Bob Wallace - Hot fun wife

Afraid of what she might do, Steve climbed out and ran around the front of the car, grabbing her just as she was about to run down the path to the beach below.

"Let me go!" she cried, struggling to be free of his grip.

"No!" he shouted against the wind. He dragged her back to the car and forced her inside. He climbed in beside her, his fingers gripping her arm. "You're not going anywhere. We have to talk."

"I have nothing to say." She became sullen, staring blankly out the window, watching the darkness begin to fall over the ocean.

Steve pulled his emotions under control. "I love you. I want to start over."

"Not with a whore," she said, still staring out the window. "Go back to your girlfriend." It was out, and she was sorry. Her calm faded, and she began crying again.

Steve started to speak, but stopped. He shook his head. He had cheated on her. Business had been his mistress. It had caused the same problems another woman would have caused. He had ignored her, for how long he refused to think about. The future was all that mattered. He turned her tear-stained face to his. "Nothing matters except us, baby." He brought his mouth to hers, kissed her.

Gurgling sobs came from her throat as tears ran down her cheeks. She clung to him desperately. "The things I've done," she sobbed, her head on his shoulder.

"The past is dead." He caressed her back, brought his hand around, found one large tit. "God, do you know how long it's been?"

Monica moaned. The touch of her husband's hand sent hot shivering goose bumps up and down her spine. "Ohhhh, Steve. Too long… too long." She squirmed and pressed her tit into his hand.

"Baby," he groaned, fumbling, pulling at her buttons. "Never again. Never." He had her blouse open, warm supple tittie meat filling his hand. "So soft." The nipple, like a red-hot bullet, burned into the palm of his hand.

Monica leaned back against the front seat, both tits exposed for her husband's pleasure. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud. "How did you know where to find me?" she sighed dreamily, reveling in the firm touch of his hand.

Steve opened her blouse completely and devoured her tits with his eyes. The sight of her exquisite flesh made his cock stiffen. "Did you think I'd forget where I took your cherry?"

"Ohhhh, Steve," she murmured through a stream of tears. "You remembered." She threw herself into his arms, showering him with kisses.

Steve's hand roamed Monica's body. He massaged her hip, worked his hand down her thigh, and touched silky flesh. "Baby," he moaned. "Sweet, wonderful baby!"

Monica was out of her head. His hand was driving her wild. "Mmm, Steve. Like before. Let's do it again. Right here in the car." Saying it made her cream.

"Yeah, baby," he groaned. His fingers touched her panties. He wormed under the elastic and stroked one finger through her heated cunt gash.

Monica went into spasm. She spread her legs, found the cock-bulge in his pants and squeezed. "Nnnnn, it's so hard." She was hot and ready to start her life over again.

"Take it out, baby," he groaned, squirming on the seat. "Take out my cock."

"Let me get my panties off first," she moaned. She lifted her ass and skimmed her panties down. A hot smile crossed her lips. "I'm not as shy this time."

"Neither am I," he groaned, grabbing her hand. He rubbed her hand over his throbbing prick. "It needs your mouth."

For a second, Monica withdrew her hand. She looked at Steve, her eyes filling with tears.

"None of that," he said. "The pasts dead."

"Yes, my darling." She pulled her skirt up around her waist, presenting her blonde cunt to her husband. "I'm all wet for your cock."

"I'm all stiff for your hole."

She pulled his zipper down, fished in his pants and pulled out his prick. "Ooooo, Steve." Lovingly, she stroked his bloated cockshaft, thrilled by each throb of his prickmeat against her hot palm.

Steve's face froze in a mask of passion. "Christ, baby. I need you so damn bad." He jerked up, fucking his cock through her fist.

Monica leered at his prick. "I was too shy to suck you, remember?"

Steve groaned, looked at his beautiful wife, and feasted on her tits. His gaze dropped to her bare legs, her blonde-haired pussy. "You were even too shy to jerk me off."

"I did though," she said. "You busted my cherry too."

"I don't have to now." He grinned. He grabbed a big creamy tit in his fist. "Suck me, baby! Get me ready to cum."

"Yes, Steve." She squirmed on the front seat, dropped her face to his lap and gobbled his cock quickly into her mouth.

"Unnnn," Steve groaned, fucking into his wife's face. "Baby! Baby!" He stared down at her. He realized now he had been crazy to neglect her. "Chew it, Monica. Bite it!"

Monica devoured her husband's cock, her mouth a wet furnace of desire. She sucked, bobbed her head, chewed, blending it with a steady slashing of her tongue.

Steve's hands roamed her flesh, kneading, exploring her, enjoying her body once again as if it were the first time. "Baby! Baby!"

His fingers found her cunt. He fucked three fingers into her wet steamy cunt gash. He twisted them, gouging the cushiony walls of her overheated pussy.

Spasms racked her cunt. Sucking his cock, she humped her cunt against his fist, her spongy pussy dining on his fucking fingers.

She pulled her mouth from his prick, gasping for air. "No cherry to stop you this time." Her eyes rolled as he twisted his fingers inside her pussy. "Ooooo!"

Steve popped his fingers from her tight grasping cunt. "You ready for my cock?"

"I've been ready for ages," she panted. She scrambled up. "In the back, or up here?"

"Here, baby. You climb on top!"

"Ohhh, Steve, just like the first time." She swooned, straddling his body as he yanked his pants and shorts down.

"Now there's nothing in the way." He grabbed his prick, and guided his cock through her steamy cunt gash, his gaze glued to her melon shaped tits and large round nipples.

Monica shuddered. The head of his prick was tormenting the entrance to her pussy. She kept herself above him, tits jutting out, her body quaking. "Move you hand," she gasped. "I want it all."

Steve moved his hand away from his cock, grabbed her bare hips under her skirt. "Take it then. It's all yours."

"Oooooo!" Monica squealed, slamming her pussy down and capturing Steve's cock in one mighty gulp. "Oooo, Steve. It went in so easy." She was shivering with bliss. "Soooo easy!"

Steve groaned. Hot frothy pussy juice bathed his cock, greased it in sticky heat. "Unnn, baby. So wet… so tight."

Blue eyes blazing with fire, she stared into his face. The cock she loved was buried deep in her hole. "Ooo, my darling!" she gurgled dreamily. "Oooooo, Steve!"

Her pussy muscles grabbed his thick buried cockshaft. She rolled her hips, watched the expression on his face fill with lust. "Unn, Steve. It's wonderful."

Steve humped up, his groin whacking into Monica. He twisted his hips as she twisted hers, their groins mashing, fusing. His hands mauled her hips, then circled and cupped the cheeks of her soft yielding ass. "Unnn, baby!"

Monica wriggled in spasm. "Oh, darling. I'm creaming your prick. Creaming all over you!" She stiffened her back, slapped her large fleshy tits over his face. "Ooooo." Her body quivered. "Bite them, Steve. Chew my tits."

Steve gobbled on her jiggling globes. He snatched a nipple with his teeth and bit down.

"Oooo, Steve!" She crushed him in her fleshy tits. "Oooo. Make me cream."

Feasting on Monica's tits, he lunged up, quickening the tempo of his cunt-skewering cock. Muffled groans escaped his mouth, the sounds trapped in tittie flesh. His muscles tightened. Hard upward thrusts had Monica squealing and her tits bouncing.

"Oh, Steve… I love you!" Recklessly, she thrashed about, keeping her pussy impaled on his hard thick prick. She twisted her hips, letting his cock go as deep as possible. Spongy cunt muscles, dripping with ooze, tattooed a rhythmic beat on his cockshaft.