"I still can't see why you went so fuck-crazy at the party," Jim said, snarfing down his eggs.
"Sorry," Jan said, trying to ignore her husband's lousy table manners. It had always nauseated her the way he laid on the table, elbows spread out like an eagle with broken wings. He always talked with his mouth full of food and blew his nose at the table. Of course her mother had told her Jim wasn't the man for her. He had no couth at all. About the only good thing Jan could say about her husband was he made good money and supported her well. She watched him shovel his food into his mouth just like he shoveled gravel at work. At least he had the right job if not the right wife. Jan had long since been stirred to erotic ecstasy by her husband. She fucked him to keep the money rolling into the household. That's all.
It was a surprise to her, too, that she had been so turned on at the party. It was amazing how a change from old slovenly could stimulate her. She looked forward to another fucking night when she could let her hair down and forget she was married to the next thing to a pig.
Jan had watched her husband leave and was relieved. She had grown to hate his dirty jeans and heavy construction boots. He was clean and shaved and all that, but his muscles and money that had impressed her years before were stale. Maybe it was the years of trying to clean his construction clothes that had turned her off to stagnant boredom. Anyway, she was thrilled at how she had let it all hang out at the party. She was anxious for the next weekend to roll around for another fucking swap.
Which brought to mind the fact the girls decided more cock were needed. Where would she get another cock or two? She ought to contribute to the cause. Her prayers were answered when her milkman walked into the house. She immediately went into her vulture act and asked Stan if he would like a cup of coffee.
She tucked her robe around her body tightly as she sat across the kitchen table from the dark, heavy-set man. She surveyed his body, his face, his mouth. She sized him up like she was investing a large amount of money in a big hunk of meat. He would do, she decided, as she sipped coffee with her milkman.
"So how's the wife and kids?" she asked.
"Same as usual."
"You doin' good on your route?"
"Gotta build it up some more. You know, it's hell gettin' people to pay their bills. Yeah, it gets real boring after a while. You wouldn't know, I guess, being a housewife."
"Will you tell me something, Stan? I've known you for a long time. I just wondered if it's true that milkmen have little codemarks behind names of people on their routes… you know what I mean?" she asked, leaning forward so her tits jutted to expose the fullness of her soft flesh.
Stan drank his coffee and gulped at her insinuations.
"You can tell me. How long have I known you, fifteen years? God, Stan."
"All I can say is there's no marks behind your name," his eyes ogled her pressing, pushing titties, "… yet." He grinned devilishly.
"Why, Stanley," she said demurely.
She got up and got the coffee pot, being sure to swing her ass just enough for him to notice. She leaned over to put the steaming fluid in his cup. Her robe hung loosely as she did, exposing her full, round domes.
She sat back down across the round table from her old friend and milkman. Her big, blue, innocent eyes sparkled as she talked to him.
"Guess what we did Saturday night?"
Stan gulped his coffee and tried to keep his eyes off of her jutting boobs. He shrugged his shoulders and Jan thought how nice his shoulders would be, naked, close to hers, or between her legs. She did have a hang-up on strong shoulders and men that worked hard did have what she wanted in the line of shoulders and cocks.
"We went to a wife-swapping party," she said and winked.
"You? You gotta be kidding," he chuckled. He squirmed at the idea of getting rid of his wife to some poor sucker and taking Jan to bed and sucking her luscious, full tits.
"No, not kidding. Of course it didn't start out to be a wife swapping party. Just my husband's buddies and their wives getting together. You know how things go. Everybody got drunk and everybody wound up in bed, the same bed. It was really weird. I've never done anything like that before."
"Did you like it?" he asked anxiously. His eyes stared at her heaving breasts.
"Yeah, I really did. That's what's so funny. I thought it was one man and one man only when I got married. But, you know what, I found myself really excited with a different man. Sort of like when I was a hot-to-trot teenager. It was really fun. I thought all those heated, mad, passionate days were over forever. Now I know they're not. I'm alive again!" She smiled at her milkman with a seductive, sly grin. "You ever get bored with your wife?"
"I think everybody does," he said, ogling her rigid nipples that pressed against her robe.
"Sometime you ought to try having an affair or wife swapping or something. It really does wonders for a person's sex life." She saw him squirm and adjust the crotch of his pants. She smiled wickedly knowing he had a hard-on. If she just kept talking to him, he'd be so horny when he left he'd have to beat-off in the truck. How lovely. Cum cream mixed with the other kind, whatever that was.
"We've got a few problems, though. We don't have enough cocks to go around. Seems the girls in our group are more horny than the guys. Or else we just have more endurance. Once you've had an orgasm, how long does it take you to get a hard-on again?" she asked, resting her pretty chin on her hand as she leaned on the table letting her robe part enough to show more of her boobs, but not her nipples.
"That depends," he said nervously. He squirmed uncomfortably.
"You got a hard-on now?" she asked brazenly.
"Goddamn, you've never acted like this before. What the hell's the matter with you? Didn't you get any this morning?"
"I'm horny and, no, I didn't get any this morning," she said flatly.
"Jesus Christ," he moaned, but took her hand as she extended it.
She gently led him down the hallway to her bedroom with a huge bed in the center. She dropped her robe to the floor and crawled up on the billowy, rippling water bed. Her naked body swayed on the sloshing of the water caused by her weight.
She watched Stan get out of his uniform in a big hurry and crawl up on the bed with her.
"You make more waves than I do," she giggled.
"Because I weigh more," he said.
"Lots of your weight is right here," she said as she grabbed his stiff cock.
"Ahhh, Lady!"
Stan moaned in wild lust at the feel of her hand on his throbbing, beating cock. He rolled over to her and tucked her warmly in his arms as his open mouth came down on hers.
She felt his eager tongue dart in and around her hot, saliva-filled mouth as she sucked on it, wallowing his tongue in her eager, hot spit. She was hot and ready to go! Amazing how fucking was so wonderful with a new man. She really ought to be divorced so she could fuck a different man every night, but then she would have to go to work. No, she better keep Jim to support her and have her various affairs on the side. What she better do is shove all practical thoughts out of her blonde head and concentrate on the milkman she had cuddled next to her on her rippling bed.
Her rigid nipples brushed against his hairy chest. She giggled at the tickle. Her arms went around his heavy shoulders and she pressed her damp pussy against his rock-hard cock. She spread her legs slightly to let his blood-gorged cock slip into her slippery slit and thump away. Hard cocks against the pelvic bone hurt like hell, so she thrilled at tormenting him by letting his hot cock roast in her boiling, simmering, sloshy slit. She felt his full balls against the upper and inner parts of her thighs. Her mouth had his and she tongued her spit into his mouth, slobbering, kissing, licking his face and soft, full lips. Her mouth went to his ear and she stuffed in her tongue, lathering him with her warm spit and hot breath. She felt him jab away with his cock as his penis slipped and squished in her crack. She whirlpooled her pelvis against his, having slight trouble due to his heavy gut. She couldn't get as close as she wanted, but she was close enough to know he had a long, hard prick stabbing into her slippery, squishy slit. Her clit trembled with lust as it fluttered wildly. Her hairy, oozing snatch spasmed hotly as she felt his pulsating cock slip in her gushy crack and rub, rub, rub against her vibrating clit until the tiny lovebud could stand no more. Her clit was rigid and ripe and her ass was ready!
The movements of the two bodies sloshed the waterbed to gurgling and bubbling as they punched against each other, pressing, hugging, touching. Warm body to warm body sent ripples of excitement flooding through her system and spurred her emotions to soaring heights of passion. She had to have his thumping, sticking cock in her seething, fuming, gurgling twat! She pulled gently on his massive shoulders to get his body between her legs. Her widespread legs welcomed the hot, spearing cock to her dripping, oozing, soft, torridly clamping snatch. She groaned with passionate contentment as she felt him ease his fat cock up her love tunnel, inch by fat, delicious inch! She felt the throbs of his digging cock, the beats of his hammering, wild prick, the swacking of his hot rocks, his heavy breathing, his grunts, his snorts, his hands groping! She shot into ecstasy of heavenly delight as Stanley humped her clutching, grasping snatch with his hefty, beefy body. His belly seemed to spread out some as he banged into her hole. She felt his weight evenly distributed over her hot, sweaty body as Stanley balanced on his knees and elbows. She felt him shove his jerking, jack-hammering cock into her slobbering, clutching twat… all the way. Her labial lips felt the steam of his hot balls as they swacked into her squishy, slippery slit. Stanley got to the heated point where he ground in, pushed, shoved and his cock stretched and swelled inside her hot, bubbling cunt. She felt his wallowing balls get bathed in her dripping, leaking juices as he pushed his cock in and ground, around and around, deeper and deeper inside her hysterically clamping twat.
"Ah, fuck meeeee!!" she screamed.
Her hips gyrated and swung in big whirlpools, of suction to pull in his pulsating, thick, stuck, beating cock. She was so thrilled at the fatness of the stout milkman that she nearly blew her cool. She wasn't ready to blast off, yet. She adored the stuffed feeling in her clamping cunt, the heat of his simmering nuts, the heavy beats of his cock.
"Oh, fuck me hard! Hard! Harder-r-r-r!!!"
She felt his full, warm, moist mouth on her nipples and melted with glorious lust. Her hips swung into erratic, spastic motions and she went wild with her hands, all over his fat body, his plump ass, his big shoulders, his fully packed thighs! She wanted more of him, to be closer to his heated, sweaty body, to be possessed by this man, to be in him, on him, all over him! Her head reeled in wild dizziness as she groped for any part of his heavy, heated body! His thick cock pumped heavily into her clutching, spastic snatch as she heaved her pussy up for more of his body, more of his cock, more of his testicles, more!
Her head tossed on the waves of the waterbed as her body was rocked by the swirling waters. She was jolted madly by Stanley's heavenly shoves, jerks, shocks of hard, stiff, fat cock! His mouth clung to her jiggling tit and she felt his hot spit trickle down her full, firm breast. His hot tongue whipped around her rigid nipple, flicking across, darting around her full dome… and then he shifted his warm, moist mouth to the other eager, neglected tit. She felt like she had fallen into a warm, moist, lovely mass of heated, thick, juicy cream.
She was absorbed, engulfed, caressed, massaged, smothered in the torridly hot, deliciousness of this man. His soft, full mouth had her by the nipple, his tongue whipping her into erotic, passionate ecstasy. His hands were on her hips, feeling her damp pussy, caressing her boobs, encircling her ass, all over her. She was a slave, a possession, clay in his hands. She twisted in her glorious, exotic, tormented, spastic agony. Stanley was all over her slithering body, jamming, punching, poking in his heavy, fat, vibrating cock! Her head tossed and her eyes could not focus on anything. All she saw was his dark head bobbing around from one of her highly stimulated, tickling tits to the other, and then he buried his fevered face between her two big domes, pressing her warm flesh to the sides of his flushed face. His pelvis jerked and kept up the steady, relentless, sturdy fucking movements, as he ground in his thick, blood-gorged cock.
She was hot! So hot she thought she would scream! She was moving to get out from under this smothering man, his rapid, jack hammering cock! She had to have air! Her head flashed fire through the rest of her sweaty body! Her nerves shot sparks of electrified passion to her rippling skin. She was going to melt, to disintigrate into ashes, to burn up with fiery heat! Never had she been so consumed with fiery passion for a man's cock! She had to get him to cum or she was going to die of dehydration! The sweat poured off of her naked, slithering body and the fire burned, blazed, consumed her body! Her clit was spastic! Her dribbling, gurgling twat flamed with the passion fire of his stabbing, grinding, SLAMMING, WHAMMING COCK! She felt her womb banged as he thrust with wild exuberence!
She could take no more! Her twitching clit shot bolts of frantic, frenzied excitement sparking up her leaking twat and she exploded, blasted, burst! Her hot cum lathered his stabbing, thrusting, humping cock to a gushy foam! Her hips moved eratically, missing his every slam in of hard, throbbing, beating cock! She moaned, groaned and gasped for air! She had to have air! Her breasts heaved frantically while his hot mouth devoured her titties in his torridly hot mouth. She thrashed around in heated rages of spastic passion as Stanley heaved and humped her gurgling, dribbling snatch! "Oh, fuck,I'm cumminnnggg!!Cumming nooowww!!!" She grabbed his big shoulders in ravished passion and then pushed him away in anguish! She wanted him close and if he was, she was going to die of his smothering heat! Her cunt splashed her lavish flood of cum and the squishing, suctioning sounds of his cock as it rammed, slammed, socked into her clutching hole, drove her ringing ears to near deafness. The pumping of her pounding heart filled her dizzy head until she thought she was floating, drowning in the mighty surges of waves in the waterbed. She was rocked into sexual oblivion! She smelled her own cum as it dripped out of her sopping, leaking hole from around his throbbing, pulsating cock as he socked it to her hard and heavy! She couldn't take anymore! Her gush of cum drained and her spastic vaginal muscles were dead. She couldn't move a muscle since her fantastic, raging, flaming orgasm…
Stanley rammed his thick, fat cock into her squishy twat, feeling her matted, blonde, curly hair brush against his dark, bushy pubic hair. His ramming cock slammed across her beaten clit everytime he stuffed her slobbering, hot, boiling snatch with his thickly veined erection. He felt his surge of sperm electrify his cockhead and he shot a jetting stream of thick, creamy cum into her drenched snatch! His body jerked and jiggled as he wracked in orgasmic pleasure. He pushed his shooting cock to a grinding thrust up her slobbering twat and gushed his ammonia-smelling cum into her fiery, boiling furnace! His big, hammy hands groped all over her sweat-slick body as he moaned and grunted!
His surge of flowing cum thrilled Jan beyond belief. She felt the hot spray of thick cream coat her highly sensitive vaginal walls. She sighed as she fell into an exhausted haze of heavenly bliss. She weakly squeezed his rubbery whang with her cunt muscles to get every last drop of his deliciously warm liquid.
"Will you come to our next swap meet? Only leave your wife at home. All I want is your cock! We don't need any more women. Will you?" Jan begged.
"God, I don't know if I can get away…" he moaned.
"Think of a way. You've got such a nice fucking rod, I'd hate to have it not used at one of our parties. God, you're a good fucker…" she moaned.
"After all these years I never thought I'd ever go bed with you. I guess I figured you were happily married or something," he moaned.
"I am happily married, just like all the rest of the world. Put up a good front and die of boredom. Man, you are a thrill and a half!"
She felt his stiff cock go limp in her gushing hole. She was saddened by the distressing condition. But she knew her milkman had to get back to work. She knew he would find a way to their party and if he didn't, tough shit! Now he knew she would fuck him at home anyway and was a damned good fucker. Maybe she didn't want to share him with the others anyway. That wouldn't be fair. Barbie was already bitching because Jan took all the cocks. It was only fair that Jan contribute to the cause and furnish an extra cock or so. And, God damn, Stanley had one hell of a fine cock and he knew what to do with it!
Stanley crawled out of the sloshing waterbed, leaving Jan with her dripping cunt. He agreed to try and get to the party and he left.
Jan smiled. Chalk up one more cock for the swap! He was one fuck the girls wouldn't forget.