Bill Randolph - Suck a lot wife

She used her long fingernails to tickle and tease her pink nipples as both men stared and pumped their cocks. She loved the way they panted like hungry dogs while watching her play with herself. Her own excitement mounted steadily and she felt her fluttering pussylips dampen with slick fuck juices. Her active little clit jerked and twitched as her arousal grew, and Irene knew she couldn't wait much longer for the men to go into action.

"Okay, you sexy bitch, it's our turn!" Dan rasped just as both men rushed her onto her back and grabbed her.

Irene shrieked joyously as one of the men sucked her tit and the other buried his face against her wet pussy. He opened her cunt flaps and flicked his tongue over her clit. She didn't know which one was doing those wonderful things, and she didn't care. The excitement of having two horny men stroking and licking her was driving her crazy with lust.

The man sucking her tits worked tirelessly on her massive tit-globes. He squeezed her big tit melons and sucked her nipples. She writhed around on the bed and the other one swirled his tongue back and forth over her swollen tit.

"Oh, oooohhhh!" she cried, thrashing beneath the clawing, sucking men. "Fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

Suddenly she felt herself being pulled up onto her knees and hand. She wagged her ass and craned her neck just as her husband moved behind her.

"You fuck her, Dan," Bill said. "I'll stick my cock into her mouth and give her something nice to chew on while you ream out her pussy from behind."

Irene squealed with excitement, but the sounds were immediately blocked by Bill's fuckmeat. He forced his prick into her throat while she swayed her hips back in Dan's face. She sucked hungrily on Bill's cock while Dan buried his cock deep inside her hot, grasping pussy.

Her husband fucked his prick in and out of her pussyhole. He fucked her with deep thrusts. He was rapidly building the pace of his fuckstrokes, leaving Irene's cunt cavity burning from the wonderful, searing friction of his pistoning fuckmeat in and out of her fuck tunnel. Her spasming cuntwalls shuddered violently and automatically.

Her overcharged desire allowed her mouth and pussy to churn furiously, milking the two invading pricks. Overwhelming ecstasy flawed through her and the lusty blonde wailed as she climaxed.

Suddenly Bill's cock exploded and sent a load of thick hot jism into her mouth and throat. She choked as he flooded her mouth, but after a moment she regained control and swallowed hungrily.

She continued ramming her cunt back at her husband's prick. He held her assflesh while he fucked his cock in and out of her upturned pussy. The last thing she remembered was his cock splitting her in two while he came. After that everything was a blur.

Irene gladly received the dark peace of total satisfaction, relishing the sensations of boiling spunk filling her milking pussy and, at the same time, sliding down her throat.

What else could a girl ask for? she thought just as she drifted into blissful unconsciousness.

Dan got the promotion but for Irene it was a decidedly mixed blessing. The additional money was nice, but the additional responsibility kept Dan at work longer. His hours were no longer regular. Many evenings Irene ate dinner alone and was already asleep when Dan would finally arrive home.

It was just such a lonely evening when Michelle phoned and invited Irene to have dinner with her and her husband. Irene accepted eagerly, not anxious to spend another evening watching TV and wondering when Dan would arrive.

Irene dressed casually for the dinner party in slacks and a pullover sweater. As she made a last-minute check of her hair and makeup in the dresser mirror, Irene smirked. Another wicked thought blazed across her mind. Maybe she and Michelle could get together for some sexy dessert after Michelle's middle-aged husband trotted off to bed following dinner. It would be a pleasant way to end a neighborly dinner, she concluded, giving her big tits a playful squeeze through her sweater. She left the house with a wanton grin.

She rang the bell, and was pleasantly surprised when Michelle's husband, Gus, opened the door and ushered her inside with a spattering of compliments.

"My, my, what a beautiful young lady you are," Gus said leading her into the living room. "Does my old heart good to be in the company of such two exquisitely sexy ladies this evening. Now, my dear, what are you drinking?"

"Whatever is convenient," Irene said, smiling and sitting on the sofa.

She had a nodding acquaintance with Gus Daniels, but this was the first time she had been invited into his home while he was present.

Immediately, she found him a dapper, energetic man, trim and tanned and obviously in good shape for a man in his mid-to-late fifties.

"I was mixing sonic martinis when you arrived," Gus said, pouring her a glass from the pitcher, "I think this will refresh you, my dear."

"Darling, Irene looks plenty refreshed to me without the booze," Michelle said, laughing as she entered the living room. She kissed her husband sweetly on the cheek, then beamed at Irene. "You look marvelous as always, honey."

"Thanks. So do you," Irene said, admiring Michelle's sexy, tight-fitting blue silk dress.

Michelle took a glass and sipped her martini and crossed one shapely leg over the other.

"To the two sexiest ladles in the neighborhood," Gus said in toast, lifting his own martini.

The two women chuckled, then the three sipped their drinks, Gus sat on the arm of Michelle's chair and draped his hand over one tit. He performed the motion with casual ease, and Irene was impressed by the couple's obvious closeness. She instantly wondered how much of Michelle's earlier complaining about her sex life was warranted. She suspected that Michelle had a hot pussy that needed lots of attention. Irene ginned and sipped more of her martini. After all, she thought, it seemed to be her own problem as well.

They chatted for several minutes, and Irene was soon squirming on the sofa while watching the way Gus continued to fondle and rub his wife's tit through her dress. Gus continued to spread out compliments to both women, and when Michelle excused herself to check on the dinner, the middle-aged man moved across to Irene. Smiling down on her, he surprised her by touching her thigh.

"I'm sure your legs are much too pretty to cover them with slacks," he said, winking.

"You're so right, Gus," Michelle said, coming back into the room and sitting beside Irene on the sofa.

Michelle ran her hand up and down the younger woman's thigh and smiled. "It's a crime to cover such sexy legs."

Irene turned from one to the other. She felt light-headed from the martini and vaguely aware that both Gus and Michelle were stroking her thighs.

"Why don't you take off those damn slacks?" Gus said huskily, leaning forward and caressing Irene's back.

"Yes, honey, you should get more comfortable," Michelle whispered, still fondling her thigh.

"Well, I don't know…" Irene murmured as husband and wife unzipped her slacks and tugged them down over her ass.

"That's much better," Michelle said as Gus drew the slacks down to Irene's ankles and finally off her feet.

"She has such lovely skin," Michelle said softly. "Doesn't she, Gus?"

"You weren't lying, dear," Gus said to his wife while fixing his leering grin on Irene's face. "Such nice, silky legs were made to show off."

Irene squirmed uneasily on the sofa, feeling more naked than she actually was. After all, her panties provided very skimpy cover as she felt the husband and wife eyeing her bushy cunt through the thin material of her bikini panties.

"I really shouldn't be sitting here this way," Irene said with a weak giggle.