Robert Vickers - Three way wife

Alan rolled over in bed and saw the sleeping face of his wife. Wendy had never looked happier – and he couldn't remember when he'd woke up in the morning with a harder erection. This wasn't any piss hard-on, either. This was a full-fledged, raging hard-on that only cunt and lots of it could satisfy.

His hands snaked out under the cool sheets, leaving tiny ridges on the top. He homed in on the leg of the woman and finally found it. Her flesh was warm and firm and exciting. He squeezed gently and she stirred, rolling over a little. He managed to get his hand between her thighs. The warmth turned to carnal heat. She smiled a little, still asleep, as his hand worked slowly up to her flame-red furred snatch.

He found her pussy lips rigid and inviting. A little wiggling got his finger between them and into her cunt hole. He didn't know if he was surprised or not to find her pussy already damp with lust. From the expression on her face, she was having damned fine dreams. He wondered if he was included in them.

Alan thought he was.

"Ummmm, yes, yes!" she moaned out. "That's what I want. Give it all to me now! I'm a cock-hungry bitch and I want it alllll!"

He was a little startled at his wife's words. She never used "dirty" words like that, even when she was really revved up and ready to fuck. This marked still another change for the better. If she was willing to speak the words, she would be even more willing to put those wards into actions.

His finger stroked in and out slowly, enticingly. She rolled onto her back, her legs spreading wide in unconscious invitation to him. Alan didn't pull back the covers like he would have a week before to get on top of the woman and fuck her in the old, tired missionary position. He wanted to see how aroused he could get her before she was begging far him to screw her.

He guessed she would be hot enough for that very soon.

He stroked in and out of her clinging pussy until his hand was totally drenched with her fuck juices. Then he allowed his finger to slip free and moved up and down the entire length of her turgid cunt lips. The flaps of blood-filled flesh pulsed hard against his probing finger. He felt a tiny tingle pass all the way up his arm as he realized this might be the very first time he had carefully explored Wendy's snatch.

Intrigued, he moved along the trembly pussy lips until he came to the front of the vee. The tender tissue there actually fluttered wildly under his light touch. She moaned louder and tossed her head from side to side. Her red hair flew out and formed a halo on the pillow. He resisted the temptation to bend over and kiss her. That might wake her and break the spell of sheer sex he was conjuring up.

"Ummm, yes, fuck me! I want it sooooo!" she sighed. Her eyelids didn't flutter as if she were coming awake. He guessed she lost, in the middle of a really sexy dream. The man wanted to give her the total fulfillment of whatever fantasy she was experiencing.

His fingers brushed lightly across her clit and teased it to full erection. She moaned louder and arched her back. The man had to fight to keep his own emotions in check. The sight of one tantalizing tit coming out from beneath the white sheet was almost all it took to get him to jet off. Her nipple was cherry red and hard already.

He circled her clit with his finger and began stroking from the base all the way to the top. At the very tip, he lightly flicked his finger in a rapid motion. She was soon writhing on the bed, almost at the point of orgasm.

Alan couldn't resist then. He had to bend down and kiss her throbbing nipple.

"Alan?" she asked, her voice dreamy. She had awakened and he didn't care now. He needed to get on her and ride. His prick was going to explode like a stick of dynamite if he didn't.

"Yes, darling, it's me. How does this feel?" His finger worked faster up and down her little cunt. The tiny organ was well drenched with her cunt oils and throbbed hard against the tip of his finger. He kissed her nipple again and tasted sweat. She was beginning to perspire from the excitement he had already generated.

"I love it!"

"And I love you. And I want you. I want to fuck you. Here." He used his finger to drive deep into her pussy again. He wiggled it along the slippery walls of her velvet hung cunt and then finger fucked her as fast as he could. He felt the heat mounting inside and guessed she was close to coming.

"Oh, ohhhh! I… aeeeeeeee!" She thrashed around on the bed as if she had gone berserk. And she had. She had gone berserk with lust. That finger in her twat was more than she could take. Her dreams had been sexy ones, a lot sexier than she was used to dreaming. She had envisioned herself a princess in a flowing dress being rescued by a prince charming.

That was usually where the fairy tale ended. Not her dream. She dreamed of the wedding night and the prince's mighty lance of flesh dividing her legs and plunging deep into her awaiting cunt. He had fucked her better than any man ever had before. She dreamed all that and more – while Alan's finger had moved slowly in her cunt.

Now she was awake and wanted the real thing. All the muzziness of sleep had left her. She wanted him on top of her, pressing her down into the soft bed and riding her as hard as he could.

"Fuck me! I want you to really fuck meeeeeee!" She was surprised when she got off on the finger fucking. That heat mounting in her pussy had been nice but she hadn't thought it would be enough to really pleasure her. She had been wrong. The carnal heat had spread until her stomach felt as if it had been filled with melted butter. The attention he had given her tiny clit had brought her to the point of climax. The kissing of her nipples and the rapid finger fucking had pushed her over the edge of the orgasm and sent her soaring.

"I… I want more!"

"And you're going to get it. Just keep those delightful legs of yours spread wide and let me in!"

He rolled on top of her and lifted her ass up off the bed so he could get an easier entry into her seething hot pussy. He thrust forward, his prick touching the wet pussy lips. For a moment, he hesitated. This was the way it had always been before. And this was what had almost ruined their marriage. Should he go on and fuck her like this?

"Ride me, ride me hard!" she demanded. He almost shoved forward and sank his prick balls deep in her quagmire of cunt. He stopped just as the purpled hood of his cock vanished between her pinkly tinged cunt lips.

"No, not this way," he told her. "Let's do it different this time. Let's try something we've never tried before."

"No, no," she groaned. "I need it now! I want you to fuck me here and now. I don't want to experiment. I want to fuck!"

Alan's hands gripped her ass. He lifted her completely off the bed until she was bowed up. Bending down, he kissed her belly and drove his tongue down hard into the deep depression of her navel. But it still wasn't right. He wanted to fuck her in a new and excitingly different way.

"You're always talking about us having good, clean fun. So let's go fuck in the shower!"

"I always wondered what good clean fun was," she said, her green eyes peering up at him. Then she smiled broadly and said, "Let's not sit here talking about it. Let's do it!"

"I didn't know we were just sitting here," he said, looking down at her pussy lips. They were still parted and lewdly kissing his prick. But he wasn't going to argue with her. He wanted to bury his spike of hard cock all the way up her cunt, too.

Laughing, the two naked people went into the bathroom. She hastily got into the shower and turned it on, getting the temperature just right. He closed the door and dropped to hands and knees. Like a retriever, he went sniffing and snorting into the shower with Wendy.

She looked down, surprised at his behavior. She moaned and leaned against the side of the shower when she felt what he was doing with his roving tongue. He began licking at her feet. The feel of his rough, pink tongue against the instep of her foot was almost enough to bring her off again.