Ron Taylor: Teacher_s naughty wife

Alice finished wiping her mouth and sucking her fingers, and then she winked at Joanne. Crawling on her hands and knees, she deposited herself behind Tom and started to lick his buttocks while he fucked Joanne.

Joanne could feel the change in her husband's tempo. "Kinda like that, do you?" she told Tom, and he just smiled. Alice was licking his nuts, too, and the root of his cock where it entered Joanne and rammed deep, and her tongue drifted onto Joanne's pussy every now and then.

Behind Alice, Ronnie was pulling his meat, shaking the stiffness back into his drained dong. It took him a couple of minutes to get hard, but when he did, he was quick and to the point. He crawled behind Alice where she was kneeling behind Tom, and he squatted down, rubbing his cock up and down her buttocks. She looked over her shoulder and said, "If you're waiting for permission, you don't have to wait any longer!" A moment later she threw her head back and said, "AAAAGGHHH!" Her face went white and she groaned, "Not my asshole! Jesus, it's too tight! Oh, Goddamn you!!" she said after two quick raspy breaths. "If you take it out now, I'll fucking kill you!"

Joanne saw Ronnie's face, and he was beaming in triumph. She gave him a conspiratorial wink and he returned it. "You bought the luckiest beer of your life yesterday, kid," she told him. "I only hope you appreciate the 'menage a quatre' you're getting into."

"I'll appreciate it a hell of a lot more when it's your ass I'm splitting," Ronnie said. Yes, he had certainly lost a lot of his shyness!

"Dream on, baby boy," she purred. "Right now I'm getting it from the champion. But your turn will come. And so, I hope, will you."

He pushed into Alice, made her cry out in panic-tinted ecstasy. "Don't worry about me," he said. "I have a spare cock I'm saving for your pussy, Joanne. And I plan on using it within the next ten minutes."

Joanne only smiled. What the hell was the name of that Shakespearean play in which a rejected wife got even by crawling into the other woman's bed and giving the faithless husband a sweet fuck under cover of darkness? Of course! It was "All's Well That Ends Well!"

She'd acted her part to perfection, and the Bard himself had given the perfect curtain line. All's well indeed, she thought. All's very well. And she had no doubt at all that tomorrow would also be a very nice day.