Gale Roman - Swinging wife

She suspected that Bill's reluctance to talk about his wife actually indicated that he wouldn't mind having an affair with her at all, though Fran wasn't too turned on to the fact that he made no mention of being unhappily married. Then again, she thought, this might be a good thing. She had suffered through many an affair listening to how misunderstood her lovers were and it was terrible boring after a while.

Drifting off to sleep, she allowed her head to slip onto Bill's shoulder. Though her eyes were closed, she was aware of the slightly uncomfortable move Bill made over this close contact. Smiling inwardly, she took that as a good sign. If her close physical presence meant nothing to him, he wouldn't have shifted at all. She decided that Bill wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted to fuck him.

As for Bill, he glanced down at the pert, pretty face sleeping on his shoulder. He could feel his cock getting hard in his pants from the closeness of such a pretty girl and hoped that he could control himself at least till they were through with their meeting at the clients!

As they left the airport, Bill drove in the rented car they had reserved. Fran sat by the window, staring out at the city, grateful she didn't have to live here instead of New York.

"Our meeting isn't until three this afternoon," Bill said. "Why don't we go to the hotel and freshen up?"

"Good idea," Fran said. Her pants suit had gotten a bit wrinkled, and she knew the importance of being presentable. Also, it occurred to her that she might have time to sneak in a little fuck before the meeting. That would make her really dynamite in her presentation, and there was a lot about this campaign she didn't really believe.

"I see they put us on the saint floor," Bill observed as they rode up in the elevator of the hotel together.

Fran smiled. "And in rooms directly opposite," she added. She wished they had adjoining suites but opposite rooms weren't too bad, either. At least they weren't on different floors. That would really have been a drag.

They parted in the hallway, each looking at the other, trying to express their desire without being too obvious. It struck Fran that she would probably have to make the first move. Though she thought Bill fancied himself a wild swinger, he was a mere babe in the woods when it came to seduction.

"We have several hours," she said, slipping her key into the lock. "Why don't you pop by when you're cleaned up and we can have, lunch together?"

"Good idea!" Bill boomed, trying not to show the nervousness that made his limbs almost quake.

Once inside his room, Bill realized that of all the girls in the agency, he had never heard any men's room chit-chat about how good Fran was in bed. He decided she must be either very discrete, or a puritan who simply didn't fuck. That appalling idea he put out of his head instantly.

She must fuck! he thought desperately. She will fuck! he decided.

Then Bill showered and wrapped a towel around his waist. Lying on his bed, he called Fran in her room.

"Why don't you come over here and have lunch in my room," he suggested.

Fran hesitated. "I have to get dressed," she explained, standing nude talking to him on the phone.

"I could come over there," Bill offered, holding his breath.

"Give me five minutes," Fran said, and hung up the phone. She returned to her bathroom to splash cologne all over her body. While she was scenting herself deliciously up, there was a knock on her door. Hastily wrapping her body in the largest hotel towel she could find, Fran walked barefoot across the thick carpet to her door.

"Yes?" she asked. "Who is it?"

"Me, Bill," came the voice.

Fran looked around the room. Her suitcase lay open on the small rack, but she didn't want to hastily throw on her good dress now. Taking a deep breath, she opened her door.

"Come in," she said in a hurried voice. "Quick!" Bill's mouth fell open when he saw Fran's tits pushing up over the towel. He entered her room quickly and Fran hastily locked the door.

"I'll be right with you," she said, turning to go into the bathroom for her robe. But as she moved away from him, Bill reached out for her towel. With one yank he held it in his hand while his eyes beheld the sight that was Fran in all her naked splendor.

With a gasp, he dropped the towel and made a grab for her.

No sooner were his arms around her soft, warm flesh, than his mouth went directly for the nearest tit. Closing his eyes and making a moaning sound deep in his throat, he began sucking and licking her nipple.

Fran froze. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Though she would have preferred a less hurried approach, the sheer force of his passionate desire for her was an instant turn-on.

She took his head in her hands and held it to her tit. Now Bill sank to his knees, his thick cock throbbing inside his pants. Not moving his mouth away from her tit, or missing one lick with his stroking tongue, he unzipped his fly so that his cock sprang out. Then he began pushing Fran gently back towards her bed. When she felt the edge of the bed hit her behind the knees, she collapsed backwards, her spread legs forming a wide V for Bill to lie between.

Bill's mouth went to her other tit now, while his right hand squeezed the other one. He had never felt tits like hers before. Though the skin was soft and sweetly scented, her jugs were so firm and jutting, he wondered if she had had silicone treatments. Then he no longer even cared. He had both his hands an her tits now and was moving his head down lower and lower. He wanted to stick his tongue inside her cunt so much, a dull ache began in his groin. But Fran reached out for his cock and murmured: "Take your pants off, Bill. Please!"

Bill sprang to his feet, his head reeling. Within two seconds flat, his trousers lay in a wrinkled heap on the floor. Then he was on her like a shot. Feeling his prey weaken beneath him as his mouth once again took up its position on her swelling belly. He could catch a faint whiff of cunt, mixed with the delicate perfume she wore, and his desire to bury his tongue in her cunt was almost overwhelming.

"Eat me!" Fran was pleading. "Let me feel your tongue sucking up my juice!"

Her own hands fluttered desperately towards his cock. But Bill didn't want to go sixty-nine right now with ha. He wanted to be the sole giver of pleasure and control the entire situation.

As his tongue plunged between her outer labes and dug around in search of her swollen clit, Bill thought to himself how much he had mined eating pussy. But it always seemed to him that by the time he got home, he was too tired to go down on his wife. Now that his whole, face was becoming wet and sticky with cunt-juice, Bill promised himself that he would allow himself more times to indulge in such pleasures.

"Oh, that's so nice!" Fran told him, moving her hips back and forth and pumping them up and down.

Bill's head joggled with her pumping motion and he dug the fact that she was fucking his face. He gave a little cry and pushed her legs higher over her head so that his tongue could explore all her crotch with ease. Her cunt tasted so good and clean to him he almost creamed all over the sheets!

Fran could feel herself building towards climax, but she wanted to come with Bill's cock inside her. There was nothing, as far as she was concerned, like a good rattling fuck to prime her for a confrontation.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Stick your prick inside me!"

The last command was almost a muffled scream. Bill raised his head from her sopping-wet pussy to gaze at her face. She seemed to be in some sort of pain, one would think, from the distortion of her facial features. When she wondered why he had paused, her eyes opened wildly, settling on Bill's wet face.

She reached forward and grabbed him by the head. As she kissed him, she could smell and taste her own cunt.