Bob Wallace - Overeager orgy wife

Carl was floored. He felt as if he had been hit by a tank. She was right. For months, he had fucked his secretary and anyone else under twenty-five who was available.

His jealousy shattered like cheap glass. He saw her face, saw the face of the bride he had married eleven years ago, and realized his fear of growing old had ruined their marriage. His obsession with youth had destroyed them.

He dropped his arms in defeat. "Go on. I won't stop you… I don't deserve your love."

Free at last, she picked up her luggage and walked to the doer. She turned, looked at him the man she had cherished and loved for so long. The only man she had ever loved. "I love you, Carl. I always will."

He looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. "I love you, Babs." He heaved a deep breath of remorse. His face changed. "I… I was afraid… afraid of getting old. I guess I was trying to be a kid again." He paused. "I don't want to be a kid I don't want to fuck those empty-headed girls." He paused again. "I want you."

"I used to be one, of those empty-headed girls you fucked, when we first got married," she reminded him. A smile cracked her sad face.

"Never, you were never empty-headed. I guess I was searching for our youth."

"It will always be with us, if you don't worry about the years." She dropped the suitcases.

"Do you want to try again?" he asked gently, his mind screaming for another chance.

She nodded, taking a step toward him. "It'll take time. The things I've done, I'm ashamed of. It'll take time for me to forget what I could have become."

"Thu could never be a tramp. I neglected you. Spending my time in the sack with dumb pussy. We have to put these things behind us. Think of the future and not the past." He was speaking for himself, then he added, "I drove you to do those things."

"We'll help each other to forget," she sobbed, going into his arms. "We'll wipe away my shame."

"There is no shame," he told her, holding her, showering her with kisses. "I'm the one who ought to be ashamed." He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the stairs. "I made an ass out of myself and forgot how beautiful and sexy my wife really is… I can't have forgotten. You're the sexiest woman on earth." He carded her upstairs to their room, Barbara snuggling close to him.

As they approached the bedroom down the hall, Barbara clutched him tighter. "How do I make it up to you… the men… what I've done?"

"We start fresh. There are things we both have to forget, things we've both done wrong. Once we cross over into the bedroom, there is no past, nothing to make up there is only the future ahead of us."

"Ohhhh, my darling," she cried as he carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. "Carl, take me. Fuck me! Fuck me blind like you used to."

Carl was naked in a blink of an eye, his hard-muscled body aching to be in his wife's arms again. His cock throbbed as he climbed on the bed and grabbed her clothes, ripping them off her until she lay beside him naked and hot, ready to begin their life together again.

She rolled into his strong embrace and kissed him, her, tongue invading his mouth. She gurgled dreamily in her husband's arms as he sucked her tongue and caressed her quivering hot body, kneading her silky-smooth skin, his cock burning into her belly.

"I've prayed for this moment." She kissed him back with fervid enthusiasm, frantically kissing him all over his face, down his neck where she became more urgent, her kisses turning to nips, tiny love bites that had Carl moaning pleasurably.

"I've been so stupid, so wrong," Carl moaned, hating himself.

Her head came up from his chest. "No more talk of the past. Only the future." She swooped down and attacked his hard stomach with her nipping teeth, her bites more demanding, harder as she worked closer and closer to his cock…

"Babs," he groaned deliriously, his hands seeking her tits. "Babs!" His hands found the fleshy tit globes and squeezed. He squirmed, holding his wife's its, reveling her avid mouth. He was content, the need to prove himself gone, the need to be young again evaporating under Barbara's hot energetic mouth. "Ohhhhh… I love you, Babs."

She planted a kiss on the tip of his hard cock and scrambled between his legs. His prick was towering above his groin. She licked her lips and brought her race back to his prick.

"Oaaahhh!" he groaned as her mouth turned into a rageing hot furnace and enveloped his cock. "Jesus Christ!" He jabbed up, feeling his cockhead sink into her throat.

Barbara wallowed in his moans of pleasure. It was like old times. He was enjoying her, and her heart felt as if it would burst with happiness. She sucked his prick into her throat, her hands skimming under his body and clamping onto his ass cheeks. Her nails sank into his ass flesh as she dined ravenously on his prick, covering his cock with sucks, bites, and chewing nips.

"Aghhhhhh!" Carl groaned, fucking into her face, her mouth reminding him of just how fantastic she really was. "Baby! Baby!" He lunged up, fucking his prick to the balls, his groin grinding into her lips and nose.

With ecstatic joy, Barbara accepted his cock, gobbling voraciously. His cock hair tickled her nose when he slammed into her. Her nails dug into him like spurs, raking his ass while he fucked and stabbed his prick into her throat. She was in heaven he was back!

Drawing her cheeks in, she sucked greedily and dragged her head back; he battled to keep his prick inside her tight gullet. Her teeth grazed along his prickshaft and stopped below his bell-shaped cockhead. With only his prickhead in her mouth, while he jabbed and humped, she sucked and whipped her tongue over his cock, slapping it like a wet leather strap.

Carl went insane with his prick trapped between her teeth. He thrashed wildly on the bed, his prick throbbing painfully, his balls aching to be emptied. "Baby! Baby! Christ!" He lunged up and growled, her teeth gnawing his rigid prickshaft and her tongue slashing across his cockhead. Her cocksucking transformed him into a madman.

Barbara had him where she wanted him. She pulled her mouth off his cock. He gasped as he dropped back onto the bed, twitching mindlessly. She clawed her nails out from under him and over his balls, then up his spit soaked cock.

"Now I want your cock in my pussy."

Carl was raging as Barbara straddled him. "Baby, I'm gonna fuck you blind!"

She leered at him, her eyes intense, her cheeks flaring, and her mouth. Contorting lewdly, her tongue flicking in and out. "I hope so, darling."

With her eyes burning into Carl's flushed and tight face, she reached down and grabbed his big cock. She gouged his prick through her wet steaming cunt gash. The shuddering contact almost made her faint. She studdied herself and eased the bloated cockhead between her cuntlips. She came slamming down, her cunt gulping his cock in one delicious swallow. "Unnnngggg," she groaned, her pussy stuffed with her husband's cock. It sent her reeling, and she swayed precariously, her eyes dilating, her the heaving as she tried to breathe. Carl stiffened, his back arching, his arms going for Barbara's magnificent tits. He pawed her tits, his fingers sinking in and out of the resilient cunt flesh, his prick burning in the boiling fuck-juices that steeped his cock in the buttery warmth of her pussy. He was greased for the onslaught ahead.

He leered up into her beautiful face. "Babs! Babs! You're gorgeous… so fantastically gorgeous!" He released her tits, wanting to admire her tits as he had done the first time he had seen them. He looked at the plump mounds of tit flesh soft, sweet, and juicy. Her tits were even more beautiful now.

She was drunk with passion and love for her husband. His compliments filled her with joy. "They're yours forever, my darling husband. Forever!" She leaned forward, slapping her bloated tits over his face.