Jane Fox - The horny wives

"Oh… I'm going to come! I'm almost ready! Oh!" Henry cried, feeling the cum build up to the bursting point in his long, hard shaft.

"Yes!" Betsy screamed. "I'm coming, too! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Come, Henry! Come hard!"

Henry plunged his cock into her hot pussy again and again, harder and harder, growing wilder and wilder with his every lunge. The sensations of tight cunt gave him were incredible! Her pussy worked against the shaft of his hard cock, sucking and gripping it ecstatically. His balls slammed up against her creamy ass-cheeks with every lunge and he felt the cum boil up in his hard cock. He felt her sharp fingernails scraping the skin of his back and suddenly all the sensations were just too delicious to take any more. He had to come! It was just too good to be true! He felt himself start to explode inside her hot, sucking pussy. His balls blasted between his legs and he felt suddenly weak. Then his cock jerked and shot like a burst of firecrackers. His hot, shooting cum blasted and blasted out of his dick, thrilling him beyond belief! He thought he would never stop coming. He had never come so hard or so long!

Betsy screamed as she felt his cock explode into her hungry cunt. Orgasm tore through her body like a tornado, swirling her around and around in ecstasy. She seemed to come millions of times at once, her pussy muscles squeezing and contracting around Henry's blasting cock. She could feel his hot cum jet into her, filling her aching pussy with hot fuck-juice. She heard herself crying and moaning but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. She wanted to come and come, forever and forever. Then she felt her body relax and a warm, satisfied glow spread over her hot, still-twitching pussy.

She heard Henry panting softly on tap of her and she knew that it had been just as good for him as it had been for her. She reached up and stroked his hair gently.

"How about that," she muttered softly. "Tell me that wasn't the best fuck you ever had!"

Henry laughed softly. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, gazing at her face strangely. "You know I really believed that you were Miss Mortensen? God damn! What a blast! This fantasy stuff is dynamite!"

"That's absolutely perfect!" Lydia squealed as Betsy and Marylou told her the scheme that had been cooked up. "George will be absolutely beside himself! Oh, I can hardly wait!"

"Just come over at about eight and we'll take care of everything," Betsy giggled. "We're going to have a great evening!"

"I can hardly wait to see George's face when we do it," Marylou added. "I'll bet we blow George's little ole mind!"

"It's a cinch he'll never try anything behind my back again," Lydia retorted, a huge smile breaking out on her face. "You mean Henry really thought up the whale thing?"

"You bet!" Marylou replied proudly. "Henry's turned out to be quite a swinger!"

"Don't be late," Betsy cautioned. "We'll all be waiting for you to arrive."

At precisely eight o'clock Betsy's front doorbell rang. Marylou and Henry stifled their amusement as Sam went to answer the door.

"Now remember," Betsy cautioned them, "just let Sam do all the talking."

Lydia and George entered the room. Lydia immediately went to the couch to enter into a conversation with Marylou and Henry, while George talked with Sam.

"How about a drink, George?" Sam asked courteously.

"Sure!" George replied, smiling. He had no idea that he was being set up for a totally unusual experience by his wife and his neighbors.

A half-hour later George was a bit blurry-eyed. He hadn't realized that Sam was mixing his drinks double strong. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep the room in focus, but be couldn't seem to do it. Sam had done his work well as bartender.

"Well, let's play a game," Sam said cheerfully. "I've got a new game I learned the other day at work. Who wants to be it?"

"Let George be it!" Lydia offered, right on cue. "George is really good at games, aren't you, honey?"

George shook his head, trying to clear it. "Well," he answered slowly, "I guess so…" He blinked his eyes rapidly. "Sure! I'll be it! What do I have to do?"

"Just let me put this blindfold on you, George," Sam answered. "Then see if you can guess what's going on. It's a sort of guessing game. We're going to try to stump you. You have to guess what we're doing without actually seeing us or touching anything. Do you think that'd be too hard for you?"

"Hell, no!" George replied. He knew that he was good at games. No one could put anything over on him! He wasn't born yesterday!

"Better fix his hands so he doesn't try to touch anything!" Betsy suggested, trying not to giggle.

"Good idea," Sam answered. "Here, George. Slip your hands into these handcuffs."

George laughed. "Go ahead and make it as hard as you can," he taunted. "I'm really good at games. I bet I can win, no matter what!"

Lydia quickly cuffed George's legs to the rungs of the chair while Sam took care of his hands. "Now see if you can guess what we're doing!" Lydia shouted gleefully, beginning to throw off all her clothes.

George listened carefully. All he heard were the rustling of clothes and the unzipping of zippers. His face took on a puzzled expression.

"Just listen a while longer, George," Sam instructed. "We haven't really started yet!"

Henry reached for Lydia and sucked one large, rosy-tipped tit into his mouth with a slurping noise. Lydia moaned in pleasure.

"Ooooh, Henry!" she gasped, aware of her husband's presence not more than two feet from where she was standing, locked in Henry's embrace. "OOooh!" Lydia moaned again, louder this time. Both she and Henry turned to watch George.

George had a very puzzled expression on his face. He couldn't really tell what was going on. That was Lydia's voice, he was sure. But what was she doing? He could hear slurping noises.

Henry laughed softly and bent Lydia's body back towards the soft rug. Lydia giggled. Henry whispered something in her ear and she giggled even louder. Then she spread her pretty long legs wide and winked at Henry. Henry dove forward, burying his face in Lydia's pretty pink pussy. He slurped and licked in a frenzy. He knew that George could hear him licking and sucking and he wondered what could be going through George's mind!

Lydia giggled and moaned. "Oh, Henry!" she squealed, throwing her legs up higher in the air and folding them around Henry's eager body. "Do you think George can guess what we're doing?"

"Oh, I think so," Henry replied. "All he has to do is to think of how Marylou sounded the other afternoon and he should have a pretty good hint!"

Sam couldn't stand it any more. He laughed loudly. "Is that pretty good, Henry?" he asked, casting a quick glance at George, who was squirming uncomfortably in the chair.

"Yeah," he replied. "Tastes as sweet and good as Marylou!"

"Hush, honey!" Marylou chided playfully. "You don't have to say that. Besides, I don't believe it! Let me have a little lick to see for myself!"

She dropped to the floor and pushed Henry's head out of the way, replacing it with her own. Her little pink tongue shot out and dove for Lydia's throbbing pink clitty.

"Oooooh, God! That feels good!" Lydia squealed, pushing Marylou's head down into her steaming gash. "Oooooh! Marylou! You do it just right! Mmmmmm! I love it!"

"Get this damn stuff off me!" George bellowed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He struggled ineffectually against the bonds that held him.

Sam walked over behind George and untied the blindfold. "Here, George," he said calmly, "you might as well watch. That's more than Henry got to do when you fucked Marylou!"

George blinked as Sam whisked the blindfold from his eyes. "Jesus Christ!" he hollered as he saw Marylou and Henry ravishing his wife's body on the floor.