J Watson - The unfaithful wife

"Oh Greg," she whispered.

She reached behind her back and took his steaming prick in her fingers. This time his cock felt even bigger than before and it wasn't quite hard yet. She remembered how it had felt in her cunt and in her mouth. She remembered the taste of his thick, hot jism.

"You want my cock, cunt?" he asked.

"Oh yes," Cynthia moaned.

"First let my wife get a taste of your sweet pussy," he said. "Then you can have my cock."

She was afraid again as Mary pushed her over on her back. But it was a delicious kind of fright and she didn't want it to stop. Mary's wet tongue trailed down her belly and she felt it probing her navel. It felt good. Cynthia rubbed her thighs together as she felt her dripping juice wetting her pussy hairs.

"Now let's see what this tastes like," Mary said. "I've wanted to taste this for a long time."

"Oh Jesus," Cynthia sobbed, as Mary's head went between her thighs.

Cynthia nearly went out of her mind as she felt Mary's tongue touching her tangled muff. Mary's tongue gently parted the petals of Cynthia's pussy and slipped inside. It was so nice. She sighed as she felt that sweet tongue, licking the juices in her pussy.

"Oh Christ," Cynthia cried.

"Do you like that?" Greg asked. "Do you like having my wife eat you?"

"Oh Christ, yes," Cynthia cried.

She felt Greg's hands touching her tits. He ran his fingers over her aroused nipples. Cynthia pushed her ass up off the bed as Mary's tongue touched an extremely tender spot. Then it was even worse, for Mary's tongue was rubbing Cynthia's clit. Cynthia felt more juices going into Mary's hot, sucking mouth.

"Oh, I love it, Mary," Cynthia cried. "Oh, I love your tongue."

Mary had gotten her so hot and now it was Greg's turn. Greg pushed his wife off Cynthia and his big strong body covered hers. His mouth pressed against hers and she tasted his tongue probing hers.

"God," Mary gasped. "Let me have another taste."

"Don't be a hog," Greg said.

Mary laughed as her lips touched Cynthia's face. She felt Mary kissing her neck and shoulders and trying to help herself to Cynthia's tits. Only her husband was in the way – mashing them flat. Cynthia wondered what Mary was up to as the dark haired woman slipped her hand between their bodies. Then she felt Mary's fingers rubbing her cunt.

"You like that?" Mary asked.

"Oh yes," she cried.

Mary's fingers took Greg's cock and she pulled it to Cynthia's snatch. There was something deliciously obscene about having a man's wife beside her on the bed and having her put the cock in her pussy. Cynthia had never believed anything like this could happen to her. What would her husband think? What would Alan think if he could see her now?

"Ohhhhh," Cynthia cried as she felt Greg's blood-bloated knob about to enter her pussy hole. "I'm so hot down there. I'm so fucking hot."

"Greg's going to take care of that, baby," Mary told her.

Getting there was half the fun, for Greg took it very slowly. He slipped his prick into her cunt gently until the big thing was resting inside her. He didn't move. His big cock felt so good just resting in her cunt. It was Cynthia who lost control first. She began to move her ass back and forth.

"Oh fuck me," she said. "Go ahead and fuck me. I need it so bad."

He thrust that big pecker in and out of her cunt while Mary's tender fingers massaged them both. Cynthia couldn't think of anything that could be so exciting. She began to hump back violently to meet the thrusting of Greg's big prick.

"She really gets hot," Greg said.

"She's a hot little bitch," Mary agreed.

"Yes," Cynthia cried. "I'm a hot bitch. I'm a hot little bitch. And I want your cum."

"You're going to get it, baby," he said.

He thrust faster and harder and she felt his prick-head filling her cunt a little, more with each thrust. He was swelling and Cynthia knew he wasn't going to last.

"Oh, you big bastard," she cried. "Oh, you big hot bastard!"

"My cum, bitch," he groaned. "My cum! Here's my cummmmm!"

His big body shuddered as he shot his wad into her hot cunt. He nearly crushed her into the bed with his excitement. He gave her two more powerful thrusts before all of his jism shot into her. She lifted her legs and locked them around his back to keep him in her for a few minutes longer. But this time his prick did go limp. She felt the last of his leaking jism and then his cock was slipping out of her. No amount of moving her ass could get him hard again.

"Oh don't stop fucking me," she gasped.

"I think she's still hot," Mary said.

"Why don't you do something for her, then?" Greg told her.

"Ummmm," Mary said. "I think I will."

Greg pulled himself off of Cynthia and stretched out by her side. The day's fucking had finally gotten to him. He looked exhausted. She closed her thighs together and felt the sticky touch of his cum.

"What are you going to do?" Cynthia asked.

"I'm going to eat you some more, baby," Mary said softly.

Mary's face went back between Cynthia's thighs. This time Mary began to lick up the cum juice that her husband had shot into Cynthia's cunt. Cynthia moaned. Mary pressed her face in closer. Her tongue began to flicker around Cynthia's tiny clit as she had been doing before.

"Oh my God," Cynthia moaned.

Her tongue began to thrust into Cynthia's cunt a little faster. Cynthia's ass began to jerk off the bed as her body was hit by small spasms. The delicious joy spasms got a little worse and then she felt as if her body was exploding.

"You're making me come," Cynthia cried. "Oh God, you're making me come. You're making me comeeeeeeeeee!"

Mary didn't take her mouth away from Cynthia's wet, quivering twat as Cynthia came. Cynthia knew she had to be choking Mary with her juices. Her husband had always accused her of being very wet and slippery. She couldn't help it. She had a lot of tangy juice. Mary didn't seem to mind. She was sucking and swallowing as if she loved Cynthia's juice more than anything else in the world.

"Oh gosh," Cynthia groaned. "Oh God!"

Mary finally took her mouth away from Cynthia's wet twat. Cynthia was still shuddering as Mary stretched out beside her. Mary absently stroked her soft nipple.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Mary asked her.

"Yes," Cynthia admitted.

"I'm hot too," Mary said. "Are you going to do something for me?"

"What could I do?" Cynthia said.

"You can return the favor," Mary said. "You're not stupid. You know what I mean."

"I couldn't," Cynthia said.

"Ahhh baby," Mary said sweetly. "You know you want to. You've wanted to suck my tits since you first looked at them. Now don't be shy."

Mary put her hand on the back of Cynthia's head and Cynthia allowed herself to be pulled down to Mary's creamy tits. She tenderly touched her tongue to one of Mary's big nipples. At the first taste of Mary's flesh, Cynthia knew that she had wanted to touch her lips to Mary's tits for a long time. Perhaps she'd always had that desire to suck on another woman? Perhaps that was why she had always been so cool with others of her sex and found it so hard to make friends.

"Ahhh yes," Mary moaned.

Cynthia sucked more of Mary's sweet tit into her mouth. She began to run her tongue over the big nipples and to nip at them with her teeth. She could feel that Mary was really starting to get excited.

"Suck my pussy now," Mary said, pushing hard at the top of Cynthia's head.

"I don't know if I can do a good job," Cynthia protested.

"Go ahead, baby," Mary said. "You'll do a good job. I know it."

Cynthia's tongue trailed down to the top of Mary's dark patch. Cynthia had second thoughts. This was something she'd always been taught was wrong. Of course, she had been doing a lot of things that were wrong that afternoon. And she had enjoyed all of them.