Ray Mills - Orgy wife

"Aaannnnnnn!" Ann gasped, her body stiffening. "Oh, God, yes!" she panted.

Tracy explored the wet furrow with her fingers, sliding two of them up into Ann's crack while she continued to flick the nub of Ann's distended clit with her tongue. The sensations drove Ann crazy with lust.

"Oh, God!" she gasped, her hips jerking frenziedly. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me hard! Eat me, suck me! Make me come!"

Her words excited Tracy. She jabbed her tongue deep into Ann's wet cunt repeatedly. Meanwhile her fingers, greased with Ann's pussy juices, slipped down between the girl's firm jouncy asscheeks.

With her forefinger she tickled the ring of Ann's asshole, just to see how the woman would react. Ann's whole squirming body clenched sharply as she realized what Tracy was suggesting.

"Yesssss!" she hissed softly. "Do it, do it!" Slowly Tracy worked her finger into Ann's tight rectum. Ann whinnied with pleasure as Tracy's finger slid into her ass.

"Unnneeeee!" she squealed bucking her hips wildly now.

Tracy was overcome with sexual excitement. With her free hand she began digging again in her own flowing, pussy, rubbing her clit frantically. God, I've never felt anything like this! she thought. I love eating her! I love it!

She buried her face in Ann's streaming cunt, sucking and tonguing it with crazy lust and passion. I just want to eat you and eat you, and fuck you and fuck you! she thought crazily. She began fucking Ann's asshole vigorously with her finger. Soon it loosened enough for her to insert another finger.

She fucked Ann mercilessly with, both fingers, watching the smile of contorted pleasure that spread across the girl's face. Ann's hands flew frantically over her jouncing tits, pinching and twisting her own stiff nipples.

"Unh! Unngghhh!" she grunted as Tracy fucked her closer and closer to a climax.

Oh come, baby, come, come! Tracy thought. She closed her lips over Ann's wildly swollen clit and sucked passionately. Suddenly Ann's body arched and stiffened. Her taut muscles began to quake spasmodically.

Tracy jammed the thumb of the hand that was embedded in Ann's ass into her wet pussy.

She shook the girl's whole crotch sharply, sucking Ann's clit fiercely at the same time. And suddenly Ann was wrenched by an orgasm that tore the cries out of her throat.

"Aanngghhiieeeee!" she screamed, her body flipping out of control. "Oh! Ohhnnnggggiieeeee! Aannngghhiieeeeeee!"

By masturbating while she ate Ann's pussy, Tracy had maintained her own plateau. Now, as Ann's orgasm subsided, she squirmed around so that her thighs were parted over Ann's face. She lowered her dripping cunt down to Ann's welcoming mouth and felt shivers course down and up her spine as Ann's tongue slid into her hot crease.

Again she slipped her tongue into Ann's slit. Now they were both on the same level. The sixty-nine position was perfect for them as they softly and patiently licked and sucked one another into climax after climax.

Before the night was over, Tracy had climaxed more times than she had ever done before in a single session. And Ann Vincent claimed to have done so too. Exhausted, they slept a few hours in each other's arms. But when they awoke in the morning, they hungered again for more fucking. Tracy had four more orgasms before breakfast, and three more afterward. The only thing that stopped them was the fact that Ann had to go to the office for an appointment.

It seemed like she had hardly spoken to Jim for weeks. They each managed to move around the house without giving one another the opportunity for conversation. Instead they grunted questions or replies, ate and cleaned up mechanically.

Even though they slept in the same bed, they retired at different times so that the necessity for sex would not arise. Jim often came home late. Tracy knew he had been fucking Ann Vincent. But she herself managed to arrange a fuck with Ann at least twice a week. And on the other days she saw either Rich or Cliff.

So she was not exactly dying of neglect. It was a mark of how she had changed that she was amused by it, instead of scandalized. The Ann Vincent part, was especially titillating. Here she and her husband were fucking the same woman. The only thing that made her pout a little was that Ann was getting double the fun out of it.

One night she was lying in bed, feeling warm and drowsy but unable to sleep, when she heard Jim coming in the front door. She had been thinking of that afternoon, which she had spent with Cliff. He had fucked her silly with his gigantic cock. She smiled and tingled all over just at the memory of that huge pile-driver ramming in and out of her juicy cunt.

Even though she had been completely satisfied that afternoon, thinking about it had aroused her again, making it impossible to sleep. Her body was warm and alive, her cunt oozing, her nipples tight and tingly. She tried to feign sleep as Jim came into the bedroom, but it wasn't easy.

She kept trying to remember when they had last fucked. Was it that time he fucked me in the ass? she wondered.

She heard his shoes drop as he flung them into the closet. Then suddenly he was speaking to her.

"Are you awake? Tracy?" he asked softly.

"Ummmmmm," she groaned drowsily.

She felt the mattress sink as he sat down next to her on the bed. He shook her shoulders gently.

"Why don't you wake up a minute so we can talk," he said.

"What do you want to talk about?" she mumbled, refusing to lift her head from the pillow.

"How about you and Ann, for starters?" he said.

Tracy felt a horrible feeling grip her stomach. He knows! she thought. But then sooner or later he had to find out. She knew that. Curiously enough, his voice didn't sound angry.

She turned her head toward him reluctantly and struggled up on her elbow. She saw his eyes dart quickly to her tits, which were clearly visible through her sheer nightie. Sex fiend! she thought. He comes home from fucking Ann's ears off but then can't take his eyes off my titties.

"How about you and Ann?" she replied.

Jim looked sheepish. He stood up from the bed just as quickly as he had sat down.

"I'm thirsty," he said. "I'm going to get myself a Coke. Want one?"

"No thanks," Tracy said.

He went to the kitchen and returned a moment later with a frosty bottle of Coke in one hand. Again he sat beside her on the bed. Again he looked at her breasts as if he would like to devour them.

"I wish you wouldn't look at me like that after you've come home from fucking her," Tracy said.

"It seems that you know a little about fucking her yourself," Jim said.

Tracy shook her thick brown hair contemptuously. "That was purely an accident," she said. "I went there to ask her to stop seeing you. She gave me something to drink, and before we knew it…"

"Ann told me the rest," Jim said.

"Then I guess there's nothing else to say, is there."

Tracy put her head back down on the pillow and acted as if she were going back to sleep. But she was still not able to. The thought that she had not fucked with her husband for weeks disturbed her. All this other fucking that both of them were doing was sick. If they only had each other, if their relationship could only be like it had been before all this sickness, then things would be better.

Remembering her afternoon's fuck with Cliff had already got her excited. Now the thought of Jim fucking Ann excited her even more. And if she and Jim could now fuck, that would just about polish off the day. Oh, he probably won't even be able to get it up after fucking Ann all evening! she thought with disgust.

She opened one eye slyly and saw him emptying the Coke bottle. He had drunk it very fast. He must've been thirsty! she thought. She could see him and Ann Vincent in the throes of a torrid fuck, screwing so furiously that they became dehydrated.