Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

She humped against Greg, taking him in deeper. "That is some tricky dick you swing between your legs," she purred, repeating the private joke they shared.

Downstairs the phone was ringing again. To hell with it, Maggie thought. Even if it might be Christina or Belinda inviting her to an afternoon of lesbian pleasures. She'd settle for what she had between her thighs right now.

"It's coming," Greg panted, and his cock stiffened inside her. Maggie felt his jism gush out, coating the walls of her cunt, and she hugged him tightly, shivering with a little come of her own. His cock stayed inside her and she wiggled her thighs provocatively to keep it hard and ready. Greg was good for one fuck right after another and she didn't intend to miss one of them.

Yesterday had been devoted to sucking and licking. She'd spent three solid hours with his cock in her mouth and she had guzzled man cream until it should have, but didn't, run out her ears. The day before Greg had raised the possibility of giving it to her in the ass but she had refused him. Ted had tried it often enough, in her prim, prudish days, but she was positive it still wouldn't work, and she didn't want unnecessary pain or discomfort to interfere with a lovely afternoon.

Maggie bit his cheek and wiggled against him, still writhing her cunt on his impaling cock, keeping it hard until he was ready to fuck her again. That wouldn't be long. She could feel his prick getting half-soft, then filling with blood once more and she shook her ass to make the process speed up.

"Come on!" she invited. "You're a swinger, so let's swing!"

They were fucking furiously. Maggie riding on top, when she heard the bedroom door open. Her head spun around and she saw Ted standing in the doorway.

"Hi, honey," she sighed, her ass bouncing on Greg's cock. "You're home early."

"Don't give me that shit!" Ted yelled, advancing toward them. "I've been having to call you for hours. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Maggie stopped her gyrations and rested her palms on Greg's rib cage. "Just a little swinging," she smiled. "This is Greg Nixon. I met him at the party last weekend."

Ted made a fist and smacked it against his thigh. He glowered at Greg. "Why don't you get your clothes on and get the fuck out of here, buddy?" he threatened.

"What's wrong with you, Ted?" Maggie demanded angrily. "Greg is a friend of mine."

"You're a lousy slut, Maggie! Just a lousy, two-bit, shack up slut! What do you mean, having this son of a bitch come over while I'm away? Stud services?"

Greg's cock was going limp inside Maggie and she moved her ass determinedly to make it retain its stiffness.

"Look here, Ted Spencer," she snapped back. "You haven't been much of a husband to me for the past few days. I just figured I'd make up for it."

"I'd better go," Greg cut in. "This is too heavy for me."

"You're staying," Maggie announced, punctuating it with a wiggle of her ass that brought his cock to full, pulsating erection in spite of his doubts.

She turned to Ted. "Come off it, Ted! You were the one who wanted to start swapping, and I went along with you. Well, I like it!"

"This isn't swapping, it's adultery!" Ted shot back. "I mean, what else do you call it? The husband away, the wife in bed with a stranger? What's his name? Nixon? Shit!"

"You're just ticked-off because you voted for his cousin," Maggie replied firmly. "I told you it was a dumb thing to do, that the guy wasn't trustworthy, but no, you had to go vote for the elephant, and all you got was a tusk jammed up your ass." Pleased with her analogy, Maggie smirked at Ted.

"He's right," Greg told her. "Swinging is one thing, trading around at parties, you know? But this really is something else. Honestly, Maggie, if I'd known your husband didn't like the idea. I'd never have called you. So why don't you let me up and I'll go home."

"I've got a better idea," Ted snapped. "Since she likes swinging so much, let's make her a swinging sandwich." He was unbuttoning his trousers, undoing his belt, and letting his pants fall to the floor. His shorts followed and Maggie watched as he teased his cock to erection.

"Good," she said. "You've finally come out of whatever was bothering you. Stand here beside the bed and I'll blow you. Okay?"

Ted's shirt rippled to the floor and now he was naked and hard. "No," he said. "You lean forward. I'm going to shove this tusk up your sassy ass!"

Maggie paled. "Not on your life!" she told him, but by then he was on the bed, kneeling between Greg's outstretched le. He took his cock in hand and slid it up and down the crack of her ass. His hand pushed at her shoulder blades and Maggie leaned forward in spite of herself, her ass rising, her puckered asshole presenting itself to Ted's impatient cock.

He spat on his palms and rubbed his saliva on his cock. Rubbing a finger into Maggie's wet crotch, he soaked the digit and applied the moisture to Maggie's trembling asshole.

She moaned at the touch of his finger, wailed as it pronged through her sphincter and wiggled inside her ass for a lingering moment. She tried to straighten up but he pressed harder upon her shoulder blades and she could not move.

Ted grabbed his cock and worked it once more in Maggie's crack, this time dwelling upon her shit hole. She winced as she felt his knobby cockhead begin to press hard on her resisting ass, and he let up the pressure. Maggie relaxed for a moment, too, a moment too long, and she screamed at the incredibly swift stab as his cock slipped inside her shit chute.

She wanted to jump into the air, to fly around the room, but she couldn't. Two cocks held her firmly to the bed and she was their prisoner.

"You can start again any time you want," Ted declared, and to make his point, he began to fuck in and out of Maggie's tight ass.

"I'm sorry it had to end like this," Greg sighed, and his pelvis shot upward, driving his cock deep into Maggie's cunt.

She writhed and twisted as they double-fucked her. Each time they rammed inside it seemed as if their cocks must certainly bang fully into one another, but the thin wall of flesh separating her asshole and her cunt held firm.

They were moving in counterpoint rhythms, Ted's cock pushing into Maggie's ass while Greg's was pulling back from her cunt.

She hated it! She was being murdered! Her asshole was a festering hotbed of agony! She wished she'd never been born, let alone ever heard of swinging! She damned Belinda and her insistent persuasion to the hottest pits of hell!

And then, abruptly, it didn't hurt any more. Ted's cock was still thick and big inside her asshole but it was moving easily and skillfully and the most incredible sensations were barreling to and from her brain. Her nipples ached with sensual arousal and she whimpered when Greg took them in his fingers. His cock was still in her cunt, moving with the care and force she'd come to expect from him, and her ass was supplying its own special wiggles and twists as she opened her body to the attack of two throbbing cocks.

Setting her teeth firmly she called upon her muscles for assistance, tightening the ring of her ass upon Ted's prick. She heard him moan as her shit chute became a vise encircling his cock, but he didn't stop socking it to her. Maggie knew that moan. She knew that her husband was on the verge of dumping his cookies and, seconds later, she took them, deep in her sassy ass.

He rammed and roared within her, his cock sliding even more easily now that her asshole was slick with his cum, and each time he thrust he dumped a fresh burst of man cream. Maggie shook her ass to help him spend fully, and the wiggles teased and sucked a matching burst of jism out of Greg's cock. The man beneath lunged upward in a savage thump of blind energy that banged his cock tip into Maggie's churning womb and poured boiling cum upon the raging fires of her cunt. She came then, a cock in her cunt, one in her ass, and her body slumped down upon Greg's, slick and greasy with her perspiration.