David Martin - Loaned wife

They stepped into the dark room and Janet turned on the single, dim bulb of the night light, ten turned back to face the short, stocky man.

"First," she said, "let's make you comfortable. Let me help."

She came over to him and ran her hands over his wide shoulders, then slipped around behind him. Her arms went around his waist from behind and she undid the button of his jacket and pulled it off him.

Then she came up close to him from the front and opened the knot of his necktie, letting just the tips of her breasts graze him through the thin fabric of the top she wore.

His breath was coming faster and she began opening the collar of his shirt and undid the long row of buttons leading down the front. She let her fingers, nimble and sure, hesitate a split second and then tugged his shirt out of his pants and opened the last three buttons. A moment later and he stood before her in his T-shirt. Her hands went to his waist and lifted the cotton high over his head. He was covered with an incredibly thick mat of dark hair.

Quickly then, her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, then teasingly opening his zipper. The pants fell down his massive legs, laying in a heap about his ankles.

Her thumbs hooked in the elastic waistband of his briefs. As she lowered them, she brought herself lower in a crouch.

Suddenly, the bulge in his briefs sprang free. His crotch jabbed out, hitting her in the forehead. She continued dragging the briefs lower, but this time let her lips run down along the flesh of his huge thigh. She could feel the tension in his body as she pulled the clothing off his feet.

She kissed her way back up the other leg, then began running her fingers up and down within the insides of his thighs, letting her fingernails lightly graze his scrotum as her lips worked ever closer to his cock.

His dick was almost as long as her husband's, but not as thick.

Her lips went through his thick pubic mat, then began working over the sensitive flesh around the base of his hard dick. Closer and closer and closes and… Suddenly, powerful hands were at the sides of her head.

"Lick it, baby, lick my dick!" he rasped. She did as she was told. Her tongue flickered out and began laying the sides of his shaft with rapid, wet, feather touch movements. A growl of appreciation came from the man's chest and his hips jerked forward. His fingers remained entwined in her hair, holding her where he directed her.

Slowly, she worked her way out towards the end of his cock. Her hands moved over the tip, gingerly pulling back his foreskin to expose the glistening, swollen knob.

He moved her head again and this time her lips were against the glans. She murmured silently against it, and she could feel the answering throbs from within his taut, thick body.

He pressed his hips forward, the head of his cock probing urgently against her luscious, full lips. Finally, she relented, opening her mouth and sucking just the head of his dick inside.

It felt good and exciting to have this man's prick inside her mouth, and the excitement made her adventurous. She closed her lips tightly about the shaft and sucked mightily on the head of his prick, all the time twirling her tongue around and around the sensitive, purplish flesh of his knob.

His hips were jerking powerfully, his cock moving in and out of her mouth. "More baby, more! Eat it all!"

He pushed his hips forward and his cock rushed in, filling her mouth completely. She stretched her mouth open as much as she could, straining. He kept pushing and the knob of his dick hit the back of her throat. Her first impulse was to gag, but she knew that she could do it. She'd been able to eat Koenig's dick and his was bigger.

Tilting her head on her neck, Janet sucked in a deep breath through her nose and pushed her mouth forward. Bit by bit, his penis slid into her mouth. The knob caught for an instant on the curve at the back of her throat and then pushed beyond, down into her gullet.

She could feel the head of his cock throbbing in her throat, feel the pulsations rippling along the length of it as he pushed more and more of his dick inside her hot, warm, sucking mouth. She was eager for it, wanted it, wanted to milk all of the hot cum from this strange, hard, hairy man's balls.

Greedily, she swallowed him down into her throat and began fingering his balls. His hips heaved and then she had it all, right to the hairs. Her nose was pressed tightly against his abdomen and she swallowed every inch of his dick.

Janet began bobbing her head back and forth, up and down, freeing half the length of his dick, only to suck it back down her gullet once again. Going faster with each stroke, she continued sucking with all her might on him. She could tell that he was near to coming, and she craved the taste of it flooding her throat.

Suddenly he let go. With a growl of passion, his hips flailed at her face and then she felt his balls jerking in their sac, felt the pulsating swellings of sperm through his cock and then felt the hot, thick rush of his jism gushing down her warm, receptive throat.

She hummed deep in her throat. He felt the vibrations on his dick, even as she swallowed on his cock, massaging it, milking it of his creamy cum.

His spasms slowed and stopped and he withdrew his dick from her mouth and throat. She held onto the glans for a moment, licking and sucking it feverishly before releasing it with an audible pop. His dick dangled limply in front of her face.

Jeff slipped into his clothes, zipped himself and left the room. Janet found herself strangely exhausted by the bout. Wearily, she climbed to her feet and stripped off her top and shorts. Then she sprawled out on the bed, face down, and waited for the next one.

She didn't have long to wait. It seemed like no time at all before she became aware that someone was climbing onto the bed beside her. Pinky. He already had his clothes off and he was turning her over onto her back.

Pinky was not a man who bothered with preliminaries. He flipped Janet over onto her back, reached down to spread her thighs wide apart, put one hand down to grip his cock and guide it to her wet, wide open pussy. Then he pushed.

"Ooohh!" she grunted as she felt his dick pressing into her. His prick was large, thick and heavy and long and rigid. He drove half of it into her cunt, withdrew all but the head, then drove the entire length of it into her.

She felt his glans probing far inside her, stretching her innermost passions. It felt so good to have a man's meat throbbing far inside her hot cunt!

Janet bucked and heaved beneath Pinky's pile-driving erection. As he reared and plunged above her, she writhed and thrashed beneath him, the two of them battering their loins at one another urgently. His hands gradually worked down along the length of her perspiration-slicked body, coming to rest, finally, beneath her full ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the soft spheres of flesh with merciless strength. He pulled her up to him, dragging her to meet his every downstroke as his tempo increased. She could feel his big balls slapping up against her ass as she flung her long, shapely legs wantonly apart to accept the powerful surges of his thrusts.

Suddenly, his dick swelled still farther within her. Pinky went rigid above her, his cock locked inside her just as her own vaginal muscles clenched on him. Even as her honey channel began to undulate and spasm on his cock, she felt his prick jerking and then spitting deep inside her.

Wave after wave of thick hot cum poured into her depths, filling and flooding her. She felt the weight of his jism as it burned home inside her, splashing her insides and sending bolts of ecstasy through her orgasmic frenzies. Janet gasped and her body arched, lifting Pinky's short, stocky mass with her own demonic strength. He was supported above her, his cock still buried inside her, locked within her.