“Gosh, Mr. Adams, you sure do cum a lot,” Kelly said, smiling up at him, his hard cock still in her hand.
“Do you like to eat cum, Kelly?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah, I love cum. I love the taste of it. It makes me so wet.”
“Would you like it if I ate your pussy for you before I fuck you?”
“Oh, yes, I love having my pussy sucked.”
“Why don’t you lay on that coffee table there behind you,” he suggested, smiling at her.
“Okay,” she said, turning around. Her mouth dropped open and her hands tried to cover herself when she saw Mrs. Adams sitting on the sofa next to John.
“M-M-Mrs. Adams!” she cried. “I-I-I didn’t know you were here. I mean –”
“That’s okay, Kelly,” she replied. “It was wonderful watching you suck Bob’s cock. I could tell you really liked doing it.”
“Y-y-you don’t mind?” she asked, terrified.
“Of course not. Why should I? That’s what he’s paying you to do, isn’t he?”
“Well, yes, but he’s your husband, I mean.”
“You just don’t worry about it. Lay down here on the table and let Bob eat that sweet pussy of yours. He loves to eat pussy. I know.”
“Well, okay, I guess,” Kelly said, letting her hands drop. “If you’re sure you don’t mind. That it’s really okay.”
“I promise,” she said, crossing her heart with a finger.
Shrugging, Kelly crawled onto the coffee table, laying on her back with her feet up on the edge as wide as the table would allow. Mr. Adams stood looking down at her, his cock standing straight out in front of him and Mrs. Adams leaned forward, letting her hand slide to cover John’s cock as she stared at Kelly’s pussy.
“She does have a big clit, doesn’t she?” she commented.
“Just like Tom said,” Bob agreed. “What a beautiful pussy,” he said as he dropped to his knees in front of her. “I can’t wait to taste it.”
As Mrs. Adams continued to rub and squeeze his cock, John watched Mr. Adams bend forward, lowering his face into Kelly’s wide-open pussy, his tongue leading the way as it dipped directly into her hole. He heard her sigh as Mr. Adams’ tongue slowly began to lick her pussy, sliding up and down between her pussy lips, tracing them, sucking on them, even lightly chewing on them as Kelly gasped and writhed on the coffee table.
John’s cock was rock hard as Mrs. Adams rubbed and squeezed it while they watched Mr. Adams eat Kelly’s pussy. Kelly was writhing on the table, her breath coming in gasps now as she neared orgasm. When Mr. Adams began to suck on Kelly’s clit, lightly biting it and flicking it with his tongue, she went over the edge, cumming in Mr. Adams’ mouth as he continued to suck on her. Mrs. Adams leaned forward to watch Kelly’s face as she came and reached out to firmly grasp one of Kelly’s nipples between her fingers, squeezing and pulling it as Kelly’s orgasm slowly petered out. Releasing her nipple, Mrs. Adams leaned back onto the sofa again, but not before undoing the cinch of her robe, causing it to fall wide open, exposing her body.
“Fuck her now, Bob,” Mrs. Adams said, seeing her husband’s cum-drenched face as he lifted it from Kelly’s pussy.
“Umm, yes, fuck me,” Kelly panted, her hands between her legs holding her pussy wide open.
“You’ve got quite a sister,” Mrs. Adams said, turning to John, one hand still firmly on his cock.
“Uh, yeah,” John gulped, staring at her breasts as they hung gracefully from her chest, her big pink nipples hard and sticking out.
John couldn’t tear his eyes from Mrs. Adams as she tucked one leg up under the other as she turned to face him, watching the expression on his face as his eyes traveled down to between her legs. She smiled to herself and began to pull his zipper down when she saw his jaw drop as he saw her smooth-shaved pussy spread open between her legs. He finally turned his head when he heard Kelly groan, and saw that Mr. Adams was sliding his huge cock slowly into her pussy. As he slowly began to fuck her, Mrs. Adams succeeded in extracting his cock from his pants, holding him firmly in her hand as she watched her husband fucking Kelly.
Without any warning Mrs. Adams suddenly moved so that she was straddling John’s lap facing him, his cock sliding between her slippery pussy lips and her breasts pressing against his chest.
“While Bob’s busy with Kelly, you can make me happy,” she said, reaching down between her legs and grasping his cock in her hand, guiding it to the entrance to her hole.
John gasped when he felt the hot velvet of her pussy envelope his cock. He was so shocked that he didn’t know what to do. But that didn’t matter, because Mrs. Adams knew exactly what to do, and she did it. She began to fuck him, sliding her smooth pussy back and forth on his cock. She lifted one of her breasts and held it to his mouth, encouraging him to suck on it. John couldn’t believe it. Kelly was getting fucked by her husband on the coffee table, and he’s paying for it, while his wife is fucking him on the couch, and he doesn’t have to pay for it.
John heard Kelly gasping and knew she was only moments away from cumming. He couldn’t believe how good Mrs. Adams’ pussy felt as she milked him. Then Kelly cried out as her orgasm took her. Mrs. Adams just fucked him harder and harder, never even looking back at Kelly.
“You sure got a nice pussy, Kelly,” Bob Adams said, slowly fucking her now as she recovered from her orgasm. “You’re nice and tight, too.”
“Oh, Mr. Adams, your cock feels so good in me,” Kelly gasped, no energy left to meet his slow thrusts.
“I want to fuck your ass now, Kelly,” he said. “What do you think of that?”
“I’ve never done that before,” she replied, “so please don’t hurt me.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked. “Tell me.”
“Oooh, I want you to fuck me in the ass,” she gasped as he slammed his cock all the way into her pussy.
“Why don’t you get on your hands and knees on the floor then,” he said, slowly withdrawing his gooey cock from her pussy.
“Oh, don’t take it out,” Kelly gasped when she felt his cock withdrawn from her grasping pussy.
Helping her to sit up, Kelly seemed to notice John and Mrs. Adams for the first time.
“Oh, John, what are you doing?” she asked as she watched Mrs. Adams sliding her ass back and forth on John’s lap.
“I’m not doing anything,” John gasped, his cock ready to explode from Mrs. Adams’ incredible pussy.
“Cum inside me now, John,” Mrs. Adams panted, fucking him hard and fast.
“Oh, god, oh, god,” John said, feeling himself go over the edge as his balls began to spasm in orgasm.
“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Adams cried, feeling his hot cum shooting deep into her pussy. “That’s it, fill my pussy, give it all to me,” as her pussy milked his cock dry.