Bill Randolph: Horny wife in bed

Pat returned her smile as she yelled and started bouncing up and down on his fat, long cock. Kitty knew her husband was getting a lewd view of her curvy ass as she slid her cunt up and down on his prick. The thought of that, coupled with the wild, glorious sensations filling her pussy, made her scream out in ecstasy.

She threw her bead back and hit the bottom of his prick hard, then rested there, sitting flat on his crotch, her greedy pussy engulfing every inch of his cockmeat. Her long hair tumbled down her satiny back and tickled his flat belly as she savored the wondrous feelings tingling her nipples and convulsing her cunt hole. Her cunt was on fire, throbbing like crazy.

Pat's cock twitched and leaped between her spasming cunt walls and Kitty panted as she creased his tight balls with feathery massages. As her own orgasm took hold and jarred her pussy and the rest of her body, Pat's come suddenly shot straight into her womb, coating the wet, hot walls of her pussy chamber and sending its searing fire straight up to her head.

As Pat grunted and groaned, Kitty shuddered and yelped as she rode his spewing cock in tight, back and forth movements. Her pussy milked his cock and sucked every drop of spunk from his balls. By the time she slumped forward between his wide-spread thighs, she was whimpering softly and loving the pleasant afterglow of her intense climax still echoing over her nerves.

As Pat's limp prick finally slipped from the clasping grip of her juicy, pulsing cunt gash, Kitty sensed that their marriage couldn't be off to a better start. They had ended their honeymoon just like they had started it and Kitty couldn't wait to find out what would happen next.

"Well, look who's back! The blushing bride!" Brad Dolan said as Kitty strolled into the office. "Baby, married life really agrees with you! You've never looked prettier."

Kitty flashed a timid smile at her forty-year old boss, then glanced at the shapely brunette sitting at the receptionist's desk, obviously enjoying Brad's brash welcoming. Kitty could feel the brunette's eyes scanning her and she shivered slightly as she wondered what things Brad had told the brunette about her.

"I see you couldn't wait to replace me," Kitty said, winking at the brunette. "Hell, Brad, I was only gone a week."

"Sugar, a week without you is a lifetime," he said, booming with laughter as he approached her and embraced her. "Come on back to the office. I'll fill you in on what all you missed."

Kitty hesitated slightly, then followed Brad down the short, narrow corridor to his private office. Strangely, her heart was pounding, and she couldn't determine if it was a sign of excitement or fear. Then, she dismissed any troubling thoughts by telling herself that if Brad stepped out of line, she would firmly remind him that she was a happily married lady. He would have to respect that, Kitty decided. After all, he hadn't wasted any time getting a cute replacement for her and Kitty battled a surprising surge of jealousy.

Brad shut the door behind them and turned to her with a casual smile. "All right, angel. Tell daddy all about it," Brad said with a lewd wink. "Is that stud really half as good a cocksman as me?"

"I don't think that's any of your business, Brad," Kitty said, mustering as much dignity as possible.

Brad gazed at her for several seconds, smirking. "Lay off the bullshit, baby," he finally said, approaching her. "I can see right through you, Kitty. You're hot for my prick. Right now your pussy is quivering and getting real wet. You can't bullshit me, honey. I've been around too long for that."

Panic tugged her guts, then raced through her. Kitty felt her knees start to shake as Brad stepped up to her. His breath bathed her face as his eyes feasted on her tits and flaring hips.

"Brad, we went over all of this before the wedding," she said, her voice breaking nervously. "I'm Mrs. Pat Willis and there's nothing you can do about that."

"Who wants to do anything about that?" he snapped as his lips curled into a lewd smile. "You're trying to change the subject, but I'm not falling for it. You want to fuck right now so bad you can taste it. I bet you even thought about me the whole time that punk was fucking you."

"Pat is no punk, Brad," she said, hating herself for the throaty rasp in her tone. "He's a damn good carpenter and he'll be a foreman by this time next year and…"

He choked off her words by suddenly grabbing her and pulling her against him, smashing his lips against hers. She tensed and tried, for a split second, to push away from his intimate grasp. Then she seemed to melt inside his embrace and she found herself sucking his tongue, pulling it deeper into her hot mouth. She felt her cunt perk and her nipples stiffen and, at that moment, Kitty knew it was pointless to fight Brad.

All of her good intentions about not cheating on Pat had suddenly evaporated. The horny sensations engulfing her body had cleared her mind of any guilty thoughts. The office seemed to spin around her as she returned Brad's hot, wet kiss.

Her arms went around his neck as he moved his hand under her skirt and found the crotch of her panties. She gasped softly as his exploring fingers traced the wet material.

"Yeah, honey," he mumbled. "You've got one hot little pussy."

Kitty felt herself wilt under his touch. His hands moved insistently around her panties before he darted a couple of fingers beneath the elastic waistband and tangled them around her wet cunt bush.

"Strip'em off, honey," he hissed, his hot breath ragged in her ear as he nibbled along the side of her neck. "I can't wait to touch your sweet little pussy."

Brad began moving her across the office to a sofa that lined the far wall. As he eased her down onto the leather cushion, he quickly bunched her skirt up around her waist. His eyes savored the luscious view of her nylon-covered crotch and her throbbing tits. His fingers started to once again tease her cunt fuzz and Kitty swooned under the magic touch.

"Oh, Brad," she squealed as he touched her hard clit. "Ooohhhh!"

She came instantly, the intensity of her orgasm shattering the last barrier to her total surrender to him. She eased back on the sofa, moaning passionately as he grabbed her hand and placed it over his crotch.

"Give my cock a good feel, baby," he hissed. "Doesn't this bring back the memories? You and me getting it on in the office, fucking our brains out and loving every minute of it?"

Kitty didn't want to think about what she was doing. The fuck-lust racing through her body told her everything she wanted to hear. Since there was no turning back, she realized she might as well enjoy Brad's prick and all it could do for her lust-smoldering body. Frantically, she tugged at his zipper and pulled it down. Without hesitation, she reached inside his fly and fished around for his cock.

"That's right, baby," he cooed. "Oh yeah, that's it. You've still got that delicate touch."

She curled her fingers around his hard, surging prick and gingerly moved her thumb over his sensitive, slick cock head. Gradually, she rubbed the end of his prick head harder, just the way Brad liked it, and thrilled as he squirmed and moaned. Her heart pounded with excitement and her cunt creamed as she pumped his rigid cock harder.

He removed her hand from his prick just long enough to jerk his pants down to his knees. Then he ordered her to play with his balls as he sat back down on the sofa beside her and slipped an arm around her shoulders.

Kitty gazed with wide eyes at his hard prick. It was thicker than Pat's and just as long. God, how she wanted to feel his prick buried inside her steamy cunt hole!

"Missed him, didn't you?" he rasped, smiling lewdly. "I knew you would, honey."

Kitty eagerly began pumping his cock again. She gazed in fascination at the whitish pre-came that oozed from his piss-slit as she squeezed her fingers around his prick shaft.