The Wife Part Twelve - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Twelve

... like that.” She was pushing his head around like a vibrator on her clit.

John rolled on his side and took her nipple in his mouth. “I would never bet against you, love.” He bit down and she came hard, one arm went around his neck holding him there. When she had subsided, he moved back as Tom crawled up to insert his cock in her.

John lay on his side, head propped on his hand, watching this vision. One of the most erotic things for him was his wife being kissed while being fucked. To him, that was the ultimate intimacy, his tongue in her mouth while his cock was in her pussy. It was total surrender of her body to her lover. Soon she came again and demanded that Tom fill her with his cum. He did as asked.

While they recovered, panting and sweating, John announced that he needed a drink of water. “Anyone else?” he asked. He got a “Me too,” then a “Me three”.

He took his time, finding a snack before filling their glasses. When he returned to the bedroom, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Tom lay on his back, Blanche on her stomach licking the creamy residue from his cock. She took the proferred glass of ice water and pressed it onto Tom’s balls, making him squirm and yell. Tom ignored his water. Blanche looked at John and asked, “You want some of this?”

He shook his head. “Not right now thanks. I think he’s done, you’ve killed him.”

“Oh no, he’s not. I could wake the dead today,” she ...

... retorted. Then she wrapped her cool lips around his cock. Sure enough, it began to show signs of life. “See?”

Suddenly John realized that his cock was not quite done. He walked to the other side of the bed and offered it to his wife. Still holding on to Tom’s growing member, she took John into her mouth, fully resuscitating him. She let it go, then rolled onto her back with her legs in the air, placing them on his shoulders. He had a direct shot at her red, swollen pussy. He took it. “Can you give me another orgasm and more cum darling? Have you one more in you today?” It sounded like a taunt.

He strived mightily to cum again but her pussy was so loose and slippery with Tom’s cum that there was not enough friction to trigger another one. Finally, he gave up and she rolled over to Tom who had his large, also red cock in his hand. She pushed him onto his back and climbed on.

John couldn’t quite believe his wife. She seemed insatiable, bouncing up and down on that cock like a demon. Finally, she slowed and flopped down on Tom’s chest. He rolled them over without disconnecting and began his onslaught of her pussy again. He didn’t last long; he rolled from between her legs and lay panting, exhausted.

Blanche jumped up, holding her hand under her pussy to catch drips. “Same time tomorrow?” she asked, then skipped off to the shower.

“She’s bluffing,” Tom said.

“Don’t count on it,” was John’s reply.