J. Watson - The wife_s new tricks

"You're doing fine, baby," John said. "You're doing really good. Just keep sucking my mouth like that, honey. Just keep working your sweet head up and down!"

She was beginning to deep-throat him. She was getting his cock all the way down inside her throat, so deep that his horse cock was almost choking her. Still, she didn't gag and she seemed to breathe easier each time she sucked his cock.

"She tastes sweeter than cock," Dee said, as she lifted her head.

"Well put your fucking tongue in there deep," John said.

Dee did more than put her tongue inside Caroline's pussy. This time she tongued at Caroline's clitty. Shiver after shiver went through Caroline. She forgot about her objections to having a woman kiss her cunt. Now all she could think about was that it felt so good.

Dee sucked at the clitty until she had it inside her mouth. She held it under her tongue and started pulling at it with tiny jerking movements of her head. Caroline almost screamed. She was gobbling all that thick cock almost to his balls. She closed her eyes. She had never felt so dreamy. She was feeling her pussy juices smearing Dee's mouth, but Dee didn't seem to mind. The little blonde seemed to have a lot of experience at sucking cunt.

"Oh shit yeah," John said. "You're really making her hot now. You're really getting her worked up. Keep sucking on her clitty like that!"

Dee's mouth was moving deep into her cunt and sucking hard on Caroline's clitty. Caroline could feel the knot in her belly and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. She was shocked by the thought that she could come with a woman sucking her cunt. What kind of woman was she? Still, she couldn't keep from moving her pussy against Dee's mouth. It just felt so good.

Caroline could feel John's cock getting bigger and thicker inside her mouth. She could feel his cum dripping into her mouth. His cum felt salty on her tongue. She had to swallow a little faster as more of his cum dripped down her throat.

"Oh shit yeah," John groaned. "I'm going to shoot it down your fucking throat. I'm going to blow it. I'm going to blow my fucking wad! I'm going to shoot it! I'm going to fucking shoot my cum!"

She thought she was prepared, but she wasn't ready to take the sudden thick spurting of his salty-tasting cum. His cum was spraying the roof of her mouth and then clogging her throat. She couldn't breathe. She had to draw her head back and start swallowing frantically, but most of his cum dripped down her chin to her tits. John pulled her head back and let the rest of his cum run down, her lips and cover her cheeks. She felt wet and sticky, but she couldn't think about that now. The only thing on her mind was the way that Dee was ramming her tongue into her pussy. It was making her crazy. She started rubbing her tits against the couch. Her nipples felt hard and achy.

"Eat me," she moaned. "Oh please eat! My pussy hurts so had. Eat me, honey!"

She knew she was completely crazy. She wanted to turn around and grab Dee's blond head. She couldn't twist around. All she could was put her face back against John's crotch. Her tongue ran up and down his cock, licking all the rest of his cum away. But she was hardly thinking about his cock. Her pussy felt too good.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed. "Oh fuck, it feels good. Oh fuck, your tongue feels so fucking good! I'm going to come. Oh shit, I'm going to come! Oh fuck!"

Dee didn't move her face away from Caroline's cunt as Caroline started coming. She felt Dee swallowing her juices and then sucking for more. It was fantastic. She felt weak as the last few shivers of pleasure went through her.

Dee raised her head. Her lips were smeared with juice. Caroline started to turn back over but instead she felt Dee moving up her body. Dee was suddenly lying flat on top of her. Caroline could feel Dee's tits against her back.

"What are you doing now?" Caroline asked.

"Dee's going to fuck your ass," John explained. "She doesn't have a cock but she enjoys it this way!"

Caroline didn't understand until she felt Dee rubbing her pussy against her ass; it didn't take Dee long. Almost immediately Caroline could feel the ripples of pleasure going through Dee's body. Caroline felt Dee's hands sliding underneath her to grab her tits.

"I'm riding your ass," Dee groaned. "I'm riding your fucking ass! Oh shit, you whore. You fucking cunt! You cunt. You cheap-assed cunt. OH SHIT!"

It didn't seem possible, but Caroline could feel the hot juices in the crack of her ass. Caroline realized that Dee could almost come like a man. Caroline's ass felt as wet as her face and tits, and just as tacky.

"You'll find a bathroom through there," John said. "Clean yourself up. I wouldn't want your husband to see cum all over you when he sees you again."

John and Dee laughed and again Caroline felt that awful humiliation. But there was nothing she could do about it. She did as she was told and went to clean herself up.

Caroline was not sleepy, even though she could hear Rick snoring loudly beside her. Rick was happy. He had been in a horny mood that evening and he had pounced on her almost as soon as he walked through the door. His fucking was fast and furious. She had just been getting warmed up when suddenly Rick groaned and shot his thick wad into her pussy. He didn't seem to care about her needs. He simply kissed her and then rolled over and went to sleep.

It made her angry.

She kept thinking of John and how satisfied he had made her. She knew she didn't like John very much, but she also knew that she had never met a man quite like him. Just thinking of him made her itch all over.

Caroline couldn't stand the snoring anymore and she carefully got of bed. She had taken a long bath a little while before, but even that had not made her sleepy. In the bath she had done something she hadn't done in a long while. She had fingered her pussy until she reached a climax. It hadn't been a satisfying one, but at least it eased the ache that Rick had started with his clumsy fucking.

But now the itch was back, and it was so bad that she was tempted to wake Rick up for another session.

Two things stopped her. First of all she knew how badly Rick needed his sleep. The work was getting harder every day. Secondly, she wasn't sure if Rick could satisfy her. He probably wouldn't be able to get his pecker hard the second time.

Caroline wasn't a drinker, but at that moment she needed a drink. She had some wine in the kitchen but that wasn't what she needed. She needed something stiffer than that. She glanced at the clock on the bedroom wall. It was a little past nine p.m. The bar in the apartment complex would still be open.

Caroline had never gone down there by herself, but tonight she badly needed to get out of that stuffy apartment. She dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a pullover, blouse. She thought about putting on a bra but then decided against it. The blouse was heavy enough to hide the outlines of her tits and she wasn't going to be gone that long.

She decided to just be comfortable.

It took her five minutes to walk from her apartment to the bar. It was not crowded, as she'd known it wouldn't be. The bar was a quiet place for those working men and woman to have a quick drink before going home.

There was only one man in the bar. He gave her an appraising glance as she came in. He liked what he saw because he smiled. She didn't smile back. She wasn't in the mood for that.

She went straight to the bar and ordered a cold drink. She had barely sat down at a dark table when the man came down toward her. She saw that he was a big, muscular man. He wore tight jeans and a shirt opened halfway down the front to reveal his curly black chest hairs. He had on a cowboy hat and boots.

He didn't say anything to her, at first. He simply stood at her table while his hungry eyes went up and down her lush body.