Bob Wallace - Hot naughty wife

"You're fantastic!"

"You haven't seen anything yet," she purred. She went back to his feet, licked the soles, then gobbled his toes again, soaking them in saliva.

"My cock," he howled.

Gretchen was ready now. She moved up his leg, leaving a trail of drool. She rubbed her cunt against his knee. A mild spasm trickled through her pussy. She was on fire and knew it. Never had she been this hot, this excited. It was as if the days of adultery had keyed her senses to a sharp edge. She wondered if Ray felt the same way.

"Yeahhhhh," Ray groaned as her mouth found his cock. "Suck it! Suck it!" He lunged.

Gretchen caught his lunge, taking his prick into her warm mouth. She sucked the head, swirling her tongue around and around the bell-shaped head. Balancing herself, she worked her hips in a circle, her cunt tight against his leg. Spasms rippled through her pussy and she had to fight her lust to keep from climbing on top and riding his cock.

Ray reached down, found one oversized tit and squeezed. It felt soft, silky in his hand, heated by the blood boiling in her veins. "Sweetheart," he mumbled, jerking his hips. "Ummmm!"

Gretchen gurgled, squirmed her hips and creamed his leg. Her nipple hardened against his palm. She made sucking gasps and dribbled spit. It ran down his prickshaft, forming a puddle.

She filled her mouth with prick-meat, then pushed, taking his prick into her throat. Two days of continuous practice made it easy. At once her lips were flush against his groin and his throbbing cock was stuffed deep in her gullet.

He arched his back, slammed, then dropped back. Her teeth gnawed at his cock and reminded him to be still and not move. He obeyed, but gripped her tit more tightly.

Gretchen slobbered on his prick, bobbed her head up and down. Warm lips glided over his shaft and frantic slaps of her tongue beat on his cock. Her teeth scraped.

With her mouth working erotically on his cock, she kept her hips in constant motion. Her clit rubbed into the rough skin of his knee, causing lights to flash behind her closed eyes.

In the back of her lust-sopped brain, she sensed Ray was ready. His cock was swelling, throbbing maniacally in her throat. She lifted her head, taking her mouth off his cock.

"You can't cum yet," she panted.

"Get on me, baby. Climb onto my cock." He was crazy-hot for her pussy. "Now!"

She shook her head, her lust-glazed eyes dancing. "I wanna cum on your leg first."

Ray moaned, conceding to her desires. "Make it quick, baby. I can't hold out much longer."

"You'll survive. Watch me."

He felt the heat of her cunt, the warm juices flowing over his knee. His eyes settled onto her flushed face.

"Oooo, Ray. I'm gonna cream!"

She slid effortlessly over his knee, getting closer and closer to her orgasm with each fluid movement. "Oooo, I'm almost there."

Ray gawked. It was so erotic, so exciting. His eyes dropped to her huge tits swinging in rhythm to her movements. He reached for them, grabbing one tit in each hand.

"Yessss," she hissed. "Squeeze them hard when I cum." Her tits felt heavy and his hands took away the agony of their weight. "I'm there, honey! Oooo!"

She rocked back and forth on his knee as her first orgasm drew her quickly into its center. Her eyes focused on his face. "I'm cuming!" It was a low, hoarse whisper. "Oooo, Ray. I'm cuming!"

Ray watched, entranced. Her face contorted in bliss and he squeezed her pulpy tits, making her squeal. His cock throbbed as if it were buried inside the heat of her pussy.

Gretchen's cunt walls contracted on emptiness and her pussy-cream flowed. Her movements turned from liquid motion to short, jerky twitches. "I'm cuming!" she cried. Her clit ground into his knee and she gasped, her elbows almost giving out.

Ray squeezed hard, milking her tits roughly as the warm cunt juice soaked him in sticky heat. He watched her face flush deep red, her eyes bulge, her mouth sag, and her tongue fucker out frantically.

With her eyes fixed on Ray, she screamed again, his face blurring. Twitching, her head snapped back and she shuddered.

"Oooo," she swooned. She collapsed on top of him, squirming her hips. Her self induced orgasm left her body tingling.

She slobbered on his belly and clawed his chest until her body stopped moving. Catching her breath, she hauled herself up. "Did you like watching me cum?" Her face was bright and her eyes had a glassy glow.

"Jesus, baby. It blew my mind!"

"Now we'll do it together," she whispered, climbing over him. She straddled his towering cock and squeezed her cunt down. His cock was plastered against his groin and flush against the puffy lips of her overheated pussy.

"Mmmmm, it feels good." She slid back and forth, soaking his cock in juice. "Looks good too." She gazed at his prickhead sticking out, a filmy white cream covering it.

Ray growled, grabbed her hips and lifted her. His cock sprang to attention. In one quick jerk, he slammed her down, burying his prick deep in her pussy. He groaned, contented.

"Oooo, I love it!" She wiggled her hips and used her cunt muscles to massage his buried prick. "Oooo, I'm in heaven!"

Ray grabbed her around the neck and pulled her to his mouth. He feasted on her lips, chewing and sucking. His hips lunged at the same time, driving his prick in and out of her cunt.

Gretchen struggled away. She saw in his eyes the same thing she was thinking.

Ray caught the signal and understood. With his cock buried inside her, Gretchen put their thoughts into words. "You can still fuck Patsy if you want," she said. Her cunt contracted wildly at the erotic thought.

Drunk with passion, Ray groaned. Gretchen's hips rotated, keeping up the friction of his buried cock and her own cunt. "The four of us can have a party together." The talk was getting her hotter, much hotter. "I didn't get to see you fuck her. I'm dying to watch."

Ray mangled her tits. The nipples burned into his palms. "Maybe you and Patsy can make it together while Tony and I watch." His blood was boiling.

"Mmmm, I'd like to eat my sister." She kept quiet about Roger and his secretary. Another time she would tell him. "We can have a ball."

Visions of Gretchen's idea bombarded his brain. He lunged up, jabbing her oozing pussy. It was wild!

In a super feat of strength, fed by his lust, he pulled her down and rolled, ending up on top, his prick deep, his arms stiff, his eyes burning into her face. "We're gonna have a blast." He jammed hard. "Will you be jealous?"

She lunged back, ground her clit into him. "No, will you?"

"Not as long as we know it's only in fun." He slammed into her and she moaned.

"I only want you." She raked his arms and settled into the fantastic fuck. She absorbed his pounding. She ground her clit into his hard driving groin, whimpering in ecstasy.

Driven by his passion and the knowledge of what they would eventually do, Ray became a madman. "What if they don't agree?" he groaned, between hard pumps.

"We'll find others." She lashed her body into his with wild abandonment.

The talking was finished. Their bodies met in passion. Hard slamming jabs, upward lunges, each was trying to please, each lost in the fantasy of the future and the lust it had created. The bed groaned under the fury of their whacking frames. Their moans and howls of pleasure filled the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing in their skulls.

Ray leered into her face. "I'm there," he growled hoarsely. "I'm gonna blast your cunt."

"Fill me my darling. Cream my fucking cunt."

She battered her body into his, tits floundering, nipples swelling, ready to bust open. Her cunt felt like it was on tire. Rotating her hips, she climbed steadily to the peak, trembling in joy as it reached out for her.

Ray slammed, pounded her into the mattress, his strength overwhelming. His prick swelled, his nuts ached. It wouldn't be long now. His furious jabs turned Gretchen into a screaming demon.