Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. 1

"Oooohhh… damn you, A.C. I can't resist that and you know it… ooohhh."

"I was going to have mercy on you this afternoon," he said, licking at his lips suggestively, "…was going to let you get plenty of rest so you'd be able to handle Mark Coleman tonight… but you had to keep pestering me, now you take your punishment."

"Oohhh Honey… you better listen to me," she almost whined, her soft white body beginning to twitch before him even though he had not yet attacked. "I-I'll handle two of you and… and four Mark Colemans in a row, b-but I don't know what you'll ever do with that wife of his i-if you start this because I'll d-drain you, so help me I will…"

Again, A.C. snickered as he blew his breath into the moist pink flesh of her pussy that he still held splayed wide with the gentle pressure of his thumbs, raising another gasp from deep in her chest while his cock lurched and he ground it against the satiny coverlet beneath him. It was all a game they both loved to play, teasing, taunting, threatening one another in their sexcapades, yet their own private sincere way of expressing their love, each to the other. Even so, he knew that oral manipulation of her vagina drove her nearly out of her mind, to such an extent that a half-dozen orgasms might not satisfy her, but right now he felt as mischievous as she had, as well as elated over the Coleman accomplishment; an acquisition that was going to bring new gold into the coffers as well as some fresh sexual embellishments. Damnit, a little celebration was in order… and how better than his own wife's wildly exciting cunt!

"Darling, please… I'll go wild today… I know I will," Tonya begged. "J-Just let me do you. Honest, Darling… wait until tonight when we get home… please… I'm begging." She gaped down at him with open mouth to where he was raised menacingly above her widespread crotch, wanting it so badly, yet, knowing what it meant. "Please… please… just let me suck you. You know I cum too when I do that… please…"

"Are you sorry for pestering me?" A.C. said, flicking his tongue out in a lapping movement only a fraction of an inch from her open palpitating pussy.

Tonya sensed a shudder ripple over her, almost as if the actual contact of his hot tongue with her seething vagina had been made. "Yes, Darling, yes… forgive me! I'm begging, sweetheart…!"

A.C. chuckled. God, what a woman! "Okay, this time I'll give in," he said, moving from between her legs to crawl up beside her and drop his head onto the pillow, then roll onto his back, the throbbing tower of his prick pointing, ceilingward. "But you better do a crackup job of sucking, Baby, or I'm going to change my mind."

She laughed, kissed wetly, searching his mouth with her tongue, then scrambled down to haunch on all fours over his loins, stroking his rigid staff first with one hand and then between both at the same time, causing him to thrust his loins upward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed over the jerking, sensitive head of his cock.

Immediately he reached down, entangling his hands tightly in her short black hair, guiding the cadence of her bobbing head below. He raised up from the pillow to watch her ovaled mouth, it added an excitement to the sensation watching the thickness of his massive tool buried between her sucking lips.

He felt the insane, educated twirling of her tongue about the moist viscidness of the blood-inflated tip and twisted his head to watch in the large, strategically placed, bedside mirror, getting a voyeur's-eye view of his wife's attractive face absorbing his ever hardening prick sawing in and out of her roundly stretched mouth. The mere reflected scene made his loins tighten and jerk up into her face, presenting a picture that would appear as if she were taking the full length of it all the way into her throat. Only a small portion of it remained white and glistening as it protruded from between her lips.

God, what a woman, his mind repeated subconsciously as she did whatever it was she performed with her tongue on the upstroke that made the smooth rubbery head of his prick jerk as though all of his pulse were centered there. The scene the mirror reflected mesmerized him and his excitement grew as he saw the pink flesh of her lips being pulled out bizarrely, adhering to that of his cock as she sucked it greedily, her whole being seemingly devoted to the task. Her magnificent breasts were jerking and swaying in a wild rhythm, contributing unbelievable viewing pleasure to the lewd spectacle reflected in the mirror.

"Oh… you lovable bitch… suck it… suck it!" he groaned down at her through clenched teeth, flopping his head backward to the pillow momentarily, visualizing the beautiful face of young Dianne Coleman grotesquely absorbing his massive cock deep in her throat. What a delicious seduction she was going to be when he got her. It wasn't going to be easy, he knew, but he'd get her now, her own husband had agreed… that was part of it. And Goddamn… he'd shoot his hot, sticky load right down her throat and make her beg for more!

"Oh Christ… suck that thing, damn you," he hissed, raising his head once more to watch her labors below. The late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window caused her body to sparkle from the pinpoints of sweat beading on her soft smooth skin. God! He'd like to piss right in her mouth this second. He wished he could! The pressure was growing unbearable in his balls. It wasn't far off now! His cock felt like a Roman candle that had been overpacked and its fuse just lit, and suddenly he wondered when it ignited if maybe it wouldn't shoot right through her and come out the back of her head as it soared off into outer space. He rammed his pelvis hard up against her receptive face, working desperately now to relieve the fantastic pressure mounting, expanding, building… and then he felt it!

It began deep in his groin somewhere, the telltale indication that the swirling pool was about to erupt. His balls tingled as if someone had jabbed a needle into them and he felt the scalding stream rush jet-like the distance of his thrusting cock. He roared a guttural sound and clenched his teeth in a conglomeration of pain-pleasure ecstasy.

His brain was suddenly caught in a sensation of suspended animation as his prick began an insane jerking and spewing, filling Tonya's voraciously sucking mouth with great gushes of his seething white sperm, expanding her soft cheeks unbelievably with every pressurized squirt, causing her to swallow and swallow and swallow… or choke… while he listened half-consciously to her mewling and crooning and realized that she too was experiencing her climax.

"Oh Christ, don't stop… don't stop now!" he pleaded. "Suck it, Baby! Suck it…!"

He wound his hands tighter in her short cropped hair as he rammed his convulsively spurting prick farther and farther down her throat. And never once did she falter, but went on sucking insanely as he continued to shoot his load far into the hungry depths of her mouth.

Then… as if somehow he'd endured the volcanic eruption… he grunted and gasped, finally groaned, while he spilled out the last of his semen between her lips; still, she went on sucking, but more gently now, nibbling simultaneously and drawing every last drop of the vital fluid from him.

He raised to take one last look and watch his lifeless penis grow flaccid in her mouth. Then, he dropped back and relaxed in utter exhaustion. She had lowered her face onto his thigh, but had not yet given up his now lifeless penis from her mouth, only continued to lip and tongue it reverently. Finally, she did, crawling up over him to lean down and kiss him warmly on the mouth and smearing his lips with the remnants of his own orgasm.

"You know," she said teasingly, "You were doing so good, too. What happened, Darling?" "Cyclone," he muttered.