Ray Mills - Orgy wife

Then and only then did her own needs take over. She noticed that even though he had come, his cock didn't fall down.

"God, you've sot to fuck my cunt, too!" she gasped.

Quickly she straddled his thighs with her knees and lowered her soupy pussy directly onto his cock. Her whole body shuddered with fantastic premonitions of ecstasy as she felt the long shaft ride up into her.

"Oh, Rich," she begged, "fuck me! Fuck me, too! Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, before he wilts!"

"Fat chance of that," he grinned, crushing her body against his roughly.

Tracy soon realized that he was right. His phenomenal cock – unlike her husband's – after he had come, showed no signs of losing its power. Furthermore, Rich's sexual appetite seemed to have increased rather than diminished.

His strong fingers bit into the silky flesh of her back. His mouth found her neck, her shoulders, her throbbing tits. His lips tore at her sensitive nipples.

She bounced her cunt up and down on his tall, stiff tool, shimmying her hips with wicked abandon. She squealed and whimpered with uncontrollable passion as he fucked her up and down mercilessly.

Tracy had never fucked in such an unusual position before. The novelty of it excited her even more. She held his head in both hands, feeding her aching nipples into his wild mouth, grinding her pussy down into his up-jerking cock.

"Ohhhhnnnnn, God, ohhnnnnn, God, Rich! God, it's so good! Fuck me! Ungh! God, it's so good! You fuck me so good!"

Rich seemed to get back his initial strength as he fucked her. Soon he was holding her squirming hips, jamming her wet slit down onto his upthrusting root. Finally he wrestled her down onto her back on the sofa.

"I want to fuck you hard," he whispered, panting wildly now.

"Oh! And I want you to!" Tracy moaned, raising her legs in the air.

Her pliant body wriggled and thrashed under him as he began to plow her fiercely. He speared her wet pussy again and again with his long cock, bringing cries of mad passion from her constricted throat.

"Oh! Ohnnnnnnn, God, I'm going to come, baby! Hard, hard! Ohhnnnnn, yesssssss!"

Suddenly the long thin knife of Tracy's orgasm began to cleave her in two. She felt like her body was being torn apart by the hot blinding force of her climax.

"Aaannnggghhh!" she howled. "Aanngghiieeeee! Ohgn! Oh, God yesssss! Aaannngghhiiieeeeee!"

Her body was convulsed in a hundred spasms by the intense pleasure that pulsed through her. She grabbed Rich and pumped her cunt into his cock, wanting him to come again too, if he could. But he was more interested in making her enjoy the full depths of her own orgasm. He kept fucking her until the last ounce of pleasure was squeezed out of her hotly throbbing pussy.

"Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!" she gasped as the intensity of her explosive climax finally waned. "God, Rich, if I'd only known you would fuck me that way a long time ago!"

Rich grinned. "Honey, if you'd stuck with me instead of Jim, you could've had a thousand just like that one."

Tracy gave his cock a sharp friendly pinch with her talented cunt muscles. She kissed him passionately on the mouth.

"Ummmmm," she smiled. "Does that mean I'm too late to start."

Rich could hardly believe his good fortune. "As a wise man once said," he grinned, "it's never too late."

Tracy was relieved to find that she barely had to talk with, her husband that evening. He came home late from the dinner he had attended with Ann Vincent. Tracy had already been in bed. They had merely grunted at each other. She had fallen asleep by the time he crawled into the bed. He didn't bother her.

She awoke the next morning to the sounds of him fumbling around in the kitchen, making his breakfast. She stayed in bed purposely, so that she wouldn't have to talk with him.

She didn't feel hate for him any more, not after what she had done with Rich. Although she supposed she would have to let Rich fuck her many more times before she was even with Jim. God only knew how many times he had screwed Ann before yesterday.

But thinking about it in terms of how many times either he or she fucked someone else didn't really interest her. What disturbed her most was how dramatically things had changed between them, all in the space of a single day.

Her life had been so simple and happy before in comparison to what it was now. Now it seemed hopelessly complicated and ugly to her. She couldn't help feeling a guilty twinge of hot pleasure when she recalled fucking with Rich yesterday. But she wondered if she shouldn't just call a halt to the whole thing right now, in the very beginning. Before it all got out of hand.

She was still in bed when the phone rang. It was Rich.

"I couldn't keep my mind off you after yesterday," Rich said, sounding bright and eager.

"Oh, Rich, I…" Tracy stammered, not knowing quite what to do.

Now that she actually heard his voice, the reality of what they had done yesterday came back to her, and she felt a sense of revulsion at her wickedness. Don't feel that way, she told herself. Jim did it to you first, fucking around with that slut boss of his! You don't have to feel guilty for letting Rich fuck you. Just remember how good it felt.

"Tracy, are you there?" Rich's voice was insistent. "Come on, speak up."

"I… I'm here," she said meekly. "You know, Rich, I was thinking. What we did yesterday…"

"It was great, wasn't it I haven't been able to get my mind off you."

"Yes. It was great," Tracy whispered.

She couldn't deny that, could she? She remembered having his big pulsing cock in her mouth. She remembered it erupting, sluicing her mouth with warm cum. Even that had been great. She remembered him sucking her tits while she bounced up and down on his tall prick. That had been more than great.

"Why don't I come over right now?" Rich asked. "He's left for work, hasn't he? We can have a long time together."

"I… I don't think so," Tracy murmured.

Why don't you have to go to work? she thought. Do you make it a habit to stay home and fuck other people's wives while they're off earning a living?

"What? You mean you don't think he's left for work yet?"

"No," she said softly. "I mean I don't think we should see each other any more."

"What!" Rich barked angrily. "Why not?"

"I don't know. It just makes me feel…"

She wanted to say cheap, but somehow she knew it would probably make him blow up. And it wasn't really fair, anyway. She knew he had desired her for many years, even before she had met Jim.

"It just makes me feel bad somehow," she said. "Like I'm not being fair to him."

Rich laughed. "Is he being fair to you?"

"I suppose not. But it must be harder on him. Working next to her all the time, you know."

God! Now I'm making excuses for him! she thought. It made her cunt want to accept Rich's offer. The idea flashed through her mind of inviting him to come over and fuck her brains out all day long. Anything to put Jim's affair with Ann Vincent out of her mind.

But at the same time she realized that she couldn't go to bed with Rich in the same bed where she had experienced so many sweet moments with Jim. Regardless of their present troubles, they had shared many beautiful moments in this bed. It would be almost a sacrilege to let anyone else fuck her in it.

"I want you, Tracy," Rich murmured insistently over the phone. "I want you. I want to kiss your body again. And lick your fantastic nipples, and suck your little clit. I want to make love to you the way you deserve."

His words made her body tremble. She wanted to feel him doing everything he was promising. And he knew she was close to yielding. He kept whispering sexy possibilities to her.

"Can I… come over there to your place instead of you coming over here?" she asked meekly.