Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife - Sex Stories

Fleeting Glimpses of an Angry Wife

... my mouth accessible to her cunt. She has become quite expert at this. I know the position that best matches her anatomy, but she derives pleasure from moulding me, so I let her. She steps closer and straddles my head. Her cunt is wide and wet just inches over my eyes. Bending slightly at the knees, she comes down and settles her spread vagina onto my upturned face. The cunt lips circle my open mouth. Her asshole is on my chin, my nose is buried in the coarse cunt hair just below her mons. She is looking down at me. She likes me to look up at her when she pisses into my mouth, it accentuates her power over me. Her hands are on my head, just behind the ears, pulling me into her. She resettles her cunt, pushing her pelvis up and forward, then down. Her slimy cunt slides over my face. She loves that too. 'Here it comes, pig. Don't spill a drop of my precious piss, or I'll make you lick the floor.' Her head goes back in laughter, then she turns to look at her friend. Susan is on the edge of her seat, leaning forward with unabashed curiosity. There is no discomfort despite the closeness to my wife's intimate parts. Has she been here before? 'Watch this.' The thick stream of piss hits my palate and I have to swallow frantically to keep up with the flow. Guzzling in my wife's piss as it shoots out of her makes my head bob up and down beneath her pissing cunt. I do not loose eye contact. She pisses hard and relentless, showing off in front of her friend. When we're alone, she will ...

... control the flow to allow me to drink her in with some measure of comfort, and to make it last. Now, she is enjoying my frantic gulping and the desperate look in my eyes. Piss is running out my nostrils and down my cheeks. I'm choking, but know better than to pull away. I'm breathing heavily while the last drops of piss trickle onto my tongue. A succession of nervous contractions of her ass sends a series of squirts down my throat. Then she is done. 'Lick me clean.' I lick the inside of her legs where some drops have left a wet trail, then dive into her cunt again for a thorough cleansing. All the while, the friend is watching closely. I notice her hand is in her crotch. My wife steps back and pulls up her panties. 'Would you like to use my toilet? You said you needed to go too.' What the hell? 'Uhm, yes, but... I don't know. Do you think he'll...?' 'Oh, don't worry. Peter's perfectly harmless. And anyway, he loves it.' Susan is a dark, black-haired, sturdy woman. Round like an oil drum with square shoulders, thick arms, long breasts, heavy hips, flat ass, massive thighs and hair growing in all the wrong places. She's a year or two younger than my wife, but looks older. There is such contrast between the two women. Where my wife is slender with well-pronounced curves, Susan is fat and shapeless. Where my wife is white-skinned and practically hairless, Susan is brown-skinned and hairy like a monkey. Where my wife's skin is soft and smooth like silk, Susan's skin has the aspect of ...