Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

"Why not?" she said.

He took the tape from her, moved across the room and slid it into a VCR mounted on top of a TV. A second later, the TV screen came to life with the images of the sexy redhead and the monster-cocked stud sprawled in the sixty-nine position on a leopard-skinned rug.

Misty gazed mesmerized at the erotic sights and sounds on the TV screen. At the same time, she was aware of the man's hands slipping around her waist, then reaching up toward her tits. She moaned and let herself ease back against his firm body. She rubbed her ass on his lap, feeling the urgent throbbing of his prick, now obviously demanding and brimming with horny need.

"You like this one, don't you?" he whispered, his hot breath in her ear.

"Mmmmm!" Misty moaned, loving the raw heat that radiated off his prick and through his slacks. Her flesh quivered, her excitement soared. It was crazy, but it was happening. A wild pulsing banged inside her as the heat of passion sizzled her cunt. "What about your girlfriend?"

"Judy and I have very special relationship," the man husked, his fingers now gliding over the pointy tips of Misty's prominent nipples. "We like to see each other happy and satisfied. Sometimes, we even share the things that make us happy."

Misty gasped, and she wasn't sure if it was because of what he was doing to her tits, or because of what he'd just whispered in her ear. At any rate, Misty was suddenly on fire, her lust raging out of control and she couldn't stop herself from the glorious feelings and desire engulfing her. His cock continued to pound maddeningly against her ass and her wet, hot pussy churned. It was all so wanton and wickedly raunchy that the sexy blonde felt her knees turn to rubber. Her eyes remained fixed on the lewd television images, adding to her lusty excitement and doubling the arousal that was sweeping her senses.

His hands slipped under her halter top and Misty groaned a guttural sigh of ecstasy as his fingers finally stroked her bare tits. Her plump, itchy nipples seemed to verge on bursting as his fingers nipped and squeezed and teased them. At the same time, he began rubbing his cock hard against her ass until she was sure the fabric of his slacks and the material of her shorts would melt.

"What did you mean about sharing stuff with your girlfriend?" she asked as he tweaked her nipples.

"I think you know what I meant!" he hissed, kissing her neck and pressing his cock harder against her butt.

"You let her fuck other men?" Misty asked, visualizing such a scene even as she kept gazing at the taped sixty-nining.

"Sometimes," he said, finally freeing her enormous tits from her halter top. "But mostly she likes my taste in women."

"Aaahhhhh!" Misty squealed, trembling all over as the excitement rushed through her. "And you have a taste for me?"

He snickered as his powerful hands squeezed and fondled her ripe titties. "Now I'll know about that after I've tasted you, won't I?"

She giggled a breathless laugh and reached back to stroke his legs while striving in near desperation to touch his pulsing prick.

"I think you'll like the way I taste," she whispered.

"I know I will."

The door opened following a brief knock, and Misty gasped, automatically trying to pull away from the man's intimate embrace. But it was much too late, and Misty glanced around to see the man's grinning girlfriend as she stepped into the room and closed the door quickly.

"Well, I see that you two didn't waste any time trying to out-do the actors," Judy said, gesturing toward the TV before returning her attention on the man and Misty.

The man sighed and took a step away from Misty. "I think we've narrowed down Miss… er…"

"Misty Morgan," Misty said quickly, smiling and blushing while hastily stuffing her tits back inside her halter top before facing, the woman.

"Yes, Misty," the man said. "We've narrowed down Misty's choice, Judy. But you'll be happy to know I think she's got a real interest in SWAP MATE. She'll probably want to rent something like that real soon."

"Oh, really?" the woman said, her eyes gleaming as they devoured the blonde's sexy body. "That is very interesting, Bud."

"Right," the man said. "But right now, I'm going to drive Misty home with today's movie."

"Mmmmmm, yes. Our in-home service policy," the girl said, just managing to keep from breaking into giggles.

The man ejected the tape and placed it inside its wanton cover, then escorted Misty out of the private room. The woman followed until they reached the front door.

"Have fun, Bud," the woman said, winking at Misty. "Just think about me slaving away here minding the store."

Bud laughed and blew Judy a kiss as he escorted Misty out of the store. He guided the blonde across the parking lot to his car. Once inside, he started the car and placed a hand on Misty's thigh.

"Show me the way," he said, a lewd grin curving his lips.

"I think you know the way," Misty quipped, grabbing the X-rated tape off the car seat and placing it on the dash as she moved closer to him. She lowered a hand to his lap and finally touched his jutting hard-on through his slacks. "I'm sure of it."

He snickered and rubbed her inner thigh.

"Then show me the way to your house," he said. "I'm sure the movie you've selected will look even better on your own TV."

Misty grinned and began unzipping his pants fly while giving him the directions to her house. She waited until he wheeled his car into the driveway before she lifted her mouth off his engorged cockhead.

"There is a slight problem," she said, smacking her lips. "I don't have a VCR."

He laughed and tossed the video cassette under the car seat. "Does it matter?" he asked, stuffing his saliva-slick prick inside his pants.

"Not at all," Misty said, keeping her hands on his balls until he opened the door and climbed from the car.

Much blazed through Misty's mind as she led the man into the house. She knew this handsome stranger was going to give her the fucking she'd been craving, and she knew she'd quickly rediscover that illusive spark that had lately been missing in the fucking between, her and Charlie. This was all so much like a fantasy that she trembled in hot anticipation.

But there was more to this horny adventure with Bud Dumas, and Misty had no trouble recognizing what it was. The knowledge that Bud and his girlfriend, Judy Witherspoon, occasionally brought a third party into their fucking made Misty absolutely weak with passion and lust. She found the whole idea of her being that third party extremely sexy and exciting. The small fact that she'd never before fucked around with another woman merely escalated her excitement and did delightfully wild things to her aching pussy.

"Nice place," Bud said, glancing around as she led him into the kitchen.

"Thanks," she said. "Want a beer or something?"

He shook his head and grinned. "I wanna suck your hot pussy."

Misty giggled as she posed seductively for him in front of the refrigerator. Slowly, she began removing her tank top.

"Why, Mr. Dumas, I sure like the way you talk," she purred as she dropped her halter top onto a dinette chair. "Are you always so friendly with your female customers?"

"Only the pretty, hot ones like you," he rasped, stepping up to her and hooking his fingers inside the waistband of her shorts while gazing straight into the naked, full mounds of her tits.

She reached for his crotch and touched the hard bulge of his cock through his slacks. His prick leaped under her touch, and they both moaned softly.

Bud leaned forward, his lips grazing hers and a second later his tongue was plunging into her hot mouth. Misty sucked on his tongue, drawing it down her throat as she mashed her tits into his chest and kept her fingers busy on his surging fuckmeat.