R Simpson - Massage parlor wife

"Eat it – eat it you dirty cunt-eater," she cried, her eyes aglow with passion, her body trembling with desire. "Ohhh, Jerry, you're driving rue out of my gourd. Yes! Yes!!"

Faster and harder, Jerry's hot tongue lashed into her. He was enjoying the action all as much as she was.

"Suck it, baby, suck it," she panted, "Do it – do it!"

Together, the turned-on trio soared toward climax.

"Look at us in the mirror," Laura panted excitedly, "Aren't we a sight for sore eyes – the three of us going to town!"

Indeed the reflection in the mirror told the story. Two women flipping-out, as they vigorously continued their three-way.

"Ohhhh, ram it to me, way up there – that's it faster, fucker, faster," Laura cried out passionately. "Ohhhh – ahhhhh – I want it all, baby – all of it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She was pumping up and down now; down on the dildo sliding up her hot tight asshole, down on the hard penis stabbing her vagina.

"Fuck!" she cried, "Fuck it!"

Her impassioned pleas for sex action brought a response from Jerry who rode her hot vagina in quicker, driving thrusts.

"That's how its done," she panted, as she felt his throbbing member driving farther up her tight, twisting vagina.

She let her fingernails pinch into Terry's nipples as he rode her faster. The intensity of the pleasure demanded she give vent to it some way.

"Ahhhh – ohhhhhh – yes – yess!" she cried out, "Fuck it!" As Jerry threw his pelvis up to meet her down thrusts, he felt her vagina gripping, squeezing, massaging and exciting him. He couldn't remember when he'd had a couple of dames who could produce such complete sexual frenzy.

"Fuck!" she gasped, as she neared her shattering climax. "Ohhhh – ahhhhh," Terry panted, as he lashed her love-button with vigorous tongue strokes. As she'd turn, and twist, his hands would grip her buttocks tightly to hold her vagina in place so his tongue wouldn't slip out.

"Suck it," she panted, "Suck my pussy – eat it…"

She couldn't stand it any longer as her hands clawed into his head, and her vagina gushed into his mouth,, sending the juices trickling down the sides of his mouth.

"Ohhhhh-ahhhhh – lover, suck – suck me," she panted. The hot tongue lashed her liquids, licking, eating them.

Now, he was winding up his own cock-stabs, as he rode into Laura's twisting vagina.

"Ohhhh, baby – that's it," Laura cried out, as he shot his rocks off in her vagina. "Ahhhhh – ohhhhh!" she panted as the penis was milked by her vagina.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away from Terry's sweet snatch, smiling delightedly up at her, "Good cunt!"

"You're a real groovy guy," she smiled, stroking his hair, and patting him appreciatively. "You really know how to make a woman happy."

"Thank you, luv," he smiled, kissing her vagina softly. Laura pulled off the proud penis that was still erect, and let her anus slide off the dildo.

Laura went into the bathroom to douche, and she was followed in by Jerry who still had the dildo strapped to his body. And he asked her, "Help me out of this dripping dick, honey!"

"Oh, sure," she smiled, un-strapping him and washing the dildo off.

Then, they went back to the bedroom, and Terry still lay there, a smile on her face.

"What's eating you?" Jerry smiled, slapping her playfully.

"Nothing, but I just wondered what my husband would think if he'd been in the corner watching!"

"He'd kill me no doubt," she answered her own question.

"What about me?"

"He'd kill you too," she giggled.

"All this talk about killing – really, luvs, this is a sexual celebration – or so I thought anyway," she giggled.

"We need some more champagne," Jerry smiled, "And you know what – I'm hungry."

"That's not surprising," Laura laughed, gliding toward the kitchen, "I'll fix you something – how about some beef stroganoff?"

"That would take a lot of time…"

"It doesn't the way I fix it," Laura assured him, "I've got some chopped sirloin, and I can fix that easily with the special mix I have."

"Beautiful," Jerry smiled, walking naked over to the bar, and opening up a new bottle of champagne. He took three glasses, and following Laura's example, brought them over to the cocktail table. He popped the bottle open, and poured them each a drink. Sitting down, they all watched the fireplace and its beautiful cascading light.

"I'll have a sip before I start our morning brunch," Laura smiled, reaching down to pick up her champagne glass.

"You're going to stay for breakfast," Terry smiled, "I wonder where Brad is?"

"Brad?"

"I'm going to run along and fix our food," Laura said, "and you two can talk about Brad."

"Brad is my husband," Terry smiled, "He's always away somewhere, and he leaves me alone."

"That's a silly, thing to do – a gorgeous woman like you should never be left alone."

"Thank you, baby – I only wish my husband's boss thought so."

"Your husband's boss?"

"Yes, he thinks Brad is the best trouble-shooter in the business, and he sends him off on assignments around the country."

"Leaving you, poor baby – all alone with the men at the massage parlor."

"Of course my faithful, question mark, husband doesn't know about my job. You see I thought of this as a relief from boredom, and I'm not bored."

"Why no," he smiled, pouring himself another drink, "A gorgeous piece of ass like you working at a massage parlor will never be bored."

This Terry was finding out – fast!

Just as Laura had said, it didn't take her long to prepare the food for the three of them. She served it on her best china, and it did seem strange to Terry to be sitting at the table – naked.

"What are you giggling at?" Laura demanded, when she noted poor Terry couldn't quit her laughing-jag.

"I don't know," she shook her head, "I guess it just hit my funny bone to think of us all sitting here stark naked in a dining room."

"There's nothing funny about nudity," Jerry smiled, "It is man's natural state. All these silly looking clothes we've created for ourselves, as our disguises – they are the real funny offenders."

"That's a fact," Laura nodded, as she helped herself to another serving of food. The early morning sky was lightening at last, and Terry smiled as she saw it. "We were up all night – and I never even noticed it."

"We were having fun," Laura explained. "But after we eat, it might be a good idea for us to take a little rest – before we resume our sexual festivities."

"Alright," Jerry agreed. A few moments later the three of them headed for the bedroom, and the king-size bed. Laura pulled the thick double drapes across the windows which kept out the light. And then, throwing the sheets back on the king-size bed, she led the way. Jerry followed, lying in the middle, and Terry lay on his other side.

"I wonder who is sleeping with Bridget Bardot right this minute," Jerry joked.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Oh, I always ask myself nice questions like that before I fall asleep. It lets me fall asleep with a nice hard-on just thinking about those gorgeous women, in bed – naked and…"

"We're here to get some sleep – stop all that sex talk," Laura insisted. The three of them fell asleep after a few more moments of small talk, and when they awakened, he had his penis pressed tightly against Laura's behind, as she faced the other way. His erection awoke her, and she turned to tell him. "Stop pushing that thing at me!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it," he insisted.

"What would you like for our next good time?" Terry said, rubbing her hands gently on his back.

"How about the sex wheel?"

"Sex wheel?" Laura asked Jerry, "Never heard of it!"

"Well, you're hearing about it now," he insisted. "I fasten my mouth to Laura's snatch, and then Laura sucks your pussy Terry, and you eat my dick!"