lower-legs were raised, bent at the knees so that he could see the soft pink soles of her feet wrinkling as she twitched and curled her toes contentedly to the sucking and licking of his continually hardening prick in his mouth.
'You know,' he said, clutching his fingers in her hair and giving his loins a little thrust forward, 'I ought to spank your ass for being such a damn little pest.'
'Um hum,' she murmured nasally, accepting the extra measure of prick he pressed into the warm cavern of her mouth eagerly.
'Th-that was Judge Reed… and… and he's going to back… back Coleman, which… which means I'll be… be his campaign manager…'
'Um hum.'
'And… and now I've got to… to call him and set things… things up for tonight… ooohhh… They'll… they'll be dining at our… our table, Baby…'
Abruptly, she stopped her buccal nursing, raised her big eyes and slowly slipped back off the end of his hardened fleshy rod. She licked at her lips and smiled up at him.
'You mean, the Colemans' are going to be our partners tonight?' she questioned, her excitement obvious to him.
He continued to smile as he nodded down at her. Their broad approach to mate-swapping and other extracurricular affairs were the secret ingredients that had made their marriage an average success. If anything, their mutual permissive arrangement had brought them closer together, and more than once each had helped the other accomplish a desired seduction.
'You like that, eh Baby?' he said, her sudden elation no surprise to him: she'd had designs on Mark Coleman for months, along with a dozen other wives at the club, but the young attorney had seemingly followed a straight and narrow path, cleverly keeping himself a friend to all, but obligated to none. He was a discreet one, all right.
'I like it very much, Daddy,' she crooned, raising up to sit back on her haunches while his eyes darted to her soft flat belly and downward between her slightly spread thighs where he could see through the dark pubic hair covering her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly from her arousal of a few moments before. 'And I imagine the idea of getting into that little blonde wife of his isn't exactly upsetting to you, is it, Darling?'
A.C. grinned as he thought of Dianne Coleman's luscious young body. 'That innocent little bitch makes my cock jump every time I see her,' he said softly in concentrated thought.
'Hmmm, that's not saying too much for her,' retorted his wife teasingly. 'I know a couple of whores who've performed that effortless task…'
She saw the gleam of mischief leap into his eyes, but was not quick enough to escape his dive forward and widespread arms. With a little squeal she tried to roll clear of the bed and suddenly found herself flat on her back, her legs held high and wide apart, his rugged face grinning at her from where it was poised just above the split of her soft, dark-covered crotch.
'Oh, damn you,' she half-smiled at him, her head raised so that he could see down between the full, erect mounds of her breasts, her breath catching in her throat at the mere anticipation of what he was going to do. 'I-I won't be responsible,' she stammered. Having her pussy licked set her wild and he knew it. 'Y-You better not… if… if you ever want to get to the club for dinner with the Colemans…'
A.C. snickered as he placed the flat of his palms against the quivering inner sides of her thighs and with his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt, slowly drew the ragged pink lips apart exposing the moist coral slit before him; then, he softly blew his cool breath into it.
'Oooohhh… damn you, A.C. I can't resist that and you know it… ooohhh.'
'I was going to have mercy on you this afternoon,' he said, licking at his lips suggestively, '…was going to let you get plenty of rest so you'd be able to handle Mark Coleman tonight… but you had to keep pestering me, now you take your punishment.'
'Oohhh Honey… you better listen to me,' she almost whined, her soft white body beginning to twitch before him even though he had not yet attacked. 'I-I'll handle two of you and… and four Mark Colemans in a row, b-but I don't know what you'll ever do with that wife of his i-if you start this because I'll d-drain you, so help me I will…'
Again, A.C. snickered as he blew his breath into the moist pink flesh of her pussy that he still held splayed wide with the gentle pressure of his thumbs, raising another gasp from deep in her chest while his cock lurched and he ground it against the satiny coverlet beneath him. It was all a game they both loved to play, teasing, taunting, threatening one another in their sexcapades, yet their own private sincere way of expressing their love, each to the other. Even so, he knew that oral manipulation of her vagina drove her nearly out of her mind, to such an extent that a half-dozen orgasms might not satisfy her, but right now he felt as mischievous as she had, as well as elated over the Coleman accomplishment; an acquisition that was going to bring new gold into the coffers as well as some fresh sexual embellishments. Damnit, a little celebration was in order… and how better than his own wife's wildly exciting cunt!
'Darling, please… I'll go wild today… I know I will,' Tonya begged. 'J-Just let me do you. Honest, Darling… wait until tonight when we get home… please… I'm begging.' She gaped down at him with open mouth to where he was raised menacingly above her widespread crotch, wanting it so badly, yet, knowing what it meant. 'Please… please… just let me suck you. You know I cum too when I do that… please…'
'Are you sorry for pestering me?' A.C. said, flicking his tongue out in a lapping movement only a fraction of an inch from her open palpitating pussy.
Tonya sensed a shudder ripple over her, almost as if the actual contact of his hot tongue with her seething vagina had been made. 'Yes, Darling, yes… forgive me! I'm begging, sweetheart…!'
A.C. chuckled. God, what a woman! 'Okay, this time I'll give in,' he said, moving from between her legs to crawl up beside her and drop his head onto the pillow, then roll onto his back, the throbbing tower of his prick pointing, ceilingward. 'But you better do a crackup job of sucking, Baby, or I'm going to change my mind.'
She laughed, kissed wetly, searching his mouth with her tongue, then scrambled down to haunch on all fours over his loins, stroking his rigid staff first with one hand and then between both at the same time, causing him to thrust his loins upward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed over the jerking, sensitive head of his cock.
Immediately he reached down, entangling his hands tightly in her short black hair, guiding the cadence of her bobbing head below. He raised up from the pillow to watch her ovaled mouth, it added an excitement to the sensation watching the thickness of his massive tool buried between her sucking lips.
He felt the insane, educated twirling of her tongue about the moist viscidness of the blood-inflated tip and twisted his head to watch in the large, strategically placed, bedside mirror, getting a voyeur's-eye view of his wife's attractive face absorbing his ever hardening prick sawing in and out of her roundly stretched mouth. The mere reflected scene made his loins tighten and jerk up into her face, presenting a picture that would appear as if she were taking the full length of it all the way into her throat. Only a small portion of it remained white and glistening as it protruded from between her lips.
God, what a woman, his mind repeated subconsciously as she did whatever it was she performed with her tongue on the upstroke that made the smooth rubbery head of his prick jerk as though all of his pulse were centered there. The scene the mirror reflected mesmerized him and his excitement grew as he saw the pink flesh of her lips being pulled out bizarrely, adhering to that of his cock as she sucked it greedily, her whole being seemingly devoted to the task. Her magnificent breasts were jerking and swaying in a wild rhythm, contributing unbelievable viewing pleasure to the lewd spectacle reflected in the mirror.
'Oh… you lovable bitch… suck it… suck it!' he groaned down at her through clenched teeth, flopping his head backward to the pillow momentarily, visualizing the beautiful face of young Dianne Coleman grotesquely absorbing his massive cock deep in her throat. What a delicious seduction she was going to be when he got her. It wasn't going to be easy, he knew, but he'd get her now, her own husband had agreed… that was part of it. And Goddamn… he'd shoot his hot, sticky load right down her throat and make her beg for more!
'Oh Christ… suck that thing, damn you,' he hissed, raising his head once more to watch her labors below. The late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window caused her body to sparkle from the pinpoints of sweat beading on her soft smooth skin. God! He'd like to piss right in her mouth this second. He wished he could!
