Steve Golden - Always hot wife

She gurgled, swallowing and spitting up at the same time. His cum was wriggling to her stomach like thick soup, but there was so much of it that she couldn't swallow it all at one gulp. Cum squished about between her gums and cheeks, coated her tongue and hung from the roof of her mouth. And it overflowed her lips and flowed in thick white trails down her chin.

"Ohhhhhh yeah! Feels so good! Ohhhhhh yeah!" he crooned, emptying his cock contentedly into her mouth. "Suck it all down! Eat that cum!"

Penny tried her best, but no sooner had she gulped down the first wad of jism than a second blasted free, and a third, filling her mouth and clogging her throat in seconds. She had quit gagging, but she gasped and snorted, and soon she had sucked up jism into her nose and was blasting it from her flared nostrils. White bubbles snapped above her upper lip.

"Ohhhhhh yeah! Ohhhhhh yeah!" he yelled, thrilled at the sight of her snorting cum. He loved the sight of the thick streams of silver spunk drooling from the corners of her mouth and oozing down her chin. And he decided he wanted to see more.

He pulled back just enough to free his spurting cockhead from her cum-drenched lips. Then, with the cock tip no more than two or three inches from her open, drooling mouth, he proceeded to jerk out the rest of his cum-load. He aimed the jets carefully, shooting one after the other into the gaping white hole of her mouth. He wanted to look inside and see how much cum she could hold.

"Sssppplllfff!" she gurgled, her lovely eyes wide with panic. There was so much cum! She would never be able to swallow it all!

"Keep your mouth open! I want to fill it with cum!" he said, still jerking off steadily. The spunk sprang from his prick in thick white ropes, firing straight and true into her waiting, overflowing mouth. A great wall of silver wetness had formed across her jism-soaked lips, and as each new jet spurted inside it began to drool in huge creamy globs down her chin.

Her moved forward, plunged his cock back between her lips, forced the escaping jism back onto her tongue and into her throat. Then he withdrew once more and rubbed his cockhead from side to side on her lips, smearing the jism in wide swaths across her face. The cock was still oozing cum.

"Drink it! Drink it all down!" he grunted, marveling at the way her lovely face shone with cum in the morning sunlight it Penny gulped and gasped, sucking down as much spunk as she could. But there came a time when she lost all fear and started to relish the taste of the stuff. While she still had a huge amount of cum in her mouth she started squishing it between her teeth and playing it back and forth on her tongue. Then, realizing how much it turned him on to see the cock cream ooze from her mouth; she let it seep slowly from her lips onto her face.

He groaned, daubing the silver jism back and forth across her chin. And she knew that fucking with his wife would never be the same again.

Penny knew she was living dangerously. She knew that if she kept up her current rate of sexual activity, it was only a matter of time before her husband Ron found out about it. And then there was no telling what he might do. He might forgive her. Or he might not even care. Some men were like that, she had heard. But deep down, she had a feeling he would hit the roof. She was fairly sure that if he found out about her fucking other guys, he would leave her.

The thing was she could stop. She wasn't sure that she wanted to stop. Now now, not now that she'd experienced a little sexual variety and knew how exciting it could be. If she had to give it up, if she had to stop fucking with other men, she would go crazy. She just knew it. It would mean the end of her marriage for sure, for then she would begin to resent Ron and her lack of freedom.

She spent three days fretting over it all after they returned from the camping trip. She didn't begin to perk up until the middle of the week, when she decided to get out of the house while Ron was at work and catch up on some chores that needed dealing with. The most important item was a visit to the bank. Ron had asked her to inquire about a small loan so that they could buy a new car.

To cheer herself up and get herself ready to face the world, she decided to wear some of her sexiest and most expensive clothes. She wanted to feel extra special. And of course it wouldn't hurt to try to impress a bank manager. The way she presented herself could make the difference in whether or not they got the loan.

Feeling a little wicked, and with her heart pumping, Penny brought out a special package of under things from her top drawer. Ron had bought them for her on their honeymoon, and though at first she had felt self-conscious and silly in them, she had soon come to like them. Largely because the sight of her in them caused her new husband to go into drooling tits of fuck-lust.

There was a sheer bra, made of the thinnest black silk, that had large holes cut out at its tips so that the nipples and surrounding circles of flesh would poke through brazenly. It forced her large tits in against each other and up, like two melons crammed in a sling. And it made her long nipples stick up like pointing fingers. It drove Ron wild.

Then there was the suspender belt and stockings. She'd never worn such things till that night on her honeymoon, always encasing her long lovely legs in practical pantyhose. But she had learned to like the feel of the silk stockings against her thighs and the tight belt around her waist. The stockings were black and she loved the way her lovely brown thighs were exposed at their tops. The belt was embroidered with pretty lace and had tiny red bows in several places. The slender black garters stretched elastically along her ass cheeks and upper thighs.

She studied herself in the bedroom mirror wearing nothing but this lewd and gaudy underwear and she felt a weird thrill in her pussy. She was pure sex, there was no doubt about it. One look at her and men would sink in quivering heaps, hopeless hard-on tenting up their pants. Dressed like that, she represented only one thing: cunt. She was just a cunt and ass and sultry mouth, made to give men pleasure, made to be a receptacle for gallons and gallons of steaming hot cum.

Penny suddenly had a thought, and before she put on her dress she scampered to the dressing table and began applying gobs and gobs of eye make-up and lipstick. She daubed the heavy blue eyeshadow thickly, till it gleamed like two dark bruises. Then she plastered her mouth with shiny red lip-gloss, pouting her lips and running her tongue over them till the sultry pads shone like wet fruit.

Then she went back to the mirror and practiced pouting some more. She loved the way she could make herself look like a whore while still remaining young and sweet-looking. It was an interesting contrast, and one which she knew would drive any man within a hundred yards out of his mind. She was a sexual bombshell. And she suddenly felt very good about herself. For the first time in her life, she felt confident.

She put on a print dress, smiling at the way it revealed her luscious cleavage, and skipped down to the car, full of high spirits. It was amazing what getting dressed up and applying a little make-up could do for a girl! Only hours earlier, she'd been down and depressed, fretting about her conduct on the weekend. And now here she was, feeling like a million dollars, ready to face the world and go out and get what she wanted.

Her high spirits lasted all afternoon, and she wasn't even put out when a stern-faced secretary forced her to wait half an hour before letting her in to see Mr. Crombie, the bank manager. Nothing could spoil her mood this afternoon! She just felt too good, too attractive! When Mr. Crombie finally motioned her into his office and closed the door behind her, she could tell all the extra care she'd taken was not in vain.