Jeff Collins - Swinging sister

He leaned close to Sherry's ear. "Turn over!"

"What?" she gasped, not understanding his words.

"Turn over!" he repeated, chuckling silently as he pulled his cock from her cunt and grabbed her hips. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees! Face your husband while I stand by the side of the bed and fuck you, doggie!"

Sherry was hot, too hot to give a damn any more. She did what he asked, rolling over on her hands and knees, facing Don. And then, as Rico rammed up into her cunt from the rear, she realized what his warped mind wanted her to do. And she wanted to do it. Rico wanted to watch her suck her husband's cock while he fucked her cunt from behind.

Fuck it! she thought. Why not?

She took Don's limp dick in her hand and brought it up to her lips. She swallowed it completely as she felt the first orgasm hit her pussy from the battering of Rico's cock. Don's dick immediately started getting hard in her hot, wet mouth.

Weird, she thought, wild and weird. But so what? Two cocks are always better than one!

Inch by inch, Don's cock got hard enough to slither over her tongue and down into her throat. She could taste the fluid that kept dripping faster and faster from her husband's meat into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily, and opened her jaw wide to take the remainder of his prick into her throat. She could feel the sperm-tube along the underside of his cock vibrate wildly against her tongue.

At the same time, the meat in her cunt was expanding, its girth building in the head until she knew she was going to get cum from both ends.

Both the cocks were coming!

Don's prick strained in her mouth, pounding in her throat. He was groaning and grinning in his sleep, calling her name. Then she knew he was there, would come very soon. She sucked harder.

"Ohhhhh, shit, fuck, cunt, prick! My cock's on fire!" Rico hissed from behind her. "It's coming! My dick is coming! Take my juice up your cunt, you bitch, take it!"

And then both cocks were shooting, one spurting hot white cum deep into her belly, as the other shot into her throat. Sherry drank down the first spurt and sucked harder for the second from Don's cock. Her fingers tickled his balls, urging them to give up their full load into her greedy mouth. Her husband's dick was buried in her face clear up to his balls. The head throbbed and spurted its last load into her belly. She removed it and flicked the cock-head clean. Using her hands, she squeezed the last few drops of sperm from the deflating shaft, just as Rico expended the last of his jism into her ass from behind, and then pulled out.

Sherry rolled around and stood before Rico…

"Well, you son-of-a-bitch, will that hold you now?" she hissed into his darkly tanned face.

"Yeah, baby, that's good for now," he replied, shoving his dick back into his shafts and dressing. He moved toward the door, then turned and leered at her. "Let's hope we meet in the same city again some time! S'long!" And then he was gone, and Sherry was sitting on the side of the bed, weeping.

It's going to be all right, she told herself, it's going to be all right. When we get back home, I'll make sure it's all right! This won't happen again!

Nothing changed during the first year of their marriage, and, during the second year it got worse. Don joined a larger law firm and his cases got bigger and more important. Often his work took him out of town for weeks at a time. And when he was in town, he was a Friday Night Fucker.

The ritual was always the same. He would come home, drink two martinis, have dinner, work for two hours and then crawl into bed.

"It's Friday, darling."

"I know."

A little time on the tits, equal time for the ass, a finger up her cunt and Don was ready.

"I'm ready, honey. I'm hard!"

Roll over, stick it in, pump, pump.

"I'm coming, honey!"

"Good for you."

Roll off and start to snore.

Sherry started drinking, and thinking. She wished she hadn't quit flying. If she were in some far-away city, she wouldn't feel so guilty about committing adultery.

Don went out of town for a week, and Sherry started looking – mostly at the high-school kid, Bill Watson, who came every Saturday morning to mow the lawn.

But she resisted. God, she thought, that would be the pits… fucking kids!

Don missed two Fridays in a row, and then came home very late on a third. Sherry had been drinking much more than usual.

The fourth glass of Scotch was well on its way toward being emptied when she heard the muted rumble of Don's car, and still she could not find peace for her heated flesh. The vibration reaching her from the slamming of the front door almost made her scream. It was a sexual heat and yet it was not. The tingling, the excitement, the itch, were all in the same places, all gave off the same sensations, yet they seemed to be far removed from anything as physical as sex.

Don came into the bedroom on tiptoe, then relaxed when he saw that his wife wasn't asleep. He saw the bottle of liquor and the slightly glazed cast of her eyes. He frowned, but said nothing.

"You don't have to be quiet," Sherry said, her voice too loud.

"I didn't know whether you'd fallen asleep with the light on."

He sat down in a chair and removed his shoes and socks. She could see the lines of fatigue etched into the skin of his face. She could see the dark pockets beneath his eyes and she noticed the slight difficulty he had making his eyes focus. He was dead on his feet.

But Sherry didn't care.

She wanted his cock.

"It wouldn't have mattered if I were asleep," she said, her voice, lower now. "I would have wanted you to wake me up."

She pushed herself higher against the pillows and let the blanket drop to her waist. Her upper body was covered only by the diaphanous material of her nightgown. The light coming from her right side made the material completely transparent. Her tits were completely revealed to her husband and she knew it. She knew the heavy ripeness of the white globes drew his eyes and she knew her hardening nipple did not escape his notice.

Don rose from the chair, his feet bare, and stripped off his trousers and shirt. Then, clad only in his shorts, he went to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He put his hands flat on the mattress on either side of her shoulders and leaned down close to her face. It was the most romantic thing he'd done in months.

Net hands touched his arms and slid up to his shoulders to lock behind us neck. He let her pull his face even closer and just before their lips met he said, "Don't you think you've had about enough to drink for tonight?"

"Yes, darling," she breathed, searching for his mouth with her own. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and her arms were pulling down hard. His face touched her own and she found his mouth. Her lips softened and parted and she traced the outline of his closed lips with the fiery tip of her tongue.

Somehow she managed to transmit her passion and need to him. His body came down to crush her tits, and his tongue began a searching of its own. Her hands left the back of his neck and traced the muscles of his shoulders and sides. They roamed up and down his back, bumping along the ridges of his spine until they came to the elastic waistband of his shorts.

"Wait, darling," Don said urgently, pushing himself away from her. "I need a shower. I must smell like a goat."

"I don't care," Sherry whispered hotly. "I don't want to wait!"

He ignored her plea and rose from the bed. With growing horror, she saw him strip away his shorts and turn his back on her to go into the bathroom.

It'll be too late then, she cried silently. I need you now!

In desperation, she pulled the slit of her cunt open with her left hand and rammed three fingers of her right hand up her pussy.