Bob Wallace - Overeager orgy wife

Barbara swirled in a sea of mixed emotions. Jeff's tongue in her mouth was exciting her, and she pressed harder into his muscular frame. She felt the hardness of his cock against her belly and swooned, gobbling on his tongue, entwining it with her own.

"Ooooo, God," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "I feel like a virgin, and the bed over there is making me cream and shake at the same time."

Jeff smiled warmly. His fingers deftly ran the buttoned the front of her soft cashmere sweater, gradually exposing the creamy white flesh of her dynamite body.

"Relax, Babs," he soothed with his deep sensual voice.

He kissed her neck on both sides as he opened the last button. Expertly, he eased the sweater off her shoulders and down her arms, acting casual, taking care not to rush and alarm her. He carefully laid her sweater on the back of a chair and took the trembling woman into his arms again.

"Ooooo, Jeff," she whimpered excitedly and uneasily at the same time. She felt his fingers unhooking her bra in the back. "Oooo, God, I'm burning up."

"You're gorgeous," he said, eyeing her bare tits, his throat raspy and hoarse from the passion that surged through him. His hands spanned the magnificent twin globes of tit flesh, his fingers sinking into the pliant tit meat. He moaned. Hot hard nipples seared the palms of his hands. "Sweet Babs… sweet, sweet tits."

Barbara thrilled to his hot sizzling stare. She tingled under his powerful hands milking her swollen tits.

"Ooooo, Jeff." She stepped back away from his kneading fingers, shaking, her throat tight. Self-consciously, she held her tits.

"They're not too big." She turned, giving him a side view of her huge tits. "I'm not a kid anymore. I'm getting older, you know."

She scanned his devouring blue eyes, searching for a look, anything that would prove she was right. There was only lust in his eyes pure animal lust. It made her heart skip a beat.

"You're no kid," he said, taking her wrist and pulling her back into his arms, "but you're not getting old. Your tits… your body… you're perfect."

Jeff opened her skirt button, his cock thumping. The skirt fell to her feet, and he cupped the cheeks of her panty clad ass with the palms of his hands. "I'm glad you're not disappointed." She clung to him, her fear of getting old keeping her from flaunting her exquisite-looking body.

Jeff stepped back to marvel at her tits and placed her hand on his crotch. "If you were old, sagging, and turning to flab, would, my cock be throbbing like this?"

Barbara swooned, her hand clutching his bulging hard-on through his pants. She wanted to believe him. She nodded, dropping to her knees, fumbling with his zipper, keeping his view of her body to a minimum. She possessed a nagging fear that if he had good look at her, his prick would turn soft.

She hauled his long thick prick out of his pants and gasped when she saw it.

Barbara had been a virgin bride at twenty-four and had always been faithful to Carl during her cloven years of marriage… Until now. She felt self-conscious, nervous.

Her head reeled. She held his cock tightly, her insides churning. For a second, she almost stopped herself before going any further, but the image of her husband with that little tramp kept her going.

Jeff leered at her, amazed at her innocence and lack of confidence. She was a fantastic looking woman, built like a brick shit house and twice as gorgeous.

"Lick it, Babs." It was almost like taking a virgin, and he hadn't done that in years, not since high school.

Barbara looked up at him, her eyes filmy with desire. The hurt of seeing Carl with someone else was behind that desire. She trembled and bit her lip in a bashful manner.

In that one unguarded moment, Jeff saw into Barbara's soul. "If you want to stop, we can leave."

She shook her tend, her hand slipping up and down the length of his prick. "No," she whispered, meaning it, not just for revenge, but because Jeff made her feel like a woman again. She wanted him; her cunt ached for him. "I want to, Jeff. I want to do everything with you."

"Then lick my cock and relax." He worked his belt open and dropped his pants and shorts to give Barbara room to feast on his hard cock.

She giggled like a schoolgirl and pushed him back on the bed. She quickly skimmed off his pants and shorts. "If you want me to lick you, you'll have to be stripped."

She worked his socks and shoes off as Jeff took his suit coat, shirt and tie off. He threw them across the room, where they landed on the floor. She saw his clothes, crumpled in a heap. Hesitantly, she stood in full view of his horny gaze. She was shy about him seeing her half naked, but she wanted to overcome her fear of being old.

"You can't leave your clothes all over the floor like that," she said, giving him an innocent wink. Her checks blushed as she walked across the room, swinging her ass wrapped in tight orange bikini panties, her high heels giving her long sexy legs added length.

"You look fabulous, Babs, fabulous!" he groaned. His cock was throbbing incessantly for her. "Fab… u… lous!"

Barbara blushed, a hint of her old confidence returning. She bent over to pick up his clothes, feeling his burning eyes on her. She hold the erotic pose for a second, then straightened up and arranged his dailies neatly over a chair.

She turned toward Jeff, still blushing. "NOW for your cock," she whispered, strutting back to him, her tits swaying, her hips rocking. The classy lilt was returning to her walk.

She looked at his groin. Her mouth watered for his prick. It was a meaty cock towering above the thick curly mass of his groin hair. She started to drop to her knees.

"No," he gasped. "Let me feast my eyes on you for a minute." He leered openly, licking his lips, enjoying her ravishing beauty. His eyes hungrily traveled over her sinuous body, up and down the curves, following the curves of her gorgeous figure. Her trim wispy waist gave her hips added dimension. He watched her tits with avid interest, seeing those bloated globes of milky white tit flesh rise and fall with each breath she took.

"I can't wait until I suck those great tits," he groaned, looking directly at her fabulous tits.

She quivered delightfully under his appreciative gaze. "Then let me suck your cock first. You have me creaming my panties!"

"Take them off, so I can see your pussy."

Impishly, she shook her head, her thick wavy red hair giving her a look of innocence. "No, not yet…" She looked at his formidable prick. "Can I suck you now?"

She blew hot air on his thighs, his prick, and his balls. Jeff's murmuring responses made her feel good. She licked the head of his prick with the wet tip of her tongue. The first contact was earthshaking. Art exciting tremor rocketed through her pulsing pussy and exploded behind her eyes like a firecracker.

"Unnnn," Jeff groaned as her tongue lapped around his prickhead making him delirious. "In your mouth, Babs. Suck it!"

Barbara eased the bulbous head of his cock between her soft wet lips and clamped her mouth closed around the deep ridge. She held his prickhead a happy prisoner, her tongue whipping around and around, soaking his cock in warm drooling spit. Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked, eliciting deep moaning sounds from Jeff. She did it again, hearing Jeff's sonorous groans again encouraged her.

Jeff humped up, his ass coming off the bed, the head of his cock scraping along the roof of her mouth and jabbing the entrance of her tight throat. He jabbed again, feeling her teeth sinking into his rigid cock shaft.

"Take it all! All, Babs. Take all of my cock!" Her wet sucking mouth was a furnace of heat.

Barbara forgot about her husband, his secretary, her age and insecurities as her mind and body became totally absorbed in Jeff, his cock, and pleasing him to the utmost. She swirled her wet tongue around the underside of his prick, making him twitch. She used her teeth, easing the long thick cock down her tight clenching throat, his cockhead stretching her throat.