Jane Fox - The horny wives

It was lucky that George was unaware of Lydia's presence. If he had known the evil thoughts that Lydia was sending his way and the elaborate plans for getting even with him, he wouldn't have been able to enjoy his fuck with Marylou at all! But George was unaware. And enjoy was certainly what he was doing. He was busy relishing the feeling of Marylou's hot pussy. Slick, hot, tight, pulsing and clutching it was everything a pussy should be.

"Hang on, you hot-cunted bitch!" George yelled. "I'm gonna fuck your ears off!"

Marylou hung on for dear life as George jabbed his cock deep in her creaming cunt. He drove into her with short, hard jabs, almost brutal in nature, that made sweet fiery friction all the way through her whole pussy. He fucked like a trip-hammer, going deep and hard and bouncing her creamy white ass on the mattress in time to his brutal strokes. His hard, full nut-sac slapped sharply against her ass, bringing back exciting memories of her punishment. The slurping and smacking sounds of their fucking filled the air and the sound excited Marylou beyond belief.

George fucked her hard, practically knocking the breath out of her lungs, making the bed shake and the springs groan and creak loudly.

"Do it hard, George!" Marylou squealed in total abandon. "Bang me! Slam your big cock in my pussy! HARD!"

Marylou acted as if she couldn't get enough of that long, hard, slamming cock.

George slammed into her pussy with even more force and she raised up to meet his thrusts. Her ass-cheeks were raised right up off the bed and her thighs were open so wide it looked like she was in danger of splitting wide open.

"Aaaaagh!" Marylou squealed as George's thick, big cock-head butted right up against her soft womb. She felt herself spinning higher and higher toward a massive climax, her burning pussy boiling out gush after gush of steamy cream.

George was almost at the point of no return. He slipped his strong sweaty hands under her hot, quivering ass-cheeks and pulled her towards him. Then he was in the perfect position to sink his hot, hard meat deep down in her burning wet cunt. His balls slapped like firecrackers against her trembling ass, and he panted so loudly that Marylou was almost afraid he'd have a stroke or something from exertion. George was still going strong, though. He was driving like a piledriver, hard and deep. He seemed inexhaustible.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Marylou gasped.

George was fucking with such force that he knocked the breath right out of her with every lunge. But she wanted him to fuck hard. The harder he fucked her, the hotter and better the friction was between his thick, stiff cock and her horny, poking little clitty. She felt the first tremors of orgasm rip through her body.

"Aaaaaaaei!" Marylou shrieked. "Yesssssss! Make me come! Deep! Hard! Yes, oh God, yessss! Oooooooh! Yessssssssss!"

George held still, letting Marylou grind her burning pussy against his thick, hard cock. Marylou grimaced lustily as she came. Her blue eyes rolled wildly and her pink tongue darted out, licking and touching everything it could reach. Her whole body trembled in violent spasms and her pussy contracted, gripping George's hard cock like a vise, squeezing and tugging at his rod until he was forced to let go with blast after blast of hot, creamy jism, soaking her hot pussy again and again.

Both Marylou and George collapsed for a moment when everything was over, and finally George got up almost apologetically and dressed.

"I'm going over to the bar to get a drink," he said, not meeting her eyes.

The minute the door closed behind him, Lydia and Betsy rushed from the closet.

"Are you all right?" Betsy asked anxiously. "Are you hurt?" Lydia questioned.

Marylou answered slowly. "Look… Lydia… I'm sorry about all of this. I didn't really meant to…" She stopped, not knowing what to say.

Lydia put her arm around Marylou's shoulder, patting her gently. "Don't worry about it," she comforted. "It wasn't your fault at all. George is a real bastard to take advantage of you like that. We should figure out some way of making him pay for what he did!"

"Good idea!" Betsy agreed. "Let's all go over to my house and we'll think of something! Good old George is going to have a surprise coming the next lime he tries something like this!"

Betsy and Lydia were in a quandary. Marylou had gone home to try to calm herself down before Henry came home and Betsy and Lydia were left facing the problem alone. Marylou hadn't been much help anyway. All she could do was to cry and say that she was sorry. Betsy was glad that she had gone home. Now she had Lydia all alone and her devious mind was working a million miles a minute, planning out her conquest of her sexy neighbor.

"I think you'd better have a nice, tall drink," Betsy suggested and handed Lydia a tall Scotch and water, double-strong. "You've really had a rotten afternoon and you deserve to get a little drunk. Why, if I were you, I wouldn't go home at all! I'd just stay right over here and let that bastard George come looking for me. Then I don't know if I'd go home with him or not!"

Lydia giggled at Betsy's fierce expression. "It sure would serve him right!" she replied, taking a long pull at her drink and grimacing. "God, Betsy. What did you put in this drink? It tastes like straight Scotch!"

"I figured you needled it," Betsy answered soothingly. "Just go ahead and get nice and relaxed. You need to forget all about everything that happened today. Here, let me freshen up that drink."

By the time Lydia had downed three of Betsy's special drinks, she was feeling no pain at all. She was pretty happy as a matter of fact. Now the whole events of the terrible afternoon seemed like a joke and she was even able to giggle about George's escapades.

"That son of a bitch is really weird, isn't he?" she asked, referring to her unfaithful husband.

"Yes, I guess he is," Betsy replied, seeing her chance. "You know, if I were you, I'd give him a taste of his own medicine!"

"You mean I should fuck someone, right in front of him?" Lydia asked faintly. "I couldn't do that! George would kill me! You saw how he treated Marylou, didn't you?"

Betsy laughed. "No, silly, I don it mean fuck someone and make sure he sees," she replied. "I mean, you should go ahead and get some satisfaction for yourself and keep it a secret! At least you'd be happy then."

"Yes, but I don't dare fuck anyone!" Lydia wailed. "I'd be too scared that George would find out. I don't dare even let him see me with another man!"

"Fine!" Betsy replied. "Don't let him see you with another man. He's not jealous of me, is he?"

"You?" Lydia questioned, gazing at Betsy in shock. "Why, no, of course not. But what do you have to do with my getting satisfaction?"

Betsy took a deep breath. Now was the time to take the plunge. "I could satisfy you as well as any man!" she declared, slipping an arm around Lydia's shoulders. "Why don't you let me try and you can make up your own mind?"

"Oh, Betsy, I couldn't! I've never done anything like that before! I mean… I wouldn't know what to do or anything!" the flustered Lydia replied.

A crimson blush spread over her pretty face at the thought of going to bed with another woman. Then she blushed even deeper when she realized that, while her mind was turned off by the prospect of making love with Betsy, her pussy certainly wasn't turned off! A gush of creamy pussy-juice flooded her cunt and Lydia felt a warm tingle radiate out from her pulsing clitty with the very thought of making it with Betsy.

Betsy could sense Lydia's indecision. She decided to press her advantage. "Well, you don't have to make up your mind now," she said soothingly. "Why don't you just forget I said anything and try to relax? I'll even give you a little backrub to relax you if you want to take off your blouse and stretch out on my bed. There's nothing more relaxing than a nice long backrub to take all the tension out of those tight muscles of yours."