Facial

Husband craves watching his insatiable wife Barbara worship massive cocks, but their DIY porn flops—until he snags a shady ad from a seedy theater bathroom. For just $100, a slick cameraman arrives at their Youngstown home… with a ripped 22-year-old black stud in tow, his baggy pants barely containing a throbbing monster.

Naked on their king-size bed, voluptuous Barb dives in: slurping hubby’s seven inches, then lunging for the cameraman’s thicker nine-inch beast, alternating greedy deepthroats while stroking both slick heads. Hands-and-knees pounding follows—hubby films the black bull’s balls-deep thrusts slamming her dripping pussy, the white stud gagging her throat. They tag-team her relentlessly, flipping her for missionary marathons, close-ups capturing every stretched lip and quivering moan.

Climax erupts in filthy glory: ropes of thick cum painting her face and tits, then a pulsing creampie flooding her spasming cunt. But with Barb demanding “at least nine inches” next time… will hubby recruit a gang of fit black bulls to capture the ultimate hotwife frenzy?

Actually, she wasn’t my wife then, just my horny fiancée. I went to work where she closed. Everyone had left for the four-day vacation, and left her alone to clean up and lock up. I helped her with her duties, to hasten our deal.

I was sitting on a stool next to the high table when my wife had to finish some paperwork. Half the lights were out, making the room feel almost romantic. As romantic as a shipping area can be.

My wife looks like a slut. She’s always looked like this to me. She’s a little over a meter tall with big breasts. The kind that needs a bra to hold them up and avoid unnecessary wiggling. She’s no eye-catching beauty, but she has that look that boys know. That I might be a bad girl for the right man. Her big mouth and pouty lips contribute to her slutty look. She wasn’t acting like a slut when I met her and then married her.

I knew early on I wasn’t making her happy. Our sex drives didn’t seem right. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted to have sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.

When I left school and worked full-time (two jobs), and she ended up in school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around e-mails to my friends and family 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent every week with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, so-called the “sensible one” when she was drunk and chasing men. She also spent many weekends with her school clubs and visited her mother.

“I feel a little weird about the way he massages me…” Kay, the mother, was getting ready for her bath, talking to her husband Jim. He was behind her and she undressed. He put his fingers in her bare back. He had showered and waited for her to take a bath and then came to him for a sexy sex scene in the bedroom. They were outside the bathroom where the water drew in the bath, and where she would soon call her son Sammy to wash her back, then move her to her bosom and wash slow boobs, massage her so she could get wet, and Jimer.

Joanna twisted her way past the dark streets when she ran home, beat her heart and lungs burned from the exorcism. The rubber soles of her gyms hit the shiny sidewalk, wet and damp of a sudden damp. There were a few more drops. The young girl was grateful for the raindrops that had mutilated her hair and shirt. With any luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rainfall.

I became a Hot Wife about five years ago at my divorced husband’s request. During my adventures as a Hot Wife, I discovered a desire for hot young dick. Tonight I wanted a young dick, so I peed for two hours and prepared myself for trial.

A sensual sensual hot oil bath followed by a quick session with my chrome ploughed dildo got the juices fluent and the nipples hard, let me say it put me in the right picture. Next came the wardrobe, the “special” Attire for special occasions like this.