Mary Moore - Whore wife

"Yes," nodded Frankie. "Ate you sure it's all right?" He pointed to her wedding ring.

"Oh, yes," she said. She felt absolutely no guilt, strangely enough. And no pity for Tim. She knew she was getting what she long deserved! Sex and a lot of it. If she couldn't get it in one place, she was going to get it in another!

"Just so he won't come tearing in here, looking for you," said Frankie.

"He won't," said Linda firmly. "I don't even want him any more."

"Okay," said Frankie. "I won't ask." His mouth fell upon hers again and his tongue swiftly penetrated her lips, exploring her mouth. His lips were so soft. He covered her mouth with kisses.

One hand went up to her breast and began kneading it. Linda groaned softly in her throat. It felt so good. She massaged his thigh and then his crotch. Suddenly she yearned to unzip his fly. She bent quickly. It was not easy. His pants were very light.

Finally she got the zipper down and reached into his tight yellow shorts. She felt for the massive meat. It was wonderful, holding the nearly erect cock.

"Ohhhhh," Frankie groaned, as she massaged it gently. It was soon as hard as a rock.

Linda longed to take his dick into her mouth, but Frankie was already unbuttoning her blouse and plunging his hand inside her bra.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, feeling her large and ample tit in the hand of this skillful lover. He squeezed her nipple, pinched it lightly, rubbed it, pulled it, and sent Linda into ecstasy. He did the same to the other nipple. He touched her firm tits all over, until they were bunting out of her blouse.

He helped her out of her blouse and bra. There she stood, nude to the waist, before her favorite actor.

"Lady, how beautiful!" he crooned in his best stage voice.

She grinned. He proceeded to kiss her tits, fondling them gently in his large, olive-skinned hands, passing them this way and that, squeezing them, and them expressing his deepest desire.

Linda threw back her head and laughed. This Frankie was different from her Tim. He was up-front and yet he did not offend her.

"Yes, you can fuck my breasts," she said, pursing her lips sexily and pushing her tits together.

He planted a long kiss on the lips of her up-turned face, and then on her breasts. He licked them all over. He made them very wet and the nipples very sensitive.

"Fuck my tits, oh, fuck my tits!" she cried.

Frankie pulled his pants all the way down and stepped out of them. He removed his shirt. Then he took off his yellow shorts. He stood nude before her.

"Lie down," he commanded her. She lay back on the couch, just touching the sides of her breasts with the palms of her hands. He mounted her belly and moved forward till his huge erect cock was over her chest. He inserted it in the canyon formed by her tits. "Ohhh, how sweet, how lovely," he crooned.

His voice was so loud, she placed a finger over her lips and looked up at him pleadingly.

"There's no one here but the night watchman," said Frankie. "It's okay."

Linda nodded and was soon lost in the sensuous spectacle of seeing her breasts plowed by his prick. Back, forth, in, out, his thick muscle sawed. She held her tits tightly together, and each time his cockhead neared her mouth, her tongue darted out like a snake's and flitted over the pee slit.

"Mmmmmmm, do that some more," Frankie said. He positioned his dick tantalizingly before her lips, anxious that she make the first move.

She was happy to do so. She worked her way down till her lips were within a fraction of an inch of his thick cock. Then she lifted her head and, propping herself on one arm and with her left hand at the back of her head, she moved forward to take the cockhead in her mouth.

It tasted delicious. It felt so thick and firm and hot between her lips. She licked all over the cockhead. She licked under it. With her tongue she pried the sensitive puckered area beneath where it joined the shaft of the cock.

"Ohhhhhhh, what a lovely sight to watch you eat me, Linda!" said Frankie. "I love feeling your wet mouth on my cock. Oh, do it some more! Take it all the way in. Would you?" He said it gently. He asked. He didn't demand. She liked that. Yes, she would. Of course, she would. There was nothing she wanted more than to take his long, thick stick into her warm, succulent mouth and down her deep throat.

She opened her mouth wide and the cock slid all the way in, and all the way down. She didn't even gag. She left her mouth halfway open, so Frankie was free to fuck her throat. It felt so good, the cockhead right in her throat. He fucked her throat for a few minutes.

"Mmmmmm, nghnghngh," grunted Frankie.

"Oh, man, that feels so fantastic."

Then Linda grabbed his cock and pulled it halfway out. She began sucking on it like a lollipop. Then she pulled it all the way out and played on it with her lips.

She gave it little kisses all over. She licked up and down the long staff, and down into the hairy balls, and up over the head and around it. She licked it all over. She memorized his cock. Every inch.

She loved that cock. She knew already she would be a satisfied woman that night. She groaned silently, pleasurably, in anticipation. She closed her eyes, fingered Frankie's balls, and let her tongue loll pleasantly all over that stiff stick of pleasure.

She felt some pre-come fluid in her mouth. She swallowed it. She anticipated gallons of fluid, when he came. And she'd love it.

Frankie was fingering her thighs. Her sleek, soft flesh felt wonderful under his soft, sensuous touch. Higher and higher his hand rode up her skirt.

Finally it rested on her already moist, juicy cunt, separated from it only by her thin panties. Her breath began coming in short gasps. He felt all over her firm mound. She got hotter and wetter every second. Her thighs spread automatically.

He lifted her skirt and saw her lovely thighs. She became more passionate just watching him watch her.

He fingered the slight cleavage outlined in her panties. There was a faint aroma of pussy in the air. She was thick with juices and dripping. She wandered if he could smell it too.

Finally he put a finger under the elastic of one panty leg. She closed her eyes, and felt his finger probe her pussy lips, first the outer lips and then the inner. Finally the finger entered her wet and throbbing cunt hole and she moaned loudly.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh, I can't stand it, oh, please, Frankie, please!" She gave his cockhead one last swab with her tongue and pushed him away and in the direction of her needy groin.

Frankie began yanking at her skirt. He finally succeeded in puffing the zipper down and sliding the skirt over her hips. A quick tug brought her panties sliding over her thighs and down to her calves, exposing her lovely blond crotch. Frankie could only stare. He probed her hairy cunt gingerly, then cupped his hand over it. "So beautiful," he moaned.

"Ohhhhh," Linda was moaning, her eyes closed. She shoved her torso down, her cunt lips taking the tip of his cock between them. She pushed her pelvis up, and the cock, half of it, slipped smoothly inside.

"Oh, you feel wonderful," whispered Frankie. He pushed his cock the rest of the way up her hot, wet cunt, not stopping until be was deep inside her.

"Ohhhhh," moaned Linda, her thighs working and pressing against his, her feet groping for a foothold. She pressed her hips and pelvis back as Frankie pulled out, or nearly so.

Then back he came, pressing his hot, smoldering cock all the way up her again, thrusting harder this time. Together they began a slow, satisfying and undulating rhythm.

The sofa seemed to rock back and forth, up and down. Linda's eyes were closed most of the time. She was conscious of only pressing down, to get more and more of the wonderful, stiff staff up inside of her. Frankie, who was propped up on his hands, gradually eased his weight onto her. His mouth came to rest on her own, and his tongue flicked her mouth, while his cock fucked her wet pussy.