Robert Vickers - Three way wife

She rolled over on the table, not bothering to conceal her pussy mound or cunt lips from the man. She let her legs stay obscenely wide as she looked at him, the soft afterglow of a good fucking possessing her totally.

"Really?" she said, smiling wickedly. The look she got back told her this wasn't going to be the only time she sampled his delightful prick. Not by a long shot.

Alan couldn't keep his mind on work at all that day. As soon as he would start a problem, his mind drifted away to what had happened at breakfast. Was there something new about him that turned on women all of a sudden? He hadn't been making it very regularly with his own wife until they had tried that drive in business.

That broke the dam of desire between them. They couldn't get enough of each other's body then. They had sucked and fucked and done all types of things together. And it had been good. No, he corrected himself, it hadn't been good, it had been great!

The night with Wendy had been the greatest fucking he had ever had. They had flowed together and her passion fed his and his fed hers and they had screwed until they were both exhausted. And when dawn came, they had balled again and it had been even better.

Did something of that still show when he had gotten to the breakfast table? Alan couldn't answer that. There was no denying the fact that Wendy's sister had gotten awfully hot for him. That business with fucking herself on his big toe had been so positively kinky he couldn't help responding. And the lewd way she had opened up the front of her robe and dipped the nipple of her left tit in the hot sauce.

Fucking that off had been more than a little fun. And when he had gotten the idea of spanking her and fucking her up the ass, things had really gotten strange. And good. He loved the feel of her virgin-tight ass around his cock. He had never once even suggested butt fucking to Wendy while they had been married. Once he had tried it when they were dating and she had turned him off totally. The few times he had done it before were one night stands.

Without Katherine this morning he would have gone on missing one hell of a nice sensation. And what was it about this morning that made her come on so strong to him?

Alan didn't know. And that bugged him all day long. By the time he got home he was sporting a perpetual hard-on. He had been aching to sink that ramrod of cockflesh into his wife – or her sister – since noon and he wouldn't take "no" for an answer from either of them.

Hell, the way he felt, he'd take them both on! And wouldn't that be really kinky?

"Honey, I'm home!" he called out. Wendy answered from the bedroom. That was perfect for him. He went in and found her bending over, putting away clothing freshly washed.

"Just a sec, dear, and I'll be – ohhhh!"

He caught her up from behind and bent her forward. He kissed the back of her neck and licked around until he came to her shell-like ear. His tongue shot out, cock-hard, and imitated fucking as he worked his way in and out of the tight canal. His hands roved along her body, feeling the soft flesh rippling with desire under the thin house dress she wore.

He lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back, her legs up. The bedsprings squeaked as they protested under the sudden load, but Wendy wasn't complaining.

"What's this? A new husband? One who is into digging sex like it should be between married people?" She grinned wickedly and he was lost. His hard-on threatened to blast out jism at any second. He had to get it on with her. Besides, this spontaneity was, exactly what had been lacking from their lives for so long. He was happy to give it a rebirth.

"The same old one, just hornier," he said, unzipping his trousers. His cock leaped out, eager as a racehorse in the starting gate.

"Well, come to Momma!" She held out her arms but it was under her skirt where his eyes went. She wasn't wearing any panties. His cock tried to turn cartwheels when he realized that.

He brushed aside her arms and hiked up her skirt to expose the flame red hair on her pussy mound. His hands reached out, shaking a little as he touched her puckered cunt lips. They were blue-tinged and already rigid with blood. Excited blood, blood hammering through her eager body.

He didn't like eating pussy. The thought turned him off usually. But he couldn't stop himself now. He dived down, his arms circling around the woman's legs. He pulled her even wider apart and applied his mouth directly to her sex gash.

And licked. His tongue licked up the slit with a slow, languorous pace that drove her wild. She felt his rough, pink tongue working against the most sensitive portion of her anatomy. She sank back to the bed, suddenly weak and quivery inside.

"Oh, God, Alan, you don't know how much I've wanted you to eat me out like this. Your mouth is heaven on my pussy! And inside! I'm on fire! Tongue fuck me! I want to feel that sweet tongue of yours reaming out my cunt!"

He did nothing of the sort. He was the man, he was the one who called all the shots. He knew what she wanted and he'd give it to her – when he was good and ready. Right now, he was on an exploring trip. He moved his tongue along the pursed lips of her pussy until he came to the front vee. Poking its meek little head out was her cunt.

He pounced on it. His soft lips cuddled it and finally sucked it into his mouth. Once there, he used his teeth and tongue on it as best he could. He gnawed gently and then teased the very tip of her cunt with his pink, wet tongue.

She went wild.

And then he really moved. His tongue flashed out and touched all the right spots. He worked down the edges of her pussy lips until he came to the deep well of her cunt. She had wanted him to tongue fuck her. And he did. His tongue lashed out and probed deep. He began stroking along the trembling walls of her velvet hung pussy until she came.

And came and came.

Wendy was turned on more than she had been in years. Going down on Alan the night before seemed to set the tone for their newfound sexuality. Anything went. And she was the one receiving the thrill right now. The hot breath coursing across her pussy mound excited her. The nearness of his mouth to her cunt lips told in the erotic kiss how much he loved her. And the deep thrusting tongue working against her cunt walls drove her wild with desire.

Alan sucked and licked and tongue fucked until his jaw ached. And then he did it some more. The taste of her woman wine was almost too much for him. He felt himself getting drunk on it. The salty, tangy flavor was unique in the world and he wondered how he could have ever not liked it before.

The more he tried to get into his mouth, the more he stimulated her. And she was soon coming like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off. He could hardly hang on to her bucking, lurching body. But he did. He had to. He wanted even more of this mouth love.

"Ummmm," she sighed finally and rolled over, her eyelids drooping. He realized how much a strain it had been on her. He had worn her out. He had actually worn out his wife!

The thought pleased him. She was always griping about him coming too soon. This was the perfect way of wearing her down to where he could handle her – and both of them could get their kicks.

There was only one problem. Wendy was asleep and his prick was still rigid. He hurt. He hurt as badly as he ever had in his life. She couldn't return the favor and suck him off. Not asleep. And he wasn't going to wake her up. Then a thought came to him. Katherine would be home now.

His cock leading the way, Alan walked out into the hall just as Katherine came in the front door. She glanced at him, smiled, turned away and then did a double take. Her eyes swung back and riveted on his prick.