Ray Mills - Orgy wife

"Of course!" he said eagerly. "Come right over. I'll be waiting."

When she got there she was surprised and slightly alarmed to find not one man but two waiting for her. Rich opened, the door to his apartment, ushered her in, and introduced her right off.

"Tracy, this is Cliff," grinning as if she should be pleased at this disturbing development.

"Hi," she said, shaking his hand demurely. She tried to ignore the way he was looking at her. The way they both were looking at her, in fact. They didn't even seem to care about concealing their obvious lust.

Tracy couldn't help noticing how handsome this Cliff was either. She dearly hoped that he was going to quickly excuse himself and leave. But while he was there, she didn't mind smiling flirtatiously at him. He was tanned and lean, with a rich shock of blond hair and a muscular body.

On another occasion she wouldn't mind getting it on with him instead of Rich. She even caught her eyes drifting down to his crotch now and then, as if she could guess the size of his tool. God, what kind of a girl am I becoming! she thought, embarrassed. I was never this way before this awful experience!

"Row's about a drink?" Rich offered.

"Fine," she said, sitting down on the empty sofa.

Rich disappeared into the kitchen, presumably in search of the liquor. She looked over at Cliff and caught him staring at her tits. She hadn't worn a bra today. What was the point? she had thought. Rich was just going to take it off her anyway.

She hadn't counted on meeting anyone else but Rich. Her thick plump nipples made big bumps in the cloth of her blouse.

"Rich didn't tell me you were so beautiful," Cliff said.

"Oh… thank you," Tracy said, feeling uncomfortable. "But I really wish you wouldn't stare at me that way."

"Why not?" he said as he raised his eyebrows.

"It's rude."

"You hear that?" Cliff said to Rich, who came back into the room carrying three drinks. "She says I'm rude for staring at her."

Rich handed one of the drinks to Tracy. She noticed that his eyes also swept over the protruding buds of her nipples where they showed through her blouse.

"She's right," he said to Cliff. "You'll have to forgive Cliff," he said to Tracy, "When he wants something he doesn't know how to pretend he's uninterested."

The sound of that made Tracy more nervous than ever. Even though he was handsome, she wanted Cliff to leave. But it would be just as rude of her as he had been to ask him to leave out loud. Hadn't she come over here to fuck with Rich? Then why couldn't he be the one to send his friend away? And quickly, too.

She drank the Scotch that Rich had brought her, feeling the smoky warmth bloom in her stomach. She thought it was very strange that no one said anything. Cliff still made no effort to leave. Instead the two men just stared at her.

Tracy felt embarrassed. But at the same time the whiskey and the hot relentless stares of the two men aroused and excited her. She could feel her cunt moistening and her nipples tightening, throbbing. She wished Cliff would leave so that she and Rich could fuck. The memory of yesterday's fuck and her wildly pleasurable orgasm returned to her.

Suddenly Rich was sitting next to her on the sofa. He put his arm around her. With his other hand he took her drink out of her hand and sat it on the coffee table.

"You know," he whispered seductively, "Cliff would really like to join us, if you don't mind."

As he was speaking, he nuzzled her ear and kissed her neck, sending sharp shivers up her back. His hand covered one of her tits through her blouse, his fingers pinching her nipple softly.

It was all so arousing that it almost obscured what he had said. The outrage she ordinarily would have felt came a moment too late.

"What?" she half-moaned in surprise. "Ummmmm," she sighed as his mouth found hers, his tongue slithering between her lips. "You've got to be kidding."

"No," he murmured, still kissing her. "I'm not kidding."

She opened her eyes and glanced past his cheek just in time to see Cliff unzipping his pants. He stood and pushed them down his legs. His long ropey cock fell out and began jumping and rising. Tracy watched it, fascinated. It was bigger than either Rich's or her husband's.

Suddenly she remembered where she was, and what was happening. She began squirming, trying to escape Rich's grasp. But he held her down on the sofa. A wide grin spread over his face. Her struggling only heightened his lust.

"Ohhhhnnnn no, you can't be serious!" Tracy panted, trying to squirm loose. "Let me go!"

"Tracy, honey, you should rein," Rich murmured. "You just don't realize how much fun it'll be. Think about it. You won't have to stop just because one of us comes. The other one can just take over."

In the back of her mind Tracy had to admit that the idea sounded delightful. But right now it sounded horrible! To go to bed with two men at once? One of them a total stranger? No! She wouldn't do it! It was deceitful and sick for them to expect it of her! Who did they think she was!

"Oooooohhhh let me go!" she growled at Rich, squirming wildly. "What do you think I am, a whore?"

"Oh certainly not. Certainly not," Rich said, grinning.

He was resourcefully undressing her as she struggled to get away. Her wild wriggling had loosened her blouse and hiked her skin up around her thighs. Rich got the buttons of her blouse open with little trouble. He slipped it off her shoulders and his mouth was all over her tits before she knew what was happening.

It was impossible for Tracy to ignore the sensations his lips caused on her nipples. Her breasts were very sensitive, even more so because of the mouth-mauling he had given them only yesterday. She felt an incredible hot gush of lust stream through her own body as he sucked her greedily.

At the same time she felt other hands, Cliff's, tugging at her skirt. He skimmed it quickly down and off her shaking legs. Then she felt him slide off her panties.

"Ohhhhnnnnn, please no!" she cried out. "Please no! Don't do this to me, please!"

But no matter how loudly she protested, she knew that a part of her wanted it. Wanted them to ravish her and fuck her passionately. Both of them. Wanted to feel their hard driving pricks in her, and their demanding hands and mouths all over her quivering flesh.

She only half-fought against Cliff as he forced her thighs open with his strong hands. She felt him crouching there, felt his quick breath on the inner flesh of her thighs.

"Aaanngghhhhh!" she moaned as his lips found the swollen buttery petals of her pussy. "Ah! Oh, God!"

He ate her cunt slowly and skillfully. Tracy went into a slow burn, feeling her cunt pulse with fantastic new sexual, excitement. Cliff ate her the way she had never been eaten before. He licked the slick inner walls of her slit with his long tongue, creating hot new sensations she never knew were there.

He gave her smoldering pussy a long agonizingly sweet French kiss, driving her to such heights of lust that she totally abandoned her initial reluctance. Her own wild hands fluttered over her writhing body.

She cupped her throbbing breasts, feeding them into Rich's thirsty mouth. Then her hands darted to Cliff's head, bobbing between her legs. She caressed his hair, then pulled his head to her cunt.

"God, don't let it stop!" she groaned, panting as his tongue toyed around the edges of her clit. "Don't let it stop, don't let it ever stop! Oh! Oh, God, suck me! Fuck me!"

Now that he knew her resistance was at an end, Rich quickly slid off her and undressed. Tracy arched her back, yielding totally to the undulating sensuality of her body. She moaned with unbearable pleasure as Cliff's tongue rooted in her flowing pussy.

She had never felt anything like it. His lips on her aching clit were indescribably gentle. He flicked it softly with his tongue, and she almost exploded on the spot. God, how can I be so close already? she wondered. Still, she knew that one orgasm would only be followed by more and more stupendous ones.