Bob Wallace: Overeager orgy wife

"I'll send my buddy out to fuck you." He gave her a lewd grin and winked. "Make tonight something you won't forget for a long time two guys… a double whammy on your husband." He was fishing, searching for the right bait, hoping, aching. He glanced quickly at his watch again. Time was running out.

What he said intrigued her two men one after the other. A hot grin swept over her face. She took the bait. "I like the idea," she purred. "I've never done anything like that."

"Suck my cock, baby." He brought her head back to his aching cock. "I'm going crazy."

Feeling like a tramp suddenly appealed to her in her quest for revenge against an uncaring husband. She gobbled his prick back into her hot damp mouth and sucked. She whipped her tongue around his cock as she bobbed her head. Her nose and face smashed into his pants each time she dove to his groin; her mouth full of his cockmeat.

Steve fucked his prick, between her clinging wet lips. His cock swelled as her mouth swooped down, gulping every hard inch. "Baby… baby…" he groaned. "Hold still… I'm… Christ… here it comessss! Hold still!"

Barbara suddenly stopped moving her head. Her head was motionless, but her mouth over whelmed him.

Steve suddenly fucked forward with all his might, his palms clamped like suction cups against the sides of her face as he jammed her mouth with his jizz-spewing prick. His body went into spasms, jerking, recklessly fucking her mouth. His hips jerked; his ass humped; his cock spewed. His back arched and his eyes rolled.

"Baaaaaa… byyyyyy!"

His lunging groin slowed; he twitched in a final spasm. As he came down from the dizzy heights of his climax, he could, feel her mouth sucking his balls dry and her tongue licking his limp prick clean. Barbara swallowed the cum that was sloshing in her mouth. Gradually, she dragged her teeth along the soft meat of his prick and pulled her lips off his cock. She leaned back, quivering on the inside, smiling on the outside. She needed a cock so badly her head was spinning, but to Steve, she seemed a calm efficient bitch.

"I hope you'll be able to play the drums now."

"All night," he groaned. "You're great, baby. As soon as I get inside and behind those drums, I'll send Fred out here to you?" He stuffed his cock back in his pants and gave her a quick kiss. "See ya, baby. Keep it hot." He turned and hurried back along the path to the noisy club.

She looked down the garden path. It was quiet with Steve gone. His moans of pleasure, when she had sucked him dry, were lost in the night. She bit her lip. She felt uneasy, fidgety, dirty she decided to go back inside.

She stood tap, smoothed her dress down, and headed for the club, the music growing increasingly louder. As she approached, she could hear the drums in the background, and her flesh tingled.

She weakened for a second, wanting to run, but her need to be wanted and satisfied overwhelmed her sense of decency. Besides, she had discarded decency when she went to the motel with Jeff and had buried it completely when she sucked off Steve. There was no sense in putting up a false front. This man had what she wanted: a cock.

Barbara's provocative voice was low and dripping with lust, a slight hint of nervousness around the edges. "Yes, I'm Barbara." Her breathing was shallow, and her throat was dry. "Are you Fred?" He stared into her exquisite face. She was a beauty she had a radiant face that showed refinement, with brilliant green eyes, and she had a superb body.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," he said. She gulped back her decency for the last time. "Not at all," she purred, melting under his burning gaze. "I hope I'm not a disappointment." She began to tremble; his eyes were going slowly over her body.

"Baby, you're more than I hoped you'd be." He pulled her into his arms and attacked her mouth with his own. There was no need for small talk; from what Steve said, she was primed and waiting for cock.

Barbara was caught by surprise, but quickly recovered. She melted into his strong embrace, feasting on his plunging tongue, sucking the invading snake while grinding her body into his.

"God," she gasped, after they had kissed a long time. "You're even faster than Steve." Fred watched her green eyes dance with desire. She was ready, all right. He grinned. "Steve said you had a hunger." His eyes were on the dark crease between her magnificent tits as they pressed defiantly against the green silk that kept them prisoner.

Blatant and playing her role of tramp to the hilt, she slid her tongue across her glistening wet lips and took his hand in hers. "I've got a hunger for cock." She swallowed hard. "Feel. I'm burning up inside." She pressed his hand against her pussy mound.

"C'mon with me," he said hoarsely, leading her into the wooded area, away from the prying eyes of unexpected strollers. "I've got everything you'll need right here." He rubbed her hand against his stiff cock as they walked deeper into the grove of trees.

They stopped at a secluded spot away from the path, the moonlight blacked by the thick leaved branches.

"God, your cock's hard," she moaned, leaning against a tree. "Lift my dress." She was still trembling. In the limited light, she watched him as he put his hands on her thighs and raised her dress. He was older than Steve, she noticed, around her age, with dark brooding eyes and a hard mouth. "I'm shaking like a kid."

"You're not built like a kid," Fred groaned when he saw her long legs and panty-clad crotch. His hand dipped between her thighs, gouging into her crotch, feeling her wet panties. "You're ready, baby."

"God, yes!" she hissed, humping her cunt at his hand. "I told you I'm hungry for cock." She wriggled her hips. "Let me get these damn things off."

Fred stepped back, watching her peel her panties down. "God, honey, you got a great looking pair of legs." He stepped toward her, his hand going between her thighs, touching the puffy folds of her velvety moist pussy.

Her panties floated to the ground. Holding onto the tree, she kicked her panties into the underbrush. She humped her cunt against Fred's exploring fingers and spread her legs.

"Finger-fuck me, Fred. Finger-fuck me!" Her fingers went to the tiny clasp in the front, and she unhooked it, bringing her mammoth tit globes out for Fred's pleasure. "Big, huh?"

"Best-looking pair of tits I've ever seen," he groaned, his eyes topping. I owe Steve one, he said to himself. This hot sexy lady is overwhelming. He put one hand behind her and massaged het ass while fucking three fingers into her steamy wet pussy.

"Ahhhhhhh," Barbara sighed, her knees bending, turning to rubber. She had to use the tree for support. "God, it feels good having something in my pussy."

She worked her hips in time to his digging fingers in her cunt, loving the way he was fingering her pussy and groping around her and at the same time.

"Jesus, I wish we were in bed…" She was reeling, jerking and moaning, yearning to have her tits sucked and her pussy fucked.

Fred lowered his head to one of her giant tits, his tongue sliding wetly over the silky smooth skin as he fucked his fingers into her squishy pussy and kneaded the flesh of her ass. His back began to ache in the strained position; he came up, stepped back, and placed his juice-stained fingers to her mouth.

Delirious, Barbara ate the cunt-cream off his fingers, sucking them, slurping on them as if they were a big fat prick.

"You must be hungry," Fred groaned, watching with avid interest as the horny woman went crazy on his fingers. "You ready for my cock?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" she answered in a burst of emotion. "Yes, I'm ready for you." She was leaning against the tree, her dress hiked up, her pussy exposed to Fred's hungry leer, her bloated tits in full view.