David Crane
Three horny wives
CHAPTER ONE
Jennifer Foley woke up early that morning and looked across the bed at her husband, Fred, who was sleeping soundly.
Jennifer was frustrated. It seemed to her that the only thing he ever did at home was sleep. Of late, he had been spending more and more time at the office and not getting home to their house in the suburbs until late at night. He would slump in front of the television for a while and then crawl up to bed. In the mornings, as soon as the alarm clock sounded, he was up and out of the house.
When they were first married, Jennifer had fucked and sucked day and night, now she was lucky to get a quick poke on weekends. Jennifer was a horny woman and the fact that she was not getting her share of fucking was of great concern to her.
She began to idly stroke her poor neglected pussy. Her cunt rippled with expectation as she traced the tips of her fingers along the unfurling cunt lips. The slit parted into a wide gash, and that gash was filled with cream, eager to be filled with hot cock.
She reached out sideways and ran her hand over Fred's lean, hard belly. She moved her hand down, hoping fervently that he would have a morning hard-on.
She smiled happily when her fingers came in contact with rigid flesh. His cock was big and hard and she folded her hand around the thick shaft and frigged up and down on his pecker, slowly and luxuriously.
Gently, she pushed the sheet down so that she could look at her husband's erect cock, a rare sight for her of late. It was a splendid cock, the shaft was thick and long, the knob an enormous wedge of hot meat and his balls as big as coconuts, swelling with their juicy load of cock milk. Jennifer regarded this wonderful equipment and anticipated the excitement of having it stuffed up her starving pussy.
Fred shifted in his sleep, his hips moving in his slumber, reacting to her stroking hand. His knob flared out from the top of her fist and his stalk was as hard as iron in her palm.
Jennifer looked at his cock, longingly. A nice long fuck would be lovely now, she thought.
Then she had a wonderful idea. Why not mount his prick while he's still asleep? She thought. That way I can have a lovely fuck without even waking him. The more she looked at his dick the more she thought what a good idea she had had. It looked so succulent and Fred was in a deep sleep. It was hers to do anything she wished with.
Maybe I'll give it a little suck before I feed it to any pussy, she thought.
Jennifer had always been an enthusiastic cock-sucker. She simply adored having a hard prick in her mouth to milk dry. The thought of sucking Fred off while he slept seemed very wicked and, therefore, infinitely desirable with the thrill of depravity.
She leaned over and pushed her tongue out, licking the swollen cock-head softly, savoring the first delicious taste of cock-meat. Then she moved back a little, teasing herself with his knob a fraction of an inch from her tongue. She sighed and whimpered and then, unable to hold back any longer, she tapped the tip of her tongue against the knob and delved into the parted cleft.
She kissed the tip and gasped with pleasure as his mighty cock-head expanded like a balloon before her eyes. Her mouth was fairly watering for his prick and balls now. She lowered her face and lapped at his swollen balls. She felt the hard nuts move under the hairy sack and lashed her tongue avidly over his balls, thrilling with the knowledge that they were full of thick, hot cum, ready to hose into her simmering twat. She sucked the bloated globes between her hot lips and then, licking up and over them, she began to lap up his stalk.
Her tongue flashed back and forth on his rod, laying the thick, dark ventral vein and then, pausing at the sensitive spot where the shaft joined the knob, she fluttered her tongue until his cock vibrated like a tuning fork.
She licked his cock-head, laving and bathing with her slippery tongue, curling around the vibrant slab of hot meat. Joyfully she slurped, the delicate flavor tingling on her taste buds, causing her to positively drool.
Parting her lips, she slipped the head of his dick right into her mouth. Her lips slid over his cock like a tight collar as she slowly took his prick far back into her mouth. She held him there, her mouth chock-a-block full of hot meat, moaning with the pleasure. Then she sucked lightly. His knob was so big that it pressed into her cheeks on both sides and the tip lodged in her throat. She began to slide her lips up and down, skimming along the length of his stalk while she sucked and her tongue lashed at the underside of his rod.
Her cunt twitched and tingled. Jennifer tried to drag her lips away so that she could get on with fucking him, but so great was the joy of having her mouth full of dick that she could not bring herself to tear her lips away and mount his prick. It was as though some carnal suction was holding her clasped to his pecker like a rubber plunger slapped against a wall. She drew her lips up his shaft, but when she came to the flaring knob she could retreat no further. She sucked adoringly on the big meaty wedge and then her lips moved back down his shaft instead of pulling free. She was feeding the whole length of his massive stalk to her greedy mouth, taking the tip of the knob right back in her throat and pushing her face down so far that her pursed lips were rustling in his pubic hair and, her chin was pressed against his swollen balls.
She had gone suck crazy! She used her lips and her cheeks and her tongue, all at the same time, giving him such a thorough head job that he was beginning to hump in his sleep. He was whimpering and panting – who knows what dreams he was experiencing – and he was fucking right up into her mouth, pushing in as her head lowered.
She felt a thin trickle of cum run onto her tongue.
She whimpered as the delicious spunk coated her tongue and taste buds. It was just a trickle of preliminary juice, just a hint of the precious load that was building up, but it was enough to make the spunk-starved cock sucker hungry for more. She knew it was too late to switch his cock from her mouth to her cunt now – even if she had wanted to, she could not seem to get her mouth off him. Some firm suction, some wonderful vacuum, held them together.
She realized that she would simply have to milk his balls in her mouth and then inspire him to a brand new erection to satisfy her burning lust. But this was no hardship for a woman who loved to drink thick cock cum. With that determined, she set to sucking his cock with a vengeance, her head flying up and down the shaft as she sought to bring him off.
Fred moaned in his slumber. His cock expanded even more, pushing her lips into a wide circle around the broad shaft, his cock-head filling her throat. She was gasping and choking on the hot mouthful but she worked on, eager for his ejaculation. Another preliminary trickle poured over her tongue, thicker than the first, and she whimpered with lust, knowing that he was about to shoot his wad into her head, to whitewash her tonsils with his heavy load of spunk.
She pushed far down onto his stalk, lips slurping along every precious inch of the hot shaft and taking his dripping cock-head way back in her throat.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum.
Fred's hips gave a mighty lurch upwards and his jet hosed into her mouth in a steaming torrent.
Jennifer gasped. She gulped, swallowing down his jism just in time to make room for more as be blew a second great wad of cream into her cheeks and throat. Her head never missed a stroke, never faltering for an instant, despite the magnitude of his mouth-filling deluge. Her head flew up and down and her lips almost turned inside out, so fiercely did she suck the spunk from his balls.
Heaving his hips up and down, Fred blasted a third great spout into her mouth, and yet a fourth, the last weaker in force and less in quantity, although every bit as tasty. Jennifer drank every succulent drop.