Ray Mills - Orgy wife

Tracy herself felt exhausted and plundered. On the other hand, she had to admit that she had never known physical pleasure could be so intense.

"Ummmmmm," she grinned, kissing Rich. "Thank you. Thank you for forcing me to do this. You know I wouldn't have done it otherwise."

"It was our pleasure, baby," he murmured, grinning back.

"Ummmmm, and thank you, too," she said, turning her head and seeking Cliff's mouth with her own.

She wiggled her ass on his still half-erect prick as they kissed. And she was surprised to find that even after that stupefying climax, her body was ready for more. And it was a good thing too, because they weren't finished with her.

Both of them withdrew their cocks from her groin only to offer them to her mouth. And Tracy sucked them long and skillfully. During the afternoon they fucked her again repeatedly, both individually and together. And by the time five o'clock arrived, Tracy felt she would never need to be fucked again.

A lifetime of fucking in one afternoon! she thought. Nothing could surpass this. But my God, what's come over me? I've gone from a faithful housewife to a nymphomaniac adulteress in only two days.

For days afterward Tracy couldn't help recalling the hot passionate afternoon of fucking with two men at once. Just thinking of it made her body quicken and throb with excitement. And guilt. It was both the height of sexual pleasure and the depth of degradation.

She and Jim were more estranged than ever. They barely spoke, let alone make love. And that, coupled with her own guilt, made Tracy realize that the only way to wipe out this whole business was to go right to the root of it. Ann Vincent.

It had been her jealousy of Ann Vincent that had started the whole damn thing. And once she had discovered that her husband actually was making it with Ann, despite his denials, she herself had felt justified to do anything to get back at him.

And that had led to the afternoon during which she had let Rich and Cliff fuck her in every imaginable way. She could almost still feel their swollen cocks rooting roughly in her rectum and her, pussy. She could feel warm dollops of their cum splattering her tits and belly as they fucked her repeatedly with wild abandon.

But you wouldn't live your life that way, she understood. How many afternoons like that could a girl take? She really wanted to make up with Jim, to heal the breach between them. She wanted him to give up Ann, and she would give up future orgies of the sort she had gone through with Rich and Cliff.

She finally decided resolutely that the only way to accomplish that was to confront Ann Vincent herself. She would ask Ann to relinquish Jim, to end the affair with him. It would not only be in the interests of her own marriage, but also of Ann's business. She would point out that the longer Ann's and Jim's affair went on, the more it would breed dissension among their fellow workers, the other employees of the firm.

So one night when she knew that Jim had gone to a basketball game with another friend, she got in the car and drove to Ann Vincent's apartment house. It was one of those elegant, expensive places on the north side. It had a fountain out in front and a doorman who didn't want to let her in until she said she was Jim Sommers' wife.

He told this to Ann Vincent through the intercom. She seemed surprised but said to send Tracy on up. Ann lived in the penthouse. It seemed to Tracy that the elevator took forever to get there.

When she finally reached the top floor, she was herself surprised to see Ann Vincent lounging in the open doorway of her elegant apartment. She was smoking a cigarette and holding a drink. She had a superior smirk on her face.

But most surprising to Tracy was what she wore. Or rather what she didn't wear. For Ann Vincent had on only a sheer peach-colored babydoll nightie. Her stunning long creamy bare legs were completely naked. Her full jutting tits pushed up the gauzy fabric, and the dark circles of her plump nipples were clearly visible through the thin mesh.

"Hi," she said somewhat sarcastically, Tracy thought, if that was possible. "Tracy, isn't it? Jim's wife?"

Tracy nodded. "I… I'd like to talk with you about something."

Ann smirked again as if it was no secret to her what Tracy wanted to talk about. She beckoned Tracy to come inside. Tracy followed her into the apartment, shutting the door quietly behind her.

She tried to keep herself from staring at the naked or nearly naked parts of Ann Vincent's body, but it was difficult. She could see why Jim had wanted her. Ann was extremely beautiful. Tracy didn't know why she was so drawn to her. She guessed it must be all the fucking of the last couple of days. Maybe it had sexualized her, made her hyper-sensitive to bodies or something.

"Can I get you a drink?" Ann said.

"Oh… just whatever you're having," Tracy stammered.

Ann went to the bar and poured a martini for Tracy from a tall frosty pitcher. She walked over and handed the glass to Tracy, her eyes carefully taking note as Tracy couldn't help looking at her body again.

"Let me guess," she said. "You want to talk about Jim."

Tracy nodded.

"How did you find out about us?"

"Just a lucky guess, I suppose," Tracy murmured. "After all, you two spend so much time together."

Ann smiled, remembering. "Your husband is very hard to resist," she said.

She sat down on the sofa across from where Tracy was sitting. She crossed her shapely bare legs. The babydoll nightie traveled up around her hips. Tracy couldn't help staring at the pinkish slit of her hair-fringed cunt.

God, what am I doing! she thought, looking away with embarrassment.

"You don't have to be upset," Ann said boldly. "I don't mind you looking if you want to."

What does she mean by that? Tracy thought. "I wasn't looking at anything," she said.

"Of course you were," Ann said calmly. "You were looking at my cunt."

"No I wasn't!"

"Don't be nervous, Tracy," Ann purred. "I won't tell anybody."

Suddenly she uncrossed her legs and spread her thighs. She ran her hands down into her groin, rubbing herself, parting the lips of her pussy. Tracy could see the wet glistening inner folds. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman's cunt.

God, what's happening to me! she thought. I've never done anything like this in my life!

"You know," Ann said suggestively, "I can think of a great way to make you forget what Jim and I did."

She got up and came over to Tracy. She caressed Tracy's cheek with one finger. Tracy felt the excited blood pound behind her ears. My God, on top of fucking with Jim, she's a lesbian, too! she thought. She pulled away from Ann sharply.

"I'm not like that!" she said. "Don't touch me!"

"You can't deny that you were interested. I saw you looking at my body."

"No!" Tracy said, not knowing what else to say.

"Maybe you'd like to see it better," Ann said, smiling.

She pulled the babydoll nightie off over her head and flung it across the room. Now she was totally naked, standing in front of Tracy. She posed seductively, showing off her gorgeous, shapely body.

Even though she was scandalized by what was happening, Tracy couldn't take her eyes off the woman. Ann's full upswept tits were amazingly round and firm. Her brownish nipples were thick and swollen, the centers long and pointed. Her stomach was sleek and silky, her waist narrow, her hips flaring.

"I… I think I'd better leave," Tracy said self-consciously, stumbling to her feet.

But Ann didn't budge one inch. Consequently her tits brushed Tracy's blouse, and her mouth was only inches from Tracy's lips.

"I don't see why you can't give in to your feelings," Ann whispered. "You look at my body like you wish you could eat me alive."