Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

Charlie gaped in stunned silence as Judy calmly, provocatively unbuttoned her blouse and revealed huge portions of her enormous tits. As he feasted his eyes on the sight, Judy reached back and locked the office door. She then whipped off her blouse and let it fall to the floor.

"Why don't you come over here, Charlie, and take a real close look?" she purred. "I'm sure you'll see how bruised my peaches are, and I'm sure you'll know just where to kiss to make them better."

"Lady, this is crazy!" he gasped, gulping. "Who are you?"

"Just a friend of your wife's," she whispered, moving closer to him, jiggling her fine, big tits as she stepped forward.

"Misty?" he said, still gaping at her tits. "She knows you're here?"

Judy nodded and smiled sexily as she sat on the edge of Charlie's desk. Her skirt rode high on her shapely thighs before Judy then boldly reached out and grazed her right hand over the fly of Charlie's slacks.

"Misty has told me all about you, Charlie," she purred. "She told me what a hunk you are, and I'm anxious to find out for myself. So far, Charlie, I'm sure not disappointed."

His cock throbbed under the light, grazing touch of her fingertips through his pants. He seemed frozen in place, unable to resist her shockingly bold action and obviously unwilling and unable to pry his eyes off the sight of her naked tits.

"I… I don't get it!" he gasped as his prick surged to full-hardness inside his slacks. "Misty sent you here? Why?"

"Silly boy, she sent me here to get your mind off your work," Judy said patiently. "She's worried that you're working too hard and not paying attention to the important things in life." Judy pressed her advantage of having him totally off balance by her outrageous behavior. She unzipped his pants and felt inside for his surging fuckmeat. Charlie gasped as she touched his naked prick and began to pull it out through the opening in his pants.

"Misty… sent you… to do… this?" he stammered, his shock totally freezing him.

Judy chuckled lightly as she began stroking his exposed cock. It leaped in her fist and she squeezed, savoring the hard hotness of his bone-stiff fuckmeat.

"Well, not exactly." Judy chuckled. "But this part of my little visit can be our secret." She winked at him as his blush reddened on his face. "You aren't sorry I'm here doing this are you?"

He cleared his throat and nervously coughed. "Hell, no!" he gasped, suddenly grabbing at her tits and roaming his hands over the huge, jutting melons. His cock shuddered in her hand and Judy had to smile. This was going to be easy, she told herself.

"Then all Misty will have to know is I came by here today and made sure you weren't working too hard," Judy said, already imagining the blonde's reaction if her husband innocently went home tonight and announced that some sexy, mysterious brunette showed up at the store. She began to wonder if Charlie would even risk mentioning her to Misty. And then, that thought evaporated as Charlie suddenly ducked down and buried his face against her tits.

Judy giggled and gently twisted out of his anxious embrace.

"Down boy," she said. "Why don't you punch out for lunch and drive me to my apartment? We can finish our business there."

"I don't know," Charlie said, his exposed prick wobbling lewdly through his opened fly. "I really shouldn't leave the store. The manager is gone until late afternoon."

"Perfect," she said, smiling sweetly as she reached for her blouse and covered up her tits. "You're in charge for now. You can come and go as you please. Pick someone to watch things for you. We won't be gone more than a couple of hours."

"I don't know," he said softly, even though she was sure his mind was already made up.

"It's your choice," she said forcing the issue. "I'm leaving now. If you decide to come home with me, I'll see you in the parking lot in five minutes."

She buttoned her blouse and blew him a kiss before opening the office door and stepping out into the store.

She'd just reached her car when Charlie Morgan raced up behind her. Judy had to laugh as she handed him her car keys.

"I think the man should drive, don't you?" she said, lightly tracing fingertips over the slope of his shoulder.

She climbed into the car and slid across the front seat. When he settled behind the wheel, Judy put her hand in his lap and squeezed his prick through his slacks.

"God, I think I'm dreaming!" Charlie murmured.

"No dream," she whispered, tugging on the zipper of his pants fly and pulling out his throbbing prick. She mumbled directions to the apartment she shared with Bud even as she dipped her head down and gobbled up his surging cock.

Charlie groaned a guttural wail and pressed his back and shoulders hard against the seat. He did his best to concentrate on his driving, but from his throaty sounds and wild squirming, Judy knew she was giving him a near impossible task. She smiled as she feasted hungrily on his prick. And at the same time, she quickly realized what had started as a cruel game of revenge in a womanly battle for one man, was quickly becoming something the brunette hadn't bargained for. It wasn't until much later at the apartment that she even allowed herself to think about it, but it was there all along. There was something that attracted her to Charlie Morgan in a frightening sort of way, and though she pretended to be in total control of the wanton situation, the brunette knew she could easily tumble into uncontrollable love with Charlie Morgan.

The apartment was spare and modest, perfect for a light-traveling hustler like Bud Dumas. But with Charlie there, naked on the bed, reaching out to her and caressing her tits and shyly, endearingly, stroking her furry pussy, the apartment revealed itself for exactly what it was to Judy. It wasn't a home, certainly not in the sense of the comfortable little house where Misty lived. It was, at best, a stop-over room with the bare essentials. Charlie seemed out of place and, for the first time, Judy felt the same.

Soon, however, she had no room for lingering sadness or bittersweet musing. Her lush, sexy body and bold aggressiveness had unleashed the real man inside Charlie. Natural instincts and desires surfaced, and Charlie gradually shed his shyness. He became the passionate, horny lover she'd sensed war there in him all along.

He rolled over her and sucked one of her tits into his mouth. At the same time he fondled her pussy, deftly tracing her cunt with his fingers, prying her open like dissecting a delicate flower. And Judy swooned as a rare delight blossomed inside her.

She wrapped herself around Charlie, easing her long legs around his, hugging herself to him and gasping with real pleasure as his brick-hard cock slipped into her hungry cunt. Their bodies came together, merging them into a perfect unit before his powerful need boomed and he began pumping furiously, driving his cock in and out of her wet, clasping fuckhole.

She moved with him, humping up to meet the thrusts of his cock, and loving the sheer passion of their animalistic fucking. Her cries of pleasure rang in her own ears, and Judy shuddered as an orgasm seared through her.

Her pussy clamped around his prick, and still he pumped it into her. He fucked her like a wild man, locked away from pussy much too long. And Judy couldn't help but wonder how a sexy, horny creature like Misty could share a bedroom with such a man every night and not have tapped into his primitive, masculine core that was so evident now.

The brief time for wondering such tough thoughts passed. The needs of her body dominated and she gladly let herself go with the rushing flow of ecstasy that his powerful, hungry fucking gave her.

"Oooohhhhh, fuck me!" she squealed, thrashing beneath him, kicking her legs up high above his pumping butt. "Give me your come! Fill me up with your load! Give it to me!"