Jerry Jones - Wife's Anal Perversion

Her breath came fast as he rammed. His hot hands gripped her buttocks. She reached around to grasp his ass cheeks.

Now his cock exploded. Her hands gripped his buttocks tightly as he flexed his ass muscles in his final thrust.

When he had finished unloading his juice in her pussy, he slowly eased out of her. Her face was flushed.

"I enjoyed it. Did you?" Freddy asked Carla.

She nodded.

"Baby," he told her, "you are a tremendous fuck. I won't have to look at another woman."

She cleared her throat. She felt guilty.

"Why, have you been looking at other women?"

"Yes," he admitted as he lowered his head ashamed that she had asked him such an embarrassing question."

"Wasn't I enough for you?"

Freddy reminisced.

"Actually, honey," he told her, "I had you figured as frigid. I know this will sound ridiculous, but I really didn't think you'd let me stick it to you up your ass-hole or that you'd eat my pecker. Or that you'd let me lick your snatch."

She shook her head.

"Baby," she told him, "you never knew your wife. I'm sorry."

"I guess you're right," he admitted. "I never dreamt you'd let me fuck you and suck you like this. If I had known, believe me, baby, I would have done it long ago."

The next day Donna was on the phone.

"Baby, you're in luck," she told her. "Nick says that one of the housewives quit. Her husband got suspicious and she couldn't go on anymore. So Nick would like to know if you could take care of a customer at lunch time. It's some business executive who's gonna take a lunch break and fuck instead of going to lunch." "Certainly," she agreed.

All of the sudden her heart was pounding quickly and she felt sick.

"What's wrong?" Donna asked as there was silence at the other end of the line.

"I don't think I can go through with it."

"Don't be ridiculous," Donna reprimanded her. "I've tried to help you, baby. Now don't you let me down."

"Of course not," she replied, "but honest, baby, I don't think I can do it."

"Yes, you can," she assured her, "and don't you say you can't. Here's the address."

She gave her the address of the biggest hotel in town. Carla had never been there. An overpowering urge not to go seized her.

"I can't go," she told Donna again.

"You'd better go, baby," Donna snapped.

She hung up on her deliberately. All of the desire that Carla had felt now disappeared. For she recognized that Freddy's passion for her had just been touched. It was a strange thing how she felt a curious blend of ecstasy and desire for her husband. It bothered her no end. For she realized that she was going to be unfaithful.

Carla went downtown to the hotel room at the appointed time. Sure enough, the business executive was there. He met her at the door with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The moment she was inside the room and the door was locked, he took off the towel.

"Hi, beautiful," he grinned at her.

"Hi, tiger."

"What's your specialty?" he smiled.

"I don't even know your name," she told him.

"I'm sorry," he introduced himself, "I'm Craig. Donna told me all about you. You're Carla."

"Yes, Craig," she nodded. "You know, I'm new at this business."

"Honey, can't you get a new line?" he laughed. "That's what every girl has told me. I wish they were all as new as they say they are. I would have gotten some good screws."

"What do you expect?"

"I expect to get my rocks off," Craig laughed as he walked over to the dresser and took some ice cubes out of a plastic sack and put them into a glass.

Next he poured some orange juice into the glass and mixed it with vodka.

"Mix me one of those, too," she suggested.

It didn't take him long to fix her a Screwdriver. Carla found it easier to take off her clothes once she had had a drink.

"Now, baby," he told her, "you just relax. Let Craig do everything."

Before she knew what was happening, Craig was straddling her. She didn't know whether she liked this or not. But he was eagerly pressing his buttocks against her bosoms and wiggling back and forth.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked him.

"I'm just trying to entertain my ass," he told her frankly.

Now he was pointing his long, hard cock at her mouth.

"I want you to suck my cock," he told her, "and suck it real good. Maybe I should have you start with an ass suck." "I don't eat ass," Carla told him bluntly.

"It's about time somebody taught you," Craig said in amazement. "I don't see how a girl can make a good living if she doesn't suck ass nowadays."

Moving forward, Craig lowered his firm, round ass cheeks directly over her face.

"Do you think I'm gonna do it?" she demanded.

Craig wasn't laughing at this point. He was determined that she was going to entertain him with her tongue.

"Yes, you're gonna do it," he muttered.

Reaching up she gripped his buttocks. For he was bringing his ass ever closer to her face. It made her head dizzy. She felt weak in the knees and her mouth was dry.

"Turn on," he told her. "Slip your tongue up my butt."

At this point she managed to let her tongue slide smoothly right up his rectum. He loved it.

"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Suck ass. Suck my ass-hole."

Her tongue plunged smoothly, rhythmically right up his rectum. Once she had broken the barrier she could do it.

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Suck ass. Come on, baby, suck my sweet ass."

Her tongue was slipping rhythmically up his rectum. And at the same time he was pumping on his cock. It was indeed a pleasurable feeling to pull on his penis and get his ass sucked at the same time.

"Come on, ass licker," he told her, "stick it way in there. I want to feel it."

The tongue swung right up his ass all the way. When he got so excited that he knew she had better suck his balls and his cock quick, he told her to stop.

"Now suck my balls in your mouth," Craig suggested.

He swung his sweaty testicles right over her nose.

"They're gonna hang there, honey," he told her, "until you suck 'em."

At this point she let her tongue slip gingerly back and forth across his balls.

"Oh, baby, you're sucking good. Now open up all the way. I want to feel in your mouth."

Carla felt as if she was being degraded completely. There wasn't a thing Craig didn't demand. She opened her mouth as he pushed his sweaty balls inside. Her tongue swung back and forth over them.

"Now it's time to lick my cock," he told her eagerly, "and I want you to give me a good job of it."

Gently she let her tongue lick to the top of his penis. At this point they were both aroused. She gripped Craig's round buttocks. She squeezed his ass cheeks as she sucked on his penis tip. He really enjoyed that.

"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Suck, baby, suck. Oh, honey, I love it."

Carla figured a finger up his ass-hole would please him, too. She gently parted his ass crack and let a finger slide up his rectum. He did enjoy that.

"Come on, baby," he told her. "Now you're doing it. Fuck. Fuck it."

Ramming it down her throat he fucked her face without mercy.

"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Fuck it."

It wouldn't be much longer until his thick, long cock exploded in her throat. But she didn't want him to do it in her throat. She wanted to pull it out so she could suck the sweet cream for his cock. For she was developing a thing for sperm.

"Now," he told her, "I'm gonna shoot you my wad."

All at once his thick cock exploded. She tasted his sweet cream as it shot out of his penis tip.

"Suck it," he told her. "Suck, baby, suck it." At this point she swallowed his thick, juicy cum load.

"Come on, cock eater," he commanded her, "Lick every drop of it. That's the way to do it. Suck it out. Suck, baby, suck." When she had finished swallowing his cum load, she pulled away.