Bob Wallace: Hot fun wife

Jeff leered down at Monica writhing on the car, her pussy impaled on his prick. A grin eased over his handsome face. "It'll get harder, too," he groaned. He eased back, lunged forward. "You like that?"

"Unnn, yeah!" The fucking stab had her head spinning. "More, Jeff. More!"

He repeated the hard jab, his balls whacking against her flesh. The head of his prick fucked deep, skewered her soft tender cunt. Again, he pulled out, watched her face freeze, then he fucked back, enjoying the expression on her flushed face.

"Oh, Jeff… God, can you fuck!" she moaned, unable to keep from writhing on the car. "God, I wish we were in a bed." She rotated her hips, gliding her cunt along his prick, coating his cock with warm pussycream.

Jeff held firm, allowing Monica for the moment to do all the work.

Monica's hips jammed up, then her ass crashed down, thudding to the hood of the car. She twisted and churned, fucking his long thickening cock like a wildcat. "Fuck me, Jeff. Don't make me do all the work."

Jeff fucked into her squishy pussy with fast-calculated lunges. "Baby, unnn!" He released her hips and grabbed the jiggling flesh other tits. Fucking in and out of her cunt, he mangled her creamy tits in his hands.

"Ahhhhh, Jeff," she gasped. "You'll rip them off." She bucked against his fucking prick, twisted against his violent hands. "Ooo, Christ, I love it!"

Jeff fucked the full length of his bloated cock into her cunt. Her cunt muscles, spongy and hot, attacked his cockshaft. Creamy white pussy juice clung to his prickshaft, greasing it for the next plunge. He filled the garage with his groans. "Baby… you're dynamite!"

Open-mouthed and panting, Monica banged her cunt into him, getting the entire length of his prick into her hot scalding pussy. "Oh, Jeff… your cock… so stiff… hard!" Her luscious body wiggled, twisted, churned as she let herself go completely to enjoy her first fuck in months.

Jeff picked up speed. He fucked forward, meeting her. Their bodies smacked wetly into each other. "Baby… soon… cream, Monica… unnnnn!"

A low gurgling moan escaped her mouth. Orgasms, long repressed and denied, exploded deep in her cunt. Her body began to shake uncontrollably.

A host of tingling climaxes seized her body, starting in her pussy and spreading to every inch of her hot sizzling flesh. Her screams choked her throat. "I'm cumming… cumming!" Her cunt surrounded his cock in cushiony pulsations. Soft pussy muscles beat a violent rhythm on his fucking prick. "Your cock. I'm creaming it… ooooo… creaming all over it!"

Jeff's face was red with passion. His muscled arms stiffened, his hands grabbing her gyrating hips. He held tight, his fingers sinking into her soft yielding flesh. He saw that she was cumming and felt her climax on his cock as he plummeted her pussy with hard lightning-fast jabs. It blew his mind.

"I'm gonna cum, Monica. Cream your pussy!"

"Yessss!" she cried. "Cum, Jeff. Drown me in your cum!" She was out of her head, not caring about anything but the cock that was giving her the pleasure she had been denied for so long. "Cum! Cum in my pussy!"

With Jeff's next grunt and fucking jab, his balls erupted. Hot thick cum boiled over, shot through his cock and out his dilated pisser. "I'm cumming!"

"I feel it! Aghhhh!" Her cunt, sticky with juice, milked Jeff's cock wildly as he fucked in and out of her pussy. "More, Jeff. More!"

Jeff's exploding cock spewed out a jet stream of stringy jism, whitewashing her gorgeous cunthole. "You got it, baby! Here it comes!" More cum sprayed from his prick, filling her already overflowing cunt.

Monica's pussy went into erratic contractions. She felt his load – boiling hot – fill her cunt. She came jabbing up at him, wanting more, and craving all he had. She needed every drop to drown the fire raging out of control in her pussy. "I'm still… creaming! Jeff, creaming… your prick!"

Monica's foamy cunt-cream poured from her hot cunt. With each horrendous jab of Jeff's fucking prick, cum coated his cock and dripped down the crack of her jiggling ass. The fuck juices left a wet smear of sticky goo on the hood of his car. She twisted her upper body. Her tits flopped wildly, nipples swelling, ready to burst. Her sweaty flesh squeaked against the smooth finish of the car.

"Jeff! Jeff!" She reached for him, arms outstretched, nails raking the air. Her ass hammered the hood. Her plump tits quivered and shook. She garbled something then screamed shrilly. "I can't stop cumming. So much. Oooo… Christ!"

Jeff fucked her with every ounce of strength he possessed. He creamed her pussy with wad after wad of thick cum. His hips moved back and forth, driving, his cock through the soupy froth of her overflowing cunt. "Baby! Baby! Can't stop… either!" He held her hips and fucked her over and over.

Cum squirted deep, triggering more orgasms in Monica's overheated pussy. "Your cock, Jeff."

Another shrill scream filled the air. Her head rocked from side to side, blonde hair splaying out over the shiny hood. Orgasms bombarded her. She stared, watched his face turn blurry. She blinked, arched her back, her wet ass cheeks squeaking on the hood.

The hammering ache in Jeff's balls grew more painful. More cum gushed from his cock. Jizz flowed like a river. He saw her features, beautifully exquisite, contort into a lustful expression that churned up more cum from his balls. He savagely fucked her, spewing out cum, his piss-slot wide open.

Monica's hips moved vigorously. Her cunt overflowed with his sticky jizz and her own frothy pussy-cream. Her ass cheeks slapped the hood and she screamed again. Her legs shot out, quivered, then closed around his hips, holding his cock prisoner inside her pussy.

Jeff fucked away at her vulnerable cunt, keeping the same arduous pace. He felt her wet cunt teasing around his cockshaft, felt the overpowering heat of her cunt sear through his prickshaft and down into his balls. His balls emptied the last of their load as he fucked in and out of her climaxing cunt for the last time.

"You're fabulous," she gasped, releasing him as she twitched in ecstasy. "Fabulous." Her orgasms ebbed, leaving her weak and sated. Her naked flesh glistened with the sweat of her passion. Her hips, still jerking on their own, stopped, and she whimpered.

Jeff eased his prick from her pussy. His cockshaft hung limp against his thigh, coated with a white filmy froth. "You were great, Monica," he groaned, catching his breath. "Great Steve must be crazy as hell."

With her passion satisfied and the mention of her husband's name, a wave of guilt swept over her. She pulled herself up. "I wish Steve felt the same way." She eased off the car and slipped into her panties.

Jeff used the towel, wiped his cock clean and pulled his pants up, zipping them quickly. "Anytime you need a little relief, I'll be waiting." He reached for her hand.

Monica turned. "Zip me, please." She felt strange. Her head ached from the rum, and her heart ached from what she had done.

"You're all set." He took her hand. "Let's go back to the party."

"I couldn't," she said. "I couldn't." She backed away.

"Sure you can. No one will know."

"I'll know," she said. "I feel dirty." She felt. Jeff's cum in her cunt and blushed. "I have to go home."

"Suit yourself." He leaned against the workbench. "You go first. Remember, if you want me, call."

She nodded. "Don't call me, okay?"

"Sure." He watched her peek out the door. "Drive carefuly."

Monica hurried down the driveway to the street. She ran quickly to her car and climbed in, only then giving vent to her emotions. She cried, ashamed of what she had done.

Monica stirred, kicked the sheet off her naked body. Squinting, she looked at the clock. It was only ten. Automatically, she reached for Steve. "Shit," she grumbled, her hand hitting the empty side of the bed. "Shit… shit… shit… shit… shit."