David Crane: Wife in the back seat

While she waited Betty looked out the window, admiring her new car. But she didn't go out to look at it closer. She was still naked and saw no reason why she should bother to put any clothing on until after she had finished fucking with the two horny men who were on the way.

Bill went to work and, during a coffee break, happened to mention to his boss that today was his first wedding anniversary.

His boss was a romantic sort of fellow, and generous, to boot. He suggested that Bill should take the rest of the day off to spend with his sexy, redheaded wife. Bill thanked him profusely and left for home.

His boss went into the lavatory and hauled his cock out. He built some lurid fantasies about what Bill and curvaceous Betty were going to be doing soon, imagining all the graphic and juicy details of their fucking.

Then he jacked off.

But, nevertheless, he was a romantic and generous guy, and who could fault him for being imaginative?

Nor had he any idea at all that, by sending Bill home early and unexpectedly, he was going to be responsible for enlightening the husband to his wife's adultery…

Vince arrived first.

Betty, stark naked, met him at the door and they began to kiss and cuddle in the hallway.

He suggested that they go to bed.

"Not yet, honey – Joe Morris is coming over, too. I'm in the mood for lots of loving," she said.

Vince didn't mind sharing her with Joe.

After all, she wasn't his wife.

Joe got there a few minutes later.

He blinked in mild surprise at finding another guy already there. Then the two men grinned and winked at one another conspiratorially, glad to enjoy Betty between them – and thankful that their own wives were not so wanton.

Truth be told, both of their wives were getting their asses fucked off at that very moment. But that was another story and unlike Bill Brady, neither of them were going to arrive home and find out.

The three of them went up to Betty's bedroom.

Joe and Vince stripped naked and they all got onto the big marital bed together.

The men began to play with the naked woman.

And they were all so engrossed by their pleasures that none of them heard Bill come home…

Bill had noticed two strange cars parked in front of the house, but he thought nothing of it. He left his own car in the driveway behind the red convertible and entered the house, horny for a fuck, eager to sink his hard, hot prick into his loving wife's pussy.

As he started up the stairs, he heard plenty of moaning and panting, and the squeaking of the bedsprings.

He paused, then grinned.

He assumed his wife must be giving herself a hand-job, or maybe fucking herself with a salami or banana, as she often did to turn him on while, he watched.

Since he had cum in her mouth and left her without a cum in return, it was only understandable that the woman should be taking care of her hot pussy by hand.

But how fortunate that he had gotten home in time to take over the pleasant task of making her cream, he thought.

He went up the stairs, tiptoeing now, wanting to sneak a look at Betty as she masturbated, before he made his presence known.

He sneaked down the hall and looked into the room where he and his wife slept.

Anti the husband got a hell of a shock. He gulped and his jaw dropped open wide, and his eyes bulged out.

Betty lay in the center of the bed, between the two naked men, like the filling in a sandwich.

He knew who Vince and Joe were, but he sure as hell had never guessed what they were – his wife's lovers!

Two at a time!

And in his own bed, to boot!

And even on their anniversary!

Bill was hurt and furious and jealous. His first impulse was to rush in and confront them. But he held back. He told himself that it would be a good idea to spy for a while and find out just how naughty his wife really was – to gather the evidence before he accused her.

That was what he told himself, anyway, although the fact was that, along with all the other jumbled emotions, it was making Bill Brady very horny to play the peeper on his transgressing wife.

Lurking at the doorway, he looked – and his prick began to respond, swelling and jolting.

Each man was feeling a fat tit, and Betty was turning her head from side to side, kissing Joe and Vince in turn. Bill could see pink tongues sliding back and forth as his wife French-kissed her lovers.

Her rosy nipples stood up like juicy gumdrops as the men kneaded her big tits.

Betty slid a hand down and grasped Joe's stiff prick, fondling it and cupping his swollen balls. Her other hand dropped onto Vince's hard prick.

She frigged both men and they both ducked down to suck on her rigid nipples.

Joe groped down her gently rounded belly and cupped his hand on her bushy cunt mound, dipping her fingers into her crotch to caress her cunt.

Vince reached down, too, and started to pull on her stiff cut while Joe finger-fucked her cunt.

"Ummmmm – ahhhhh!" the faithless redhead sighed, as they fingered her frothy fuck-hole and nursed on her explosive tit-tips.

She threw her meaty thighs open wide, spreading her loins invitingly.

"Give me some stiff prick!" she whimpered.

Vince and Joe, each with a mouthful of tit, looked at each other, obviously wondering which one should fuck her to begin with.

Bill knew that if he made his presence known at this stage, he could prevent his wife from going all the way with her lovers. But he figured that she must have fucked both of them lots of times before, because there was a familiar intimacy about the situation. It would only be another slice off a cut loaf.

Besides, if he were to prevent the fucking, he wouldn't be able to watch it.

And Bill was hot to spy on Betty as she cuckolded him all the way.

Vince and Joe were politely waiting for Betty to select her first fucker.

Betty didn't give a shit what the sequence was, as long as they both fucked her.

She tossed a mental coin and tugged on Vince's large, formidable prick.

He grinned and rolled on top of her.

Both men were pleased, in fact.

Vince felt proud because she had chosen him for the first fuck. And Joe was smug, figuring that the redhead was saving the best for last.

Vince knelt between her thighs and Betty guided the head of his cock into her cuntgash. Holding the cock-shaft, she rubbed the bulging cock-knob around in her gooey pussy-slot and against her inflamed clit.

She began to pull his prick into her pussy.

"Shove it up me, baby," she whined. "Give me all of your big fucker!"

Vince began to sink his prick in slowly, burying it inch by inch up her cunt-hole.

He fucked in balls-deep and held the full penetration, as Betty wriggled and squirmed on his prick like a fish struggling on a gaff.

She began to fuck before he did, pulling her pussy up and down on a few inches of his cock.

Then he fell into the rhythm with her. He fucked his cock in as she jerked down and drew out to the cock-knob as she whipped her loins up. His balls swung in and slapped against the cheeks of her ass as he sank his prick in to the hilt.

She tossed her legs up and hooked her knees around his haunches, riding him from below.

Each time his cock-lance stuffed her full, cunt-juice came pumping from her pussy, lathering her loins, streaming down to seep into the crack of her churning ass, ribboning down the insides of her thighs.

While Vince fucked her, Joe continued to suck on her swollen nipples and feel her cunt, adding another dimension to the sensation of getting fucked.

"Cum in me – cum, baby!" she moaned.

If Betty had had only one man in bed with her, she would have preferred to make it a prolonged fucking – but the greedy girl was already looking forward to the second cuntful before the first fuck was finished.