling the tormented area of his groin as her lips fell silent with the frantic sucking of his nipples.

Tom could only groan. One long, sustaining moan of mingled agony and bliss as her hot cunt sucked the reluctant sperm from his foaming balls.

Marge watched as Roger entered the room and placed the breakfast tray next to her on the bed. Breakfast in bed! she thought. My God, how long has it been?

But the food was the last thing on her mind at this point. She stared at her husband's naked body, ready far one last round of pleasure, one farewell fuck to send him off to greet the day.

"The food looks wonderful," she sighed, "but aren't you going to eat?"

"Naw! I'll pick up a snack later," he shrugged. "That's silly. What kind of wife would I be if I let my husband head off to work without breakfast?"

"It's okay… really!"

"NO! You've got to at least have some juice!" And so saying, she reached into the glass and began smearing the orange liquid across her full, heaving tits. Roger's eyes brightened as the meaning of her words began to become clear.

"Well… I guess I should have a little juice." His face lowered to the scalding mounds of flesh. His tongue circled one full orb, cleaning it of every drop of tangy juice, and then proceeding to the other to wash it with his flicking tongue.

As each tit was cleaned, Marge would spread another layer of cool liquid, waiting in shivering delight for him to repeat the loving process. On and one she went, shivering with each delicious lap of his hot tongue, her joy increasing until the glass was finally drained.

"I think you should also have a little meat. You need meat to give you strength!" She reached up and scooped a handful of jelly from the plate next to her toast. Slowly she smeared the sweet sauce across her open cunt, using her finger to deposit a generous amount into the moist chamber of her open hole.

"Okay," he said hoarsely, "but you'll have to eat too… I hate to eat alone." He reached up, spreading the jelly carefully over the full length of his huge cock.

They stretched out across the bed, Roger's mouth diving instantly into the banquet of her teasing cunt, and Marge licking hungrily and joyfully at his cock. On and on they licked, each new exploration of their wildly waving tongues rewarding them with explosions of sweet taste, and ripples of pure erotic delight.

Soon the oral actions took on a more intense rhythm, and what had been light, tasting licks became full probing thrusts of passionate ecstasy. And now it was hips and mouths, surging with the power of charged, hungry organs desperate for one more release, one more searing blast of human energy to carry them above the tedium of their normal life.

It was not long in coming. Roger's tongue tore at the tiny bud of her clit, ripping at the sensitive flesh in a fiendish delight that threatened to dissolve her body in its intensity. At the same time her tongue would not relent in its bold raping of his huge meat.

Each one lapped, trying to top the other in the heated giving of pleasure, each mouth begging the other's body to show its acceptance in the full throes of orgasm. Each one hungry for the taste of sweet release. Each one winning.

Together they came. Roger's cock blasted the hot cream of his cum in giant gasps of release. Marge devoured it, thrilling as the hot, salty cum would mingle with tiny drops of jelly still clinging to the curly hairs of his jerking crotch.

All the while her own belly was heaving in the violent contractions of orgasm, bathing his face in the rich flow of her nectar-like juices. It seemed to go on for hours, their bodies sucking and draining the last full shivers of climax from the twisted forms of their blowing organs.

And then it was over.

Roger was the first to speak. "You know, Marge, if we could bottle that… I'm sure it would replace coffee as the morning pick-me-up!"

"Best breakfast I ever had!" she giggled. Marge now lay back and watched as Roger went about the duties of preparing for work. She finished the plate of food he had so carefully prepared, and was just placing the tray on the floor when he came up to say goodbye.

"A goodbye kiss?" he chirped.

"You betcha!"

To Marge's delighted surprise he bent down and kissed her cunt-lips tenderly.

"You know," he said, his eyes drinking in the perfection of her petaled labes, "I don't really have to go to work today."

She thought for one second. "Noooo! You better go. If we're getting together with Tom and Jenny tonight like we planned, you're going to need all the strength you can muster."

"Yeah," he grinned, the idea lighting his face like a torch. "I guess we will!"

One more kiss on her cunt and he was gone. Marge remained in bed, allowing Roger enough time to pick up Tom before she grabbed the phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Hello? Jenny?"

"Hi, Marge! How was your evening?"

"Unbelievable! How was yours?"

"Grrrrrrrreat!"

"You know… there was a second there last night when they first found us with the buyers that I thought it was all over."

"Yeah… but we won, kiddo… we won!"

"I can't wait till tonight, Jenny… can you?"

"Nope! I just hope Tom's not too crippled to operate."

This brought on a round of excited giggles from both girls.

"GOD!" Marge laughed. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it!"

"Me too!" Jenny sighed. "You know, Marge, tonight's an awfully long way off, and I'm itching already."

"Yeah! What can we do to kill the time between now and then?"

There was a long silence while both girls thought. It was Jenny who finally broke the spell of their concentration.

"Well… I know one thing we can do."

"What's that?"

"Well… you know how that sink in the bathroom leaks? It's just off the bedroom, and drives me crazy at night. Well you could help me fix it."

"Okay… why not!"

"Oh, and Marge. Before you come over, give the plumber a call. You know! That new one that Emily told us about."

"You mean the cute one?"

"Yeah… the cute one. You know, just in case we have any trouble with the pipes."

Marge's face beamed in a broad, sinful smile. "You're right, Jenny… I mean we can't be too careful – right?"

"Riiiiight! You never know what might come up when your playing around with pipes."