J Watson - The unfaithful wife

"Yeah," Greg agreed. "That's a fucking good idea. Strip off your fucking clothes, cunt. Get your ass bare. We want to look at you."

She was trembling as she stripped off her suit. She was still dripping water from her swim.

"Gorgeous," Mary said.

Again Cynthia had that feeling that Mary was looking at her in the way a man would look at her. Cynthia wondered if Mary could be different. Then she decided that Mary couldn't be different – married to a man like Greg.

"Take your beer, cunt," Greg said. "Pour it all over yourself."

She gave him a puzzled glance but she picked up her beer and poured a little of it down the front of her lush body.

"Like that, pussy," he said. "Except I want you to do it. All over yourself."

She understood that this was just another way to show her that she now belonged to him, that he could make her do any degrading thing he wanted. It made her shiver with fright, but it also made her excited. Really excited.

She picked up the beer and emptied it over herself. The alcohol ran in rivers down her belly to the junction of her thighs. She poured some against her face and into her hair. He was smiling.

"You little cunt," he said. "You're not so Goddamned cool now, are you? You smell like a four dollar whore and you're going to suck my prick until I shoot my fucking jism right in your Goddamn cunt mouth. And you're going to swallow it. Swallow every fucking drop!"

"Yes," Cynthia said, trembling.

"Well, start sucking!"

She sank down to her knees on the cold kitchen floor. He grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her face against his crotch.

"That's it, baby," he said. "That's cockmeat. A big thing for you. Suck it. Lick it. Show me how much you love the fucking thing."

"Yes," Mary said softly. "Show my husband. Show my husband and me what a aunt you are!"

"Oh Jesus," Cynthia said softly and she licked at the thick cockhead.

She didn't know what they'd done to her, but her pussy was a burning, dripping hole. She licked around the big crown and she felt his thick cum-juice leaking out onto her lips. She stabbed the tiny slit with her tongue.

"Yeah," Greg said. "Suck it, you little aunt. Suck my fucking prick!"

She was hotter than ever. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the big crown into her hot mouth. She began to swirl her tongue around the cockhead. That wasn't enough. She sucked harder and his prick went deeper into her throat. She felt his hand tighten on the back, of her head.

"Ahhhh yes, you little bitch," he groaned. "You fucking little cunt. Ahhhh fuck yes."

Her head began to bob. She began to bob her head and got a little more of his hot meat with every movement. She could feel his cock-head going deep into her throat.

"Fucking cunt bitch," he said. "Fucking cunt bitch. I'm going to blow your Goddamn cocksucking head off when I come. I'm going to fill your Goddamn belly. You bitch!"

His vulgar words and the rough hand that guided the movements of her head made her hotter. She wanted more of his cock in her mouth. She gave him one long suck until she had his balls at her chin. She couldn't believe it. She had all of his big thick pecker in her mouth. She didn't know a lot about sucking cock but she knew that this was something that few women ever did.

"Jesus," Mary said softly. "Look at her go after it. She must love it."

"You're fucking right she loves it," Greg said. "She's a cocksucking bitch! A cocksucking bitch!"

She felt jism leaking into her mouth. She was frightened of it, but she didn't take her mouth away. She began moving her head faster and swallowing the thick juice. His cock was beginning to get slippery and sticky. Her saliva mixed with his leaking juices made white bubbles form on the corners of her working mouth.

"Jesus," he groaned. "I'm going to give it to her. I'm going to give her every drop. Swallow it, bitch! Swallow it! Swallowwww!"

She couldn't believe he could have so much cum left. It spurted into her throat in deep, hot rivers. She felt like she had a gallon of it. She sputtered and then began to swallow as fast as she could. Still, a lot of his jism was escaping her sucking hungry mouth.

"She sure loves it," Mary said. "She's going after it like an animal."

"Yeah," Greg groaned. He pushed the back of her head and drove his prick deep into her throat one last time. His big prick spurted the last of his juice down the back of her throat.

"Now you just keep your mouth there, bitch," he said. "You just keep your mouth there until I'm ready."

She remained on her knees with his pecker in her mouth until he had finished his beer. She could feel his prick still pulsating hotly against the back of her throat. He didn't go completely limp but quit throbbing so intently. She felt sticky and sweaty all over.

But she was happy. She had made him come. She had performed her task as a woman. She had satisfied him. Finally he took his sticky cock from her mouth. She ran her tongue over her lips and tasted more of his cream.

"She's hotter than hell," Mary said.

"You think so?" he asked.

"Look at her face," Mary answered.

Cynthia did feel hotter than hell. Her pussy was burning and she needed something to fill it. Anything.

"Well the day is just getting started," Greg said. "We've got plenty of time. Plenty of time."

That same Saturday morning Alan was awakening from a deep, untroubled sleep. He felt better than he had ever felt in his life. He jumped out of bed and did his morning exercises. Then he took a long, hot shower. He dressed in a comfortable pair of slacks and a pullover shirt. Damn, he felt good. He smelled bacon frying as he went down to the kitchen.

"Good morning," Elaine said, as he walked in. Alan saw that he hadn't been dreaming about the good looking redhead. Stella was nowhere around, but Elaine was enough for one man to see when he got up in the morning. She was absolutely stunning.

She wore a pair of cut-off shorts and a halter top that barely concealed her abundant tits. Alan felt his cock responding to how good she looked.

Elaine saw the awakening bulge in his trousers and she grinned at him. "Do you think you can wait for breakfast?" she asked.

"I'll try," he answered.

He stared at her gorgeous bare legs as she moved around the room.

"Me you sure you can wait?" she asked him, reaching down and running her fingers playfully across his cock.

"I'm beginning to wonder," he said, as his prick got a little harder.

"You're so big this morning," she said, as she squeezed his throbbing prick. "And I thought we had worn you completely out."

"It's just that you are so Goddamned sexy," he said.

He pulled her down into his lap. Her beautiful ass settled comfortably on his pulsating prick. He saw her face getting a little flushed. She began to squirm against his prick and he knew he was getting to her. He put his hand down the tight front of her halter and easily pulled out one of her creamy tits. He fingered the beautiful big red nipple. She sobbed deep in her throat and her nipple became rigid. He bent his mouth down and sucked gently on one turgid bud.

"Do you like my tits?" she asked him. "Do you like to suck on them?"

"Fuck yes," he answered.

"Good," she said. "I like to have a man's lips on my tits. It makes me hot all over."

"There's nothing more beautiful than a beautiful woman's tit," he said, moving his hot mouth from one rosy bud to the other. She had started to pant and she was rubbing her sexy ass a little faster against his cock.

"Jesus," she groaned. "Will you take that fucking pole out?"

"Sure," he answered.

He slipped his hand underneath her plump ass. He didn't pull his zipper down right away. First he squeezed her soft asscheeks until her breath came a little shorter. He pushed his finger between her legs and rubbed there. She was really getting hot. He could smell the bacon burning.