Robert Vickers - Three way wife

Katherine said in a soft voice, "What you see is what you get. If you want it, Alan."

"I don't. I'm happily mated and things are just now beginning to run smooth for us again. I'm not screwing around with my wife's kid sister and fucking everything up now!"

She smiled at him and reached under the table. She found his foot and pulled hard. He struggled for a moment, then glanced through the door and saw Wendy standing there. He stopped fighting Katherine and pretended to eat his breakfast.

Katherine pulled off his shoe and sock and spread her thighs. She placed his foot directly between her legs and moved around so that his big toe was firmly lodged in her cunt. She sighed and began bouncing up and down lightly, fucking herself on his toe.

His eyes widened and he started to say something as Wendy came back into the room. She went over and kissed her husband, then sat down beside him. She pulled some of the eggs off his plate and began eating them. "Ummm, good, even if I say so myself."

"I agree, sister, I agree!" said Katherine, her face aglow from the feel of the huge toe entering and leaving her now juicy twat. She felt her cunt oils leaking out and dribbling down the sole of the Alan's foot. She guessed that this must tickle like hell but he was keeping as straight a face as possible.

Twisting from side to side, she drove the toe even deeper into her pussy. The feel wasn't as intense as having real cock up her fucking the hell out of her cunt, but it was still nice. The warm of his foot against the flesh of her upper thigh was almost worth the effort.

"Is anything wrong, Katherine?" asked Wendy. "You're bouncing around like you're sitting on a splinter." Her older sister eyed her half-open robe with some disdain, as if she wanted to say something disapproving and not quite having the nerve.

"I'm fine!"

"Well, okay. Anything I can get for either of you at the store?"

"Nothing," said Katherine. "I've got all I need now."

"Bye, dear," said Alan, his face growing pale. Wendy's forehead furrowed in concern at the way her husband looked, but she said nothing. She bent and kissed him and then left, the door slamming behind her like a gun staffing a race.

Alan jerked his foot free. There was a squishy wet plot as his toe broke the vacuum formed in her tight, hot pussy.

"Goddamn, girl, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Alan raged. "I'm not some stud you're trying to pick up in a bar. I'm the husband of your sister. Your sister!"

"So?"

"So?" he said, startled. "So I expect some common decency from you, that's what. I don't want you making such obvious plays for me in front of my wife – your sister."

"Play? Whatever do you mean?" Katherine allowed the robe to fall completely open. Both her tits were exposed, lush, ripe melons of titflesh that would have given a bronze statue a hard-on.

"That, dammit, that. And the business under the table was disgraceful!"

"I enjoyed it. And I'll bet you did, too."

"I did," he said in a low voice. "Look, Katherine, let me tell you the facts of life."

"I know them already. I've heard all the crap about the birds and bees. If you want it in that sense, then I want you to pollinate me!"

"Shit," he said. "Look. Wendy and I have been having some hard times. We hadn't been getting along too well in bed till last night. Things came alive for us. I don't want to do anything that will ruin it. It feels good, too damn good for me to want to fuck things up right now."

"Sure you don't want some hot sauce?" the girl said, cupping her left tit and poking it in Alan's direction. She knew his willpower was weakening. She lifted her own slender leg under the table and found his crotch. The hard lump her toes discovered could only be a raging hard-on. She squeezed down with her toes as much as she could, but it was enough.

"You want me to fuck you, is that it?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I want!"

"I won't do it!"

With a smooth motion filled with liquid grace, Katherine glided around the table and sat down on Alan's lap. The thick bulge that was his prick prodded purposefully into her ass. She knew she could keep him from leaving as she thrust her tit forward and said, "Just lick it off. All I want is for you to lick my tittie!"

And he did. He damned himself for being weak, but it seemed about all he could do. He didn't want to fuck his wife's teenaged sister. But the way his rigid prick hurt him, he wondered if he could avoid doing so.

Or if he wanted to avoid it at all!

His tongue reached out and started at the very base of that huge boob. He licked straight up until he came to the tiny river of the Tabasco. The hot sauce bit into his tongue and made his mouth water. He licked up farther. Katherine almost went berserk when he reached for her nipple.

His tongue pressed down roughly and worked over the mushroom-sized nubbin of erectile flesh. He rolled it around like a marble and then sucked it into his mouth. Tender lips caressed the sensitive nipple. Hard teeth worried at it. Agile tongue licking soothed it again.

And she was turned on totally. She was lost in the wonders of her own body's responses. She was getting his mouth all over her boob, but she wanted more. She had to have his prick fucking her. It wasn't good enough simply sitting on his cock. She had to have it in her cunt, fucking her.

"Oh, Alan, that's super!" she cried. Then she kissed him. She tasted the hot sauce on his lips and this spurred her on. She forced apart his lips with her tongue and then invaded his mouth.

From then on, he was lost and they both knew it. His lips parted enough to allow her easy entry into his mouth. Their tongues rolled over and over, dueling erotically. Soon, they were both out of breath and panting harshly.

The sight he received was more than he could possibly stand. Looking down he witnessed the rise and fall of her succulent tits. Those mounds of pure white flesh were too tempting for him to ever pass up. His hands cupped one of them and squeezed. She responded by shoving her chest forward.

He caught the hard point of her nipple between, thumb and forefinger. He tweaked hard. She moaned and kissed him even harder. Both their desires flared and consumed them.

Katherine could think of nothing but the wetness between her legs. Her thighs unconsciously drifted apart to reveal the bright red swath of her pussy fur. The gleaming pink cunt lips poking out from below were already well-greased with her inner oils.

"Fuck me," she said, savoring the taste of the forbidden words on her tongue. "I want your cock all the way up my pussy, fucking the shit out of me. I want you to make me come and come and come!"

"Girl, you're too much. I shouldn't do this…"

"Do it to me! Fuck meeeee!"

She held him closer. His false virtue and desire not to ball his sister-in-law faded as his prick hardened. Katherine reached down under her hips and fumbled out the man's prick. It was as hard as tempered steel and hotter. She pulled at it, guiding it to the safe, needy berth of her cunt. Her legs parted even more as she lifted her ass, then sank down, the prick driving in hard.

They both quaked at the entry. He penetrated her all the way up until her cunt walls shivered and tried to expand to take the huge girth of his prick. He pulled and stretched her in excitingly different ways. He was even bigger around than she had imagined. Katherine had seen her sister's lips strain to take the entire prick into her mouth, but she hadn't believed a man could be this huge around.

Alan was.

She bounced lightly up and down, fucking herself. But she was unceremoniously dumped sprawling across the kitchen table. The plates went flying, several breaking on the floor. She was bent over the table and helpless. She felt Alan moving behind her, his hands holding her legs wide open. Her naked pussy was vulnerable from behind.