Bob Wallace: Overeager orgy wife

"Yessss! Yessss!" she wailed, wriggling her ass in sensual delight. "Ooooo, Jeff! Oh, God! Unnnnnn!"

Jeff worked the magic of his insatiable mouth over to the other tit. He caught it as it swayed in front of his face. He sucked her tit and squeezed it with his hands. His hips jerked, his mouth full of tit. The beat inside her cunt was burning into his cock and stoking the fire in his balls. With his mouth stuffed with tit meat, he began to fuck his cock into Barbara's squishy wet pussy hard fast jabs that had his cock burning.

"Ohhhh, Jeff!" Barbara went insane. His sucking mouth and fucking cock had her wild. She jerked and racked, meeting his skewering prick with downward fuck-plunges, jamming the head of his cock deep inside her oozing hot pussy.

They fucked each other in the heat of passion. Jeff's upward fuck-thrusts whacked his groin into Barbara's soft body. She plunged down to meet him. Grunts and whining cries added to the turbulent passion that surrounded the naked couple. Jeff's cock was ready to explode; Barbara's pussy was ready to cream. They clawed to the top, each adding to the other's lust.

Barbara found paradise first. With her tits practically bursting while Jeff mauled and sucked them, her cunt fucked harder against the jamming cock inside her. Hot cock bathing cum flowed from the beating walls of her pussy. She snapped her head back, her green eyes dilated in joyous rapture.

"I'm cumminggg!" The magic of those two words hurled her into ecstasy. "Ooooo, fuck meeee! Fuck meeee!" She pounded her cunt down, rotating her hips in violent jerks. Exquisite ecstasy seized her. "Jeff! Fuck me!"

Jeff was caught in the stormy current of her whirlwind orgasm. He was brought to the pinnacle as his balls churned in readiness and his prick swelled to spit out the burdensome cumload. He fucked at her with all his force and was suddenly thrust into heavenly bliss. His cum-spitting prick drenched Barbara's gulping pussy with a deluge of thick viscous cum.

He released her tits, his hands gouging down her gyrating body. He latched onto her jerky hips and followed her into paradise. "I'm creaming youuuu!" His deep voice caressed her tingling body. "Feel it! Unnn!"

"I doooo!" she screamed back. She took his squirting cock deep and rode the crest of her orgasm into oblivion. "Cream! Cummmmmmm!"

She jerked on his cock, her face red, her mouth parted, her green eyes open wide. She fucked Jeff with fervid enthusiasm, her petty insecurities allayed temporarily. She fucked him with only one thought in mind his wonderful, wonderful cock.

Jeff, immersed in the splendor of his orgasm, was still able to see Barbara's exquisitely beautiful face through a filmy haze. He watched her changing expressions as she creamed all over his fucking cock. He flooded the clenching canal of her exploding pussy.

Jeff fucked up into her quivering body. It was those final fuck-jabs that emptied his balls of their heavy cum totally and completely. He was drained and could still feel her pussy muscles working overtime.

Her arms buckled. She blanketed him with her body.

Jeff held her in this moment of silence, caressing her smooth back. His orgasm left him sated and contented. He listened to her heavy breathing, his cock still buried in her cunt.

"Babs," he whispered, lifting her head aid kissing her gently. He decided to hold the kiss, his tongue licking inside her checks and along the roof of her open mouth.

"Unnnn," she moaned. Reality brought back her shyness and curiosity. She rolled off him, hating to lose his cock. She snuggled to his muscular frame, trying to hide her body. "It was so wouderful," she said. "So wonderful." Frustration and a need for love and begun to build inside her again, and she wondered if she would again cheat on Carl to satisfy her desires.

Barbara gulped down the drink in front of her, the dulling sensation beginning to take effect. Cheating began to seem like a good idea.

Frank Harris came over to their table. "Would you like to dance, Barbara?"

Barbara looked up, surprised. Her glance shifted to Carl. She would rather dance with her husband, and her look told him so. She wanted him to ask her.

Carl winked at his wife. "You better take it, kid. You're not getting any younger sitting there." He took a long pull on his drink and settled back in the chair, his eyes drifting to a young girl, still obviously in her teens, walking by their table swinging her young ass as she clutched her pimply-faced boyfriend.

"I'd love to, Frank," Barbara said, accepting his hand as she stood. She moved gracefully to the dance floor with him, going into his arms as the country-club band played an old number.

"Don't get fresh, Frank," she giggled, moving his hand back to her waist. "Keep your hands where they belong!" She enjoyed his advances, but didn't want the whole place to know it.

"C'mon, Babs. I've had the hots for you for ages." He glanced over at Carl sitting at the table. "Carl doesn't give a shit. He's all hung upon kids." Frank's prick ached for Babs. "I hear he's even playing round with that baby secretary of his." He chuckled slightly.

Barbara looked angrily at Frank, easing out of his arms. "You should keep your damn mouth shut, Frank."

The mention of Dorrie rankled her a reminder of when she had seen him with her at the lounge. Yet, she felt a tremor in her cunt; the memory was so closely associated with Jeff, the man who, for a short time, had helped her to forges she was getting old and who had satisfied her every desire.

"Just dance, Frank, or I'll go and tell Shirley on you." Barbara went easily back into his arms, allowing him to feel the heat of her body pressing into him.

Frank settled for it. She would come around in time, once she got tired of ol' Carl fucking everything under twenty-one. Frank luxuriated in the soft feel of her body and the arousing scent of her perfume and finished the dance in silence.

When the old standard was over, Barbara came out of Frank's arms. "I'm going out and have a breath of fresh air. Tell Carl, will you?"

"Want company?" Frank was always pitching.

"Maybe some other time, Frank," she said, smiling warmly, half meaning the vague promise. "For now, I'd like to be alone."

"I'm sorry about what I said on the dance floor." He felt lousy. "I got a big mouth."

"Forget it, Frank. I already knew."

She blew him a friendly kiss and turned. She threaded her way through the milling crowd around the dance floor and stepped out onto the terrace. She took deep sighing breath. The night air and the fragrance of flowers invigorated her.

She strolled out into the garden, the music fading in the distance. She felt shitty again. Eleven years of marriage. She felt old.

Another one of Carl's frequent remarks about her age came to mind: her dress being too young-looking for her. It depressed her more. Carl came home from work, she had stared at him, searching for some sign, anything that would tell her he had been fucking around again. There were none. He had covered his tracks well. She shrugged. So had she. A slight smile played at the upturned corners of her mouth. "Two can play at that game," she said to herself.

"What game is that?" a young man asked, appearing from out of the darkness.

She spun around, startled, frightened for a spilt second, then smiled at the young man. "Nothing. Just an old woman talking to herself."

"Old woman my ass," he said, grinning. He took a deep drag on the cigarette he was holding. "You might not be a kid, but you're far from being old."

Barbara sat down on one of the benches in the garden and crossed her legs. Her dress climbed up her thigh. "Maybe you ought to go in there and tell my husband that."

"Is that the one who couldn't keep his hands off your ass?" He grinned again, smoke drifting lazily from his nostrils.