Robert Vickers - Three way wife

He didn't have to tell her what he wished. Wendy was sad his prick was dead, too. Fucking again would have been fantastic. But just the thrill she got out of this single screwing was nice. It relit the fires that had died between them. Fucking was something to do again, rather than just talk about.

Both of them realized that and both of them got progressively hornier thinking about their next time together.

Alan and Wendy clung closely to each other, almost as if they were afraid the other might vanish. Wendy knew why she gripped Alan's waist so hard. She didn't want the mood to vanish. The fucking in the back seat of the car had revived some of the feelings she'd had before they were mated.

Married life had gotten to be a real drag. The pattern was so, predictable it drove her out of her mind. Housework was a bore and the few nights they could afford to go out they always did the same things. Usually they got together with some friends and drank wine and talked about the same tired things. Wendy thought she would scream if she heard another word about Alan's work on computers. He was good at it and she appreciated the fact that he had the chance to move up rapidly in the company, but right now she wanted more out of him than talk.

This boredom had crept into their sex life. They only screwed on Tuesdays and Fridays now. It was almost like clockwork – and so was the fucking. Alan would run his hands up and down her body a couple times to show her he cared, then he'd kiss her boobs until she writhed a bit and then he'd stuff his prick in and fuck until he came.

Wendy wasn't sure she'd gotten off in a big way in almost a year. Tonight had reversed the tide. The idea of going to the drive-in and fucking like they had when they'd been teenagers had been spontaneous. She had insisted that they pretend they weren't married and that Alan had to try to "make" her like he had before.

It had worked. She felt a thrill when his hand crept up her leg that had long since died. When he had actually stuffed his prick in and began fucking her, it wasn't like the times they screwed in the bedroom. This had vitality, an electric quality to it that made her come hard. And she realized Alan had barely been able to control himself. He had felt the difference, too.

"Alan," she said in a tiny voice, "is your cock ready for another try?"

"Hmmm?" he said, almost dreamily. It was obvious he'd been thinking of the fucking at the drive-in just as she had. "I don't think so. I haven't felt that drained since your honeymoon!"

"Let me do something about it!"

Wendy dropped to her knees and quickly unzipped his fly before he could protest. Alan usually didn't like to fuck anywhere but in the bedroom. He said the living room wasn't right and the kitchen – he always said the kitchen was for eating only. And that was exactly what Wendy intended to do to his prick!

She looked at the feeble, limp cock as it spilled from his pants. Sighing, she pulled it to her lips and kissed. A thrill went into her body when she felt the instant response. His cock was already stiffening!

She crammed it all into her mouth and gently chewed. Alan started moaning softly to tell her this was super. He loved every second of it. She used her rough, pink tongue to slip between the coils of cock in her mouth. When the prick grew too hard to contain, she gently pushed it free of her soft, trembling lips and kissed the very end of the fuck stick.

The wild gobbling noises she made as she ate his prick filled the room. Neither of the two cared in the least. Wendy's sister might have been staying with them for the summer while their parents were back East, but she was out on a date. Besides, Wendy couldn't control her lusty feelings now. She had to eat every singe inch of that tasty prick now half-erect and pressing against her lips.

"Keep going," Alan told her. His hands laced through the lustrous strands of her fiery red hair. He pulled her mouth closer to his prick. He didn't want her stopping now. Not when the jism trapped in his balls was beginning to heat up. He wanted to face fuck her until her lips burned with the friction of the fucking. He wanted to come in her mouth.

"God," he moaned out. "This is too much. Keep sucking, damn you, keep that mouth sucking hard!"

She did. Her lips tightened around his prick in a tight "O" and her tongue caressed the entire glans with wet, rough strokes. She even tried to stuff her tongue all the way down his piss-slit. They both knew it wasn't possible but the very attempt made them both get even hotter.

His cock snapped to rigid attention. Gone was all the looseness of skin. This was a virile, ready to fuck cock. And the woman wasn't going to abandon it now. Not for a million dollars.

She sucked harder. Her cheeks went hollow under the suction she applied. Her tongue swirled all around the purpled end of his cock until Alan couldn't stand erect any more. She robbed him of his strength. He had to prop his ass against one of the counters in the kitchen.

"More," he demanded. "Suck me off!"

She turned emerald green eyes upward and knew this was exactly what she was going to do. The taste of male musk turned her on in a big way. Her tongue captured every single drop of his male essence. She rolled her tongue all around the crown of his cock and then worked her way down the sides. Tightening her jaws caused her teeth to lightly gouge into his flesh.

He groaned but she kept her face moving downward. The hurt caused by the pearly hard teeth was soothed by her ruby red, soft, wet lips. When the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth, she swallowed hard. His pecker dived down into her throat.

For a moment, she thought she was going to gag. She didn't often get the chance to deep throat him. All too often he felt obligated to eat her cunt if she gave him a blow job. For some reason, he seemed squeamish about actually putting his mouth to her cunt, even though she loved the feel of his tongue fucking deeply into her juicy twat.

She moved a little bit and rearranged the position of the cock in her throat. Now she could swallow and massage the most sensitive portion of his cock with her Adam's apple. She moved the Adam's apple up and down rapidly while moving her lips against his virile flesh. Alan almost came.

When she had to breathe again, she carefully allowed the cock to slip free of its sexy berth in her tight throat. She panted harshly to get the air into her lungs and even this turned him on more. The hot air gusted through the tangled strands of his bush. The breeze circled around his balls and caressed them in the most intimate way possible.

It was everything he could do to keep from coming. Alan moaned softly and knew that Wendy had been right about their marriage. It had been going sour from lack of excitement. By going back to the ways it had been before they were married had changed things for the better. He couldn't remember the last time he had been as excited about a chick sucking his prick.

Her tongue snaked out and gently prodded into the hairy little bag containing his balls. He felt a trembling pass throughout his loins and he fought to keep from coming. Her eager tongue diddled his balls until he was almost sobbing in an odd combination of excitement and desire.

"Yeah, baby, that's the way I love it. Keep that tongue moving all over my nuts!"

He didn't have to tell her. She was getting a huge charge out of it. To stop now would be to rob herself of incredible enjoyment. She tasted the tiny drop of bitter pre-come fluid beading at the end of his cock. The woman realized how close to coming he was. A hair-trigger and nothing more. She could get him off with very little effort on her part.

His come blazing into her mouth, sweet and tasty, salty and stimulating. That was what she wanted. But not yet. She wanted more of the hot, hard shaft of prick pressing into her lips. She wanted to taste more of his male musk and smell the arousing odor of his balls. All that and more. Dancing at the tip of her tongue was his scrotum. The hair little bag containing his balls was just working up to the point where she could feel the real agitation inside.