The Vacation Wife David Stone (phonics reader .TXT) 📖

was slow and deliberate. She didn’t pump his shaft. Her method was to escalate in miniscule steps and, at that moment, I knew her tongue was circling his entombed tip in a leisurely fashion. Experience with me had taught her it drove me nuts with desire. Her cheeks budged with each pass of her tongue around his cock. This wasn’t the sort of observation a husband typically makes of his wife.

Greg’s left hand moved to her head. He didn’t push down. He just let his hand ride her motions. I wanted to mount Susan from behind but resisted. Marci, only reflexively I’m sure, squeezed my cock hard when Susan’s mouth descended on Greg. She still hadn’t relaxed her grip.

She tightened it even more when Susan’s face descended to Greg’s balls. She inhaled one, then the other, into her mouth. My brain quietly shrieked at this action. A dick is one thing. Balls were something else entirely. She followed by liberally licking his scrotum, curling it up under her tongue, then drawing her tongue up along his shaft until reaching its tip. She then put his cock deep into her mouth.

Watching her lips encircling and descending his cock was driving me beyond mad. I was suffering an erotic hurricane, and it was shifting everything around in my brain. As far as I could recall, I’d never received the entire sum of the performance Susan now demonstrated using the prone Greg. Had she been watching porn to bone up her skills? I felt another tsunami of desire at the thought. My wife wanted to excel at cock sucking, and not just for me!

He was now arching his pelvis into Susan’s mouth action, and she began stroking him. She could have wrapped her hands around him four times with room to spare. I could not imagine that cock fitting into my wife. She took a break from sucking and again dipped her mouth to his balls, tenderly fondling them with her tongue while her hand stroked his shaft. As her tongue took another leisurely stroll around his sack, she looked at me, then her eyes closed. She was utterly devoted to pleasing Greg and nothing was out of bounds.

Her eyes had said: “Watch me, husband”.

This vision posited me exactly on the edge of so many emotions. I felt torment and bliss, desire and revulsion.

Greg sat up and kissed Susan as she continued to stroke him. He gently pushed her down to the lounger, onto her back, and she spread her legs and raised her knees. He kissed her breasts, then slowly descended to her open legs leaving a trail of light kisses. He repositioned and began licking her up and down, but teasingly, it seemed, proving he was no novice. He inserted a finger and Susan moaned, its sound like something rising from the earth’s core. He went deeper with his tongue, and Susan responded with “Oh, yes, Greg… OH GOD YES!”

I felt a shiver run through Marci’s body. Her left hand now stroked my chest as her other remained on my cock.

Susan lifted herself into each penetration of Greg’s tongue and ramped up her vocalizing. “OH GOD!!! OH, LICK ME HARDER GREG.... YES… RIGHT THERE!!!... OH JESUS, I’M GOING TO COME IF YOU DON’T STOP!!! OH GREG STOP!!! I WANT YOU INSIDE ME!!!”

She wanted Gregg to fuck her now.

He lifted off and climbed over Susan. His cock looked enormous. Marci tensed when she saw it again. Susan put her hands on Greg’s shoulders and looked at him, waiting. She was preparing herself. He slowly lowered into position. His hand rubbed his cock up and down her slit as a preliminary introduction. I could see her nails digging into his flesh.

She nodded and Greg slowly lowered himself, sinking his cock into my wife. Her face looked tense, and when it appeared he was halfway inside, she said, “OH GOD, GREG… WAIT... OH, OKAY. NO WAIT...NO! NO!...WAIT!...” Then she relaxed again. “Okay, Greg, more, OH GOD! OKAY, MORE IS OKAY… HOLD IT...OKAY… GOD YES. OKAY… GREG… OH GOD!!!”

As Susan was nearly yelling her instructions, there was no way neighbors for blocks around weren’t enjoying this. That, or calling the cops. Initially, Susan had almost sounded panicked, like she was under attack, though if her exact words arrived into their listener’s ears, they would have deduced it was an agreeable assault.

She kept vocalizing and Greg went deeper and deeper. It now seemed he was sinking his cock fully inside her, which was almost inconceivable. Susan was panting and moaning. Greg judiciously held back, knowing from experience, I guessed, that his cock might be too much for some women.

But not Susan. Now acclimated to his size, she began to buck into his thrusts, forcing him to go deeper still.

Marci continued to tense and relax and repeat. At one point when Susan was saying “WAIT!!!” I sensed Marci was identifying with some prior experiences of her own.

“OH GOD!!!” Susan erupted again. “I’M GOING TO COME!!! OH YES… FUCK ME… OH GOD…”

Convulsions rippled through Susan body. She let go of Greg’s shoulders and grabbed his ass to ride the storm. Her expression was one of horrifying pain and enormous pleasure, supreme bliss and utter shock.

After some final spasms her body went completely slack. Greg began slipping out, provoking a “OH… Slow Greg… Go slowly” from Susan. He gently finished withdrawing. His cocked flipped up once free, still fully erect, and he laid it on her belly as he leaned over to kiss Susan.

Marci leaned to my ear and said, “God, I need to fuck you… What do we do?”

I shook my head. I didn’t know what to do. Marci gave me a kiss and put her head back on my shoulder, reconsidered, and returned her mouth to my ear and whispered. “How do you think she’ll finish him off? I think she’s going to swallow.” She snickered quietly.

Susan and Greg were quiet now, gently petting and kissing. After another few minutes, she pushed Greg down and returned to