He moved slowly, carefully, bringing her with him, and his pants fell as he settled onto, the floor. Pam ground her loins against him, making sure that his cock stayed within her clutching twat, and she came to rest upon his lap. Kerry lay back, thrusting up as his head and shoulders touched the floor, and he reached for his wife's pert, perky ass. She squealed when he grabbed her, and she began to ride him with a passion that made her stand-up fucking look tame by comparison.
She reared up, almost to the tip of his throbbing pecker, and she slammed down with sure, knowing wiggles of her ass, feeling him thrust to the very mouth of her uterus, the tip of his cock battering hard upon her cervix and her only regret was that she couldn't open a little wider and suck him up her belly, nestle his loving tool in the warm basket of her guts and, at last, feel him shooting off his load of thick cummy sperm deep in there.
"Make me come," she groaned, slamming down upon him. His nuts rocked beneath her when she plummeted, and the stones were big and thick, swollen with lust just the way his prick was swollen with lust. Pam wiggled about on him, squirming excitedly, allowing his dick to rotate inside her tight glove of a twat, and she felt the come begin to roll down her tubes, irresistible, totally irresistible, and the hot juices oozed from her gash, wetting his pubic hair and the base of his dong.
"Aaagghhhh!" Pam whined, throwing her head back and rocking down, down, down upon him. She swayed where she rode high above her husband, and she'd have fallen if he hadn't grabbed her, one hand on her waist, the other on her ass, and she felt him thrust up through her orgasm, plunging deep into her cunt, but he couldn't make it a bit sweeter than it was already, and she tossed her long raven-dark hair about as she erupted atop him.
"Baby, baby, baby," he purred, "let me finish in your mouth, hmmm?"
Pam was vaguely aware of his words, and she was vaguely aware that he was helping her to disengage herself, and then she was lying reversed atop him and Kerry was pulling her pussy toward his face. She moaned as she realized what he had in mind, and she fucked his mouth with her hot, dripping pussy, screaming "YESSSS!" when his tongue shot up her. Before her blinking eyes swayed the red, swollen lance of his hard-on, and she grabbed it with both hands, opening her mouth into a lip-stretching O of passion that encompassed and swallowed him without a moment's hesitation. He plunged deeply into her mouth, almost the full length of his eight-inch tool entering her, and she began to suck him vengefully, her teeth and lips and cheeks and tongue, all working in harmony Kerry's dick.
He repaid her in kind, delightfully. His hands were on her ass and legs, stroking and tickling from her responses that made her head swim in abandon, and she sucked all the harder to demonstrate her gratitude. His tongue jabbed up her pussy so many times she couldn't keep count, and each stab was met by a snapping contraction of her vaginal muscles that threatened to jerk the tongue right out of his mouth and draw it inside her for eternity.
As he licked, as he fondled, his fingers brushed now and then over her anus, and she felt a mingled pain and pleasure. Pam couldn't forget how she'd climaxed this afternoon with Ms. Hagen's fingers digging into her pussy and asshole simultaneously, and she almost wished Kerry would jab his finger up her ass right now, make her squeal, make her scream, make her moan, but above all, make her come like a gushing fountain.
Oh, God, she was already doing just that! Her cunt humped down on his face, his nose burrowed into her black-furred delta, and his tongue lustfully explored the wet mysteries of her dreamy snatch. She fed his prick into her mouth and she sucked, but he still wasn't there and she was already, had been for so long it felt as if she'd been doing nothing but coming for most of her life. Pam wrapped her fists around Kerry's dick and she lifted her head, nursing on his knob as she shucked up and down in quick, frantic strokes. It wasn't much of a blowjob – she realized that, realized she was doing little more than jerking him off into her mouth – but he didn't seem to care and she couldn't wait another second for the flood of hot thick jism she knew he was about to bless her with, and so she worked on, lips tight around the knob of his pecker, hands flying up and down the shaft.
"Mmmmmm!" he groaned into her twat, the vibrations whipping Pam into yet another explosion of orgasm, and then his own began. His cock engorged fantastically in her mouth, and suddenly she was drinking semen, scooping it with her tongue, pouring it down her throat while his cock shot out more and more and more of the viscous, sweet-tangy liquid to keep her full, full, God, so full! Pam moaned around his dong and she drank his love gift with a frantic, all-consuming need.
Yes! She thought. Yes yes yes!! Nothing had changed. They were still perfect together. And she didn't need anyone else. Her Kerry could supply all the adventure, all the fun, all the splendid sexual delight Pam Wilson craved. Oh, God, could he ever! She was strangling on the thick lashings of cum he squirted into her mouth, but if she'd died, there would have been a smile on her lovely face. As of this moment Patricia Wright was dead. Dead! She wanted nothing more, for the rest of her life, than to be a loved and loving wife to her man.
They finally ate their fish and chips – the vegetables were a disaster, overcooked, burned, stuck to the bottom of the pan – but Pam's tastebuds were so suffused by the cum she'd drunk that her food all reminded her, deliciously, of hot gushing semen, and there wasn't a Goddamned thing wrong with that.
After dinner Kerry went to shower and get dressed and, as soon as she heard him start to sing in the shower, Pam dialed the Logan Answering Service. "Hello," she said, "this is Patricia Wright, and I'm calling to tell you that I won't be accepting any more messages. Yes, I know I'm paid up for two more weeks, but that doesn't matter. Well, if anyone calls for me, tell them I've moved to Pittsburgh and left no forwarding address or phone number. Yes. Thank you very much." Sighing, she hung up the phone. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from her breast. She went into the bedroom and laid out the outfit she'd brought this afternoon with her last whore's earnings.
"Do you like it?" she asked Kerry, modeling the outfit for him. He nodded, eyes gleaming. "You don't think it's too – sexy?"
"Hell, yes, it's too sexy! All I can do to keep from jumping your body right now! But I love it. Oh, baby, that's you!"
Of course it was. She'd known it was perfect the moment she saw it in a store window after leaving Ms. Hagen's hotel. And she'd known Kerry would like it, too. It was a lovely ensemble, composed of a silk slip-dress, long-skirted, low-necked, with little straps, the bodice tucked in right beneath her tits, to emphasize their heavy fullness. With it went a satiny bed jacket which gave the outfit a kind of boudoir ambience that Pam found irresistible.
"You don't think it's too daring? For a party at your boss's house, I mean?" Pam smoothed the silk across her tits. Because of the low cut it was impossible to wear a bra underneath and her nipples punched into the silk as hands slid across them. Pam took a deep breath, making her boobs lift, and she aimed them at Kerry, knowing how much he loved her tits.
He put down his shirt and came toward her. His own nipples were sticking out too, amid the hair that forested his broad chest, and she put her hands on them, loving the little stiff bumps beneath her palms. "I mean," she added, "do you want me to go around showing most of what I've got? In view of the company?"
"Fuck the company. And the Company, too. I want them all to know what a hot bitchin' wife I lucked onto. Jesus, Pam, I want to watch their eyes gleaming when they look at you, and I want to stand around grinning like a shit-eating dog because you belong to me. All of you. They can look, but nobody else can touch."