Ray Mills - Orgy wife

She noticed her reflection in the glass of the window. Her face was drawn and tense. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her mouth was compressed into a thin tight line. She tried to loosen up as Rich approached with the drinks, but it was difficult.

"Cheer up," he said, handing her a martini. "I'm sure everything will work out all right. You shouldn't jump to conclusions."

Tracy didn't trust herself to speak. Instead she drank off about half the martini in one gulp, feeling it warm her blood instantly. Suddenly she felt odd being alone with Rich. It also seemed almost as if she could smell the stench of sex odors left by Jim and Ann Vincent. Feeling funny, she stumbled toward the sofa. Rich caught her arm.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I don't bite."

"Oh, I know that," she half-giggled.

"You just need to relax. Come and, sit down with me on the sofa over here. Here, I'll bring the martini pitcher over."

Feeling giddy but really not caring about anything, Tracy sat down on the sofa. She kicked off her shoes. Then she drained her martini glass, which instantly filled up again as Rich stood over it with the pitcher.

She was feeling the effects of the alcohol now. She was giddy and flushed. All she wanted to do was forget everything. That fucking hypocrite, Jim, her husband! Somehow Rich had turned on soft music, which filled the room pleasantly.

Tracy began to feel drowsy, and warm. She stretched out on the sofa, lying back and feeling the tension drain out of her. She felt Rich slip a pillow under her head and smiled at him without opening her eyes. Then she drifted, drifted dreamily…

It was impossible for her to know how long she slept. When she awoke it was to the feeling of hands unbuttoning her blouse. Thinking she must be dreaming, she didn't open her eyes until she felt the clasp between the two cups of tier bra being unfastened.

Suddenly she recalled where she was! She opened her eyes with a start. Rich was crouching over, completely naked. She couldn't help noticing the hard-muscled virility of his bronze body and the stiffness of his throbbing cock. His hands were already cupping her naked tits.

"No!" she cried out. "Oh no… no!"

"Shhhhh," Rich whispered soothingly. "It's going to be okay. Just trust me, Tracy. It'll be okay."

She knew she should hop up and run screaming from the room. He hadn't even asked her if she wanted to do this! But somehow she was paralyzed by his soothing, hypnotic voice. And his clever hands on her body made her pulse with excitement.

Oh, I've got to stop him! she thought. But she was unable to move. Rich's face was filled with hot desire for her. As he lowered his mouth to her swollen nipples, she could feel her heart beat madly. She thought of Jim and Ann fucking right here, where she was lying now, just hours ago. And the thought made her enraged with jealousy and the desire for revenge!

"Ohhhhhnnnnn!" she moaned as his mouth closed over one of her nipples.

"Tracy, you're so beautiful," Rich murmured as he sucked her nipple, removing the rest of her clothes at the same time with his hands. "I've never seen such a beautiful body as yours."

"Oh, God!" she gasped, knowing she wanted him to fuck her, shocked by her own eagerness to commit adultery.

Now they were both naked. She ran her hands all over his hard lean body. Rich began to explore her body with his mouth and fingers, tenderly probing and searching. He kissed her in places where she felt she had never been kissed before, certainly not by Jim, who had fucked her more than anyone else ever, had.

At the same time she let her hands wander down to Rich's groin and grasp his thick twitching prick. She was fascinated to note that it was just about the same size as Jim's, fat and long, its shaft as rigid as an iron pipe. She wanted to feel it sliding in and out of her, driving her into mad cries of abandon.

But suddenly another idea struck her. What perfect revenge it would be! It was what Jim had always wanted. Now she would give it to Rich instead.

She began twisting her body around so that she could reach his groin with her mouth. Rich realized what she was doing and made it easier for her.

"I want to stick you," she gasped softly.

She held his large pulsing cock in her hand and swallowed dryly. It thrilled and terrified her. She had never had a cock in her mouth before. She leaned her body up so that he could sit in a comfortable position on the sofa.

Her eyes were riveted on his huge bulging cock. It rippled with engorged veins. Its massive head was bulbous and glossy. God, he's going to came in my mouth? she thought in a brief charge of panic.

But she couldn't turn back now. Rich caressed her cheek with the knuckles of one hand. Then he dropped the other hand to her tits, squeezing them and twisting the thick nipples gently. He was breathing hard, too.

"You've never done it before, have you," he whispered.

Tracy shook her head slowly. "But I want to."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. Then she opened her mouth wide and put her lips over the flaring head of his cock. She lowered her head and felt the huge thing slide past her lips and teeth and ride along her tongue toward her throat.

Rich gasped sharply. His hands closed over her cars and she sucked his cock deeply into her mouth. Rich groaned and panted. Tracy swirled her tongue around his straining prick, bathing it in warm spit. She took it all the way into her mouth, then let it out slowly, sucking hard as it withdrew.

She still wanted him to fuck her, now more than ever. Her whole trembling body cried out for it. What if he came in her mouth and then he couldn't fuck her? She would die of need!

But she had never felt anything like the hot hard prick that stabbed her throat, filling her mouth with straining rigid flesh. The thought of her own relief left her as she gobbled him. She gagged with crazy joy when he twitched his hips convulsively and fucked upward into the roof of her mouth.

An enormous feeling of power came ever her, which increased her sexual arousal. She had the key to his satisfaction in her mouth! She could manipulate him, control him, give him an orgasm or refuse to. She let his rearing cock slip out of her mouth and kissed and tongue-stroked it up and down its length. Rich groaned and panted.

My God, I never knew it could give a man so much pleasure! she thought, sucking it back into her mouth again. She realized from the familiar jerky tension of his body that he was very close to coming. But her own need to be fucked receded behind her excitement at having brought him to this pitch of sexual excitement.

Already she could taste the preliminary fluids that came before his climax. To her surprise, the taste did not sicken her. Instead it aroused her further to know that he was so close. Oh, God, you're going to come, baby! You're going to camel she keened to herself, sucking him crazily. I'm going to make you come! I'm going to drink you and swallow you! Come, baby, come!

She grasped the root of his cock with her hands, pulling the stiff pole up straight and then plunging her head up and down on it. She crammed her mouth full of it, trying with her lips to touch her fingers that were coiled in his pubic hair.

Rich stiffened and gagged on the intensity of the sensations in his prick. Panting fiercely, his strong hands forced her head down.

"Aaaoounmmphhhh!" he grunted. And before Tracy knew what was happening, her mouth was filled with hot spurting fluids. So much of it spouted out of his flexing cock that she could do nothing but swallow quickly so as not to be drowned in warm jism. And the more she gulped, the more seemed to spill into her mouth.

She drank it greedily, wondering how he could have so much. The horror she thought she would feel at swallowing cum was nonexistent. Thirstily she licked and drank his jism until no more would come out of his prick.