Gale Roman - Swinging wife

Sally's legs began swinging slowly back and forth between Ziggy. "You sure have a knack for making a woman feel good," she told him, lowering her eyes.

"Did you eat yet?" Ziggy wanted to know. He looked around as though to catch the eye of a waiter.

"I'm not hungry right now," Sally admitted. She wanted him to ask her more questions. She liked men to take their time with her, if she had plenty of time. And now, with Bill gone for a week, she had plenty of time.

"Maybe later we can have a bite to eat," Ziggy offered. He let his voice trail off.

"Sure," Sally said.

She took another sip of her drink. This was it, she thought to herself. If she had another drink, she'd be on her ear. She had a real good buzz on and that was all she sought. She didn't want to become soddenly drunk. She wanted to be a complete sex partner. Especially for someone like Ziggy!

"Look," Ziggy said, "I don't like to make time in my own bar," he admitted. "Too many people notice my behavior, if you know what I mean. Do you have a car?"

Sally said that she did and Ziggy suggested they meet someplace else. Sally was disappointed that he didn't suggest his own place, but figured that he was as married as she was and that they would have to make it in a motel.

She left shortly after that and drove to the designated restaurant. Ziggy joined her a short time later and they didn't exactly dawdle over their meal. He was quite frank about his status, confessing that he was, married to a woman that he no longer loved, but felt obligated to stay with, for the sake of their two sons.

Sally explained her situation, and the two of them felt secure in the knowledge that neither one was better off than the other.

Sally considered the possibility of inviting Ziggy over to her house, but nixed that, idea on the rare chance someone might stop by. But Ziggy solved their dilemma by suggesting they spend the night at the Motel on the Mountain.

This was one of Sally's favorite places. To begin with, the motel was situated on a mountain high over Suffern. Discretion was one of the hallmarks of the place and chances of anyone seeing her car were so remote, they would have to be guilty parties themselves!

Sally followed Ziggy's Mercedes up the long winding road that led to the motel, seeing the lights of the New York Thruway beneath. She parked outside the office, watching as Ziggy flashed his credit cards at the manager. In a few moments he appeared at the window, and Sally opened it.

"Room 1400," he said briefly.

Sally started up her car, thrilled by his curtness and wondering what kind of fuck he would be once the two of them were locked limb to naked limb in bed.

Once the two of them were inside the lavishly appointed room, there was a knock on the door. Sally's eyes flew to Ziggy's face in alarm, but he laughed.

"In ordered a bottle," he told her. "Don't get all panicky!"

While Ziggy mixed their drinks, Sally retired to the bathroom to prepare herself for some heavy fucking. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Several drunks and a good steak dinner had given her face an unusual flush. Also, she thought, the idea of getting a stiff cock shoved up her cunt turned her on, too!

Sally smiled in anticipation. Then, stripping out of her clothes, she waited until she heard the door slam and the lock snap in place. Ziggy had turned on the radio and soft music now leaked under the bathroom door. When she made her entrance, she was shocked to see Ziggy sitting nude on the bed.

"Here," he said, gesturing towards the drink he had poured her. "Drink up!"

Sally smiled and took the proffered glass. Drinking half of it down in one gulp, she sat on the edge of the bed, next to him. Sue could feel her clit jumping up in excitement, and squeezed her legs closer together. This kind of squishing movement only served to increase her clit's desire to be stimulated by something else – like a warm, fat tongue, or a stiff, hard, prick. Sally knew both options were available to her, so she thought she would torture her hungry clit awhile longer.

Just then, Ziggy placed his drink on the night table and made a move towards Sally. She welcomed his desire, as it coincided nicely with her own and she, too, placed her drink aside. She no longer desired any artificial stimulation, she wanted the real thing!

As Ziggy's arms drew her to his chest, her arms went around his broad back, thrilling to his muscled body with its hairy chest and nudging prick. His mouth opened to cover hers, and Sally gladly gave up her tongue to battle with his own.

They were swapping spit, their bodies mashing against each other, their minds racing with the joy that was in store for both of them.

Sally could hear Ziggy's breath rasping in his throat and knew from the hoarse way he was blowing in her ear that he wouldn't be able to sustain this kind of temptation any longer.

His hands seemed to be everywhere on her at once and Sally wished he would slow down, though she welcomed his passion. As she explored the outlines of his frame, so did he seek to know her curves better.

Now he had her on her side, his broad hands tickling her as they moved from her cunt to her ass. His mouth was on her tit, sucking its perky pointedness.

Sally's hands traced the magnificent outlines of his body, thrilling when she felt her nails catch in the pubic hairs that surrounded his full balls.

"Oh!" he moaned, loving the gentle, yet insistent way she handled his sensitive nuts.

Sally was torn between sucking his joint off and letting him go down on her. Ziggy solved this with one swift move of his body.

Before Sally even had to think, she found herself staring at his swollen prick, a few inches any from her mouth.

She gazed at its broad mushroom shaped head with its piss-slit that seemed like an all-seeing eye to her. She noticed his thick shaft, almost eight or nine inches long it seemed to her, and then took his full balls into her hand.

"Suck me!" he begged, pushing and groaning as he strained to get his cock in her mouth.

Sally didn't hesitate forever. Cock-sucking was one of the things she enjoyed the most and she could hardly wait to get on with it! She opened her mouth wide, and Ziggy's prick slipped inside as easily as a hot knife into warm butter.

"Oh!" he gasped once more, prior to wrapping his down eager lips around her prominent clit, full now with blood and desire.

Sally felt his first lickings and lappings on her cunt and almost came right there and then. With each new tonguing of her box, she squirmed more in delight. There seemed to be no apex to her pleasure, though she knew it would all end with her orgasm. Therefore, she concentrated on giving him head, hoping to postpone her own enjoyment until he was ready to come with her.

Ziggy felt his cock casing its way into her warm, wet throat and almost creamed right there and then. But he controlled himself and began thrusting deeper and deeper into her throat. Though it had occurred to Ziggy on many an occasion that he might possibly choke a girl to death with his huge prick, he never stopped. His pleasure was so keen, so intense, that he decided he would create whatever havoc was necessary if it felt this good!

Now they were writhing on the motel bed like a snake that had turned on itself, both carried away by their own sensations and pleasure.

Ziggy was a skilled cunt-lapper, there was no doubt about that, Sally thought wildly to herself. She could feel each new dip and twist his tongue gave to her cunt as it battered away at her clit and then went deeper to penetrate her hole.

His tongue seemed to be everywhere, and it was. He flicked her on her clit, buried his tongue in her hole and then continued on down until he was licking away at her asshole.

Sally could never remember feeling this sensational before. But that was always the way she felt when she was in bed with a man who really knew how to muff-dive.