Bob Wallace - Hot naughty wife

"I love!" She wobbled, her knees weak. "Do it!"

"I am!" He jabbed, stuffed her cunt with his cock. "Hot and wet! Christ!"

"Heaven!" She pressed tight against the sofa for balance. She didn't want to collapse at the wrong time, "Now my ass!"

Tony slipped his juice-soaked cock from her pussy. Sticky with cream, his prick was greased and ready for her asshole. He parted the cheeks of her ass and gazed hotly at the wrinkled crack he was going to plunder.

"It looks ready."

"It is! It is!" she squealed, waiting for the blinding thrust that was promised.

The bulbous head of his cock parted the erotic ring of her asshole and disappeared. He stopped, his prick pounding, his balls rumbling. "Goddamn! It's a fuckin' vise. A dry, hot vise."

"Unnnnn," she moaned, her eyes glowing. "It's a fuckin' enema." She wiggled her ass. "Give it all to me."

Mesmerized, Tony watched as her asshole slowly gobbled up his cock. It was tight, dry, the juices on his prick the only lubricant. His groin was flush against her ass.

"Oohh, stilt. You're tearing me apart!" She gripped the couch, knuckles white, tits jammed into the velvet fabric. "Oooo, Tony!" She twisted her head and looked into his face. "Hard! Do it hard."

Tony held her hips in his bear-like paws and eased his throbbing cock from her ass. With only his prickhead tight inside, he lunged back with all his might. Gretchen's screams pierced his ears.

"Yesssss!" She almost fainted.

Tony didn't stop. He jabbed his prick back, plowing deep with each jab. He groaned, pulled out, then stuffed her cunt again, greasing his cock. He held it deep, letting the foamy froth bathe his prickshaft.

"Ohhhhh!" Gretchen went wild. Two holes. Fabulous! She rocked in place, mashing her tits into the sofa.

Tony vented his anger on her body. Quick thrusts into her pussy, then out and into her ass where the juices made it easy for him to slice into the drier hole. He ravaged both holes, his anger subsiding as passion took its place.

Gretchen rode the full fury of his anger, welcomed it, knowing the torment he was going through. It helped her. She swooned under his brutal barrage of hole-splitting shots.

"Make it happen! Make it happen!" She was losing her mind. With both holes being tortured, she couldn't get to the peak. It was held elusively beyond her reach.

Tony was in the same boat. He pulled from her ass and plowed into her pussy, ready to concentrate on her hot, bubbling cunt. "Here we go."

She gasped, needing the orgasm, needing to end her two-day spree of debauchery. "Cum! Gum!"

"You first, baby," he snarled. "I'll be right behind yau."

It was all the incentive Gretchen needed. Her cunt exploded and torrents of hot pussy juice gushed from the pulsing walls of her spongy, ravaged cunt. "I'm cuming! I'm cream… inggggg!"

It was Tony's trigger. His balls churned their load, then burst. "Me toooo!" he bellowed as a hot river of jizz spurted from his pisser.

His muscles strained as wad after wad of cum poured from his dilated piss-slot. His chest heaved, his heart pounding in rhythm to his squirting cock. All of his strength became concentrated in his manic stabs.

"I feel it! I'm drowning!" She bucked, almost falling. She caught herself and slammed back to greet each magnificent lunge of his cock.

Hot waves of exquisite orgasms washed over her quivering flesh. Her blood seemed to burn as it gushed through her body. Nerve endings seemed to explode from the tips of her fingers down to the volcanic depths of her pussy.

"High! Take me higher!" She wrenched her neck, glared into his face. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her head dropped with a thud.

Tony tried the impossible and succeeded. His balls and prick responded. He pierced her pussy, still pouring hot wads of jizz into her overflowing pussy.

"Yessssss!" She clawed the sofa like an enraged cat as her orgasms overwhelmed her. She shoved back and was driven forward, then shoved back again, matching his strength. "Tonnnnn-yyyyyyy!" She crumbled, drained, weak as a kitten.

Tony didn't stop. Three quick lunges, two spurting loads, the last dribbling from his cockhead. He grunted and stopped.

Tony rolled off, paining for air. He dropped to the floor, gasping huge quantities of air into his tired lungs. "I have not fucked like that since my honeymoon."

Gretchen fell forward and rolled to the floor. She cuddled close. "Maybe you should get mad more often."

"Yeah." It came out as a laugh.

"I'm just happy Patsy didn't walk in. I would have hated to stop."

"She should be here anytime now," he said, his breathing back to normal.

"Why don't we wait like this?" She snuggled into his arms and held his meat prick. "I'd love to see her face."

"So would I." He snickered. "It'll serve the little bitch right."

The door opened.

"I think she's here now," Gretchen whispered. "Here comes the storm."

Patsy stalked into the room. Her face flooded with anger as she saw them on the floor. She caught her breath, eyes glowing with hate. "Gretchen, you rotten bitch!" she screamed. "Get away from him."

Gretchen sat up and smiled. "Come off your high horse, little sister." She laid her hand over Tony's cock. "I was keeping him company until you came home."

Tony looked at Patsy, then Gretchen who had gotten to her feet. Then his eyes drifted back to Patsy and a silly grin spread over his face.

"How could you?" Patsy sobbed, falling into a chair.

"It was easy," Tony grunted, pulling himself up from the floor. "You sister is a real tigress. I never knew."

"You bastard," she spat.

"Cunt the slit, Patsy," he snarled. "I know what you were doing with Ray. Giving him dinner. Bullshit! You were spreading your legs and fucking him!"

Patti went into shock. "How… how?" She looked at Gretchen.

"I walked in yesterday and caught the first show." She finished dressing, bent over and kissed Patsy on the cheek. "But don't let it get you down. At least we're all family." She laughed and left, leaving Patsy dazed and Tony grinning.

Gretchen walked into her house. It was time to bring everything out into the open. "Ray!" She checked the kitchen and living room. "Ray?"

There was no answer and she climbed the stairs, becoming nervous with each slow step. The sound of the shower brought her down the hall and through the bedroom. She saw the bathroom door open. Steeling herself, she went in.

A crooked smile graced her face. "How was dinner?" she asked, sitting on the toilet.

Her voice startled Ray. "Is that you, honey?" he asked, dropping the soap.

"Who did you expect?" she asked wryly.

He slid the glass door back and poked his wet head out. "I missed you," He threw her a kiss. "How about doing my back?"

"Sounds like fun." She took the soap he offered and reached in and soaped his back. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

"Nothing," he said, enjoying the lazy way she was rubbing his back.

"You must be horny as hell." She brought the soap down and slid it between the cheeks of his ass. "No sex for – how long has it been – four days?"

"Sounds right." She squirmed as she tried poking the soap in his ass. "I've been going crazy without you."

"I'll bet," she muttered, jabbing the soap into his ass.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He squirmed and turned. His cock, wet, soapy, and limp, hung between his legs.

"Nothing," she purred, gazing at his cock. She rubbed his groin with soap, working a lather around his prick.

"Did Patsy take care of you okay?" She grabbed his limp prick in her soapy hands and stroked it.

"She made me a few meals," he said, wondering why she was acting so odd. "She left a little while ago."

"She's pretty sexy, huh?"