Rex Taylor: Overeager wife

It was all in her now, his entire hand, shoved in wrist-deep, and he was turning it slowly within the tight grasping channel of her curt. Maggie felt as if she were being turned around and around on the bed. Her head swain and for a moment she forgot to continue sucking his cockhead, nearly letting him slip from her mouth in that brief loss of control.

Her mind snapped to attention and she grabbed hastily at his escaping cock. Her hand gripped it tightly and, still mouthing the tip, she began to jerk up and down the loose layer of outer cock flesh. Her hand moved in a flurry of excited motion, masturbating him from the balls upward, bumping her lips every time she stroked toward her face.

Faster and faster her fingers shucked on his hard cock. She felt him growing bigger, harder, hotter in her grasp, tasted the thin, watery pre-coital fluids that oozed from his cock, felt at the same time the steady action of his hand in her cunt. He seemed to be going in deeper. Could he really do that? Could he insert his entire arm in her cunt? Wouldn't her womb block his way? She didn't care! She was willing to find out what happened when he got that much inside her. Thank God he wasn't wearing a wristwatch! He'd have scraped her clit to a bloody shred and sent her into an orgasm from which she might never come down.

She tightened the suction of her lips an his cockhead as her hand shot up and down, faster, faster, faster. Sensations boiled in her belly, bubbling ever more energetically, barreling outward along the path that led to the open wound of her cunt. Maggie was floating in the air, high above the bed, looking down at herself and at its other occupants with a curious, detached eye. Automatically her fist continued to work on David's cock and reality suddenly smacked her in the face as his cockhead swelled to gigantic proportions and his balls emptied out their cargo of spurting jism. Her mouth filled with his hot cum and she drank it down, hungry as a fifty-dollar whore. A second explosion, and a third, hammered into her mouth and still there seemed to be no bottom to his cream pitcher. Maggie swallowed until her throat ached and his surplus dribbled from her weary lips even as her own orgasm struck. Her mouth continued to work its magic but her mind was in a realm where colors ran wild and sounds were harmonious.

She didn't even notice when Belinda gave a whimpering cry, at almost the same moment, her loins writhing around the cock that pierced them, nor did she hear Ted's moan a few seconds later as he pummeled his cock upward into Belinda's sucking, rippling cunt, filling it with juices and fluids that gushed in a milky river from the parted lips of the blonde girl's pussy.

Ted lay on his side, panting softly as David and Maggie came apart. Belinda had crawled off his limp cock, her shaven cunt dripping jism, and she sat at the foot of the bed, her face a mirror of inner contentment.

"I suppose this was what you wanted," Maggie told her husband, David's cum still hanging in wet bubbles on her mouth. She wiped at it with her fingers, licking them clean.

Ted nodded. "Didn't you have a good time?" he asked.

Maggie turned to Belinda. "And I understand you and Ted have been making it on the side for a couple of weeks."

"Does it really matter now?" Ted cut in. "Maggie, you're not gonna make a scene now, are you? I mean, you were into it yourself and you can't deny that."

Maggie moved closer. She felt an itching between her cuntlips and her hand flew out, locking around Ted's cock.

Ted moaned at her touch. "Hey!" he called. "Be gentle! I'm still kinda tender right there."

Maggie gave him a wicked smile. "You said that swinging could improve our sex lives. And in two weeks you must have had – oh, let's say ten extracurricular sessions with Belinda. That means you owe me eight orgasms. And I'm ready to collect."

Her hand twisted, wrenching his cock with a delicious degree of cruel abuse. She felt him stiffen perceptibly but it was not enough. Her head dropped and she flipped her tongue twice across his engorging cockhead before sucking it into her mouth. A strange taste assaulted her senses. She could detect the flavor of Ted's cock, the tang of his freshly spilled jism, and, overriding those, a different, subtle, erotic sweetness. Only as she felt the cock bulging in her mouth did she realize that she must be tasting the juices of Belinda's cunt, clinging to her husband's cock. By then he was stiff and rampant, his heavy prick lying across her tongue, thrusting its point deep into her mouth, and she had to release him or choke on his cock.

Maggie sat up straight, her hands fondling her husband's prick, verifying its steely erection. "That's better," she smiled. "I knew you could do it." She flopped onto her side and jammed her ass against his crotch. One leg lifted and stretched back across his thigh so that his cock lay along the moist, hungry lips of her cunt. She reached in from the front to tweak the sensitive head, grinning at Ted's sudden howl of discomfort.

"What's the matter, swinger?" she taunted. "Remember – you've got a wife to satisfy, too!" Her cunt was still wet from the cum David had given her earlier, as well as from her own climactic fluids, but she felt it growing squishier by the second as she rubbed it with Ted's cock. With a squeal of triumph she jiggled her ass, fingers guiding Ted inside her open cuntmouth.

He thrust hard, filling her pussy with his thick, hot cock, and his hands worked around her body to clutch at her stiff-nippled tits. Maggie had teased her husband to rutting readiness but now he was in control, his cock rampaging inside her slick cuntal channel.

She liked this position. It was one of their favorites and it took him deeply inside her. Not quite as deep as David had managed, but David's cock was a bit longer than Ted's. But on the other hand, Maggie told herself, Ted's cock was one of her oldest and, best friends. She knew all its pet ways and habits, its likes and dislikes, and, after experiencing it, she was certain that womb prodding was a sex trick she wanted only in moderation.

Here, now, she could feel her cunt being stuffed with Ted's thick cock and she could get off on the sure, sensuous in-out, in-out strokes he gave her. Her leg went back, locking behind his, and she pushed back against her husband to help him get inside her.

Belinda and David sat watching from opposite corners of the bed, until their eyes made locking contact. Belinda grinned at her husband, wondering aloud, "How about you? Can you get it up just once more for me?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" David replied, shaking his stiffening cock in her direction. Belinda went onto hands and knees, hurrying past the flying legs of Maggie and Ted. She threw herself upon her husband, her mouth sucking at his, her hands toying with his cock, hastening the process of making it ready to fuck.

He placed her on her back, knees up and apart, and he climbed into the haven of her body. Belinda's fingers spread her hairless cunt until the head of his prick was inside, and then she thrust up with her hips, embedding him within her. A gurgling sigh oozed from her lips and she wiggled as he fucked her.

Maggie's cheek lay on the bed only scant inches from Belinda's blonde locks. She could even smell the fragrance of the other girl's hair. Belinda's eyes were closed as she accepted stab after stab of David's cock. She seemed to be in a private heaven and Maggie, having been fucked by that same prick not very long before, could appreciate what the other girl must be feeling.

But Ted gave her as good as she had gotten from David, Maggie reminded herself. Belinda had gotten a first-class fuck from Maggie's husband, she had gotten herself a cunt full of hot cum, and unless Belinda Rodgers was a first-class actress, the blonde swinger had also enjoyed the erupting excitement of her own churning ovaries to cap the swap.