David Brown: Always horny wife

Ted was still lying on the bed when she left the bathroom. Sitting down heavily, she smiled at him, leaned over, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Am I too much for ya, honey?" she asked, teasing him. "Nope."

"I just wasn't expectin' to meet someone like you on this trip," he said.

"Now that ya did, whaddya intend to do with me?"

He laughed and kissed her. Then he got up and began putting on his clothes.

"Where ya goin?"

"To see where my friends have disappeared to," he replied.

"Wait," she said, getting up and reaching for her clothes. "I'll go with ya."

He lit a cigarette and watched her dress. "Ya look like a hustler in those clothes," he said.

She eyed herself in the mirror. "Is that a compliment?" she asked curiously.

He laughed. "Yep," he said. "What I meant was, ya look like a five-hundred-a-night hustler in those clothes."

She nodded knowingly. "Now I know whatcha mean."

"By the way," be said, "ya hungry?"

"Yep. What time is it, anyway?"

He glanced at his watch. "Four-fifteen. Let's have some supper first. Then we can, go look for the others. Okay?"

"Fine with me," replied Amber.

They left the motel room and went to look for a restaurant.

Ted suggested that they go inside the Stork Club to look for Wally and Mike.

The place was packed. There were people everywhere, crowding the entrance, lined up around the circular-bar, filling up tables. The voluptuous strippers writhed on stage, stimulating the crowd and tilling the room with whistles and cheers. Ted and Amber found a vacant table and sat down.

"We'll never find 'em in this place," he said, shaking his head. "There's too many people."

"Let's have a drink before we leave. Ali right?" He nodded as the waitress came to take their order.

For the next ten minutes they sat in silence, drinking and watching the strippers. Then they got up and left.

The second club was not nearly as packed. It was a small, quiet place, with a jazz combo instead of strippers. They found Wally and Mike sitting at a table at the other end of the room.

"Where the fuck have you two been?" asked Wally as Ted and Amber sat down at their table.

"We were at the other place," explained Amber. Mike shook his head in disgust. "Too many people," he said. "How could you stand it, for Chrissakes?"

"We were lookin' for ya," said Ted, lighting a cigarette.

The waitress came to their table and took their orders. She was gone in a flash.

Mike watched her retreating figure and laughed shortly. "Nice piece of pussy," he commented.

"Why don'tcha try her out?" asked Amber.

He shrugged.

"He already gave her an offer," explained Wally. "She turned 'em down."

"Poor baby," teased Amber. "She'll never know what she missed."

The waitress brought them their drinks.

Ten minutes late, Amber got up and finished her drink. "Order me another drink, baby," she said, looking at Ted. "I gotta go wee-wee." Then she turned and headed for the rest rooms.

Five minutes later, she was sitting in front of the dressing table, fixing her hair. The door opened, and the waitress came in. She went to one of the booths and closed the door behind her.

The door opened again. This time, Ted, Wally, and Mike stepped inside.

Amber looked at them and laughed. "Sorry, boys. Wrong crapper."

Wally shook his bead. "Right crapper," he replied. "We didn't come to take a crap."

Wally and Mike began taking off their clothes while Ted began undressing. Amber, who just stood there with a smile on her face. Then she looked toward the booth that the waitress had just stepped into and said, "You better hope she don't come out right now."

The men eyed the booth.

"Who?" asked Ted and Mike.

"Our waitress," she whispered.

"Jesus Christ," whispered Mike, who was grinning wildly. "Party time, boys."

At that moment, the toilet flushed. A few seconds later, the door opened and the waitress stepped outside. Then she saw the four naked bodies. For five long seconds, she did not know how to react. Then her mouth opened wide.

Mike and Ted took her by the arms and brought her over to Amber and Wally, who began undressing her. She tried to resist but there were four of them, and she was completely helpless. Mike and Ted held her arms to her sides. Amber and Wally had no trouble removing the skimpy costume from the beautiful woman.

For the next minute and a half, the four of them eyed the beautiful, naked woman.

Then Mike pounced on her.

He wasted no time in laying her out on the tiled floor. She was still fighting him, but Ted and Wally came to his aid by sitting on her arms. Amber just sat down at the dressing table and watched them. Despite herself, she felt her gash dripping with warm fluids.

His cock rock-hard, Mike pulled her legs roughly apart and fingered her pink hole. "She's as dry as a bone," he growled.

"We'll fix it," replied Ted, who quickly covered her right tit with his hand. Wally also palmed her tit, and in no time the waitress was moaning and squirming on the floor. She opened her mouth to protest once again, but Ted reached down and covered her mouth. She began whimpering and squirming some more.

Smiling, Mike felt her cunt growing moist. He shoved one finger inside her, then two. She stirred more deeply and began rotating her hips in response to his motions.

When he thought she was ready, he crouched down and fitted the head of his trembling shaft between the wet, pink lips of her match. She gasped in surprise. Arching her back, she snaked her body coquettishly at him. "You wanted it all the time, didn't you, ya bitch?" he asked, snickering.

Then he was sliding his warm pork easily up her wet tube. She began moaning some more and twisting deeply on the floor. The men had to shift their weight so that she could not escape. They kept their hands on her tight, red tits, puffing them, rubbing them vigorously.

Mike's prick began jumping inside her.

At first he had pumped her slowly, but he found that he was getting too hot. The woman's cunt felt wonderful. It heated his prick and set his balls on fire. He jabbed it into her quickly and mercilessly, with short, rough pumps, shoving it all the way in and yanking out all but the shiny head. Soon she was squirming and gasping beneath Ted's hand.

"She's gonna shoot any minute now," he commented as he rubbed and squeezed her breast and nipple.

A moment later, Ted was proven right.

She began popping like a popcorn machine, one right after the other. Her legs thrashed wildly, slamming against Mike's hips and thighs. He felt the hot juice flowing thickly around his prick and squirting out of her love hole. It drove his balls to a boil, and before he realized what was happening, he was grinding his teeth as the thick sperm bubbled up and jolted hotly into her writhing hot tube.

She whimpered and took each jolt, absorbing it in her cunt and pulled the rest of him inside.

"Jesus Christ," muttered Mike, panting and eyeing the moaning girl beneath him, "this broad's a wildcat. She drained me in just a few minutes!"

"Lemme have a shot, for Chrissakes," said Wally impatiently. The two men switched positions, and in no time Wally was kneeling before her, fingering her cunt and nibbling on her throbbing clit. Mike sat on her left arm and began rubbing her tit. Bending over, he took the thick nipple in his mouth and sucked on it eagerly.

The waitress once again began feeling the waves of dizziness enveloping her. She gasped. Snickering, he pulled her cunt lips apart and lapped up the hot juices eagerly with his tongue.

Amber could no longer just sit and watch. She needed a good, long pop. Approaching the struggling foursome, she lay on her back with her head between Ted's legs. Shifting her position, she moved closer toward him until his bulging cock was close to her face. He looked down and saw her beautiful face mere inches from his hot poker. Smiling, he lowered himself until her hot breath enveloped his loins. Grasping his prick, the brunette pulled it eagerly into her mouth and swallowed the entire joint Ted gasped and shivered, in spite of himself. Her hands were playing with his balls. He spread his legs so that she would have more room to work. He kept his hands tightly pressed to the waitress' mouth and right tit.