Jeff Collins: Always willing wife

She lay back on the cream-colored shag rug while he zipped up. He moved slowly, his cock and his vitality both drained for flow.

Angela almost wished that she had fucked him after all, when she saw his cock disappear in his pants. But Mario would satisfy her.

"What time you gonna be home, Angie, baby?" Dom leered, eyeing her huge tits. "Maybe I'll want another little taste."

She knew that was a lie. He'd had a good come. He was done for days. "Late. Mario's gonna show me a new routine."

Dom shrugged and headed for the kitchen and his beer.

Angela smiled. Mario always had a new routine for her.

Mario was short, very dark, very sexy, and he loved to fuck. Angela knew he was fucking most of the women who came to his dance studio. But she didn't care. Angela didn't care how many other women Mario fucked. As long as he fucked her.

She walked into the studio with her eyes full of, "Let's fuck!" She hadn't even bothered to wear her leotard, or her pantyhose, for that matter. After Dom had gotten his blow job, he hadn't noticed what she wore.

Angela had a fantastic body, and she knew it. Like her eyes, her body said, "Let's fuck!"

"You are ready, aren't you?" Mario said.

"You don't know how ready, darling," Angie purred. "Let's go up to your apartment… now!"

He lived above the studio. Without waiting for his answer, Angela headed for the stairs, moving her ass as much as her skirt would allow.

Inside the room, there was no need for preliminaries. He closed and locked the door. By the time he turned, Angela had slipped the zipper on the dress and let it drop to the floor. Her nipples showed darkly through the thin material of her bra.

One hand moved toward her back to unfasten it. "Let me," Mario murmured, and caught the hand.

Her hand crawled up his arm, as his other arm went around her. She moved against him, her tits spreading across his chest, her cunt mound grinding against his rising cock.

His mouth dropped to hers in a passionate kiss. Her mouth was hot, open, full of tongue. She wormed her body against him, working her hips hard and fast and making little frantic sounds in her throat.

They were like two animals, and they both knew it. There was no pretense at love, or friendship, or the hypocrisy of "getting to know each other". The only thing that mattered for them at that, moment was the meeting of his cock and her cunt.

Angela leaned her head back, her lips at last lifting from his. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her lips were stretched across her white teeth, as if she were in pain.

"Hold me harder," she moaned, adding a purring sound in her throat and grinding her cunt harder against his dick. "What do you want tonight?"

"Everything," Mario rasped, using a free hand to undo his belt and fly.

"Me, too."

He kissed her again and felt the full warmth of her magnificent body melt against his.

His fingers found the clasp of her bra, unsnapped it, and pulled it from her shoulders. At the same time she had removed his shirt. As the bra fell away, the full firmness of her tits burst forward to meet his naked chest. Her nipples were like two hard, hot buds as they pressed against his skin.

He fumbled with her panties.

"Rip them!" she gasped.

With one pull, he shredded them and felt the wet softness of her cuntal lips rub against his groping hands.

She slid to her knees and clawed at his pants and shorts until he was naked.

She put her hands around his cock and skinned back the foreskin. His cockhead bounced in front of her eyes, cum already oozing from its tip. She put one hand at the very base of his dick and the other right next to it. She still had inches of magnificent cock left over. The blood-filled veins throbbed in the huge shaft.

"Suck it a little, baby."

"I just sucked off that asshole husband of mine. I want some meat in my cunt!"

"You'll get it," Mario laughed. "Just suck it and get it up a little harder!"

Eagerly, Angela opened her mouth and placed her lips on his cockhead. Just the tip went inside her mouth. She widened her, lips farther. Still the whole knob wouldn't enter. Mario placed his hands on the sides of her jaws and massaged them. Her mouth, fell open and his velvety knob went inside her mouth, throbbing on her tongue.

"Now suck on it, baby, and move your head like it was your cunt," he directed.

Angela hefted his heavy balls in one hand and started sucking on the knob of his big prick. Slowly she felt his hips start to move and felt the big cock slide effortlessly into her willing throat. It didn't hurt. She didn't gag. She sucked harder, loving the hardness of his giant hunk of meat as it slid over her tongue and down her throat.

Then her lips were touching her hand and she knew she had almost all of his prick inside her. She removed her hand from his cock and started, to take even more of it. She didn't mind sucking Mario's cock, because she knew there would be more – lots more – later.

Mario felt his knob expanding inside her throat, and no matter how hard he fucked her jaw, she took more.

She was some kind of woman. Angela had been the only woman he had ever been with who could handle that much of his cock in her mouth. Then her head was bobbing furiously back and forth. Her moans around his cock only added to the boiling sensation she was creating in his cum-filled balls.

"Wait," he suddenly groaned, pulling his rigid dick from her face and lifting her by the armpits. "Now you," she cried.

"The bed!"

He carried her to the bed and laid her gently on her back. Then he crawled between her upthrust legs and rocked back on his haunches to look at her. The sight of her white body writhing against the darker bedspread almost made him come without even fucking her.

"Eat me," she panted. "Jam that long tongue of yours inside my pussy and lap the hell out of me!"

Quickly, Mario dropped between her thighs and his face ground into the dampness of her pussy.

Hungrily, her cunt came up against his mouth. It was wet and eager to be lapped. His tongue stiffened and slipped between the drooling lips of her pussy, and in another second he was eating her into a violent climax.

"Suck it loud!" Angela urged as she ground her pussy against his mouth. "I want to hear you eating me!"

He kissed her clit, sucked one cuntlip into his mouth, nibbled on it till she couldn't take any more, then switched to the other.

Peeking over her belly, he watched her tits rocking back and forth on her chest while she gyrated her hips. Both nipples were tight little buds. He took them in his hands, gently massaging them with his fingertips. They felt warm to the touch and he wanted to stick them both in his mouth with her cunt.

"Yes, yes, oh, God, yesssss!" Angela wailed. "Tongue it, Mario. Tongue the cum right out of my cunt!"

She licked her dry lips. It was just about there. She felt it rising up from her toes. She was coming. Her face flushed and her heart pounded wildly in her chest. A thin layer of perspiration coated her soft skin. The bed shook and her sweet cunt-smell filled the air, drenching both their senses. Goosebumps lined the back of her arms and mushroomed on the flesh of her asscheeks.

"Suck me! Bite it hard! Yessss! Ahhhhh, stick your tongue in deeper… more, more… more! Don't stop! Aaaeeeaahhh, Gooooddd!"

She exploded sweet cunt juice into his mouth. It gushed like an outgoing tide from her palpitating pussylips.

"Hmmmm, sweet juice," Mario hummed as he sucked and swallowed the syrupy honey from her hole.

"Now, baby!" Angela wailed. "Now! Ram it in! Fuck my cunt while I'm still commminnng!"

Mario slid up her body, positioned the head of his dripping cock at the center of her slit, and rammed home.

"Oh, shit, fuck me, you bastard, screw me, you fucking bastard!" she screamed, digging her nails into his rhythmically pumping asscheeks.