Bill Randolph - Suck a lot wife

An hour later, Irene was sitting beside Pete on the sofa in her den, the two of them sipping iced tea and chatting. Their conversation had turned toward personal matters, and Irene was feeling surprisingly nervous. Her fantasies about Pete had never included doubt or unease, yet she was discovering how different reality made things.

Pete was most definitely very alluring to Irene. He was a husky, well-conditioned thirty eight-year-old security guard. He worked nights and spent his days, the rumor mill said, enjoying the fact that working husbands left lonely, bored housewives throughout the neighborhood. Pete was divorced, again according to the rumors, because of his daytime prowling into the neighborhood bedrooms. His ex-wife had moved back to her hometown in another state, taking their son with her. The boy was coming to spend a month of the summer with Pete, and it was the boy that Pete talked to Irene about as his leg casually brushed against hers.

"The kid is not a kid now, Irene," he was saying, slipping his arm behind her and resting it on the back cushions of the sofa. "A crucial age for a boy. I remember, for instance, that I was his age when I got my first piece of ass."

Irene giggled nervously. "Pete!" she gasped, feeling her face blush. "You don't have to confess anything to me."

"Oh, I know that," he said, grinning at her embarrassment. "It's just that Rory living with his mother has probably been too sheltered. I'm worried that the kid will get off to a rocky start in life if he doesn't have a father figure around to explain certain facts of life to him. Know what I mean?"

She nodded slowly as her fingers trembled on her iced tea glass. "That makes sense," she said. "I guess it's lucky that Rory will be staying with you this summer."

"Well, that's what I've been wanting to talk to you about," he said, clearing his throat and easing himself even closer to her. "I'd like you to help me a little with the kid."

"Sure, but how can I help?" she asked, only half hearing his words.

A faint smile danced across his lips as his eyes searched her face and the enticing bulge of her big tits. "I want him to learn about life and about women in the right way," Pete said softly.

"I still don't know what that has to do with me," Irene said with another nervous chuckle. She felt his breaths on her face and she didn't trust herself to look into his eyes.

"Let's talk about the kid later," Pete said as he suddenly leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. As the same instant, he dropped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, crushing her body against his. "You smell so damn good," he breathed.

"Pete!" Irene gasped, trying feebly to escape his embrace. "What are you doing?" Her pulse was pounding suddenly and her heart was racing. Panic and excitement surged inside her, making her tremble as her mind reeled in confusion. "You shouldn't…"

He blocked her words by pressing his lips over hers and immediately stabbing his tongue into her mouth. He increased the pressure of his hold on her as he Frenched her mouth.

Irene uttered muffled cries, but inspite of her panic, she felt her body responding to his bold activity. Involuntarily, she began sucking on his invading tongue and automatically yielding to his powerful embrace. Before she realized it, her body was tingling with lusty excitement. The crush of his body, husky and hard, seemed to smother her weak protests while flaming the secret desire that had been boiling inside. Suddenly, her fantasies about Pete were happening, and the forceful sensations that resulted were both frightening and thrilling.

Her mind was spinning, signaling the control she had so quickly lost, yet recording all the wanton pleasure sweeping through her lusty body. She sucked greedily now on his tongue as she melted against him. His embrace became an enveloping security. She told herself she couldn't resist him, that he was too strong for her. Of course, she gave only token resistance to his demanding kiss, and she sighed as she gladly surrendered to him.

His free hand slipped under her skirt and roamed higher and higher up her thighs. Irene started to moan as his fingers stroked closer and closer to her damp panties. Her tits tingled as they pressed into his body, and Irene suddenly couldn't wait for him to make the rest of her fantasy a reality.

His fingers grazed her moist cunt through her panties and lightning streaks of pleasure jolted her senses. She groaned and threw her arms around his neck, abandoning all her reserve as she accepted the terms of surrender.

He obviously recognized his victory and wasted no time pressing his advantage. He broke off the kiss and moved his lips over her chin and neck, nibbling her sweet, flawless flesh wetly as he headed down to those mammoth, jutting tits. His hands flew over her blouse, tugging it up over her head and quickly exposing her heavy, ripe tits.

His eyes blazed as he stared at her luscious tits. Irene loved the examination of his hot eyes, and she felt a tremendous rush of pride that this experienced stud would be so obviously thrilled by her tits. Her plump, pink nipples stood out stiffly, flaring into sharp tips. Her meaty, full tit-melons throbbed and ached, and Irene squealed deeply when Pete finally placed his strong hands on them.

He tweaked her sensitive nipples with his fingertips and pinned lewdly. "Quite a pair, young lady," he rasped, watching as her tits jiggled under his touch. "You could definitely stop traffic with these tits. Shit, you sure stopped me more than once," he added with a snicker.

"Oh, Pete, we shouldn't be doing this," she whimpered, making no effort to cover her naked tits or to stop his caressing.

"Take it easy, honey," he whispered, squeezing her tits in his hands while leaning forward to nuzzle the rosy tips with his lips. "I've watched you shaking your cute little ass in my direction. Now don't tell me you're nothing but a cock-teaser."

"Oh, no, no, I would never do anything like that," she protested. "I mean, I wouldn't knowingly…"

"Stop explaining and just enjoy," he interrupted, flashing a wide smile. "We both know what I want."

There was no time for guilt or doubt now as Pete damped his lips around one of her stiff nipples. Instant flashes of white-hot pleasure scared through her and she swooned. He flicked his tongue vigorously across her trapped nipple, whipping the stinging bud into a frenzy.

Irene gasped and groaned as she clutched at Pete's shoulders. Arousal drowned her thoughts and trembled her body. His tongue was driving her wild even before he switched his attention to her other nipple. This time he held the nipple in place with his teeth, then started the tongue-whipping.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and gulped in as much of her titflesh as possible. Irene howled out her delight and felt the room spin before her eyes. Her body shuddered and she felt her pussy slicks.

This was real, she kept telling herself. The luxuries of fantasies no longer existed. Yet, Irene was too horny to concern herself with guilty feelings about Dan. Pete had simply overwhelmed her and had brought out her sensual longing for him.

"Am I terrible?" she whispered in a weak, breaking voice.

"You're beautiful," he responded, mumbling around her tasty titflesh. "Now is no time to start worrying. We both know I'm going to fuck you. We both know you're going to love it as much as I will."

Maybe I've always been a slut at heart, she told herself as she swooned under the wild lapping of his tongue. Both of her nipples were now glistening with his spit and the fire raging in her cunt was making her spasm uncontrollably.

As he munched greedily on her tits, he moved his hands beneath her skirt to her panties. Without hesitation, Pete started tugging her panties off, jerking them down ever her squirming hips and ass, then dragging them down her long legs. Irene did what she could to help as he stripped off her panties, but she made sure his mouth kept feasting on her tits.