Ray Mills - Orgy wife

Tears sprang to her eyes. She cursed herself for thinking such horrible thoughts. Determined to stop both the thoughts and the urge to make herself come, she decided to go to bed. She would lose herself in sleep in the morning everything would be okay again.

She went upstairs, got into the bed, trying not to feel lonely, and switched off the light. Her mind drifted back to the book she had been reading, to Cynthia. She wondered what it would be like to be so wanton, to do all those depraved and filthy things. Maybe she would give Jim his fervently desired blowjob when he came back.

She fell asleep and very quickly began to dream. She was in a bedroom, but it was not the same bedroom where she had fallen asleep. It was a large dark room. The bed where she lay was in a pool of light.

She could see Jim's shadow moving toward her through the darkness. Suddenly he was pressing against her, the warm angular hardness of his body both reassuring and arousing. She could feel his prick growing slowly, pointing toward her oozing cunt as he caressed her tits.

He sucked and nipped her sensitive nipples until they began to stiffen and throb excitedly. Her full breasts flushed with heat. His hand reached down and found the silken crevice between her thighs. He gently massaged the erect nub of her tingling clit with his fingertips.

Then, suddenly, he was on top of her. His body was heavy and his touch brutal, not at all like Jim. He seized her thighs roughly and yanked them apart.

Jim's tongue wandered over her unresisting body as his strong fingers brushed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He dipped his face down into her groin and she felt his tongue jabbing at her wet cuntlips. Tracy whimpered and moaned with hot pleasure.

She had a strange feeling that they were being watched, as if the room were a bizarre theater and the bed she lay on a stage. But she couldn't worry much about it, because his tongue was driving her insane with sexual passion.

It burrowed in and out of her seething cunt, fucking her clit until she was cawing with helpless lust.

Tracy's body was filled, with it, churning and writhing. She was overcome with feverish lust, with a fierce desire to be ravished, to be fucked and fucked until she couldn't see straight.

Her firm silky thighs flexed as she tilted her pussy up frantically onto the invading tongue, bucking wildly. Panting and straining, her whole body shook with pent-up sexual tension.

"Fuck me," she begged, almost sobbing with need. "Oh please, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me!"

And in a second he was on top of her again. He rammed his massive throbbing prick deep into her gluttonous pussy. Tracy cried out in pain. She had never remembered it being so big! She felt almost as if she would be torn apart by the brutal thrusting of his lust-swollen cock.

But he wouldn't stop. And she didn't really want him to. He squirmed and twisted too, jamming his gigantic cock up into her. She went wild with excitement as she felt the massive spear of flesh battering and piercing her spasming quim. A surging oceanic sweep of killing ecstasy began to lift her, higher, higher. She gave into it, yearning, her body arching frantically toward a blinding climax.

Suddenly Tracy bolted awake. Somehow the sexual excitement of her dream was so intense that she could not remain unconscious. Oh, but it can't stop! she thought. Her body was drenched with a film of sweat. Her muscles quivered with unslaked pulsing desire. It can't stop! she thought. God, I need to be fucked! Oh Jim, Jim! I need you to fuck me so bad!

Feverishly she ran her hands up and down her smooth body. She stroked her stiff aching nipples and squeezed her throbbing breasts. Her hands then roved wildly over her thighs and hits, dipping into her crotch.

With insane frenzy her hands began to manipulate her hungry pussy. Her fingers moved into the slimy wet furrow, a wedge of fingers, fucking in and out. Tracy writhed with hot passion as the sensations of fucking poured through her quivering body.

"Oh yes, God yesssss!" she moaned softly. Even though she had not masturbated for years, she remembered how to give herself what she needed. She found her erect clit with the fingers of one hand and stroked it rapidly. Her other hand played with her gushing pussy, rubbing it, then fucking it crazily.

Her need was so urgent that she fucked herself far more brutally than any man had ever done. She rammed her wedge-shaped hand deep into her wet aching pussy, raping it, nearly getting her whole fist into it.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohh God, oh God!" she moaned, panting and twisting as the erotic sensations increased.

She pulled her thighs apart to open her slavering pussy even wider, at the same time rubbing her clit so hard that she thought it might come off. Her body arched, and her probing fingers jabbed deeper and deeper into her flooding cunt.

Suddenly she felt the unmistakable shuddering feeling deep in her belly, as if she were giving birth to a climax. Her rapid hands worked furiously in her sopping-wet slit.

"Unh! Unh! Oh yes, yesssss!" she grunted, thrashing wildly on the rumpled sheet.

She gritted her teeth and clenched her whole straining body, digging her heels into the mattress, flinging her yearning cunt up into her flailing hands. And suddenly the bomb of her pent-up orgasm burst.

"Ohn! Ohhnnn! Aaauuunnngggiiieee!" she wailed, coming in fast furious spasms that shook her writhing body. "UNH! UUNNGGHHHEEEE!"

The hot thundering spasms wrenched her flipping body, shocking her with fierce pleasure. As she was only rarely able to do with Jim, she had one new orgasm right after another, coming in a stream of climaxes that left her panting and jerking as each new ecstasy raked her helpless body.

"Aaaahnnnowwnnnggg!" she howled as yet another orgasm squeezed heavenly sensations out of her quivering flesh.

Tracy's body was crazed with sexual abandon. It was so intense that it frightened her, though there was no way she could stop it. And anyway, she didn't want to. Her hips twisted and thrashed. Her throbbing pussy was a boiling volcano of sexual excitement.

I want it to go on forever! she thought. Her steaming pussy shook with ecstasy. Her body was wracked with convulsive shudders, her tits heaving and rolling, her nipples throbbing.

Writhing wantonly, she savored every tingling thrill that coursed through her. She did not stop until she knew her body could not come any more.

Gradually her passion began to subside. She was so tired she could barely drag her hands out of her cunt and let them flop beside her on the sheet. Oh God, that was good! she thought. I never knew it could be, that good!

She lay still in the silence for a few moments, now that the room was not filled with the wheeze of her own panting and moaning. Slowly she gathered her senses. She shuddered with shame and humiliation again as she realized what she had done.

But I couldn't help it! she sighed, feeling a tear slip down her cheek. I needed it. I still need it! She grabbed a pillow and held it against her tits, wishing it were the strong hard masculine body of her husband.

"Oh, Jim, I wish you'd come home," she whimpered.

Tracy felt better the next morning. God, how could I not feel better? she thought, recalling the hot pleasures of the multiple orgasms she had given herself.

She went into the bathroom to take a shower, wondering why she didn't feel guilty about it. Oh well, she thought, I just won't let myself think about it. I wouldn't want it to get to be a habit. I won't be jealous any more either, she promised herself. I know Jim loves me.

The warm water beating down on her naked body made her feel sensually aroused again. She ran her soap-slippery hands all over her firm upthrust tits and between her legs. Her cunt ached to feel a real cock in it. She could almost feel Jim's fat, stiff prick sliding up into her clasping slit.