Ray Mills - Orgy wife

It made her jealous. I can fuck you as well as she can! she thought. I don't know why you have to go to her!

Suddenly she felt Jim pulling down the bedcovers. She felt his hands on her ass, under the flimsy cloth of her nightie.

"What are you doing?" she asked curtly, though she knew what he was doing and didn't object a bit.

"Admiring your beautiful ass," he said.

"Yeah," she purred. "Last time you admired it so much you fucked the slit out of it, even though I asked you to stop."

"Mmmmm, you're all wet," he murmured. "You must have been just waiting for me to come home."

"I was dreaming that Ann was licking my pussy," she said out of spite.

"Oh, I don't think she could lick it any better than I could," he said softly.

His hands on the full moans of her ass were arousing her incredibly. He dipped his fingers down, into the wet crease of her pussy, and Tracy gasped with pleasure. She was bathed in warm bliss, not paying attention to what he was doing, just enjoying it.

Suddenly she felt something icy cold and glassy slide into her cunt from behind.

"Oooooo! God, what's… that? Annhhhh!" she gasped.

Wild shivers of pleasure gripped her flesh. She lifted her head awkwardly, trying to look back over her shoulder.

"How does it feel?" Jim asked.

At first she didn't know how to answer him. But as he began fucking her with the neck of the Coke bottle, the pleasure became excruciatingly intense.

"Wonderful!" she panted.

She felt him straddle her thighs in order to fuck her more skillfully with it. The sensations in her pussy were totally new and wild. The coldness of the bottle excited her fantastically. He held it with both hands and twisted it as he plunged it into her.

"Ohhhhhnnnnn!" she moaned, tossing her head on the pillow.

She gyrated her hips, now fucking back up into the bottle as Jim drove it into her juicy cunt.

"Ohhhnnnn, God, it's wonderful!" she moaned. "Ohhnnn, fuck me, fuck me."

Jim twirled the bottle as he jammed it into her slit. He pushed it in and out of her slowly, relentlessly, making her shiver with pleasure. Tracy burrowed her face down into the pillow. Even the bizarre strangeness of being fucked by a Coke bottle couldn't prevent her from bussing out on the experience.

Her whole body dissolved in sexual tremors. She was panting uncontrollably, her ass churning back and up into the probing thing.

"Unnngghhh! Oh, God! Unnggghhh!" she groaned, feeling Jim begin to jab it into her more fiercely as he knew she was about to come.

"Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy!" she gasped.

"Are you going to come?" he asked, bending down over her back.

"Yes! Ohhhhnnn, God, yesssss! Fuck me! God, do it fast! Do it hard!"

She grabbed the pillow with both hands as if to hold on for dear life. Her writhing body jerked with fire. Jim pushed the bottle in and out of her streaming pussy at a fantastic rate. Suddenly the dam burst. A sharp orgasm wrenched her.

"Aannnggghhh!" she cried out. "Ohhnnn! Annngghhhiieee!"

Hot jolts of coming shot through her flailing body. The sharp spasms of pleasure ruptured her cunt. She gagged and panted into the pillow, feeling the climax rake her sensitive flesh.

She was still coming as she felt Jim turning her over onto her back. The Coke bottle was still embedded in her throbbing pussy as she felt him pulling her nightie off over her shoulders.

"Oh! Oh, Jimmy, keep fucking me!" she begged. "I'm still coming! I can still come! Fuck me with it, please!"

But he wasn't about to deny her the pleasure of it. Jim got about as much pleasure doing it to her as she got from receiving it. But he wanted to have her naked under him as he did it to her.

Tracy knew that he had got the idea of doing it to her this way because he had suddenly wanted to fuck her but couldn't. He had spent the evening screwing Ann Vincent. God only knew how many orgasms he had already had. He couldn't make his cock stand up again. So he had hit on the idea of the bottle, which now was giving her such excruciating pleasure.

Now with his wife totally naked under him, he returned his hands to the bottle and began fucking her with it again. Tracy nearly swooned with hot pleasure.

"Ohhhnnnn yesssss!" she moaned, arching her back.

"You like that?" he asked, rotating the neck of the bottle, drawing it along her swollen clit.

"Aannngghhh!" Tracy groaned. "Oh, God, yes! Fuck and fuck me, honey!"

She ran her fluttering fingers over her aching tits and nipples. She cupped them and he bent down with his mouth, sucking first one of her nipples and then the other. Tracy shivered with wild passion, feeling the lust shoot through her squirming body. Within minutes she began to come again, her second orgasm.

"Oh, God, I'm coming again, Jimmy!" she gasped. "Ohnnn! Aannnggghiiieeeeee!"

The climax convulsed her body. The pleasure was stupefying. Her quivering flesh pulsed with molten honey. She groaned, digging her elbows into the mattress, grinding her cunt up into the ravishing bottle in his hands.

"Jesus, more, more!" she panted. "Do it to me more! Fuck me more! Please, Jimmy, please! Fuck me with it!"

Somewhere far off a part of her could hear this crazy demented begging for more. Her voice sounded to her like that of a totally degraded and enslaved sex fiend, a fucking addict. She would die if he stopped, if he quit fucking her as he was right now, with the bottle.

She couldn't help it. She would give up fucking forever tomorrow if only it would go on and on right now. Her body was convulsed and wracked by sharp sexual spasms. Her voluptuous flesh strained and quivered, trying to climax again. She clamped the muscles of her pussy around the neck of the bottle, as if it were a cock.

She gyrated her hips in rhythm with Jim's thrusts, chanting huskily, "Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…"

And then a fresh climax would wrench her. Her beautiful naked body would clench and shudder. The honey fire poured through her with wild intensity.

"Nnneee! Ohnnn! Nnneeee!" she whinnied, twisting and writhing crazily as Jim raped her climaxing pussy.

Watching her repeated coming had the desired effect on Jim. His cock swelled and stiffened. The rigid stalk jumped between his thighs.

Tracy realized what had happened. She could feel the warmth of his big stiff prick against her leg. She wanted him to put it into her. It didn't matter that only an hour ago he had been putting it into Ann.

He had driven her into such a frenzy with the bottle that she couldn't control her craving for his cock. She wanted to feel it inside of her everywhere. She wanted to suck it. She wanted to feel it plunging into her asshole and her cunt. She wanted all of it.

But she realized all that was impossible.

"God, fuck me, Jimmy!" she gasped, touching his twitching tool with her frantic fingers. "Put it in me! Quick! Please! Fuck me with your cock!"

He withdrew the Coke bottle from her cunt and replaced it with his prick, driving it deep into her with all the power of his body.

"Ummph!" Tracy grunted as she felt it penetrate her.

The Coke bottle had been wild, but it had not sunk very deep into her pussy. She had forgotten how long her husband's cock was. It seemed to probe the very depths of her womb as he plunged it in and out of her. "Ungghhh! Ohn! Oh, God, Jimmy yes!" she chanted into his ear.

Just as it had taken him a long time to get a hard-on, it also took him a long time to come. But he fucked her fiercely, throwing her legs up into the air and ripping his cock so deeply into her flooding pussy that Tracy squealed uncontrollably.

She was coming almost immediately from the moment she felt his prick slide into her. She clung to him with her arms, pushing her throbbing breasts up into his hard chest. Her hips bucked and churned wildly, meeting his hard thrusts. She moaned and whimpered, crying out sharply when every fresh orgasm wrenched her.