Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. 1

She slithered across the bed and reached out to take its limpness into her small, soft hand. She felt him jerk, heard him gulp, then apologize as she began to teasingly milk it and giggle at the same time.

"No," he said into the phone, the long muscles of his thighs twitching at her teasing manipulations. "I just let him think he was petitioning me, Judge. Then, I told him I'd speak to you… thought that was probably the way you'd want it… (Damn you, stop that. I'm talking to Judge Reed…) Yes, Judge… that's the way I see it, too. He feels he needs our backing to be sure… (You wait till I get off this phone!) Yeah, that's right… her name's Dianne. A real luscious dish, your honor…"

Tonya reached down beneath his re-erected prick and began to stroke the heavy velvet-textured balls. She smiled up at him innocently as she weighed them in her hand. She by-passed the urge to give them a slight squeeze at the mention of Dianne Coleman's name, realizing the powerful gargoyle had instigated the question. Obviously, he'd heard about the little stuck-up, blonde bitch and decided he'd like a sample. A tiny shudder coursed over her smooth, naked flesh at the thought. It took a pro… at least a girl somewhat hardened to the game to stomach the judge… and she ought to know. She'd had to spend more than a little time satisfying his perverted desires… but it was a small measure to give for what they received in return from the powerful "king-maker". And all she had to do was look around her at the plush luxury of her home, her wonderful husband and the full exciting life he'd given her to know that she'd service a horse if he told her to. She loved him that much.

"It's in the bag, as they say, Judge," A.C. went on, while she moved her hand back up to his prick, bending it toward her and forcing him to turn and face her.

Then, she took it into her mouth, slipping her warm, teasing lips down over its throbbing head wetly while she worked her tongue into its tiny split, finally swirling the oral projector around its blood-filled head wildly.

"Y-Yes… yes, Judge… I-I will… I will. N-No, I feel fine… sure, just… just excited about Coleman, is all. Y-You bet. 'Bye… What? Yes, I-I'll let you know. Right. G-Goodbye…"

Tonya couldn't keep her face straight. She had her mouth filled with the head of his shaft, but she was grinning at the same time and looking up at him, her eyes like two brown marbles lying in milk.

Faro grinned down at her. He planted his hands on his hips and stood spread legged while she lay on her belly and sucked at his prick enthusiastically, those big dark-eyes gaping up at him innocently.

Christ, he loved her, he thought! What a wanton, beautiful, delectable whore she was. She'd struck him the same way the first night he'd laid her in San Francisco at the Police Officials Convention. Seven years she'd been his wife and never for one moment since Nora's death had he been sorry for marrying her. She's made it all worth while… worth coming home to… and that was more than he could ever say for Nora in twenty years of wedlock.

So, the kids didn't like her… to hell with them. They had their own lives now. And he'd bet his next year's income that their sex existence couldn't begin to match his. Damnit, he hadn't lived until he'd met Tonya. Call girl? Yeah… she had to be; she needed that much loving… at least, he satisfied himself with that explanation.

Now, he looked down at her… smirking as she continued to suck on the head of his prick. Cripes, he could fuck her all morning and all afternoon… yes, even into the night and she'd wake him up by squeezing his balls and cock, looking for more. She was insatiable… but Goddamn, deliciously so, his true counterpart in lust, he knew.

She lay on her belly, her torso raised from the bed and braced by her elbows, one small hand encircling the base of his cock while the other cradled his balls; her high-set, round full breasts hung forward, their brown nipples hardened in her excitement, reminding him of a carved mermaid attached to the bow of a sailing ship, while his cock stuck from her mouth like its bowsprit. He ran his hands through her silky, raven-black hair, his eyes devouring the smooth, creamy skin of her back that narrowed into the girlish waist, then flared out into enticingly rounded hips, and full, globular buttocks. Her perfectly tapered thighs she had spread comfortably and her shapely lower-legs were raised, bent at the knees so that he could see the soft pink soles of her feet wrinkling as she twitched and curled her toes contentedly to the sucking and licking of his continually hardening prick in his mouth.

"You know," he said, clutching his fingers in her hair and giving his loins a little thrust forward, "I ought to spank your ass for being such a damn little pest."

"Um hum," she murmured nasally, accepting the extra measure of prick he pressed into the warm cavern of her mouth eagerly.

"Th-that was Judge Reed… and… and he's going to back… back Coleman, which… which means I'll be… be his campaign manager…"

"Um hum."

"And… and now I've got to… to call him and set things… things up for tonight… ooohhh… They'll… they'll be dining at our… our table, Baby…"

Abruptly, she stopped her buccal nursing, raised her big eyes and slowly slipped back off the end of his hardened fleshy rod. She licked at her lips and smiled up at him.

"You mean, the Colemans' are going to be our partners tonight?" she questioned, her excitement obvious to him.

He continued to smile as he nodded down at her. Their broad approach to mate-swapping and other extracurricular affairs were the secret ingredients that had made their marriage an average success. If anything, their mutual permissive arrangement had brought them closer together, and more than once each had helped the other accomplish a desired seduction.

"You like that, eh Baby?" he said, her sudden elation no surprise to him: she'd had designs on Mark Coleman for months, along with a dozen other wives at the club, but the young attorney had seemingly followed a straight and narrow path, cleverly keeping himself a friend to all, but obligated to none. He was a discreet one, all right.

"I like it very much, Daddy," she crooned, raising up to sit back on her haunches while his eyes darted to her soft flat belly and downward between her slightly spread thighs where he could see through the dark pubic hair covering her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly from her arousal of a few moments before. "And I imagine the idea of getting into that little blonde wife of his isn't exactly upsetting to you, is it, Darling?"

A.C. grinned as he thought of Dianne Coleman's luscious young body. "That innocent little bitch makes my cock jump every time I see her," he said softly in concentrated thought.

"Hmmm, that's not saying too much for her," retorted his wife teasingly. "I know a couple of whores who've performed that effortless task…"

She saw the gleam of mischief leap into his eyes, but was not quick enough to escape his dive forward and widespread arms. With a little squeal she tried to roll clear of the bed and suddenly found herself flat on her back, her legs held high and wide apart, his rugged face grinning at her from where it was poised just above the split of her soft, dark-covered crotch.

"Oh, damn you," she half-smiled at him, her head raised so that he could see down between the full, erect mounds of her breasts, her breath catching in her throat at the mere anticipation of what he was going to do. "I-I won't be responsible," she stammered. Having her pussy licked set her wild and he knew it. "Y-You better not… if… if you ever want to get to the club for dinner with the Colemans…"

A.C. snickered as he placed the flat of his palms against the quivering inner sides of her thighs and with his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt, slowly drew the ragged pink lips apart exposing the moist coral slit before him; then, he softly blew his cool breath into it.