Bob Wallace - Hot willing housewife

He tore at his clothes, jealousy turning him into a madman. Stripped, he pounced on the bed, blanketing her with his body. "Whore!"

Jessica lay docile. "Go ahead," she sobbed as he pushed her legs apart and forced himself between her. "One more rape won't matter."

The meaning didn't penetrate his brain. He forced his cock between the dry folds of her pussy and pushed. The blunted head of his prick gouged her cunt. He grunted, cramming his cock in to the hilt.

She lay still, accepting his abuse, wanting it, needing it. She took his punishing slams and shuddered.

Rage kept him pounding into her inert body. Jealousy propelled him.

She looked up into his taut face, saw the hurt, the anguish. "Fuck me if it'll help. Do whatever you want." She lay back offering herself.

He pounded her hard. Each thrust helped to erode his unreasonable jealousy. He stopped short. Panting, he looked down into his wife's blank face. "I love you."

"I love you too," she responded weakly.

He couldn't go on. He pulled his cock from her body and rolled to his back. "It's all my fault." He closed his eyes, tried to shut out what he had done to their marriage.

Sniffing back her tears, she went into his arms, kissing him gently all over his chest. "The only thing that matters now is you and I and the future." Her hand slithered down his body, gripped his cock. Her fingers squeezed. Her mouth followed the same path until her lips engulfed his hard prick.

"Oh, sweetheart," he groaned, twisting on his back.

She gnawed the base of his cockshaft. She brought her mouth to his balls, where her tongue tickled his nut-sac. She enjoyed the rough texture.

He arched his back. "Oh, Jessica… never again," he promised.

She came up from between his legs. "Shhh, my darling husband. The past is behind us." Her tongue fucked over his prickhead, then she captured him with her mouth. She sucked.

He lunged. His cock speared headlong into her throat. "Chew it. Chew it!" His body dropped back to the bed.

She was ecstatic. She had her husband back! All the horror of the rape was instantly erased with that one wonderful thought.

Jessica took her husband deep. Her head bobbed frantically. Her tongue whipped over the bulky width of his cockshaft. With his cock lodged in her throat, she scrambled over his leg, jabbed her cunt on to his knee.

He realized now how much he had missed making love to his wife – her mouth was fantastic! "Chew it like you used to, Jess."

Jessica pulled her mouth off his cock, glared at the stiff beam. Her hips glided, dragging her cunt over his knee. She scratched his towering prick with her nails, watching it twitch in a reflex action.

"You like that?"

Roger moaned, jammed his knee into her cunt. "Yeah, it's like making love to a cat."

Giggling devilishly, she dragged her nails lightly over his thick-skinned nut-sac. Purring like a contented cat, she gorged herself on his cockmeat.

"Jess!" Her teeth were sharp against his stiff cockshaft. Pumping thrusts drove his cock in and out of her slurping mouth.

Jessica gnawed her husband's thick prick, crushed her cunt into his knee, and drenched him in pussy juice.

Roger gabbed her wet blonde hair with his fists, jabbed her throat repeatedly. Gurgling groans emitted from his open mouth. "No!"

Her teeth had sunk dangerously deep into his prick shaft. She held him with her clenched teeth, waiting for him to release her hair. His prick throbbed against her lips.

Roger surrendered. He eased his fingers from her hair. "You win."

Dragging her teeth up his prickshaft, she popped her mouth off. "We both win." She winked and, went back to work on his cock to prove her point.

Roger moaned in agreement. Her hot mouth made him a believer. He rolled his hips, reveling in the pleasure of Jessica's expert sucking. His breath hissed out, his stomach tightening into a steel ball.

She showered his cock with all the love she possessed. Long sucking kisses. Tantalizing nips in the pulsing shaft. Whipping slaps of her tongue. She blended them all, all the sensations of her magical mouth.

"No more," he growled. "No… more!" He twisted, not wanting to end it all in her mouth.

Jessica pulled her mouth from his cock. "Why?" she teased, licking her lips. "Don't you wanna cum?"

"Yeah, but in your pussy."

"Sounds great." She wriggled her hips as her cunt oozed juice over his knee. "Feel how wet my pussy is?"

"Hot too," he grunted, jabbing his knee into her pussy.

"Owww," she pouted. "If you're going to fuck me, don't hurt it."

Roger grabbed her wrist and pulled her down on the bed beside him. "Your cunt belongs to me and I'll do what I want with it."

"Yes, my husband." She spread her legs wide. "I'm yours forever."

Roger lunged quickly into her pussy. His cock jabbed deep, buried to his balls. This time it was for love, not jealousy, anger, or any other reason.

Jessica welcomed his prick. Warm cunt juice greased a hot path for him.

"Make it last forever," she sighed breathlessly. It felt wonderful. It was like when they were first married all over again. "Slow, like we used to do it."

Roger remembered. He eased back, fighting the pressure of her turned-on pussy. "Whewww!" Only his cockhead remained inside her scalding hot cunt hole.

"Like the way I use my muscles?"

He groaned his reply and twisted his hips. Hard inches twisted into her pussy as he continued to rotate his lower body. "How about that?"

"We've come a long way since our wedding night."

With a surprise move he hinged the last few hard inches of his cock into her unsuspecting body.

"Ahhh!" Her back bowed, legs stiffened, hands reached up touched his face. "Again! Oooo, again!"

"You do it," he gasped, pulling back out.

Easily, the couple fell back into the reined give-and-take of their lovemaking. Each knew the other intimately. Each knew what pleased the other. The pain of the past became obscure.

Roger lunged forward – games were over. His thick-beamed cock reached the bottom of her bubbling pussy. He was fuming with passion.

Jessica's back arched, engulfing his hard cock with her cunt. Dreamy-eyed, she gazed with love at her husband. "Oh, Roger!"

He stuffed her cunt again. Three quick stabs. Then nothing – he stopped pumping.

Jessica reacted to his plunging thrusts, bucking, jerking, then falling back on the bed. Whimpering like a lost kitten, she rolled her hips, feeling her husband's cock reach deep inside her.

Roger watched her. He enjoyed her reaction. "You ready for that again?"

"Oh yes," she raved. "Again! Again! Do it again!"

Roger complied with his beautiful wife's wishes. With twice the strength and twice the speed, he plunged into the clenching pussy muscles that grabbed his prick.

A long, drawn-out sigh of ecstasy escaped Jessica's lips. Open-mouthed and clinging, she churned her hips, fucking herself onto his cock.

"Your turn now, baby." He eased his cock out to the bloated head.

A wanton smile graced Jessica's mouth. Using her hips, she squished her wet cunt onto his cock, impaling herself over and over again. Her cunt mashed into his groin each time. Her tits floundered, ached. The nipples were ready to burst as the blood surged through her body.

Roger set a steady pace. He kept his wife at the dizzy heights with violent jabs. Relentlessly, he skewered her vat of buttery pussy juice.

Whacking stabs were met with soft thuds. His face tightened into a mask of sheer lust. His gray eyes fixed on the lewd expression on his wife's face.

"Your pussy is getting hotter," he groaned loudly.

She hissed out her breath. "I feel your cock throbbing in me. Your balls are hitting my ass cheeks."

She pulled herself up. Her arms came around his broad shoulders. Tits crushed into hard chest muscles. She covered his face with wet sticky kisses, murmuring with delight. In the next moment, she sank her teeth into his neck and sucked on the warm crook of his neck.