Bob Wallace - Hot fun wife

"Me too," Frank roared, fucking into Monica's pussy like a crazed demon.

Lois scratched her nails over Monica's jiggling tits and laughed. She turned her creamy flesh into a series of criss-crossed lines of red.

Monica raged, twisting churning, but unable to get away from Lois' raking nails. "Bitch."

Lois stopped, fell back, and content now to watch them both cream. "Have fun."

Struggling, Monica pulled herself up. She leered down into Frank's mask of lust. "Your wife's a bitch. A whore bitch with nails." She rocked her hips, felt his prick swell inside her tight pulsating pussy.

"I know," he growled, grabbing Monica's tits in his hands. He lunged up, pulling her forward. "Cum, baby. Cream me!" He jabbed, watching her blue eyes roll into her skull.

"Soon!" Monica cried, wanting the pleasure of this fantastic fuck to last forever. "Soon!"

"Now!" he bellowed, increasing his fucking speed. His cock fucked into her pussy maniacally, her warm buttery cunt-cream greasing his cockshaft. His balls churned. "Now, baby! Cum!"

The speed, the fucking force, everything came to a head. Mouth open, eyes bulging, Monica climaxed. "I'm cumming! Cumming!"

Monica's head snapped back, blonde hair swishing across her smooth back. Spit dribbled from her mouth as she ground her clit into his hard groin. "I'm cumming, Frank. I'm cumming all over your cock."

"Yeah, baby. Yeah." His cock was caught in the stormy vat of her exploding pussy. Mauling her tits, fucking his prick into her pussy, he joined her. His balls erupted like an active volcano.

"Me too!" he shouted loud and clear. The first wad of hot thick cum sprayed from the tip of his prick. "Me too! Aghhhh!"

Lois watched, enthralled by the erotic action between her husband and their sexy blonde neighbor. She began to tremble. She gazed with sparkling green eyes, seeing the cum oozed from Monica's pussy trickle down the base of his cockshaft and coat his exploding balls. "Damn," she muttered, never failing to enjoy this fabulous sight. "Damn."

Frank and Monica waged their struggle for pleasure on the floor. Frank lunged up, and Monica squealed. Monica plunged down, and Frank groaned. Back and forth they battled, absorbing the powerful blows of the other, feeding on each other's lust and strength. Hot cum flowed from the walls of Monica's pussy. Thick globs of cum squirted from Frank's pisser. It mixed inside Monica's stormy pussy, flowing out with each slamming together of their overheated bodies.

Monica went insane. She thrashed on Frank's prick, her hips swiveling around and around. "I'm creaming. Ohhh, Frank. Hard! Faster!"

Frank obliged his screaming neighbor. Hard powerful fuck-strokes had Monica shaking, her tits bouncing, her head jerking. He pulled her tits and made her scream.

Monica fell forward, arms stiff, drool coming from her panting mouth. "I'm still cumming, Frank. God, I'm never going to stop!" She rocked her hips, bucked back and forth and milked his spurting cock with her greedy cunt muscles.

Frank growled like an enraged bear. With his ass thumping on the floor, his cock gouging out her cunt juice emptied his balls. "Baby! Aghhhhh!" A thick squirting load flooded her cunt hole and gushed from her pussy, burning a path down his empty balls.

Monica's arms collapsed. She crushed Frank in her soft tittie flesh, almost suffocating him.

Frank gasped and twisted his head, breathing laboriously. He rolled, taking the still climaxing blonde with him. "You're dynamite, baby," he said, winding up on top. "Just like Lois." He fucked his spent cock one last time into her tight pussy and stopped.

Monica's body twitched, then writhed to a halt. She shivered, gasping air into her tired lungs. "Oh, Frank. I don't believe how great it was." She looked at Lois. "He's fantastic."

"I told you," Lois bragged. "A regular stud."

Frank rolled off. He smiled at his wife. "How about you making me some lunch? I worked up one helluva appetite." He stood, his prick still thick, but limp against his thickset thigh.

"Whatever you want, master," Lois giggled. She pulled herself up and slapped him playfully, on the ass. "Then you can fuck me."

"I don't know if I can," he said as he dressed. "Monica wiped me out."

"Nobody can wipe you out," Lois said. She looked at Monica, who was still on the floor. "Anytime you want to party again, give me a call. We're always ready."

Monica, numb, watched them both, marveling at how easy they took fucking. "I'll keep that in mind." She wondered, as the horny couple left, if she and Steve could ever live like that. She shook her head, knowing it wasn't possible. When the door slammed closed, she hauled herself up and staggered upstairs to clean up. She was still determined to get even with Steve. Neglect and jealousy had warped her mind.

Monica stepped outside. The afternoon sun felt good against her bare legs. Her blue eyes sparkled with lust as a sneer crossed her face. Images of Steve in the arms of his secretary raced through her mind. It salved her conscience for her own fuck sessions.

"He's probably got more than one bitch on the side," she said. She headed down the treelined street. Long sexy strides had her hips swinging provocatively. Her tits, free under the skimpy halter that barely covered them, bounced erotically.

She reached the corner. Her eyes widened. A city truck was halfway down the street. "Hey," she shouted. "Don't go."

The driver, hearing her voice, glanced in his rearview mirror, spotted Monica hurrying down the street. "Jesus, will you get a look at that?"

His buddy turned in the seat and looked out the window. A low whistle came out of his mouth. "What a fantastic looking bitch."

Monica stopped at the truck, caught her breath. "I thought you guys didn't work on Saturday."

"Usually we don't," the man on the passenger side said as he ogled Monica's gorgeous body. "We had a special pickup at the Mayor's house."

Monica felt the handsome man's gaze on her. She looked in the truck, spotted the driver and smiled. "Would you two good-looking guys be able to help a poor helpless woman?" She pouted, her blue eyes dancing with devilment.

The driver leaned forward, his eyes bugging out. He licked his lips, wishing his mouth was feasting on her bulging tits. "We got all day, beautiful. What can we do for you?"

"I got some things that have to be carted away. I was going to call about it on Monday, but…" She gave them a big sexy smile. "Maybe you could take them away today?"

"Sure," the workman on the passenger side said. "I'm Griff." He opened the door and climbed out. "Hop in, and we'll drive you home."

Monica shivered with anticipation. "Ewww, thank you," she purred, sliding across the seat. She pressed against the driver as Griff climbed back in and closed the door. "Cozy, huh?"

Gruff felt the pressure of her thigh against his leg. Her perfume filled his head, and a tremor rumbled through his balls. "Real cozy," he said, draping his arm over the back of the seat.

"I'm Carl," the beefy driver said as he pulled away. "Where do you live?"

"Right around the corner." She was excited. Two men. Top, that, Steve, she said to herself. The presence of both men, and what she was sure they were thinking had her pussy bubbling with desire.

Carl pulled the truck up in front of Monica's house. "Here we are." He cut the motor, saw the trash in the driveway. "Doesn't look like much."

Griff opened the door and climbed out. "Give me your hand. I'll help you down."

"Thank you," Monica sighed. She eased out of the truck, tripped on purpose, and fell into Griff's arms. "Oooooo!" she squealed, making sure she rubbed her body against him. For a brief moment she lingered in his arms, delighting him with the softness of her body.