Bill Randolph - Suck a lot wife

"Let's don't waste time, Irene," Michelle said frankly, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke toward the blonde. "We've both been fucking Pete, and now there's a chance the bastard will go back to his ex-wife. Now, where would that leave the two of us?"

After recovering from the shock of the older woman's boldness, Irene had to chuckle. She couldn't believe this was happening. It struck her as outrageously funny. Also, strangely, she felt a twinkling of admiration for the older woman who spoke so plainly and openly.

"I don't think there's much we can do about it, Michelle," the blonde said finally, sitting opposite the brunette and meeting her stony gaze with a smile. "What Pete does is his business."

"Don't be stupid," Michelle snapped. "I'm not anxious to give up the prick just because he's got some romantic notion of becoming a father to his kid and a husband to the boy's mother again." Michelle's brown eyes narrowed as she peered straight at the blonde. "I don't think you are eager to stop fucking Pete either."

"Actually, I miss the boy more than Pete," Irene blurted before she could stop herself.

Immediately, Irene was thrilled by the obvious shock that spread across the brunette's startled face. Irene's blurted statement had produced the desired result. Shocking Michelle for a change had been well-worth it.

Michelle's shocked expression gradually crumbled into a lewd grin. A husky giggle escaped the older woman's throat, followed quickly by a booming laugh.

"Shit! You aren't lying!" Michelle said through her laughter. "You actually were fucking the kid. I heard the rumors but I brushed it off as general bullshit. Most of the sluts in this neighborhood watch too many soap operas, I figured. But, fuck, you were really fucking them both the whole time the kid was here."

Irene smiled and nodded as the older woman continued to laugh. "And you don't know what you missed, Michelle," Irene had to add.

The laughter gradually faded, then Michelle eyed Irene with a thin-lipped smile. "I've underestimated you all along, honey. That's a mistake I'll never make again."

"How about a drink?" Irene said suddenly, standing.

"Something strong and straight," the brunette snapped, also standing and following Irene into the kitchen. "I'm deciding if I should give you a toast or something."

Irene giggled girlishly as she poured bourbon into two cocktail glasses and handed one to her guest. "Forget the toast, just tell me why you're so worried about Pete and what he does. You can get any guy you want."

It was certainly true, Irene thought, as she gazed at the tall, shapely brunette. Her rich complexion gave Michelle an exotic, sensual look that Irene didn't miss. The older woman's figure was more in tune with that of a nude model than a fashion model. Michelle's full, ripe tits pressed against her blouse, creating a generous bulge that Irene also didn't miss.

The woman's eyes locked momentarily before Michelle laughed quietly and spoke. "Maybe I just got used to Pete," she said, her voice husky and deep and as richly smooth as her skin. "He was a convenient diversion. Hell, the stud gave me some wild fucks."

Irene grinned and nodded, reflecting on her own experiences with the lusty neighbor. At the same time, she felt a small feeling of sorrow for Michelle. It was apparent Michelle's marriage wasn't as solid as Irene's. For Michelle, apparently, Pete had filled quite a void. Michelle did have the look of a very passionate woman, and Irene guessed a much older husband would have trouble satisfying such a constant need.

"Tell me about the kid," Michelle suddenly blurted, her pretty face beaming a lewd smile. "He as good as his old man?"

"Better!" Irene gushed, chuckling.

The blonde housewife went on to describe in vivid detail the boy's gigantic prick. Michelle was instantly intrigued and begged for even more details. When Irene described the first threesome that she, Rory and Pete had enjoyed, the sensual brunette panted in arousal.

"Shit, that makes my pussy wet," she whispered, squeezing her long legs together and clutching her own big tits through her blouse. "I miss all the good stuff," she added, pouting in such a way that made Irene giggle.

"Mine, too," Irene admitted. "Just thinking about it turns me on."

A strange silence followed as the two women gazed into each other's eyes. Irene felt a slow blush seep over her face as her pulse began to quicken. She didn't understand what was happening to herself, but she recognized the familiar signals of mounting passion. Before she realized it, Irene found herself viewing the pretty brunette in a way that she had never before looked at another woman. It was an odd, disquieting feeling, but not at all distressing.

"I can see why Pete went after you," Michelle whispered, moving slowly up to Irene.

Strange impulses tugged at Irene's inner nerves as she made a cautious step closer to the brunette.

The melted together in a natural embrace. Their lips met and Irene trembled as she received the older woman's prying tongue into her moist mouth. She sucked on Michelle's darting tongue and groaned, rubbing her body against the brunette's. Electrical flashes flared throughout her body as she touched feminine flesh.

Irene's mind reeled as all of her thoughts mingled. Her senses immediately overloaded, and the horny blonde didn't consider that she was passionately kissing and holding another woman. All that mattered to her were the sensations zipping through her, and the strong impulses directing her to continue caressing the older woman's shapely ass.

When they broke off their kiss, their lust glazed eyes locked once again. Then, without speaking, they walked hand-in-hand toward the bedroom. Gently, each began stripping off the other's clothes.

Irene couldn't think about what she was doing so willingly. All she knew was she craved the touch and embrace of this sensual brunette. Her body teemed with anticipation as she stood nude, watching until the luscious brunette was also naked. Irene continued to watch as the older woman sat on the edge of the bed.

Irene stepped up between the brunette's parted thighs and reached automatically for the older woman's enticing tits. The blonde had never touched another woman so intimately, and the new experience sent fresh chills of pleasure up and down her spine. Irene felt her knees become rubbery as she panted and hefted the big tits in her dainty hands.

Michelle moaned softly and reached up to cover Irene's hands with her own. She seemed to assist as Irene started caressing and fondling the brunette's luscious tits. The silky smooth titflesh seemed to scorch the blonde's fingertips, but Irene couldn't get enough of the touching and stroking.

At that moment, Michelle leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Irene's flat belly. Irene shuddered and moaned and automatically squeezed the firm, huge tit-globes resting in her hands.

Michelle whimpered softly as she started licking her tongue down the blonde's belly. She tangled her tongue-tip in the furry patch of Irene's golden muff, and the blonde threw her head back and squealed.

Michelle wasted no time increasing the tempo of her tongue-lashing as she lapped through the dense forest of cunt hair. The experience overwhelmed Irene. Michelle's tongue-strokes had a gentle, tender quality that Irene had never known. Michelle's tongue-tip sliced perfectly up and down the blonde's creamy slit.

With the older woman's hot breath warming her cuntlips, pussy pulp and clit, Irene was quickly reduced to trembling flesh. She swooned throatily as she continued to fondle and squeeze Michelle's big tits.

"Kiss it, Michelle!" Irene rasped, tweaking the brunette's nipples. "Kiss my cunt! Oh, yes, yyyyeeeesss, kiss it! Oooohh, that's so nice!"

Michelle reached her arms around and gripped the blonde's round ass as she pressed her face firmly against Irene's cunt. At the same time, she flicked her tongue wildly, lapping up the syrupy goo that clung to the blonde's flexing pussy meat.