[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.]
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Ron had his face pressed hard into Valerie's sopping wet pussy. As he rocked his head back and forth, grinding his nose across her tender little clit, he drove his tongue as deep into the soft wet folds of his wife's pussy as he could get it.
With her eyes closed, head thrown back, and a sensitive nipple being pinched and stretched in the fingers of each of her hands, Val moaned in pure sexual pleasure as she lay on the bed.
"Fuck me!" she commanded without opening her eyes. "Get up there and shove that hard cock up my cunt hole and fuck the hell out of me! Pound my hot fucking pussy with your cock!"
Ron loved it when his wife started spewing whole sentences of profanity, rather than just "Fuck me," or "Eat my pussy," or "Suck my tits." It meant that she was super hot, and that meant that her physical resistance to some of the things that he really like to do would drop way down.
During "regular" sex, for instance, she couldn't deep throat him. But when she was super hot, her gag reflex was somehow overridden by her sex drive, and he could fuck her in the mouth until his balls mashed against her chin.
The same was true for her tiny little asshole. Normally, he couldn't even get the head of his dick into her sphincter before the pain of stretching had her pushing him away. When she was on fire, though, she was able relax her ass muscles, and take him all the way into her guts.
Val's super hot moods only happened a few times a year—usually when there had been a lot of alcohol involved. But it appeared that tonight was one of those, even though they had only had a glass of wine with dinner at the restaurant. Ron was certainly not going to question his wife's motivation, though!
Ron got up on his knees and crawled forward, his rigid dick leading the way to his wife's dripping pussy. Without needing to use his hand, he lined the pre-cum-wet head up with Val's cunt hole, and moved forward to slide it in.
As his hard cock penetrated deep into the hot, silky tunnel of his wife's pussy, he leaned over, and gave her a hot open-mouth tongue-tangling kiss. Barely breaking the contact of their lips, he whispered into her mouth, "How do you like the taste of your hot pussy juice on my face?"
She gave him a lap all around his mouth, and said, "I fucking love the taste of my own cunt juice! After you fuck me, I'm gonna suck every drop of it off your hard cock while you fuck my mouth!"
It was just what he wanted to hear ... on many levels!
He began fucking her hard, using all of the moves in his repertoire. He fucked her from above in a push-up position, then low from a squat. He rocked left and right, and rotated his hips, trying to get his stiff cock to poke and prod every square inch of the inside of her cunt.
As he hammered away at her pussy, Val reached down and began to play with her clit. Gentle circular rubs at first, but as she enjoyed the feel of her husband's cock probing every sensitive spot inside her cunt, she began rubbing harder, until she was grinding her fingers into the little nub as hard as she could.
As he continued fuck her hard and fast, Ron watched Val close her eyes tight, clench her teeth, and start to stiffen her whole body. He knew her orgasm was coming.
He picked up his pace, what little he could, and as Val let out a deep guttural groan, he felt his cock being gripped tightly by her contracting cunt muscles, and then felt a huge wave of hot pussy juice gush from inside her.
He kept fucking, and she kept gushing—all the while hand-grinding her own clit—until his cock, his balls, and the inside of his legs were soaked with his wife's sex juices.
Finally, she pushed him back, and commanded him, "Get that hard cock up here and shove it in my mouth! I want to suck my hot cunt juice off your dick while you fuck my face! Come on, lover! Fuck your slut-wife in the mouth!"
While he certainly needed no further inducement, and quickly moved up to straddle her chest and present his cock to her wide open mouth, something in her last profane sentence caught his attention. She had called herself a
slut-wife
.
Maybe he was reading more into it than he should; maybe it was just a slip of her hormone-charged filthy tongue, but she had never used that term, before.
Hot wife
, and even
horny bitch
, but
slut-wife
seemed just one level too degrading for her to call herself.
The question slipped quickly from his mind as soon as his wife's hungry mouth closed over his cock, and she began sucking and swirling her tongue over its engorged head. She bobbed her head up and down its length a few times, and then forced her head even farther up, and speared the rigid pole of flesh into her throat.
She pushed her head toward him until her lips her hard against the root of his cock and his ball sack. She lingered there a moment, sticking her tongue out and licking at his balls. She then pulled all the way back, letting his dick slip completely out of her mouth.
She smiled up at him, and said, "My pussy juice tastes pretty good on your balls. Move up here so I can suck on them!"
He wiggled a little farther forward, and she opened her mouth wide to take in both of his cunt-juice-soaked testicles. As she sucked gently and swirled her tongue over the folds of flesh, she took hold of his wet cock and began to jerk him off, rubbing his dick across her cheek, nose, and forehead.
It didn't take Val long to clean her juices from her husband's balls, and she pushed them out of her mouth with her tongue, and then pushed him off of her.