David Crane - Wife in the back seat

Her clit was smoldering like a lighted fuse and the core of her cunt was melting.

Vince grunted and gasped loudly.

His fiery fucker hissed in and his cumload splashed into the depths of her cunt-hole.

Bill thought he could hear the guy's cum gurgling in his wife's cock-stuffed cunt.

She squealed and creamed and Vince hammered away, emptying his balls spurt by spurt.

He faltered and missed a stroke.

His prick was still fat and firm, although his balls were slack, and Betty would have held him in her – except that Joe was awaiting his turn at her cunt.

She unwrapped her legs from Vince's hips, and he pulled his prick and flopped over on his back, panting and grinning, his cock semi-stiff and swaying over his belly. The cock-meat was awash with cunt-cum and jizz.

It was driving Bill crazy to see his wife's cunt-nectar glistening on another man's cock.

Then Joe hopped aboard.

He fitted his cock-head into her sodden cunt-slot, paused, then drove it all the way up. Betty squealed and started to fuck him immediately.

Joe elevated his ass and fucked in from above, sliding every inch of his long, thick, heavily veined cock-shaft across her clit as it sank in and pulled out.

Betty's pussy was so full of Vince's cum that it felt to Joe as if he were shoving his prick into a paste pot. He had to tug back hard against the suction.

He held her under the upthrust cheeks of her ass and pounded his prick in passionately, surging towards a quick crest, his balls ballooning.

His cum-load was all set to shoot, his potency heightened by the delay while he waited for his turn.

Betty felt his cock lurch violently.

She started to cream off again and wailed for him to give her his cum.

"Hose me, Joe! Cream my cunt!" Joe heaved in and howled. Betty undulated under him, her cunt sucking on his cock.

His fizz sloshed up her as plentifully and lavishly as Vince's had.

Once again, her husband thought he could hear the guy's thick cum splash in the core of her cunt. He groaned silently and watched in utter fascination.

Joe drained his cock and balls into the insatiable redheaded housewife. Then he slumped, spent.

Betty continued to wriggle on his cock for a while, working off the final spasms of her cumming and making certain that his own load was drained to the dregs.

He drew his prick out of her pussy and, Vince had, collapsed on his back beside her.

Betty stayed spread out, a blissful smile on her face, her cunt-slot gaping open, retaining the shape of the big cock that had stuffed her so full.

Cum and cunt-cream poured from her gaping fuck-hole, turning her groin to a morass.

Her husband stared at her faithless pussy in a sort of trembling awe.

Bill was no longer jealous or angry or hurt.

The man had become an instant voyeur.

Now he was perfectly content to peep longer, if the fucking continued. The last thing on earth that he wanted to do was to interrupt them.

But, in his fascination, Bill had stepped right into the open doorway to get the best possible look at all the creamy details.

Concentrating on watching, he didn't realize that he, too, could be seen…

Betty lay there, quietly panting for a few minutes.

Then she slid down on the bed, between the two men. Two fucks had been so nice that she wanted more.

Both guys' balls were slack, but their pricks were still half-hard. And Betty knew how to stiffen them up again.

She took Vince's prick-head into her sensual lips and began to suck softly. The cockknob flared instantly and his balls began to inflate again.

She adored mouthing cock-meat that was slathered with cuntjuice, and when she had nursed all the fuck-slime from Vince's cock, she switched over to Joe.

Vince's cock-head was polished like a purple gemstone now, slick with her saliva, and she started to suck on Joe's slimy fucker, enjoying the taste treat while her magic mouth revived his prick.

She inhaled on his cock-head, then blew down it as if to inflate his balls with her breath. Her silken eyelashes fluttered and her lips were smiling with pleasure on the head of his delectable prick.

Then she saw her husband standing, open mouthed at the bedroom door…

"Ohmigod!" Betty squawked.

Vince and Joe looked up, alarmed.

When they saw Bill, they both blushed with guilt.

Betty yanked her lips off Joe's prick, horrified.

Would her husband beat her? Would he leave her? Had she wrecked her happy marriage by her promiscuity? She was trembling with shame.

And Bill didn't know what to do.

As long as they had not been aware of his presence, he would have been glad to spy on them as long as they continued to suck and fuck.

But he couldn't tell them that. Bill considered that it was perverse for a guy to enjoy watching his wife fuck other men. He would have been too ashamed to confess that he had loved it and to have told them to continue.

But he had to react somehow.

He, too, was blushing, but they assumed that he was flushed by rage.

Then he saw the car keys on the nightstand, and it gave him his out. Feigning an anger that he did not feel at all, he marched into the room.

Betty flinched back in fear.

Joe and Vince raised their hands to ward him off.

If they happened to notice that the front of his pants was bulging out enormously, it didn't register.

"Errrr… ahhhh… darling," Betty stammered.

But she could think of nothing to say.

It was obviously not a case of rape. And there was no way that her husband would believe that she had just taken two cocks up her cunt by some sort of mistake.

The men eyed him warily, hoping he did not attack them while they were naked and vulnerable.

But Bill moved to the nightstand and snatched up the car keys.

"Happy fucking anniversary!" he snarled to Betty.

Then he turned and stormed out, leaving his wife naked on the bed with her two lovers. They all looked at each other in dismay.

But they had been caught and it was too late to do anything about it now and, since her husband had left, they figured they might as well fuck some more.

They didn't expect him to return soon. And, anyhow, one couldn't be hanged twice for the same crime.

And Vince and Joe were both already well hung, anyway.

Betty was worried and troubled about her marriage, but she could still console herself on some more cock.

And, in truth, she didn't need to worry at all…

Bill went out and got into the red convertible and sat shaking behind the wheel. He felt that he had salvaged his pride somewhat, by pretending to be furious and taking back her anniversary present.

But his prick was on the rampage. He was too worked up to return the car to the dealer where he'd bought it, which was on the other side of town. He was in a hurry to return home again, as soon as he had made his gesture of revenge. And besides, he didn't trust himself to drive very far with such a hard-on. So much blood had gone into the building of that towering erection that he felt dizzy and light-headed.

Bill drove to the nearest used-car dealer and left the car to be sold on consignment.

"Take whatever you can get," he told the dealer, impatient to be off.

Bill headed back home, where his wife was continuing to be unfaithful to him – as he had hoped.

And that was why a shiny red convertible came on the used-car market on the same day that eighteen-year-old Dolly Donovan passed her driver's test.

And passed it in a remarkable way…

Dolly Donovan was a delectable young lady, with tawny blonde hair and big blue eyes and the nubile, bouncy sort of body that made men drool.

She had high, round tits and a tight, trim ass and a set of legs that seemed to have been especially designed to wrap around a guy's ass while he ticked her.