Bob Wallace - Hot naughty wife

"Now! Now!" She was impatient. She needed that fabulous lunge!

He didn't keep her waiting. One powerful jab sent his prick in to the root again. His knees buckled, then stiffened as she squealed her pleasure.

"Aiieee!" She went into a spasm. Her clit – hard and filled with blood – smashed into the desk again. She twisted her hips, grinding her cunt into the hard, unyielding edge.

"You're fantastic!" She rotated her hips, her upper body twisting, her tits crushed. She clutched the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she held on.

"More! More!" she screamed, her body wiggling on the desk. "Fuck me!"

Roger held tight and began to pump. The cum in his balls turned to fire. His prick swelled, stretching the cushiony walls of her pussyhole.

"Unnmmm," she moaned with each deep plunge. "Oooo, God. I'm out of my fuckin' mind!" Her blue eyes floated in their sockets, glazed and dilated. "Faster! Faster!" The pace was maddening!

"When I'm ready," he hissed through clenched teeth. His face froze in a mask of lust and determination. If his sister-in-law wanted his cock, she'd take it his way or not at all. He continued the painstakingly slow jabs that kept her wailing for more.

The room became a blur. She lifted her head and spotted the intercom. A sly, dirty smile crossed over her passion-crazed face. Drunk with lust, out of her mind with revenge, and wanting to do anything to satisfy both, she reached for the intercom.

"What the fuck you doing?" he roared, plowing hard into her pussy with his cock. "Christ!"

As her cunt ground in the desk, the room seemed to spin. She pushed the button. "Rachael! Rachael!" she shouted. "Get the fuck in here and tell your boss to fuck me faster." She dropped her head back on the desk and moaned.

"You're crazy!" He jammed her viciously, making her scream in agony as her cunt twisted into the wood.

Gretchen snapped her head around and gave him a drunken smile. "Maybe Rachael will speed you [missing text]."

Roger boiled in a mixture of anger, lust, and indecision. He turned his head as the door opened. A helpless look adorned his face.

Rachael froze in the doorway. Her mouth dropped open and her green eyes widened. "Holy shit!"

Gretchen looked over, saw Rachael. "Tell him to fuck me. He's torturing me!"

Having his girl friend in the room only added flavor to what was happening. He had not expected it. He grinned. "If you're staying, close the door."

Still shacked, Rachael nodded and closed the door. Aroused by the erotic sight, she sat down in a chair next to them. A smile fucked across her face and she leaned back, a tremor sweeping through her body.

"You better fuck her, Roger," she whispered hoarsely. "And then you better have some left over for me."

He slammed Gretchen hard, driving his cock to the root and mashing his sister-in-law into the desk. "You dumb bitch!" He fucked hard, pounding her body, his cock cutting through the spongy heat of her cunt in short, quick jabs.

"Yessss," Gretchen cried. "Yessss!" She worked with him, catching his pace, anxiously waiting for each thrust. She met him, absorbed his stabs and struggled for more. It was very exciting and erotic to have an audience.

She twisted her head and stared into Rachael's face. "He's sooo, sooo big!" Her eyes rolled.

"I know," Rachael murmured, entranced with the sight of Roger plowing his cock into Gretchen's pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, juice soaked her panties.

Gretchen forgot about her audience and concentrated on the pleasure of Roger's driving prick. She rocked her hips, squeezing every ounce of pleasure from his thrusts.

Roger looked down at his sister-in-law, then at his girl friend. In his lust-sopped brain, he was already thanking Gretchen. It looked as if it were going to be one terrific day.

He shoved forward, sinking his cock into the hilt. Gretchen moaned. He held her hips, his thumbs sinking into her ass. Parting her lush ass mounds, he stared down at his skewering prick, as he raced toward the peak and his rumbling orgasm.

"I'm… getting… there!" Gretchen shrieked with each dynamite thrust. "Ooo, Roger! I'm… gonna… cream!" She kept her dazed glassy eyes on Rachael. "I'm gonna cum! Ooooo!"

Rachael gulped. It was blowing her mind. She squirmed in the chair and watched, first Gretchen, then Roger. She felt herself spasm, then shiver.

Roger's thrusts became more demonic. His prick grew to greater proportions, his balls swelled in their sac, swinging back and forth. "I'm there too, baby. Right with you!"

Gretchen's pussy exploded. Hot, syrupy cunt muscles pulsed against Roger's lashing cock. "I'm cuming!" Her head snapped back, then dropped.

Roger, as he tore through her spongy cunt, felt the full fury of her orgasm. Hard slams drove her into the desk, each one mangling her clit against the wood. His prick was ready, only seconds away from erupting.

"Cum! Cummm!" she screamed, wanting the hot white jizz of his prick to flood her cunt and take her higher. "Cummmm!" She swirled in orgasm, waiting for the first load to fill her pussy.

Roger's cock exploded into the soupy heat of Gretchen's cunt. Hot cum gushed from his prick like a broken waterpipe. "I ammmmm!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs. "I'm cumingggg!"

"Yessss!" Another climax ripped through Gretchen's pussy as it filled with white thick jism. She pounded the desk, drool oozing from her open mouth. Her eyes bulged, nostrils flared, and her face turned beet red.

"Harder! Harder!" She battled him, matching his passion with her own. Their orgasms blended, building, growing stronger. The room started to spin and she gripped the desk to keep from falling.

Roger's cock spewed wads of cum in fast let squirts. His hips became a blur. His prick throbbed, drawing strength from the rest of his body. His gut tightened, his chest heaved and his head twisted on his shoulders. His balls thudded against the back of her thighs.

Gretchen went into contortions. She bucked as if she were being spurred. The room grayed out, then cleared. Another orgasm shot through her cock-stuffed pussy and her legs gave out. She held on, screaming out obscenities as her knees banged into the side of the desk. Her cunt, mangled, became raw, oversensitive.

A high-pitched shriek came from her drooling mouth and she began to twitch as she skittered down the other side of her fantastic climax.

Roger, drained, his nuts aching, began to slow, his prick and balls empty. He grunted, stopped, his prick half-buried. He still felt the pressure of her ebbing climax against his shrinking cockshaft. Sated, he slipped from her pussy and staggered over to the couch and collapsed.

A whimpering sigh escaped Gretchen's lips as she slithered off the desk into a heap on the floor. She caught her breath and glanced up at Rachael.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Rachael was speechless for a moment. Finally she opened her mouth. "I'm creaming."

Gretchen giggled. "I've never been fucked in front of an audience. I like it."

Rachael looked over at a tired Roger. "I think you fucked him out." She pouted. "Now what the hell am I going to do?"

Wanting to go as far as possible into the world of forbidden sex, she whispered. "I have an idea."

"Tell me."

"If you stripped and got on the desk." She paused, debating the idea. She decided. "I'll eat you."

Rachael's eyes popped.

"If Roger watches, I'm sure it'll give him a hard-on again. If not, at least I'll be able to get you off with my mouth."

Rachael glanced at Roger's limp prick, then back at Gretchen. She was boiling hot and the idea excited her. "Why not?"

The plan worked. Roger's prick was hard again in minutes and the three finished the impromptu party completely satisfied.

After Gretchen finished dressing she faced her brother-in-law. "I'll never say anything to Ray about today," she promised as Roger walked her to the door. "It'll be our secret."