Nick Eastwood: X-rated wife

She began tightening her cunt around Jack's pounding cock, creating the hot friction that would take them both into orbit. Jack felt the delicious snugness of her steaming cunt and blasted his cock into her so hard that she almost tumbled off him. That final savage thrust brought both of them off violently.

"Unnnnhhh, you did it, I'm comingggg!" Robin screamed.

"Awwwww, fuck, shit, aaaggghhhh!" Jack yelled.

They fucked furiously at each other, yelling and groaning without restraint. It was a fantastic come, the best Robin had had in a long time. But as she started coming down from it, she was surprised to hear a car puffing up in the driveway. She knew the sound of that car.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "It's Gary! He's home early! Run for the bedroom! You can dress there and go out the window!"

Jack didn't pause to say goodbye.

"Honey?" Gary called. "I'm home early."

"Tell me about it," Robin grumbled, too low for him to hear.

She couldn't help feeling annoyed. She'd never liked her fucking rushed or cut short. She'd expected more fun with Jack but Gary had to choose this day, of all days, to quit work early.

She'd ducked into the bathroom and wrapped a big towel around herself, so she'd have some excuse for being flaked. Now she leaned out of the room and waved at her husband. He smiled and waved back at her, assuming she was just about to take a shower.

"I'm not gonna stick around," he said. "Since I've got a few hours, I'm gonna go shop for some new fishing gear."

"Okay, honey," Robin said, "have fun."

She was relieved that he left. If he got too close to her, he'd smell Jack's after-shave, and that would give everything away. She went ahead and took that shower. She didn't want to leave a single clue of her infidelity.

She didn't have any idea that her husband was on his way to an infidelity of his own.

Two houses away, Margot Price was putting a roast in the oven. The slim brunette had a bored look on her face. She usually did these days. It seemed like her life was stuck in a rut – feed Larry, clean the house, do the shopping, feed Larry again.

Margot straightened up and sighed. Dinner was in the oven, and there was nothing to do for a few hours till Larry got home from work. Oh, she could polish the silverware, wax the floors, or shake out the rugs, but she didn't feel like doing any of those things.

What she felt like was getting her brains fucked out.

Fat chance of that with Larry. He hardly seemed interested in sex any more. Of course there had been his fantastic performance the other night, after they'd seen that dirty movie at Jack and Patty's, but since then things had gotten back to normal. And normal meant boring.

"God, what am I gonna do?" Margot wondered aloud.

She felt like she'd go crazy if she didn't get some decent sex pretty soon, but how was she going to get it? She'd tried everything she could think of to turn Larry on, from sexy nighties to blatant propositions, and nothing had worked.

She knew what the problem was. They'd been married just over five years now, and the excitement had gone out of their love-making. There was nothing new to try, no way to surprise each other. She couldn't blame Larry for turning off sex. But that didn't solve the problem. Margot figured they just couldn't go on this way.

Her troubled thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the back door. She opened it, and there was her friend and neighbor, Gary Allen. Margot flashed him a big smile. Gary was so cute, such a hunk.

"Hi, handsome," she smiled. "What's up?"

"Let me in and I'll tell you," he said. "And how about offering me a drink?"

"Sure, I'll have one, too," Margot said, leading the way to the living room.

She didn't think anything about Gary popping up on her back porch. He often dropped over to borrow tools and return them. But today he seemed to be acting differently. Instead of taking his usual chair, he steered Margot over to the sofa and sat down beside her.

She blinked and stared at him. He was looking right into her eyes, very serious.

"Gary, what on earth is the matter with you?" she exclaimed. "Is something wrong? Nothing's happened to Robin, I hope?"

"None of the above," Gary said. "But I do have something very important to say to you, Margot, and I hope you won't be mad at me. The fact is, I'd like to have an affair with you."

"What?" Margot screeched.

Her response wasn't very lady-like, but she couldn't help it. She was stunned. Sure, she'd always had a secret thing for Gary, and she suspected he felt the same way about her, but they were both married. Larry was Gary's pal, and Margot and Robin were close friends.

"I can't get my mind off that movie we saw," Gary went on. "Seems to me those people had the right idea. After a few years, marriage gets a little boring. But you can add some excitement to it and still stay married."

Margot realized her mouth was hanging open. As a matter of fact, she'd been thinking a lot about that movie, too. In a way it made a lot of sense. She loved Larry and didn't want to divorce him, but she wanted to try sex with somebody else. Swinging could be the answer.

"Well, Gary, I'm kind of shocked," she laughed. "Give me a minute to think about this."

"Sure," he said, moving in to kiss her.

Margot couldn't think at all. Gary was sliding his arms around her and sneaking his tongue into her mouth. She boiled with sudden lust. It had been a long time since her husband had acted really lusty for her. As far as Larry was concerned, she might as well have been an inflatable doll.

But here was a man who really had the hots for her, and she couldn't help responding. Gary was so attractive, and she needed some loving so badly. She felt herself going limp and submissive as he kissed her. She realized she was creaming through her shorts.

Hold on, lady, think, she told herself frantically.

She was a married woman and still in love with her husband even if their sex life was rotten. She didn't want to endanger her relationship with Larry. Yet her body ached for Gary's expert touch. He found her small high-riding tits and squeezed them through her clothes, and she moaned.

Molten cream squirted from her cunt as Gary gave her that long steamy tongue-kiss and fondled her sensitive tits. She had a wild impulse to jump up, strip, and drag the guy to her bed. She thought of his big hard cock reaming her starved cunt, and she moaned again.

Then she wrenched her face away from his and said breathlessly, "Gary, are you crazy? We can't do this to Larry and Robin."

"Of course we can't," he smiled. "That's why we have to keep it a secret. Think about it, Margot. If they don't know about it, they can't be hurt. It's that simple. And you know we could have a fantastic time together."

Oh, boy, do I ever, Margot thought.

Gary didn't wait for her response. He quickly untied her halter top and drew it off. She had small firm tits and hardly ever wore a bra. He closed his big hot hands over her naked tits and began to fondle them expertly. Again Margot creamed through her shorts.

"Dammit, Gary, don't!" she moaned.

"Why?" he leered. "Does it turn you on?"

"Yes, dammit!" she panted. "I can't think straight when you do that! I can't control myself! You'd better leave!"

"No way," he chuckled. "I wanta be around when you lose control."

He eased her down on her back and lay half on top of her, pinning her there. He shoved his flushed face against her cute tits and began licking her small pink nipples. Margot gasped as the little buds stiffened under his lashing tongue. Her panties and shorts were soaked.

Was Gary right? Could they get away with it? God knows she wanted to fuck him, but could she live with her conscience if she cheated on her husband? Margot tried to think clearly and logically about all these things, but it was practically impossible because now Gary was sucking her tits. He was driving her crazy with excitement.