Mary Moore - Whore wife

His tongue played about her half-open mouth, tasting her sweet lips. Linda sucked on his tongue, sucked like a baby sucking a nipple.

His hands massaged her full tits, rode over and under her arms and down her hips and belly. His finger probed between her pussy lips for her rosebud of a clit and, finding it, rubbed it first gently, then harder and harder, rubbing it into a frenzy as he continued to fuck her pussy hole.

"Ohhhhh," Linda was moaning, nearing her ecstasy. She thrust her hips up again and again, spread her thighs further and further apart, digging her heels into the side of tile bed. She thrust her pelvis up and down, up and down. She humped herself against his finger and his cock.

Finally the great waves of orgasm began to rise in her pussy. At first just a pleasant itch, they grew and grew until finally she was calling out loudly, yelling, for more.

"Oh, please," she begged him, panting. "Oh, honey, please, Frankie, oh, do it, oh, do it hard, oh, more, oh, please, oh, I'm commmiiinnnggg, oh, honey, ohhhhhh!"

And her come took off, and she shook and shuddered from top to toe. "My God!" she yelled. "Oh, my God!"

The juices spurted inside her cunt walls, great rivers of it. Her pussy lips were thick and swollen and sensitive. Her chest heaved. She closed her eyes.

Frankie smiled down at her, having enjoyed watching his partner in the throes of orgasm. His stiff, thick prick was still inside her, halfway up her cunt. He had felt her cunt walls squeeze his prick tight, right at the height of her coming, and he nearly willed his own juices.

But he managed to hold in tight. He wanted to make her come again. And maybe again. After all, they had all night. Or did they?

He leaned down to kiss her warmly and wetly. "Oh, Frankie, you're so good. You… just so good…" Linda panted. She pulled him down on top of her. She wanted him again.

"Please, Frankie, oh, please," Linda cried out, eager for another fuck.

"Yes, dear, yes, darling," Frankie answered, amused at her ardor. Seldom did one find such a woman, he thought.

She wondered if she were reading him correctly. His unspoken praise was just what her poor wounded ego needed, wounded by her husband's rejection of her, by month after month of her unspent passion.

How she needed this man now! How she craved him! She held him tightly, her arms thrown around his back. Her legs were wound around his calves.

He cupped one arm around her waist and lay heavily and naked across her ample breasts. She felt his heavy, warm, breathing in her ear. He nuzzled her ear lobe with his nose, then nipped at it. He stuck his tongue into it, reaching into the inner recesses of her sensitive ear.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "How did you know I was sensitive there?" She looked at him quizzically, innocently. What other secrets did this remarkable man know about her?

"Many women are mostly there," ho responds.

"Have you had may?" she asked hesitantly. She looked away. She didn't know if she wanted to hear his reply.

"Well," he shrugged. "If you've lived as long as I have, you have!" He smiled.

"You're married, aren't you?" she asked. "Yes."

"How long?"

"I've been married twice, actually. Ten years both times. I'm forty-two," he added.

"That saved pie from asking," she said, smiling, but it depressed her slightly to learn of his commitment.

She concentrated on the pleasant sensations he was giving her in her pussy. Slowly, he was rubbing his cock against the walls of her cunt, by going around and around, and hardly in and out at all.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," she said softly, as she took up the rhythm. The sensations were delightful.

Suddenly she felt him slip a hand under her buttocks. A finger inched its way along her ass crack. It searched for something and found it, thrusting right into her asshole.

She started. She was frightfully sensitive there. It didn't hurt, but almost. His finger dipped in and out of her rectum, prodding apart the tight walls of her sphincter muscle. His movements relaxed her entire pelvic area. She became soft and pliable there. Then he began rocking forward and back, thrusting and withdrawing his thick cock, in and out of her.

She rocked up and down on his smooth, wet stick. "I'd love to fuck between your ass cheeks sometime," he said directly.

She opened her eyes wide. "We'll save that for a rainy day," she said finally.

"I didn't mean to be disrespectful," he added, searching her eyes.

They both burst out laughing.

She cupped his chin with one hand and kissed his lips softly, then suddenly dug the finger of her other hand into his rectum.

"You weren't," she said.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned approvingly. "Really," he added, when he'd recovered from the initial shock, "have you done it that way before?" He wiggled his ass so her finger slid in deeper.

She shook her head. "No, I'm afraid it would hurt. You've got quite an instrument down there. And so did…" she caught herself. "So does my husband."

Frankie smiled. "If it's done right, it doesn't hurt… much. It can be a real high for a woman, so I'm told."

They fell silent and became aware only of their bodies, and the pleasure each was getting, each was giving.

He rose up on his knees suddenly, pulling his cock out. Then he lifted her knees, one at a time, over his shoulders. It lifted her buttocks off the mattress. She had no leverage now. She was at his mercy. She smiled weakly up at him and groaned loudly with the pleasure of his first deep stroke. She pressed against him as best she could. He began stroking swiftly now.

She could hardly catch her breath. It felt so sexy to be halfway up in the air like this and in a man's control. He pumped in and out of her, in and out, until she grew delirious with pleasure. But he didn't stop there. He thrust hard into her again and again and again. Her pussy dripped with juices. She was brimming over with her sweet liquid.

"Oh, Frankie, Frankie, you feel so damn good," she crooned. Her mouth was slack and half open. Her chin was up, her head thrown back, her eyes half closed.

Suddenly he pulled out and lowered her hips gently to the couch. She looked puzzled. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at him.

"What's the matter?"

"I want you to eat me," he said. Without waiting for her to answer him, he walked on his knees up her body, straddling her on either side, till he reached her neck and shoulders.

His cock protruded straight out and Linda was only too happy to suck on it. It looked delectable, pointing straight at her mouth. She grasped it with her hand and put her mouth over the knobby head. She moved her wet lips all over it. It tasted of her own cunt juices.

"Like the flavor?" asked Frankie.

"Mmmmmm," Linda grunted. She did. She wondered if another woman's cunt juices would taste as good. If so, a woman in bed with her wouldn't be half bad, she thought.

She licked his hot prick and his balls till he was sopping. Oh, they tasted so good. She would go to hell and back to be able to suck on a cock like that one again. He seemed an inch longer than Tim, and half an inch thicker.

"You look lovely sucking on my cock like that," Frankie said. He tousled her hair. "It feels so damn good." Then he said no more and she continued to jerk and eat him off.

Her face contorted with the large cock in her mouth. She palmed his balls and inched a finger into his asshole. He groaned deeply.

She sucked on him now with all her might. She wanted to suck him dry. She wanted him to come in her mouth and pour all his cum down her waiting throat.

She wanted to taste the sweetness of his cum. She wanted him to fuck her mouth till he was all sucked out. She wanted him to fill her mouth to the brim with his delicious gunk.