J. Watson - The wife_s new tricks

"Be still," Jerry said. "Get fucking still and open your fucking legs. I'm going to fuck you!"

She kept twisting but somehow he got on top of her and she felt his rigid prick sliding easily into her abused cunt.

"Oh, this is perfect," Jerry said. "Shit, she feels gooder than shit! She's tight. She's fucking tight!"

She had never had it this way before, not two boys at once. She could feel James grabbing her head as tightly as he could while he slammed his hot cockmeat into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged each time he rammed it into her mouth.

Jerry was nearly ripping her pussy apart with his big cock. He was fucking her as if he'd never had a piece of pussy. Perhaps he hadn't. She had never felt such excitement.

"Fuck her good," Richie was saying. "Fuck her ass off. Tear the little bitch up!"

Caroline didn't want to, but she felt the hot fires shooting through her thighs and up the insides of her body to make her tits a little harder. She found herself gobbling James' cock a little more.

She started moaning as her pussy juices started to soak his cock. She couldn't cry out. Her mouth was too filled with cockjuice. All she could do was keep mumbling as the pleasure spasms started shaking her body.

"Shit, she's swallowing my cock!" James cried. "She's going to swallow my fucking cock!"

James held on to her silken head as if he wasn't ever going to let her go. She could feel his cockhead brushing at the back of her throat. She could feel the jism leaking down the back of her throat. At the same time she felt Jerry's hands reaching around her tits. He grabbed hold of them hard and nearly pulled them off. She could hear him gasping for breath.

"Shit, baby," Jerry said. "Oh shit, it feels good. I'm going to come, baby. I'm going to shoot my fucking wad! Shit, baby it feels so good. so fucking good!" She felt his hot cock explode inside her with what seemed like gallons of thick cum. He kept ramming her and his cock kept spurting. Her cunt had never been so filled up with cum.

"You little bitch," James groaned. "You little cocksucking bitch! Suck my cum out! Suck out my fucking cum!"

He came so fast that he took her by surprise. He rammed his cock in deep and then she felt the first quick spasm of his cock. Cum splattered against the roof of her mouth. She quickly started to swallow. She gagged on the second spurt of cum. She drew her head back and let some of his cum escape the side of her mouth. Then she slowly moved her lips back down on his prick and managed to swallow the last weakened spurt of his jism.

"Fantastic," James groaned. "Fantastic!"

The boys looked like they wanted more, but Brad was looking nervous. The younger boys started putting their clothes on. Richie looked angry.

"What the hell is going on? We're going to have some more of this hot bitch, aren't we?"

"It's getting late," Brad said.

"I don't fucking care," Richie said. "I want some more of her sweet ass!"

"No," Brad said softly, and Caroline breathed a sigh of relief. She knew it was over. Those boys were going to listen to Brad. "Any longer and we'll be taking a chance."

"Shit, she's going to tell everybody anyway," Richie said. "A few more fucks won't hurt her none."

"No," Brad said again. "She's not going to tell anyone. Are you, bitch?"

"No," Caroline said. "I'm not going to tell."

Brad nodded. Somehow Caroline knew that he knew she was afraid to tell anyone. She didn't want her husband to know what had happened. She wouldn't want anyone to know.

"We leave her here," Brad said. "The road's a half mile back that way, baby. You can find it. And remember what I said. Don't tell anyone."

Caroline was happy to see the boys go. She knew that she hadn't found out anything by taking a trip to her father's. Except one thing. She loved to fuck. No matter who it was.

Caroline went out to dinner with Rick on the first night of her evening back. Perhaps Rick expected that she would be over her dark mood, but he just found it worse. Caroline was feeling such guilt that Rick couldn't help.

She couldn't even tell Rick that it wasn't his fault.

Rick brought her home but he had to leave again. She wasn't sure if he had to leave or if he was just trying to get away from her. Certainly she hadn't been much fun for him lately.

Rick was hardly put of the apartment when the phone rang.

"Yes?"

"Caroline. This is John. I'm having a little party tonight. I thought you might want to come."

"I don't think so," Caroline said. "I think I'm all done with your parties."

"Don't be like that, bitch," John said.

"You better come to this party or your husband's going to get a gift in the mail."

"A gift?" Caroline asked. "I don't understand."

"You didn't know I was taking pictures the other night. Pictures of you and Dee. Both of you were really enjoying yourself. I got some great shots. Now, do you want your husband to share those pictures with me?"

"You bastard," she said.

"Twenty-three Oak Road," John said. "Be there."

The phone went dead. Caroline was stunned. Things were really starting to get out of hand. She would have left right then if it wasn't for Rick. She had to somehow explain things to him, and she couldn't. She had no choice. She had to go.

Caroline dressed in a knee-length dark dress and called a taxi. The driver had no trouble finding the address. It was in the fancy section of town. It was a huge, sprawling mansion with a guard out front. He came out and stopped the taxi.

"Who are you?" the guard asked roughly.

"I was asked to come by John Richardson," Caroline said.

"All right," the guard said. "I was told to expect somebody like you. Drive up."

The taxi driver leered at her as she got out of his taxi at the front door. She realized that he thought she was some kind of whore. She felt tears stinging her eyes again as she realized that the driver was right. She was some kind of a whore. Only she was worse. She was like her mother. She fucked because she loved fucking.

The door was opened by an elderly gentleman who looked slightly drunk.

"So you're Caroline. John didn't tell me how beautiful you were. You're a Goddess. Come in, young woman. Don't just stand there. This is my home. I'm William Ambrose."

Caroline almost, died when she heard the name. William Ambrose was one of the biggest judges in the country. Caroline had heard Rick speaking of him lots of times. Caroline also remembered that he was top dog in Rick's law firm.

He didn't give her much room to pass. She was forced to squeeze by him and William Ambrose took full advantage of it. He let her know quickly that there was only one reason why she had been invited to the house that evening.

He touched her shoulders and stopped her before she got by him. Her round tits pressed snugly against him. She could smell the beer on his breath as he leaned over and kissed her mouth. She waited, until he finished the kiss before she passed by. He let his hand rub her ass.

"You really are a good-looking young piece," he said. "I'm glad John invited you. Come on in, darling. We'll fix you a drink and let you meet the rest of our guests."

There were quite a few people at the party. That surprised her. She hadn't expected it to be a real party. She had thought that John was just bringing her there to fuck.

Then she looked around again and she saw that most of the women at the party were young and beautiful. She was right about what kind of party it was going to be. There were no wives. This wasn't the kind of a party a man brought his wife to.

"What kind of drink?" Ambrose asked.

"It doesn't matter," she answered.

He gave her ass another gentle pat as he went off to make her drink. She looked around again and saw John coming toward her. He was grinning lewdly.