Ray Todd - The eager wife

Watching her, his gaze drifted down over her flat tummy to the triangle of light-brown pussy hair that was faintly visible through her lacy little panties. God, how he would love to suck and lick her juicy cunt, but that was something Sheila had never allowed him to do. Because of her disdain for oral sex, she'd never sucked him off. They used to argue about this, but Martin had finally reluctantly given up any hopes of enjoying oral sex with his beautiful wife.

"We'd better get our swim suits on," said Sheila, slowly removing her bra. "The others will be waiting for us down by the pool."

"Let them wait," he answered, taking her into his arms when she'd slipped out of her panties.

"Oh, Martin!" she giggled, feeling his cock throbbing against her naked body through the material of his slacks. "You've got naughty thoughts on your mind."

"I sure have," he whispered, goosing his fingers into the soft, wiggly flesh between her asscheeks as she kissed him.

"Okay," said Sheila when they broke the lingering kiss. "We could have a little quickie before we join them."

"That's my girl," he responded, smiling. He started to remove his clothes.

While he was undressing, Sheila threw back the bed covers and spread her naked body out on the sheet.

"Hurry, darling," whispered Sheila as he moved toward her, his thick, hard cock thrusting up from his balls. "That big, hard prick is exactly what I need."

Throwing himself onto the bed, he pulled her hot, naked body into his arms, feeling the moist heat of her dripping pussy against his loins.

"Oh, Martin!" she panted. "Fuck me good, honey… fuck me good!"

Sheila had always been a wonderful piece of ass, but he'd never seen his wife as passionate as she was this afternoon. Panting like a bitch in heat, she reached down between their writhing bodies and grasped his meaty cock.

"Jesus!" she whispered, skimming his foreskin up and down over his lurching cock. "Your cock feels so big today."

She began stroking his cock more vigorously as Martin wolfed one of her big, quivering nipples into his mouth. Sheila couldn't remember ever being this aroused before in her life. The way his lips were sucking and puffing on her distended titty-bud was pure ecstasy. It felt like electric shocks were streaking from her tits down to the wet hotness between her legs.

"Suck! Suck!" She was squealing. "Suck my tits! Suck 'em… suck 'em!"

The loudness in her voice excited Martin. He was dying to taste her pussy. Having never seen his wife in such a passionate mood before, Martin wondered if she might at last let him lick her juicy cunt.

Almost out of her mind from the feeling of his passionate lips on her nipples, she pumped her hand up and down his stiff prick. She was only dimly aware when he released her tit from his mouth and moved down over her smooth, soft belly. She felt his hot breath on her soft pubic hair when she realized what was going on.

"Please, no!" she whispered when his face moved down between her thighs.

Sheila had always stopped him before, but this time she hesitated, secretly wanting to feel his lips against her cunt.

"Please, don't," she whispered again.

She suddenly jolted when a delicious ecstasy streaked through her entire body as Martin licked her cunt with his wet, hot tongue. Her joy was so intense that Sheila fearfully recoiled from it.

"No!" she shouted, trying to push him away. "Please, don't!"

Her feeling had been so unbelievably good that Sheila couldn't allow it to continue. She didn't want to be turned into a sexual pervert. She knew that's what would happen if she let him lick her cunt much longer.

"Please!" he begged, drilling his tongue deep into her hot, flowing cunt.

"No, damn it!" she shouted, twisting away from him. "You're not going to turn me into a depraved slut!"

"Don't be so fuckin' stupid!" he shouted back at her. "It's a completely normal act."

"You asshole!" she screamed. "How the hell can licking a woman's pussy be called normal."

"Well, it is!" he argued.

"Bullshit!" hissed Sheila, jumping out of the bed with all her passions gone. "It's as depraved as sucking a man's filthy cock."

"I'm sorry," he sighed, knowing how much he needed to empty his boiling sperm into her cunt. "I won't try that again."

"You'd better not!" she snapped.

"Now let's get back on the bed," he whispered, reaching for her.

"No, thank you," she said in an icy tone. "I'm out of the mood. Go put your trunks on so we can join the rest of them at the pool."

"What the hell will I do with this hard-on?" he gasped.

"I don't give a shit what you do with it, as long you keep it away from me," she answered, marching through the luggage for her bikini. "You can jack it off as far as I'm concerned."

Martin reluctantly put on his hunks and followed his bikini-clad wife down to the pool. When they arrived, they saw Paul and Jackie Gamer sitting with the Olsens at a table near the outdoor bar.

"Hello," beamed Paul, staring hungrily at Sheila's scantily-clad body as she approached the table.

"Hi," smiled Sheila, pleased with the approving expression on his face as he stood up to greet them.

When they were seated and a round of drinks was served, Jan Olsen excitedly told them that she and Eric had just taken a walk along the beach.

"We saw your daughter down there," she smiled.

"Was she having fun?" asked Sheila.

"Gosh, yes," giggled Jan. "She was surrounded by boys."

Still angry at her husband for trying to lick her pussy, Sheila ignored him as they sat around the table talking. She devoted most of her attention to Paul, who was completely enthralled by Sheila's lush figure. With his wife leaving him completely out of the conversation, Martin glanced up and noticed Jackie staring at him with a rather amused expression on her face.

"You seem quiet," she smiled, brushing her long, red hair back as she leaned over to speak with him.

"I'm more of a listener than a talker," he said, admiring the huge amount of creamy tit-meat in her brief bikini top.

"I like quiet men," she whispered, with a hot, smoldering look of lust in her eyes. "Have you walked through the hotel gardens?"

"No," he answered, smiling. "I really haven't seen much of anything yet."

"Then let me show you through the gardens," she suggested, rising quickly to her feet.

"Fine," he replied, walking around the table to join her.

"Paul," she said to her husband, who was completely engrossed with Sheila. "If you'll excuse us, I'm going to show Martin through the gardens."

"That's fine, dear," he mumbled. "I'll just sit here with this beautiful lovely lady."

Sheila said nothing as her husband followed the beautiful redhead down the path. As Paul walked behind Jackie, the sight of her soft, wiggly bottom swinging back and forth in her string bikini was enough to blow his mind. Following the path, they entered a garden of thick lawns, lush topical plants and trees, and a profusion of brightly colored blossoms.

"Isn't this lovely?" she asked, taking the man's hand, leading him through the tropical paradise.

"It sure is," Martin agreed.

"It's like the Garden of Eden," Jackie whispered as they stood in the deserted stillness. "It feels like we're the only two people in the world."

Martin felt a strange excitement stirring in his loins as he realized he was alone with this provocative redhead. The naughty twinkle in Jackie's eyes seemed quite suggestive.

"Martin," she whispered, resting her hands on his bare, broad shoulders. "Will you kiss me?"

"W-what?" he stammered.

"I want to feel wicked like Eve felt in the garden," she explained in a soft whisper. "So please kiss me."

"B-b-but wh-what about your husband?" he asked nervously.

"Oh, Martin," she giggled, putting her arms around him and nibbling her hot crotch against the front of his trunks. "Just shut up and kiss me."