Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

"Oh, yeah, honey!" Charlie gasped. "Do it! Drink my come! Suck it right up! Drain my prick and swallow every drop?"

She nodded her head as she continued sucking his cock. Her lips began to glide up and down his shaft as her fingers fluttered over the fat base of his shaft, occasionally tickling his jizz-bloated balls. She held back nothing as she ate her husband's prick.

She moved her head, changing the angle of the attack of his cock into her mouth. She used her tongue to con the flesh of his shaft into a simmering, glossy sheen. She then slipped a hand around to fondle his manly buttcheeks, to squeeze the taut, firm flesh without interrupting her meaty meal.

"Here it comes!" Charlie warned, gasping and panting. "Get ready, baby! Here it comes! Drink it! Drink it all!"

She nodded and sucked harder, faster. She ran her fingertips up and down his hairy asscrack and thrilled as his cock leaped and the first waves of his salty spunk banged into her throat.

She sucked as his cock heaved, and she gulped down his thick load. Then, in the middle of his orgasm, she spit out his cock and fucked her tongue over his knob, letting the slimy jizz shoot against her lips. She rubbed her face in her husband's jism and loved the way his pulsating fuckmeat throbbed in her stroking hand. His mushroomy knob caressed her face even as his come squirted, and by the time the last of his load was seeping from his piss-slit, Misty was brazenly nibbling her lips at the tip-end of his knob, sucking up all that he had left for her.

Husband and wife moaned and Charlie finally eased down and covered his wife's body with his. They were still locked in their intimate, cozy embrace on the sofa when Judy and Bud dressed and slipped out of the house.

And Misty began to realize she had everything she wanted.

Sometime in the early evening Charlie and Misty moved off the sofa and went into the bedroom. They stretched out on the big bed and talked. As they talked they lazily fondled and caressed each other. They stroked each other until they both purred in the sweet contentment of comfortable lovers.

"I've been a bitch, Charlie," Misty blurted in her offhanded casual way. "But I guess you noticed that."

Charlie shrugged and chuckled. He tweaked one of his wife's stiff nipples and rubbed the bushy golden pelt of her cuntbush with his free hand.

"I noticed," he said with a wink. "But you were bored, and I don't blame you. So was I, a little. I just didn't let myself realize it until Judy barged into the store the other day. That really got my attention."

Misty snickered. "She has that ability."

"So do you," he whispered, leaning over and kissing her other nipple.

Misty groaned and roamed her hands over his back. She caressed his asscheeks and felt the stirring of his cock on her leg. Then, suddenly, another raunchy idea raced through her mind, and Misty rolled off the bed.

"Now what are you doing?" Charlie said, mildly exasperated.

"You'll see," she said brightly. "I've got a little gift from Judy. I think you'll like it."

She took the vibrator from her dresser drawer and returned to the bed and her husband. She giggled as Charlie's eyes riveted on the cylinder.

"Jesus, Misty, what the fuck is that thing for?" Charlie said, amusement creeping into his exasperated tone.

"It's to test your batteries, among other things," the blonde said airily.

She crouched between Charlie's legs and hit the button. Amid his good-natured shriek she lowered the swirling tip of the vibrator to the head of his cock. She lightly touched his knob with the vibrator and watched in lewd fascination as his fuckmeat surged instantly into a full-blown hard-on.

"Mmmmm, you like that?" she whispered, thrilling, to the sight.

"You know it," he said softly, his cock twitching and leaping.

She lowered the vibrator to the base of his cockshaft and Charlie humped automatically. His towering prick arched stiffly straight up, wavering like a fleshy flagpole. He groaned and his lusty expression signaled his excitement.

"This little wifey aid will come in handy on those nights when you're butt-dragging tired and you didn't think you're in the mood to get it up for me," she said sweetly.

She touched his balls with the vibrator and immediately thought she'd triggered her husband's orgasm. He gasped and his ass bounced up and down on the bed as if he was fucking the air. Desperate contortions rocked his body, and watching his reaction heated up the blonde's pussy.

"Oooohh, Charlie!" she squealed. "This little deal turns you into a wild man!"

"Shit, I don't need that!" he hissed, bolting upright and grabbing her hips.

She squealed again, then laughed happily as her husband lifted her up onto his sturdy, tall standing fuckmeat. She settled on his prick and her juicy pussy perched atop his spongy knob. A second later, with a throaty groan, she impaled herself on his prick, sitting flush on his cock and thrilling to the wondrous pleasure of his full-shaft wedged up into her.

She began rubbing her crotch on his, twitching her hips in tight, small circles as her cuntwalls flexed and ripped on the imbedded fuckmeat. She squeezed her knees and inner thighs against his sides and purred.

"Oooohhh, Charlie!" she gasped. "I'm glad we found each other again! I'm so glad!"

"We never lost each other, honey," he said hoarsely, gently banging his prick up harder, deeper, into her clutching pussy passage. "We just took each other for granted for a while."

"Well, fuck, we won't do that anymore!" she said, starting to hump to and for riding his cock and loving the way her steamy cunt juices were already flooding her cock-stuffed tunnel.

"You mean forever more you'll never want to try out a sharp-looking stud?" Charlie said with a teasing sneer.

"Well, only if you get the notion to sniff some fresh pussy," she retorted, sharing the laughter as she began to bounce up and down oh his prick.

Suddenly, Charlie grabbed the vibrator from her hand and aimed the swirling tip-end of the phony cock at her clit. On his first try, amid the jarring cock-ride she was giving him, he hit the target. Misty went crazy. She shrieked and hissed and convulsed as if he'd electrocuted her. Her pussy snapped round his prick and her fuckhole spasmed crazily. She threw her head back, her long blond hair cascading don almost to her hips as she yelped and shrieked and shuddered.

"Shit-fire, I'm coming!" she yelled, bucking up and down on his cock. "I'm fucking coming! Oooohhh, God, Charlie, that's burning my little pussy like a motherfucker!"

Charlie kept the tip-end of the humming vibrator nudged against his wife's clit. And her pussy just kept churning and flexing and spasming. Her sweet nectar gushed in rich rivers, soaking his prick and matting their crotches.

Her shrieks grew hoarse, but her violent contortions and gyrations didn't lessen. The vibrator and her husband's cock saw to that. "Aaahhhhh, Charlie!" she yelled.

"Oooohhhh, I can't stop coming! Ohhhhhh! I… just… can't… stop!"

At last, Charlie tossed aside the vibrator, grabbed Misty's jiggling tits and began pumping his prick hard up into her clutching pussy passage. He squirmed and bounced his ass on the bed and grunted with effort at the frenzy of his fierce fucking.

The erotic high the sexy blonde wife had just savored still very much seared her senses. She seemed hapless as she swayed and tossed atop her husband's cock, but the sheer thrill of the experience was clearly evident in the expression on her beautiful face. Her long golden hair whipped across her face as the wild movements jolted her all around, but never did she slip off the perch of his prick.

"Oh, honey, you're driving me crazy!" Charlie hissed, his cock surging mightily up into her squeezing pussy. "You always fuck my balls off! You know that? You do! Oooohhh, damn, I'm about to blast a load that'll blow off the top of your head!"