Ron Taylor: Wife on call

"I want to suck you," she said, "but I don't want to suck you off. I want to climb on you and ride your cock till it shoots me full of cum. Promise you won't jump the gun on me?"

"Oh, baby, I promise! But suck if you're gonna suck, because if you don't, I'm gonna pull you up here and fuck you seven ways from Sunday."

"Okay, stud, you asked for it!" Pam opened wide and her mouth barreled down the stiff throbbing length of Kerry's dong, and she swallowed until the knob was almost in her tight throat. For a moment she stayed there, full of his cock, lingering until a gagging sensation began to form at the back of her mouth. That was the signal that it was time to begin sucking.

And suck she did. Her head lifted and fell with the rhythm and precision of a piston in a well-tuned engine, and she was a wet, narrow tunnel for his borer to ream out, her tongue a crazed flail around the shaft of his cock. Her back ached from the uncomfortable position she'd taken on the floor, the dash's underside hard against her spine, but she could move her head with no trouble and that's exactly what Pam did, sucking until she felt him throb in her mouth, felt him swell as if he meant to squirt right NOW!

Quickly she lifted her head, pinching him off just below the fat knob of his prick. "Aaaahhh," he gasped, for her fingers were right and pitiless, but she could feel the come-urge in him begin to subside, and that was what counted now. She still had to feel his dick ramming into her wet swampy twat.

"I thought I was a goner," Kerry confessed. "Jesus, you're hot as a two-dollar pistol. Did you meet somebody at the party who turned you on, babe?"

It was a good thing the car was dark, or he'd surely have seen her blush. Someone there had turned her on, in a big way, and very soon that special someone would be turning Kerry on, too. Was the bed at home big enough for three? If not, Pam decided, she'd draw some of her Patti Wright money out of the bank and buy a bigger bed.

"Hey," he said suddenly, his voice sharp, "I just saw a patrol car go by. Jesus, I hope they're not coming back…"

"Well, if they are," Pam said, "they're going to get the surprise of their lives when they flash a light through our car window. Just like a front-row seat at a porno film, huh, baby?"

And with that she rose, knelt astride his lap on the seat, and he held his cock upright while she positioned herself above it. Pam lifted her skirt, settled until Kerry's cock touched the crease of her quim. That was Pam's cue and she responded perfectly. She thrust herself down, ate his dick in one cuntal gulp, and leaned forward till her bare, warm tits enveloped his face. He grabbed her boobs and squeezed them together, kissing the cleavage between them, and Pam began to rock and roll on his cock, her pussy muscles already snapping at Kerry's hard male flesh.

Ah, she thought, it was nice to be doing it this way, in the car, almost in public. Even if it was late at night and they were the sole occupants of a parking lot. Not your big kind of excitement, but not bad, either. Soon, too soon, she'd have to undertake her share of. Dianne's scheme – she'd have to cut down on Kerry's at-home pussy, make him all the more receptive to Dianne's advances when they came. God, as horny as he got, Dianne would be lucky to walk away from her first fuck, especially if Kerry wasn't getting enough from Pam. No more of those sweet pre-dinner screws, no more waking up with his cock inside her and her snatch a juicy tunnel of love. At least, not as many of them as before. She couldn't cut him off entirely. That would be suspicious, and besides, she couldn't live with no cock at all from him.

Anyway, it was only temporary. Dianne had it all worked out, and the plan was a good one. Within ten days, she'd promised. Jesus, can I stand it for ten days? Pam wondered. But it would mean the perfect resolution, wouldn't it? She'd have Kerry and she'd have Dianne too and they'd be like a family, almost, the kinkiest family you'd ever want to join. Yes, the rewards promised to outweigh by far the temporary drawbacks.

"Uh… oh," she panted, writhing on his pecker, "I just saw that cop car too. They've gone past the lot very slowly. Do you think we look suspicious parked here all by ourselves?"

"Christ, let's hurry! I don't want to be here like this if they come to take a look. C'mon, baby, let's get our rocks off so we can head for home."

"Mmmm," she purred back, moving her ass even more slowly, but with a tantalizing, milking action of her pussy. Pam's nut-cracker twat was in full control now. He couldn't get his cock out of her till she was ready to let him, cops or no cops. His eight inches were fully buried, completely trapped, in her juicy slot and she intended to keep him there until her needs had been satisfied. "Don't be such a chicken, darling. Where's your sense of adventure! You haven't lost it, have you, Kerry love?"

She hoped he hadn't lost his sense of adventure, because in a very few more days he was going to need it badly. But Pam knew, even as she fretted and fucked, that there would be no problems. Dianne Hagen would, do her number, Kerry would fall for it, and from that point everything was set. An adulterous triad, with Pam at the center. When she could count on that sort of thrill at home, there was certainly no further need to go hunting excitement as an afternoon whore. From now on, Pam thought, my place will be at home. And specifically in the bedroom. The best place of all. The very best place of all.