Sid Farmer - Hot and horny weekend

George looked down at his naked wife, knowing without a doubt what she was thinking. He knew what he could conjure up in her jealous mind by mentioning the women that he had just finished with, and he knew as well that Abby always seemed to need revenge to reassure her position. As George gazed down into his wife's eyes, she suddenly focused on him and realized that he knew what she was thinking. She laughed with some embarrassment.

"You're looking at me very knowingly, darling," she said.

"I was just wondering what evil schemes you have all cooked up for poor Laura Wilson, my little angel. She isn't really a witch, you know. In fact, I think you might even like her."

"I doubt it," Abby said flatly.

"Hmm. Nobody who lays your husband escapes alive, is that it?" George laughed.

Abby lowered her eyes momentarily, trying to conceal her thoughts, and then realized it was useless. She and her husband knew each other, after their fifteen years of marriage, with almost frightening intimacy.

"Do you think we can get Peter… to let us use Jackson?" she said coyly.

"Well, I don't know why not," her husband answered her. "But I don't know if that would be a very good idea. I mean, that Jackson really is a monster, you know. He could hurt her."

"No, I don't think anything like that could ever happen. Besides, I've never seen Jackson in action, have you?"

"No," her husband said, "Peter always keeps him pretty well under wraps, so to speak."

"Then let's do it!" Abby said excitedly.

George looked at the almost childishly enthusiastic face of his wife, and laughed out loud. What the hell, if she wanted it. He certainly didn't have any loyalties to Laura Wilson.

"All right, you can ask Peter about it. But don't you think we ought to break the Wilsons in? I mean, you don't take somebody to a party at the Lessings unless… you know."

"Well, we already know Laura can be persuaded," Abby said, "all we've got to do is make sure about Bill, and I can do that."

"How?"

"Why don't we invite the Wilsons up to the cottage this weekend. Bill will be back, and you can certainly force Laura to go along with it, with what you know. Then leave it to me. I'll have Bill Wilson eating out of my hand in no time."

"If I know you," George said with a deadpan face, "it won't be your hand he'll be eating out of."

They both laughed and George fell on top of her, nearly crushing her into the bed with his weight as he sought her mouth and covered it with his lips, kissing hard, sucking at her tongue which she'd plunged wetly between his teeth. Abby sucked hungrily at her husband's lower lips, tracing the hard tip of her tongue against the insides of his mouth. Their love-making was ritual, but never boring, and it always seemed like the first time for her. The excitement of seeing him naked and aroused was almost enough to bring her to a climax in itself, and she always had to hold back for this man, bathing in the pleasure he gave her.

George's hands caressed his aroused wife's sides as he lifted himself and rearranged them on the bed, placing her head on the pillow. She felt him kissing her ear, nibbling softly at the tender lobe, then running his snaking tongue lightly down her alabaster neck, across her shoulders to the roundness of her hugely formed breasts. He toyed momentarily with her taut nipples, and she moaned and quivered beneath him as she felt his moist lips nip at the sensitively quivering buds. He had brought her to climax before just by sucking at her nipples, but she knew that he wanted more this time. She knew that his evening's activities with Bill Wilson's wife had only made him want her more.

She moaned as he kissed her smooth flat belly, her anticipation only heightening her already unbearable excitement. She knew that his lips were working their way down lower, and soon would be kissing the soft velvety fleece that curled around the waiting mouth of her hungrily yearning vagina.

As he caressed her with his lips, George slowly turned his body around so that his massively erect penis neared her head. He ran his exploring tongue to the top of her enticing vaginal slit, and parted the moist pink lips with his tongue, at the same time lifting one of his legs over her head and placing it on her other side. His huge cock and leaden testicles hung directly above her face, and she grasped his heavy male flesh with one hand and began to stroke it. The sensations that rose from between her shivering legs as he sucked her, shot all the way to her brain, and the softly moist sweetness of her aroused cunt was on fire. Each touch of his caressing tongue was like dry ice, its heat was so intense.

Abby moaned softly and brought her husband's hardened cock closer to her lips, studying it carefully with her eyes. A small drop of clear liquid poised at the tiny slit-like opening under the bulbous blood-filled head, and she leaned forward and kissed the tip, brushing away the small drop of pre-cum as she did. Then she parted her fleshy lips farther, placing a small fraction of the large coronal rim of his throbbing cock against them, and gently teased her tongue into the tiny opening of his sensitive glans. Then she slid the whole head of his distended shaft of flesh into her soft warm mouth, and pulled the tender foreskin back tight again, teasing the exposed glans with the wetness of her lips. He moaned aloud, and Abby knew that she was pleasing him. Again she rocked her head slightly, stroking only his firm cock-head with her mouth, at the same time spreading her own legs farther apart to give him greater access to the warm moist cavern between her ivory-white thighs.

She could feel his tongue snaking hungrily up into her cuntal passageway, hard and searching, the tip playing with the erectly pulsating flesh at the entrance and rolling in small circles into the tiny hair-lined mouth. She, in turn, began to suck more of his rubbery blood-filled cock up into her mouth, sure to moisten the throbbing flesh with her saliva as she did. She could feel the huge veins throbbing with every beat of his lust-aroused pulse, and she sucked harder until half of his massive cock was thrust into her desperately sucking throat. No man could have more cock than her husband, she thought. In all her experience, she had never seen anyone as big. She held back her choking, and proceeded farther, more slowly, to get as much of his rock-hard male flesh into her hungry mouth as she possibly could.

She flexed the muscles in her tensing thighs, her attention to the pleasure of her burning body complete and unhindered. Every touch, every breath was a new sensation, and she needed no instruction to open her lips wider and firmly re-grasp the pulsing cock in her warm buttery mouth. She began to hum with the twitching shaft still sunk deep between her sucking checks.

George had expected the humming. He didn't have to tell her what pleased him, as he had had to do with Laura earlier that night. Abby started humming up and down a scale of deep-throated notes, vibrating the muscles of her throat against the aching head of his throbbing cock. He ate her voraciously, the sweet smell and taste of her generously flowing excitement only making him want more of the delicious nectar. She writhed her undulating hips upward, trying to enclose him completely with the pink lips of her achingly wanton cunt.

"Please, George," she begged. "Please, now."

Her husband responded slowly at first, regretful to take his lips from the fiery meal he was enjoying between her widespread legs. But she released his burning cock from the moist warmth of her mouth, and with a growl, he suddenly turned around, held himself above her for a moment, and then, with the huge head of his massive cock already in position, slid himself along the short length between her aroused clitoris to the lewdly open target of her waiting cunt, where he slipped in, unheeded by any obstacle.