Don Scott: The hottest wife

I bounced up-and-down on Tim's rigid cock, taking it up my snatch until our hips ground together. He blew his nuts quickly, just as I suspected he would, filling my belly with his pungent juices.

Tim grabbed my bouncing tits as he shot cum into my fuck hole, arching his back to maintain maximum insertion of cock in cunt. Neither of us said a word, afraid that his fraternity brothers would hear our frenzied, lustful screams.

And when Tim's heavy balls stopped erupting, when all his lusty spunk was in my twat, I lay down on him, kissing his neck. I worked my cunt muscles on his shaft, trying to milk him dry.

"Sweet, adorable, precious brother," I whispered, licking his ear. "We're going to be fucking each other for the rest of our lives. I love Jeff, but I hate the boring way he fucks."

"Your pussy is hotter than I ever imagined it would be," Tim said, stroking my hair with one hand and squeezing my ass with the other as his cock dwindled in size in my twat. "I want to fuck you every night. Sometimes I jerk off looking at the picture you gave me."

"We'll take some nudes of me. I'll suck one of your friends and you can take the pictures, or something."

"Yes, yes, yes," Tim said softly, moving his cock gingerly through my pussylips. "That way, even when you're not here I can pretend that it's you sucking my cock. I can shoot my nuts while looking at your smooth body."

When I got off Tim, I stood across the room and let him look at my body, as he asked. He just kept shaking his head slowly, stunned that I had so brazenly asked him to fuck me and even more amazed that I would want to fuck him again.

On the way home I thought of Jeff and of our lives together. I couldn't divorce Jeff. I didn't even want to. He would fuck me later. I would pretend to cum, just as I do every Saturday night. I would fuck Jeff every Saturday night for the rest of my life, but I would never again go frustrated. Never again would I feel the agonizing pain of needing a cock to suck on or have plowing in my cunt and feel that I had no way out. I would live with Jeff as his wife, but I would also be my own woman. When he wanted to fuck me, I would be there.

When I wanted a hard, lusty prick, I'd go find it wherever I could.