Don Scott: Easy wild wife

When she caught the ends of her bra and started to hook them together, Karen felt cum on her fingers. She groaned her disapproval, hoping that the deputy would think she wasn't in the least bit aroused by what he'd just done to her.

When she had her bra back together and her tits nestled tightly inside the cups, she smoothed her sweater down over the huge swells of her boobs. She could feel the cum sticking to the sweater, and though she wouldn't admit it, the feel of the cum against her skin was an erotic sensation to the big-titted brunette.

"Can I see him now?" Karen asked, turning around to face Deputy Phelps for the first time since he'd made her lean against the wall to be patted down.

"Sure thing. Now that I know you haven't got any weapons, you can see him as long as you want to."

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"The only way I can get out of here is if you can come up with a thousand dollars in cash," Joe Hobson said, looking through the bars of the holding cell.

Karen cursed under her breath. Her cunt was hot and juicy and even though she was so Goddamn angry with Joe that she could scream, she wanted to fuck him. Having the deputy's prick sliding between her asscheeks, even though he hadn't taken her pants down, had fired up her lust so much that she was horny as hell.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do," Karen said.

She glanced around Joe and saw Ol' Zachery, the town drunk, sleeping it off on the cot against the wall of the cell.

"Tell me everything that happened, Joe. And you'd better tell me the truth or I'll turn around and let you rot in here."

Karen was surprised that Joe gave her the whole truth, detail for detail, without trying to varnish the facts to make them appear less offensive. And the facts were simple enough – Joe had gotten drunk and said he'd give this woman a ride home. In his car she whipped out his cock and started to give him a blow-job. It was then that he got picked up for DWI.

"And I didn't even cum," Joe said softly.

"I'll bet you're going crazy then," Karen replied. "I know how you hate getting your cock sucked without cumming."

"I'm going out of my mind. Please, Karen, can't you help me?"

"With the thousand dollars for bail?"

"Yes, of course with that. But also with this."

Even as angry as she was with Joe, Karen's mouth watered like she was anticipating a delicious steak when her husband whipped out his half-hard cock and stuck it between the bars of his cell. Karen looked at Joe's prick, remembering how it had fucked her into ecstasy countless times.

"Goddamn you, Joe!" she spat, fighting to have venom in her words.

She couldn't take her eyes off his prick. It looked absolutely beautiful to her, and her cunt was already heated up from the deputy's hands and cock.

"I hate you and love you all at the same time."

Karen sank to her knees on the hard concrete floor of the jail. She looked at her husband's cockhead. The prick was growing even though she wasn't touching it. In a couple seconds Joe's prick stretched out to its full, throbbing size of ten inches long.

"You're a lousy bastard, but I love you," Karen murmured.

She kissed Joe's cockhead, smacking her lips softly on the spongy pricktip. Her pink tongue slithered out between her lips and Karen licked the clefted underside of the cockhead. The taste of the cock, as it always did, turned Karen on. Her aching cunt pulsed hotly, needing a cock to spread her cuntlips more than ever before.

"Mmmmmm!" she purred softly, licking around the fat, bullet-shaped head of her husband's meaty cock.

Karen grabbed the bars of the cell, using just her mouth on her husband's cock. He was pressing himself hard against the bars, trying to avail as much of his red-hot cock to Karen's lips and tongue as he could.

When she had the cockhead moist with her saliva, Karen kissed the pisshole. She opened her lips just a little, taking the pisshole between them. She used the tip of her tongue against the end of her husband's cock, flicking her tongue against his pisshole in a way she knew he enjoyed.

"Suck it, Karen," Joe sighed, looking through the bars at his beautiful wife as she knelt on the other side of the cell. "Oh, baby, nobody gives a blow-job like you do! I never should have let anybody suck my cock. Nobody but you, Karen! From now on, you're the only one who'll ever give me a blow-job."

That was small consolation for Karen, but she couldn't think about it because her pussy was sizzling with lust and even though she couldn't get fucked, at least she could have a cock to fill her mouth.

She nodded her head and shoulders, slowly taking more and more of Joe's meaty cockhead into her mouth. Finally, her lips stretching wide, she sucked the entire pricktip into her mouth. Her tingling lips tightened around the broad, throbbing shaft, right behind the rim of the cockhead.

"Mmmmmm!" Karen passionately moaned, swirling her tongue against the underside of the cockhead.

She drew a suction on the cockhead and her cheeks caved in, conforming perfectly to the bulbous pricktip that filled her mouth. Karen breathed deeply through her nostrils, and her 40D-cup tits jiggled from her chest, confined inside the bra.

Nibbling on the shaft, Karen chewed tenderly on her husband's cock, sucking more of it into her mouth. She could feel the throbbing pricktip rubbing against the roof of her mouth, traveling slowly toward her throat.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned again, kneading her butter-soft lips on the shaft of Joe's prick as her tongue rubbed against the pulsing underside of the cock.

Karen squeezed the bars of the cell so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her back felt clammy with the deputy's cum making her sweater stick to her skin. The cum had cooled now and Karen wished that she could wash it off. The cum felt good on her when it was hot. Now the cum was caked and cold, and she didn't like it at all.

"Deeper, Karen," Joe sighed.

Karen sucked the prick between her lips until Joe's cockhead was at the back of her mouth. She inhaled through her nose deeply, swelling her tits out, feeling her nipples itching for attention.

"Mmmmmmft!" she slurped, withdrawing the cock from the hot, moist recesses of her mouth.

Karen's lips crept over the ridge of the cockhead. Once again holding just the tip of the prick in her mouth, she whipped the pisshole with her tongue, searching for and finally receiving a pungent drop of pre-cum.

Karen's large, deep brown eyes glazed over with the lust for cock that consumed all her thoughts and emotions. She licked the head of her husband's cock, tilting her head back to look up at his face. His eyes, too, were glassy with lust as he peered through the bars of the cell down at her.

"I love your cock," Karen whispered, nuzzling the pricktip with her lips as she spoke. "You're a cheating bastard, but I'm in love with your cock. It tastes so good in my mouth."

"That's my baby," Joe whispered.

Karen could only hope that Ol' Zachery would continue sleeping, and that Deputy Phelps would stay in the office area of the jail. Swallowing Joe's hot load of cum wouldn't satisfy her lusty needs, but it would be enough to give her some pleasure, and that was all she really hoped for as she pushed her lips over his cockhead.

She bobbed over the end of Joe's prick, bringing her lips back and forth over the cockhead. Her tongue curled around the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock as she held it deep in the sucking recesses of her hot, juicy mouth.

Drops of pre-cum oozed out of Joe's pisshole and Karen licked them off the moment they came out. She shivered, her nipples hard as pebbles inside her tight-fitting bra. Karen thought of grabbing her tits, or perhaps rubbing her cuntlips. She needed to cum, to feel her clit exploding as slick waves of pussyjuice streamed out of her tight cunt.