Jerry Jones - Wife's Anal Perversion

With rhythmic cock stabs he went on riding it up her ass-hole. She loved it. Every hard jab of his butter-coated cock pleased her. Reaching around, Freddy patted her pussy affectionately.

"Oh, baby," he whispered enticingly, "you're beautiful. You really are. Fuck, baby, fuck."

With determined cock strokes he went on screwing. She was going out of her mind with erotic fascination. He really knew how to give it to her. She enjoyed the way he breathed during sexual intercourse. For his breath would come short and his voice would become husky.

"Feel of my pussy," she begged. "Reach in there, baby, and give it to me good."

His hot hands reached down to her snatch. He inserted two fingers into her vagina. She thrilled to the feel of his fingers gliding into her pussy.

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck. Fuck it good." Freddy was giving her all at the pleasure he knew how.

"Yes, yes," he cried ecstatically, "I like it when you do it like that. Oh, baby, that's super. Fuck it. Fuck."

With determined cock stabs he went on ramming it to her. She loved it.

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, now you're fucking. Fuck it."

She twisted her hips. His hand patted her pussy.

"Baby, I want you to get down there and taste me when you finish fucking my ass," she told him.

He knew that he had to get his tongue into her twat. He loved being around her crotch. But at this moment he could see the possibilities in her twisting ass. His cock rammed up her rectum all the way. He had his own technique of screwing her.

"Right on," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Now you're fucking. Twist around. That's the way to do it, baby. Fuck. Fuck it."

With determined cock stabs he continued giving it to her. She was so excited she was shaking.

"Oh, finger me, Freddy," she urged him. "That's what I want you to do. Oh, honey, yes. Do me."

Freddy's fingers reached to her. He enjoyed sliding inside of her.

"Baby," he whispered enticingly, "you don't know how super it's been to screw you. You really don't." She was pleased and proud that Freddy enjoyed her so much.

"Fuck," he whispered, "fuck, baby, fuck."

With rough, hard jabs, he went on assaulting her ass-hole. She twisted around.

"More," Freddy begged her. "Now, now."

With hard cock stabs he went on thrusting. All of the sudden she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Oh, baby," she told him, "I can't take it any more. Stop it, stop it."

He had given her the most erotic time she had ever had.

"Yes," he whispered, "I love you, baby. I really do."

Withdrawing his cock from her ass-hole once he had shot off his gun, he let her roll over. Then he got down between her spread legs. His hands slipped under her ass cheeks. He held her in place as his tongue whipped back and forth across her snatch.

"Eat me, Freddy," she begged him anxiously. "That's what I want you to do, darling. Oh, now, now. Oh, sweetheart, lick my pussy. Do

He rammed in with his finger up her ass-hole and went on tonguing her pussy. She enjoyed the dual action of the finger slipping up her ass crack while his tongue gave her more erotic pleasure. He was putting his all into it. Her ass muscles clutched at his finger as he fucked her. And at the same time as he licked and caressed her pussy and nibbled at her clit, she felt herself becoming hotter and hotter.

"Eat my box, baby," she whispered enticingly. "Suck me, Freddy. Oh, baby, you specialize in tongue fucks."

Freddy was specialized in this particular way of making it. And he was determined that he was going to bring her to a sticky, juicy climax.

"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, love me."

It was this kind of erotic pleasure that kept her aroused.

"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "you don't know how much fun this is. I really enjoy doing this."

When she had reached down and gripped his head to hold him in place, he tongue fucked her furiously. His finger went on plunging up her rectum and finally she juiced. Freddy wasted no time in sucking her dry.

"Eat my box, baby," she begged enticingly.

"That's what I want you to do, darling. Suck me. Yes, baby, yes. Suck me."

Freddy's hot mouth pressed tightly against her vagina. He sucked hard.

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know what you're doing to me. You're driving me ape."

It didn't take long for Freddy's hot tongue to bring her around again. He knew exactly what he had to do. He licked up and down her love button enticingly. Alternately, he would let his tongue trace along her velvety vagina walls. And then he would bite down hard on her clit. She again juiced.

"I'm cuming in multiples," she panted as she pushed her thighs against his hot cheeks. "Eat it. Sweetheart, suck me. Eat it."

Freddy was only too happy to eat his wife's sticky love juices. When he finally did pull his face away from her crotch and his finger from her ass-hole, he rested his head on her thigh. He caressed her ass cheeks with his hands.

"You're beautiful down here around your crotch," he told her.

"I found you fascinating there, too," she told him. "You know what I need. You've got talent in that trained tongue. I'll bet plenty of your secretaries have experienced some of that lovemaking."

For a moment Freddy didn't respond. Then his old male pride seized him. He looked up at his wife with a wicked gleam in his eyes and nodded.

"I'll confess," he said in a husky tone, "I've eaten a few pussies."

"What about me being unfaithful, Freddy?"

"That would be different," he objected. "You're a woman. I'm a man."

"I have sexual feelings, too," she reminded him.

"Yes, but you don't get horny like a man does."

"You don't think I do?" she smiled at Freddy.

Freddy was fearful for a long moment. "I sure hope not," he told her, "or I couldn't trust you."

When Carla's new gardener came over one morning, she watched him as he took off his shirt. The sun was beating down on his back and he was pushing the lawn mower with manly force. There was something about him that made her feel it would be pleasurable to get in bed with him. However, she wondered if it would be a difficult challenge.

At last she decided she would venture out and speak with him. "Lloyd," she suggested, "could I get you some coffee or anything?"

"It's so hot," Lloyd told her, "I'd like something cold to drink."

"Well, you come over here in the shade," she suggested, "and I'll get you a Coke."

Lloyd came over to the back patio and sat down in the shade and talked with her.

"Now this is what I call solid comfort," he said as he glanced across at her pool.

"If you would really want to feel good," Carla suggested to him, "you should take a dip in the pool. All you have to do is take off your clothes. It's like taking a shower."

"I don't have any swim suit," he told her.

"You don't need one," she suggested with a sly smile.

"I don't?" Lloyd asked, giving her a startled look.

He could tell from the expression on her face what she was thinking of. It was obvious to him that she felt sexually attracted to him.

"I go swimming nude all the time," she told him. "It's good for you. We're so secluded here, no one can see."

She was worried and nervous. For she recognized that her husband might come home and catch them. Nevertheless, she was torn between her fear of Freddy finding her and her desire to get sexually acquainted with Lloyd.

Lloyd looked at her.

"When does your husband get home?"

Immediately Carla knew she would have to lie.

"You don't need to worry about him. He-likes to swim nude all the time."

Lloyd went into the house and took off his clothes. He went into the pool a few moments later without his clothes on. Then she joined him. As the two of them swam naked across the pool, he felt himself getting harder and hotter. When he finally did pull out at the far end of the pool, she saw his huge cock.