Robert Vickers - Three way wife

"God, your pussy's beautiful! Goddamn fucking beautiful!"

"So fuck it! Stuff this all the way up my cunt!" She pulled insistently at his prick so there wouldn't be any question what was wanted.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking. The thrill was back in fucking for him. He and Wendy had been married for three years and the thrill had gone away, fading as each day came and went. She had suggested that they try their old haunts and see if some of the magic couldn't be recaptured. This entire seduction was reenacting one of the most precious times in their lives. The first time they'd fucked had been at this theatre, maybe with the same dumb horror flick playing.

They hadn't been married then and they had both been teenagers. Everything was new and exciting then. Alan was beginning to realize that the kick he got out of seducing a woman needn't have ended when he and Wendy married. They could seduce each other and make a game of it. They could arouse each other, stimulate themselves and have one hell of a fine time.

This back seat fucking proved it.

He felt just like a teenager again, not a twenty-five year old man with a responsible job and a pillar of the community and oh-so-straight. He felt lusty. And it was good.

His hands parted Wendy's thighs. She resisted softly, making him exert just a bit more pressure. "Don't be harsh with me," she cooed. "Be gentle. I want to like it."

He recognized the lines. She had said the very same words before, in this same spot, when they had fucked years and years ago. He answered her now as he had then, "I'll be gentle – and you're going to get one hell of a kick out of this fucking."

"Don't use words like that," she chided him.

"Like what?"

"You know."

"Tell me. I want to hear them." His hands managed to get her thighs parted beautifully. Her gash showed wet and ready. The pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips fluttered in anticipation. That was something new. She hadn't been this worked up that former time, but then she didn't know what a real stud he was and she had been about to lose her cherry.

Now she could relax and enjoy the swift penetration, the smooth fucking, the warmth and power of his cock.

"You know, 'fuck'. Words like that."

"Don't you want me to fuck you? You don't want me to stuff my prick all the way up into your sweet little cunt and fuck the living hell out of you?"

"Yes! Just… just don't say it."

"Why not? That's what I'm going to do to you. Now tell me what you want me to do."

He teased her a little with just the end of his prick. He dragged the bulbous head up and down the liquid slash of her sex. The cunt lips trembled as he touched them. Once, his hips shot forward and she anticipated his prick shooting all the way up her taint hole. He didn't carry through. Instead, he allowed his cock to slide along the pussy lips, parting them and laying in the warm berth between them.

She was almost ready to come from his non-fucking. The nearness of his cock, the promise of the fucking, the feel of his flesh rubbing so sensuously into hers – and no penetration. She was going out of her mind with lust. She had to get all his cock buried up her cunt.

Her hips lifted off the back seat. Her lips formed the words and she almost choked on them. "F-fuck me! I want you to fuck meeeeeee!"

"How?" he demanded. "Tell me every single detail of what you want." It was getting harder and harder for him to control himself. His balls had tensed into a tight, hard sphere dangling under his long cock. The steamy stew of his jizz threatened to erupt lava-hot at any second. Only long practice and desire to bury his prick in the soft folds of her seething cunt kept the rising tide of his come back.

"I want to feel that hard-fucking prick of yours pressing into my cunt walls. I want it, I want every Goddamn inch of your cock fucking meeeee!"

He slammed forward, his prick parting her pussy lips, tasting the sweet wine of her fuck juices, and then sinking all the way up into her seething cunt.

They both tensed at the penetration as if an electric current passed through them. For a timeless second, they hung suspended, locked together, cock into cunt and then they relaxed a little.

Her fingers clawed at his back. "Just like before," she sobbed loudly. "It's too much. Fuck me, fuck me hard and fast and deep. I want it alllll!"

He couldn't even answer her the fucking had taken his breath away. His prick was completely surrounded by demanding, hot, clinging cunt wall. He felt her pussy walls begin to expand to take his meaty cock, and then, he couldn't hold back any longer. He fucked hard and fast and deep, just as she had requested.

The fucking in the back seat took them both to a different time and place. The magic of fucking had returned for them. The illicit aspect of premarital sex had been recaptured. Fucking in the drive-in also presented the possibility that someone passing by outside on their way to buy popcorn might see them. A single glance and they would get more than they bargained for.

Alan's ass was high up in the air, surging down, driving his prick firmly into the hot interior of Wendy's pussy. Her legs were up in the air, quivering whitely in the dimness. Her cunt gripped firmly at the incoming cock, hanging onto it, not wanting to let it slip free. The lewd squishing noise as he pulled out of her wet, hot depths filled the car and drowned out the voice of the characters in the movie. Neither of them noticed that. They were too engrossed in the wild, uninhibited fucking.

They had recaptured the spirit lost in their three years of marriage. Alan fucked his wife harder, with growing desperation. He had returned to his past in more ways than one. His iron-control vanished. He felt like a teenaged kid knocking off his first piece of tail. He couldn't keep the tide of his jism back much longer.

"Gotta fuck longer. Can't. Your pussy is milking me. Slow down, dammit, or I'll get off too soon," he told her.

Wendy didn't hear a single word of what he said. The blood hammered too loud in her ears. The pulse was like the pounding surf in her temples. She had her eyes closed and all that mattered to her was between her legs, driving hard into her cunt.

Cock. She needed more cock. She slipped down in the seat so that she could rock back more. This shoved her snatch firmly down around the impaling spike of his cock. She shuddered as he repeatedly drove that fierce cock into her needy pussy.

And then she came.

A slow, wracking shudder passed through her body. She moaned but the words wouldn't form into a coherent phrase. The warmth of the fucking spread from her pussy into her belly and then blasted into the rest of her like wildfire. She came hard. Their crotches ground together in the ultimate human pleasure and this set off the blazing eruption of his come.

He whitewashed the walls of her cunt with his manseed. His jism rocketed out into her greedily sucking cunt until every last drop was drained from his balls. Sweaty, tired and feeling wonderful, he collapsed forward into Wendy's arms.

She put one firm, trim leg up on either side of his body so that her heels rested on the backs of the bucket seats. Her pussy was wantonly exposed to his now limp prick. He cursed his bad luck and poor control.

"God, darling, I wish I could take advantage of you when you're like this!"

"Why should it be any different now? You took advantage of a poor, naive young virgin in this very same drive-in about six years ago."

"You weren't any virgin tonight. No virgin could fuck like that. I thought you had a velvet gloved hand inside your pussy squeezing down on me. It was great!"

"Yeah," she sighed pulling him close and letting his face press into the deep canyon between her boobs, "it was."

"I just wish…"