Slut wife fucking

One of the best memories I have of my slut wife fucking around this time started with her and Mark fooling around together on the couch. They were kissing, giggling and playing around, slipping hands under clothes and squeezing, that sort of thing.

Before long, my wicked slut wife had wriggled out of her top, and was exploring Mark’s chest with her tongue as he started to remove her bra. I was working on my computer, and raised an interested eye when her bra arced across the room and actually brushed across my keyboard, but the two of them were too into each other to pay much attention to me.

So, I went back to my work, the two of them a few feet away, hands all over each other, and Jennifer’s slutty mouth eventually finding it’s way to Mark’s hard cock. For a while her giggles were silent, just the sound of my slut wife sucking Mark’s cock and his vocal encouragements urging her on, but before long he was fucking my wife as she laid back on the couch. I watched my slut wife fucking for a while, rock hard myself of course, and then returned to my work, only partially oblivious to the sounds of their fucking.

They changed positions several times, Mark fucking my little slut against the wall briefly, then when she playfully tried to escape, fucking her in the hallway where he caught her.

He put her on her knees for a while, by the leather chair, fucking her face with my slut wife fucking herself eagerly with her own fingers.

After that, Michael sat onthe chair, fucking my slut wife from below as she sat on his lap and dangled her naked tits in his face.

As much as I enjoyed seeing my slut wife fucking Mark, I did have work to do, and eventually the two of them ended up fucking in the back bedroom, out of my sight, although I heard the sounds of their fucking for quite some time.

My lovely slut wife Jennifer, always voval when she’s fucking, made it abundantly clear that she was enjoying fucking Mark, and that he apparently had a remarakble cock, one that she loved fucking more than anything else in the world, if I remember correctly.

Shortly there after, the sounds of their fucking ceased, although to be honest it didn’t really register on my mind at that moment, only a minute later when my beautiful slut wife walked, or staggered, really, into the room with me.

Jennifer smiled.

She looke the perfect slut, Face all flushed and red, her pussy all puffy and thick, her nipples still erect and perky, damp hair stuck to her sweaty face, and a thin stream of Marks cum leaking out of her pussy and running down one thigh.

“Mark fucked the shit out of me,” she said, proudly.

“So I see,” I answered.

“I still haven’t cum yet,” she hinted. “Want to give your little whore a little extra fucking?”

She didn’t need to ask twice. My little slut folded her arms around my neck and opened her thighs as I laid her back down on the couch where she and Mark had started playing in the first place. I slid my hard cock down along her belly, and it slipped easily into her soaked and open cunt, Mark’s sperm working wonderfully as a lubricant as I slid into her without so much as a thrust.

I started fucking my slut wife as she “ooohed” and “aaahed” under me, Mark’s cum squeezing out around my cock as I fucked her. Mark himself came out of the bedroom and watched us fucking, idly playing with Jennifers tits, squeezing her nipples.

Before long, I felt my slut wife’s body tense, and her nails dug into my back, as fucking me furiously now, she arched her bck and came, noisily.

Exhausted now, Jennifer said “Enough,” and rolled out from under me, “No more fucking,” my hard cock plopping out of her in mid thrust.

Breathing hard, looking up at me, Jennifer said she couldn’t go on fucking any longer, that she was all “fucked out,” between Mark and me, and that I’d have to find another way to cum. I suggested a blow job, but she shook her head “No,” and volunteered to lie there while I masturbated onto her, but I needed to be quick because she wanted to go shower now.

With no other option, and desperate to cum myself, I took hold of my cock, still slippery with Mark’s cum, and stroked it over my slut wife’s naked body as she impatiently waited and started talking to Mark about some shopping that she wanted to do that evening.

She began to roll off the couch and gather up her clothes, and I turned to follow her, my cock aimed at her body, and as she picked up her panties my first spurt of cum caught her on her hip, and the next along the side of her body, as she turned away, having decideed she had given me enough time to cum, with Mark watching me desperately trying to land the last spurt of cum on my slut wife’s perfect ass as she got up and walked away, and missing.