Steve Golden - Always hot wife

Those were the days she would wait for her husband to return from work with a weird glint in her eye. She would scarcely let him through the front door before she was upon him, squeezing his balls in her hand, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. And most times they didn't even make it as far as the bedroom. They ended up fucking on the rug mt the hallway, too carried away with lust to get fully undressed.

Ron thought he had died and gone to heaven. It was almost too good to be true, he thought. While they'd been dating, and during the first few weeks of their marriage, Penny had been rather shy and awkward when it came to fucking. Now, suddenly, she was attacking him every second day, forcing her wet pussy at him with an energy that was a little scary. He told himself that she had just learned to love fucking because she was settling into her marriage.

And Penny was rather proud of herself. She might have had a sexual encounter with another man, but she was now devoting herself to her husband body and soul. Ron was the lucky one. All the sleazy scene in the kitchen had done was awaken her passion for her husband. She was, now giving him more fucking than he could handle. And she didn't have to think about Cal Richards any more.

These feelings lasted the better part of a week. Then Cal Richards phoned up her husband and suggested a camping trip over the weekend. There would be just he and June, Ron and Penny, and a third couple, Gary and Loraine, he said. They would leave Saturday morning and be back by Sunday night. Ron accepted enthusiastically, without even consulting Penny.

At first Penny was annoyed. She was thinking less and less of Cal as the days passed and was settling down into a domestic role more easily. But the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. It would be interesting, to say the least. And she could no doubt prove to herself once and for all that she could resist Cal. After all, she'd had several days to think things over.

By Saturday, as they drove up into the wooded hills, she was confident she could handle any situation that might arise. She laughed and joked with everyone as they set up camp, and she tried not to think of Cal's rock-hard cock each time their eyes met. He was polite and pleasant with her, and she returned the feelings. No one, least of all their spouses, could have guessed that they'd had a kinky little sex session just a few days earlier.

In late afternoon, the three men went down to the lake with a wide-bodied canoe that Gary had brought along. They told the girls they would be back in a couple of hours with fish for supper. While June and Loraine sat around and gossiped, looking bored and uncomfortable out here in the country, Penny wandered off by herself. She was much younger than the other two women and didn't really have much in common with them.

She found a secluded spot and lay down to catch some late afternoon sun, first stripping down to a tiny string bikini that barely held her colossal tits in place. Her lean body was tanned a deep bronze color, and it damn near glowed in the soft sunlight. Her tits separated in the string hammock as she lay back, the thick nipples poking up through the material like fingers.

She had barely closed her eyes when there was a rustling in the bushes and Cal Richards stepped toward her, grinning. He was sweating, as if he been running, and there was an odd look in his eyes as he gazed at her lush and lovely body. He licked his lips and stepped closer.

"Cal! Why aren't you with Ron and Gary?" she gasped. She sat up quickly and her tits rolled down and apart in the bikini top.

"I told them I didn't think that damned canoe could take three of us," he said. "I told them I was coming back to be with the girls, in case they should need me."

Penny flushed hotly. The look in his eye as he studied her brown body was unmistakable. She had a sudden urge to cover her tits with her hands, to clasp her golden thighs together modestly. She did neither and he continued to drool, as if he were seeing something he couldn't quite believe.

"What a fucking body!" he whispered, more to himself than to her. "What a gorgeous hunk of ass you are!"

He was about to drop to his knees in front of her, but at the last second she jumped up and went to lean on a thick tree trunk a few feet away. She could feel her resistance slipping away, even without him having touched her, and she wanted to make an attempt to collect her thoughts. If she didn't try to stop this whole thing before it got out of hand, her marriage might be over before it had begun!

"I knew you were a fucking sexy hunk," he went on, following her, "but this is the first time I've ever seen you in a bikini. Shit, you're even more stacked than I thought!"

She turned her back to him, breathed deeply. "I don't think you should talk to me that way. I'm your friend's wife!" she protested weakly.

"I can't help it. One look at you and my balls begin to churn!" He stroked a hand down the sleek brown curve of her back, slipped his fingers under the brief triangle of cloth covering her ass.

"Please, Cal, no!" she groaned. But she didn't move away. She hunched her shoulders and leaned heavily against the tree, her back to him.

His hand plowed deeper into her bikini panties, the middle finger separating her lush ass cheeks. He teased the puckered circle of her asshole and dug a fingertip quickly inside. He felt her shudder, then as she tried to move forward he clasped the string tassle of her bikini top with his free hand. The knot slipped easily and the top fell open, forcing her to cup both heavy tits in her arms. She began to whimper softly.

"Your bikini seems to be falling off," he leered, and suddenly he was unplugging his finger from her asshole and grasping her by her shoulders. He pulled her around to face him, forced her back against the tree. He leaned over her and pressed his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue into the back of her throat.

She moaned softly and let him do as he liked, her pussy already starting to ooze thick syrupy cunt juice. She lifted her arms to loop them around in back of him, and her lush tits wobbled to freedom, the bikini top dropping uselessly to the ground. She sucked on his tongue and molded her body to his, her nipples scratching against the fabric of his T-shirt.

"Attagiri! I knew you wanted it as bad as I do!" he panted, tearing his mouth off hers. "This camping trip was the best idea I've had in years!"

He began slobbering at her neck, then her shoulder. Then he was licking his way down one tit, pressing his lips to the warm flesh and sucking it into his mouth. Her nipple had telescoped to an inch-long stub. It was round and hard, the color of wet wood. He siphoned her nipple into his mouth and began sucking hard on it, pulling it up between his teeth and circling his tongue around its puffy surrounding circle.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Penny whimpered, running her fingers through his hair. "That feels so good! That feels so fucking good!"

He plucked at the stiff nipple for nearly a minute, running his hands up and down the curved lines of her waist and hips. Then he licked his way down into her deep cleavage and up onto the other lush tit. The second nipple was as long and swollen as the first, though it didn't yet gleam with spit, as did its twin. He slipped that nipple between his llps and began to work on it, making loud sucking sounds.

"Ohbhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she gasped, holding his head lightly against her chest. Her head rolled from side to side and, she clasped her eyes shut tensely.

Suddenly he was spitting out the second nipple, leaving it stiff and shining. He was gripping her by the waist, dropping to his knees on the ground, licking his way down her cleavage and onto her golden brown belly. His fingers hooked into the tight bikini bottom and he started hauling down the tiny triangle of cloth.