Ray Mills - Orgy wife

"Oh! Annn! Oh God! Annn!" she screamed, her body flipping and wriggling in the throes of a new climax.

He fucked her for ten minutes before he finally began to come himself. Tracy had four more climaxes during that time. She could feel his body stiffen urgently, and knew how close he was.

"Oh yes, baby! Oh yes!" she panted, clamping her pussy-muscles around his thrusting prick. "Come in me! Come in me, baby! Fuck me hard, hard! Come in me!"

But she didn't know whether she could withstand the wild pile-driving fury of his final assault on her. He raped her like a demon. His hands tore into her fleshy asscheeks. He buried his cock deep in her juicing channel, riding her ass up off the mattress.

He groaned and stiffened. She felt his prick erupt deep in her slit. Tracy clamped her thighs around him, pumping like crazy for her own big one. She could feel her swollen clit rubbing against the rigid edge of his spurting cock.

"Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!" she gasped as she felt it approach. "Ungh! Ooohhhnnn! Uunngghhhiiieeee!" she wailed as a final pulverizing climax ripped her in pieces.

Locked together, they rolled over sideways on the mattress as the pleasurable intensity of their orgasms throbbed through them. Finally Tracy kissed her husband's mouth. It seemed now as if all the sickness of the past weeks was behind them.

"Nice to have you back," she whispered in a sultry voice.

Jim grinned. He gave her a short sharp thrust with his still-stiff prick for good measure. "It's sure nice to be back, baby," he grinned.

When Jim got to work the next morning his cock still ached from all the fucking he had done. Three times with Ann. Then that exciting business with Tracy when he got home. It had been years since he had fucked that much in such a short time!

He was so preoccupied with all the work he had been neglecting that he barged right past his secretary without saying hello. But for Angie, apparently, that was the last straw. He was surprised a few moments later to look up from his desk and see her standing at the door.

"Hi, Angie," he said. "Sorry I forgot to say hello. Something I can do for you?"

At this she smirked and shut the office door behind her. "Maybe… and maybe not," she said mysteriously.

Jim had been so involved fucking Ann Vincent and his wife that he realized he hadn't really looked at Angie for weeks. And yet, as he had long known, she was probably more beautiful than either of the other two. In the past, in fact, he knew that he tried not to look at her much because of the temptation she provided.

But now he couldn't help looking at her as she walked slowly toward his desk. Her long rich auburn hair swished around her shoulders. Her high full breasts pushed out against the cloth of her blouse. Her round hips swiveled below tier slender waist.

Angie's full sensual lips formed a mocking pout.

"You've been a busy boy lately, haven't you?" she said sardonically.

"Uh… what do you mean by that?" Jim stuttered nervously.

"I can see the way the boss looks at you. It's almost like she remembers something. And she likes the memory."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jim said.

He went back to the papers on his desk, trying to appear busy. Yet at the same time he could feel his cock, sore though it was, swelling and pulsing. What Angie was driving at was not totally lost on him.

It became even clearer to him when she walked around the side of his desk. She stood next to him, reaching out one finger to caress his cheek.

"Somehow I can't help it," she said in a husky whisper. "I sort of feel cheated."

"I really don't know what you're talking about, Angie," Jim said nervously.

"I feel like she's getting what I've wanted all these years." Jim looked up from the papers on his desk and found that his eyes were on a level with her out thrusting tits. Her slim fingers were still caressing his jaw, his lips.

"What's that?" he said absently, his cramped prick throbbing and jumping.

Slowly Angie sank to her knees in front of his chair. Her skillful fingers had his fly unzipped before Jim even realized what she was doing.

But he couldn't help shuddering with pleasure as he felt her cool fingers dip beneath the elastic of his shorts.

She grasped his hot prick and released it from his underwear. The long stalk sprang erect instantly, aching and pulsing wildly. Angie looked at it dreamily, trapping the root of his cock in the circles formed by her thumbs.

"God, it's beautiful!" she gasped.

"I'm… glad you think so," Jim remarked, feeling foolish, also wishing there was a lock on his office door.

Immediately she began to make love to his twitching cock with her mouth. And Jim discovered that she was no amateur at it. She swirled her tongue around it, peppering the rigid shaft with tiny hot kisses. Her warm velvety wet lips closed over the throbbing head of his cock and leeched pleasure from him that was so intense that Jim was soon gagging and clenching his teeth.

"Ummmmm, does that feel good?" she whispered.

"God, yes!" he gasped.

"Ummmmmm, he's such a beautiful big monster! After all these years that I've been waiting to do this. How could you stick it in her, that bitch, and ignore me? I'm better looking that her, don't you think?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," Jim said honestly.

Angie was more beautiful than anybody, particularly at this moment. She had a way of getting almost all of his cock into her mouth, down her throat. The sensation when she did this was almost deathly intense.

Now she was unbuttoning her blouse at the same time as she sucked him. She struggled out of it, then unsnapped her bra.

"Now," she said, showing him her gorgeous high round breasts, "I'll bet my titties are better than hers, too. Right?"

Jim was in no mood to deny her anything. And when she began smothering his saliva-wet cock in her naked warm breasts, he nearly went bananas.

"Ohhhhh, you like that, don't you," she sighed.

She rubbed her breasts and nipples all over every inch of his straining prick. Jim wondered how he could hold back. He thought his cock might just erupt if she kept this up, and shoot cum all over her lovely firm boobs.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked softly. "Wouldn't you rather fuck me than her, that cold bitch cunt of a boss?"

Jim couldn't say anything. He was panting and squirming with wild sexual arousal.

"You've always wanted to fuck me, I can tell," Angie murmured, going back to sucking his cock, speaking at intervals. "But you didn't want to mix business with pleasure, I guess. And then, fucking her if she wants you to it's a good way to get ahead, I guess. God knows, I don't have anything to offer you but my body."

"Ungh!" Jim grunted as she began to massage his balls at the same time that she swirled her velvety wet tongue around the bulging head of his cock.

"Come on, Jim. Come on and get down here on the floor with me," she said, tugging him down off his chair.

"But there's no lock on the door!" he whispered.

Already Angie had kicked off her skirt. She was skimming silky red panties down her tawny thighs. She was incredibly luscious. Jim felt his cock pound and twitch fiercely. He wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world.

"Who cares?" Angie whispered back urgently. "I want you to fuck me! Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, God, do it then!" she panted.

Her fingers tore at his shirt buttons as he kicked his shoes and pants off. He got his hands on her warm twisting body. She was supple and wild in his anus, more beautiful than Ann or Tracy. He didn't know how he could have resisted her this long.

His lips found her breasts, exploring them passionately. He tongued and sucked her swollen pink nipples until Angie was panting deliriously.