Jeff Collins: Swinging sister

Sherry reveled in the gushing sounds his driving meat and his finger made as they fucked in and out, jerked back into her cunt and her asshole. They increased her lust so that the spiraling crescendo of her orgasm climbed higher, higher.

And then they were both coming, exploding, heat waves of passion surging from his cock to his brain, from her pussy to the tips of her tits and on up to her brain. She gushed hot cuntjuice down over his cock, his pubic hair, his belly, his balls and thighs as he filled her quaking, hungry cunt with his white-hot cum.

They both screeched through their climaxes, and then Sherry fell to the bed, her cunt slipping off his now-deflating meat.

She looked at the clock. It was late. She was positive that Don would be returning to their hotel room soon.

"I have to get back. Hurry, Rico, get dressed. I've got to get out of here."

"Shit, honey," Rico said poutingly, "you know me. I'm good for at least two more times tonight. Let's fuck some more!"

"No, dammit, I can't. I've got to get back."

"Fuck you!" he hissed, grabbing her arm. "I want some more!"

Sherry looked down at his deflating cock. She wanted more, too, but she knew from past experience that it would take Rico at least half an hour to get his meat up again. She couldn't wait that long.

"No! Please, Rico, we've got to go!" She shrugged away from him and started climbing into her clothes. Yes, she did want more cock… but hopefully she would get it from her husband when she got back to the hotel.

Grudgingly, Rico climbed into his clothes.

He drove her back to the hotel and was still bitching when he walked her into the lobby. He left her at the elevator, and she saw him head for the bar. Well, she thought, it was just as well.

Her pussy was already throbbing for her husband's cock as she let herself into the room.

Don was there, all right, snoring loudly. In desperation, Sherry walked to the bed and shook him roughly. He groaned, his eyes opening slightly, then closing again. He rolled away from her. She could smell the booze on his breath. Obviously he was passed out cold.

"Shit, shit, shit!" she hissed to herself as she stripped and showered. "The bastard! I should have fucked Rico the rest of the whole damn night!"

When she climbed into the bed, she again tried to rouse Don, playing and sucking with his cock. It did no good.

She lay beside him for nearly an hour, her fingers running up and down the slit of her own pussy. With her free hand she continued to massage her husband's cock, hoping against hope that it would rise and she could fuck him right in his sleep. It still did no good.

At the end of an hour, she heard a light tap on the door.

Oh, damn, she thought, as she slipped from the bed and pulled a light robe around her see through negligee. She padded to the door and opened it, forgetting to hook the chain.

Instantly, Rico's shoulder was against the door, pushing her back into the room. From his eyes, Sherry could tell he was deliriously drunk, and from the huge bulge in the front of his pants, there was no doubt about what, he wanted.

"You fool! You fucking, damn fool! What the hell are you doing in here?"

Rico leered and grabbed for her. She could smell the heavy scent of hard booze on his breath as he savagely pulled her against his body.

"I'm going to finish the fucking we started," be hissed, slurring his words.

Sherry glanced at the bed. Her husband hadn't moved. Could we? Don is out… completely out. But no, she thought, what I did tonight was vile enough without doing it right in the same room with my brand new husband!

But by that time, Rico's hands were all over her body, ripping and tearing at her soft flesh beneath the thin, diaphanous gown.

Sherry tried to push him away, but then she felt his finger ram the material of her robe and negligee into her ass. It drove her wild. She was forced to admit to herself that she wanted his cock again.

Still she slapped her legs tightly together when she felt his other hand trying to get under her negligee and reach her already-wet pussy. Yes, she wanted this handsome pilot to fuck her again, just as he had only an hour before.

"You want it, you little bitch, don't you?" Rico whispered. "You know damn well you want my cock again. And the bartender downstairs said your old man is drunker than hell. He's probably so passed out he'll never know!"

Sherry looked up into his handsome, tanned face. He was leering at her. Fuck it, she thought. Fuck Don, fuck Rico… fuck me!

She stood on tiptoe and pressed her lusty, hungry lips to Rico's mouth. Her eager tongue was doing the work now, probing into his mouth. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his open palm to her quivering tit-flesh.

She gave a satisfied gurgle when she felt him squeezing her soft boob. His other hand had now found her cunt, and his fingers were running up and down her slit.

He pressed into her warm cunt-lips so firmly that he could feel the puffed outline of them as her juice ran stickily into his palm.

"You're going to undress for me, aren't you? And then we're gonna fuck all over again, aren't we?" he murmured softly to her, his mouth nibbling at her earlobe.

Sherry stood back from him. She was shaking like a leaf, but she knew that he was right. She gave another quick look to the bed and her husband. He was soundly asleep.

Quickly, she hoisted her gown over her head, and then her negligee. In no time, she was stark naked. Rico quickly followed her lead, pushing down the zipper on his trousers and letting his aroused cock spring clear.

Sherry had made up her mind. Brazenly, she moved to the bed and lay down beside her husband, with her legs spread wide.

"Come on, you fucker, give it to me!"

Rico chuckled. It was all he could do not to laugh out loud as he lay down on Sherry's opposite side. She held him while he bent his face to her nipples and sucked her tits loudly. At the same time, his hands were busy between her thighs, working her cunt. Her thighs closed tightly about his wrist as he sent shivers of pure lust through her with the actions of his four fingers deep inside her hot pussy.

Then he maneuvered into a crouching position in front of her and pressed his mouth to her belly. Sherry opened her legs wide and gasped.

"No, don't eat me! Dammit, don't eat me… fuck me!" she hissed.

Rico leaned up and she reached between her splayed thighs to grab his hard meat and bring it down to her moist cunt.

Neither of them had noticed that Don had rolled over on his side in the bed, and was now facing towards them. His eyes were now opened, mere slits, and he was watching his bride fucking an unknown stranger right beside him.

Don Marshall knew it must be a dream, an erotic but horrid dream. This couldn't actually be happening. This couldn't be his wife, his bride of two weeks, with her arms around the neck of a handsome stranger, her hands clenched, her body swaying and fucking against the man above her. It couldn't be his Sherry, could it? It was a dream, that's all. It had to be a dream!

Don's eyes closed again. His lids were so heavy, and he felt sick. It was the sound of his wife's voice, throaty and sexy, that made him open his eyes again.

The dream was still there, right on the bed beside him.

"Now, now, damn you! Fuck me, I'm there! I'm coming… fuck me your dick clear up into my throat!"

It was Sherry's voice – Don couldn't remember a dream where the voices had sounded so real. He fought to keep his eyes open, but soon lost the fight.

Rico was chuckling as he fucked his hard meat into Sherry's willing cunt. This is wild, he thought. I've never done anything quite so kinky before. I'm actually fucking one of the most beautiful pussies in the world, right next to her husband! Suddenly, he wanted more.