Swinging with my horny wife - Sex Stories

Swinging with my horny wife

... in and wiggled them both wildly. I felt her squeeze her pussy and I knew that she was enjoying every second of it. I stuck a third finger inside her and started to fuck her slowly with them. Her pussy might not have been too wet to start out with but it was rapidly getting there. With each thrust of my fingers it got wetter and wetter. Eventually you could hear the sounds of her juices as I fucked her pussy with my fingers. With each thrust they would get louder and louder. With her desire building every time my fingers pushed their way into her pussy she didn’t care. She had her head thrust back and her eyes closed, but the biggest smile you could imagine across her face. Her legs were still crossed hindering my movement a little, so I reached over with my other hand and gently prodded her to uncross them. Now this would give the driver a perfect view if he looked back, but I didn’t care and at this point I don’t think she did either. My wife’s pussy is beautiful. When her legs are closed the lips are just big enough to hang out a little but when their spread like they were then, it’s an even more stunning site. Her lips were pulled to the side revealing a mountain of pink underneath. At the top you can see the pink little bulges underneath that lead to the tight little hole below it. She doesn’t shave normally, at my request, and she hadn’t that day. She had a nice sized bush forming above her pussy, but nothing too thick. Just fun enough to run your fingers through ...

... during idle moments. Her pussy is magical, it can be spread beyond belief; I’ve gotten all fingers inside of it before and shoved my cock and a dildo in there before as well. But if you don’t stretch it out like that, it remains as tight as you want it. You can feel it stretch around you dick, and as soon as two fingers go inside it starts to stretch, it’s that fucking tight. At the slightest prodding she didn’t just uncross her legs, she spread them as far as they would go. Her skirt rode up to her hips and it was like she wasn’t wearing any form of pants in the back seat of the cab, rolling down the packed streets of New York City. I started kept fucking her with my fingers, being careful not to go to hard or fast. The noise of my fingers were a lot louder now and I noticed the driver looking back a couple of times. I don’t know how often he looked or for how long. I was more interested in making sure my wife was enjoying herself. She was moaning softly but I could tell that she wanted to scream. I smiled and told her to and that the driver already saw and knew what was happening. Her mouth opened up and instantly full force screams of pleasure came out. I had to actively focus on not fucking her too hard with my fingers, but to appease my rising sexual interest I reached over with my other hand and started rubbing her clit. This was too much for her and I felt the walls of her pussy start to expand and contract rapidly with her orgasm. She was screaming at the top of her lungs ...