The cell phone rang. "It's me," her husband said cheerfully. "I've got tickets for the Orioles and the Yankees. Can you get a sitter?"
"Hi," she said, with a normal, almost nonchalant tone. "Is this tonight?" she said, clearing her throat.
"Yeah," Dale said. "We could get a bite to eat at this Thai place near Camden Yards."
The three young men sat with their eyes riveted on Liz's rounded ass and long, smooth legs. They would settle for nothing less than all the sex they wanted from her. They wanted it now. They knew that any woman who would dress the way she did and flirt with them about it, then have that bizarre exchange with her husband in front of them, was one hell of a hungry housewife. If she wasn't, she would learn, and from them. Now.
They flinched as they saw Liz, her left hand holding the phone to her ear, carress her hair with her right hand, then slowly move her nervous fingers to her neck, where she scratched. She rested her hand on the knot of the top strap, her back still to the young studs in her ****** room. She paused, trying to collect herself as a heat wave rolled toward her, the sound of her husband's voice acting like gasoline on a fire. Her ears ringing, she undid the knot, then impatiently Lizzy undid the lower knot, and her tits were unbound. She let the bikini top fall silently to the floor.
The young men breathed in and marvelled at her big tits showing themselves from the sides so wonderfully and abundantly. They protruded outward from her body. She planted her fingers in her hair and slowly turned to face her lustful admirers. Dale said: "Are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here," she said, her voice shaking with a surge of carnal desire, "the girls needed something." She walked to within two inches of the blonde guy and stared, then closed her eyes for a second, then gazed down again at his now exposed turgid prick, proudly standing, facing the ceiling. The blonde guy moved forward and buried his face in her tits, and his strong hands squeezed them inward. She almost dropped the phone. It was happening, and she was feeling so fucking hot.
Dale went on: "Can you get a sitter? The game starts at 7:15 and we could grab a dinner at around 6, so you could meet me at Bangkok Palace then."
"Yeah I can call somebody," she said, thrilling with the sensation of a torrid mouth licking and sucking her breasts.
"It should be fun!" Dale said. He sensed that she was distracted by something, and then a call came through.
"Honey, I gotta call you back," Dale announced abruptly and hung up.
"Okay." She threw the phone on the carpet. Immediately she wrapped her fingers around the blonde's cock as he continued to feast on her tits.
The other two guys had pulled their clothing down to their ankles and were blatantly jacking their hard dicks. The student said: "Wrong number?" His voice was shaking with lust. Lizzy was gasping she was so aroused.
"Uh, that was my husband."
The student looked at the bald guy and winked. "Let's get him back, babe," he said, "You can tell him about all the cock you're about to swallow."
Liz was losing herself in the filthiness of this situation and looked over at the student. "Maybe I will."
The bald guy said: "Christ look at those boobs. How do you carry those fuckin things around?"
"Want some?" she said to him. Her hand jerked rapidly on the blonde's dick. She fell to her knees and, smiling up at the blonde, grabbed his balls in her eager hand and slowly lowered her mouth, tongue wagging, to the rock solid head of his large prick. She kissed it several times, then ran her tongue up and down the shaft and around the head, which she rubbed lovingly over her lips and cheeks. Clutching the shaft, with its conspicuous veins, she kissed his balls, then licked them. Her mouth seemed to be flooding with saliva, and she let it fall freely on his cock. She spit on the head again and jacked him off while she turned to the other two and stared, unsmiling. She reached her free hand around and pulled down the bottom of her swimsuit. Her mouth opened wide and she turned around and slowly took the hefty organ into her mouth. The young guys began to hear Lizzy's uncontrollable, muffled moans of excitement and pleasure.
"Looks like she's a decent cocksucker," the bald guy said. He called with a raised voice over to the blonde, as if he were upstairs: "Hey dude, can she suck cock?" She turned, keeping her mouth full, but gestured maternally with her hand to watch the loud voice. "Oh sorry," he said.
The blonde guy smiled. "She's got a nice slutty mouth to go with those 48 double E jugs, don't you cocksucker?" His eyelids grew heavy as he gazed lustfully at her head now bobbing up and down on his prick.
After a few minutes she stopped blowing him and grabbed her tits, let saliva fall from her mouth between them, then plopped the large, hypnotic flesh on either side of his crotch. She worked his cock between her breasts and directed a mock protest to the blonde guy: "I object to that! My tits aren't THAT big." She moved her tits up and down, easily keeping his cock buried in the cleavage. "But close," she smiled.
As the bald guy stood up and moved toward her ass in duck steps, his clothes at his ankles, the student smiled at the blonde guy and smirked: "So honey, you don't object to stuff like 'slutty mouth' and 'cocksucker', just '48 double E jugs, right......cocksucker?" The boys were getting more and more excited about talking to her with filthy language. The blonde guy smiled back and raised his thumb victoriously. Lizzy said nothing and resumed her passionate sucking of his dick. "Guess not," the student said. Then he looked at the bald guy, who was slapping his ha ck against her naked ass, "Hey, asshole, I wanted to fuck her."
The bald guy smiled over at him. "Relax, bro', we're ALL going to fuck her. I'll just fuck her a little."
"Yeah right," the student laughed.
Lizzy looked back, her hand groping for the bald guy's dick, "I don't think I'm wet enough." The bald kid lay on his back and scooted under her crotch, which he pushed himself up to by bracing himself on his bulky arms. His grizzly beard rubbed against her smooth inner thighs. His tongue found her clitoris and almost immediately she began to jerk convulsively. The bald guy quickly got back on his knees and jammed his rarin' to go prick inside her.
"Wet enough?" he gasped, promptly working up to power strokes, "She's a fuckin' lake of cunt juice. But nice and tight. Hey doesn't your husband ever fuck you?"
Back at his office, Lizzy's husband had to get off the phone. But he could not pay attention to the systems analyst complaining about the company's local are network. Dale was eager to have an evening out with his wife and had unsuccessfully tried to rush this second call. But he thought, hell, it is business. They are paying me. Finally they were done, and he called her on the cell phone.
The cell phone rang back in his ****** room. "Speak of the devil, I bet that's your husband" the student said, getting off the couch and kneeling at her side, attempting to position his crotch so that she could jack him off. He picked up the cell phone and shook it once in the air next to her face. "Shall I take a message?" he grinned, stroking himself. He pressed "send" and held the green Nokia to her face. Panting, Lizzy let the blonde guy's cock fall out of her mouth. Her left hand immediately latched onto it and jacked it fast and furiously. She was so grateful that the student had held the phone to her ear and that her husband had called her back. In fact her body demanded it. She just had to do this.
The bald guy delighted in seeing the phone at her mouth and fucked her harder and deeper. His loins smacked against her, making her buttocks ripple. "Hello?" she said into the phone, the part of her praying that it was not Dale all but dead, the part praying that it was - on fire.
"Sorry about that," she heard Dale say, "I had to take that call." The sound of his voice drove her crazy with lust.
"Hi honey," she managed to say, her breathing suddenly interrupted with whimpers of pleasure she had never known. She could barely talk.
Her reaction was obvious to the young cocksmen helping themselves to her body in her home and the student was careful to keep the phone placed at her ear and lips. "Fuck her harder!" he whispered to the bald guy, who was doing some whimpering of his own. She buried part of her face in the blonde's balls as the hard cock within her pumped faster, pleasuring her hungry body.
"Where are you?" Dale asked.
"How are you?" she finally said.
"You sound like you're out of breath," Dale inquired, puzzled at the way his wife was sounding.
"Uh, I'm on the treadmill," she managed to add.
"I thought maybe those young guys were chasing you around the yard, trying to get their hands on you" Dale laughed. "Just kidding," he said.
"Oh, well, they're here now, doing as they please to my body," she said. "Just kidding," she added.
With that Lizzy's body skyrocketed into an orgasm. This was unbelievable! It was so strong she began to laugh. Dale went on: "So are you coming to the game?" He was hearing sounds that came over the phone less like work-out noises than cries of discomfort. And then he heard her orgastic laughter. "Are you all right? Honey?" he said, hearing no response. The bald guy then grunted wildlly and shot his wad inside of her in four or five spasms, his hands firmly grabbing her tits and pulling them out to the side harshly as he climaxed.
"I'm fine," she said, gasping. "I guess I have been away from the treadmill for too long."
She was feeling so evil now, and she wanted to get more wicked. She wanted Dale to do more talking so she could take this experience as far as she could. "You know Dale, I missed you today. And I would love to come to that game," she said, and she dove into the blonde's dick and took as much of it as she could into her mouth and into her throat. She started choking, which made her lovers laugh.
"I hear laughter, what's so funny?" Dale asked.
"The TV," Lizzy said, rubbing the man flesh all over her face, "this prick on Rosie is such a he-man about his body he's funny, and I'm choking. He's such a dick." Dale was struck by her vulgar language; using words like this was not her style.
She rose up on her knees and pressed the phone between her tits. "Who wants to fuck me?" she looked up and smiled.
The blonde guy whispered "Me!"
The dark student said: "I'll fuck those tits."
"Hang on a second," Liz said to Dale, "that's the other line." She covered the mouth hole with her hand and said to the blonde: "The couch opens up. Hurry." They ignored her and the blonde guy grabbed her and threw her on the couch, her tits bouncing and jiggling.
Picking her up like a rag doll he threw her on the couch again and rolled her back and forth. "Look at those fuckin' things shake," he smiled, his cock rubbing against her thigh. The three youngsters watched fascinated as her huge boobs in delayed fashion tumbled over toward the direction her body was rolling to, then back the other way. The bald guy chuckled and knelt down at her side. He squeezed and sucked her tits.
Dale sat at his desk, waiting for his wife to return. This would be their first outing at the ball park, he thought. They could relax and have a few beers. The weather was perfect for it.
Then the dark student pulled her by the shoulders so that her head was hanging off one end of the couch. The couch was part of a larger set and had no arms. He positioned himself at the side of the couch and aimed his long prick into her face. He rubbed it greedily over her cheeks and eyes. Her one hand fastened on it and she extended her tongue to its head. One foot resting on the floor, the blonde guy parted her legs roughly and sunk his monster cock between her soaking lips and deep into her twat. He was impatient and began with deep, quick strokes. His dick stretched her out more. His strong hand fastened on her buttock, and slid into her ass crack, a finger entering her asshole. She yelped with pleasure. Wide-eyed, and craving what he was doing to her, Liz took her hand off the mouth hole of the phone. After a few second she spoke to Dale, her voice rippling with the thrusts of the blonde's cock deep inside her body.
"I'm back" she said. "So how was your day? I want to hear all about it!"
"You want to hear all about my day? This is a new one. It's boring," Dale asked. He smiled that his wife was showing an interest in his work, which was unusual.
She could not resist fucking these guys, with him on the phone. She felt like she was going to cum again. "Yeah," she panted to her husband, "walk me through it while I work up a sweat here. I'm going to raise the angle and speed on the treadmill honey. Just so you know about the huffing and puffing...I'm so glad you bought me this for Christmas...."
Dale, still a bit bewildered at the vigorous sounds of his wife's workout, began what was a five minute rundown over the phone, sharing with her his day. He took pains to explain technical projects he was managing. Meanwhile, the student was pulling on her tits, into her neck and at her face, while she eagerly guided his prick into her mouth. The head of his warm, pulsing cock rammed into her tongue and prodded its way into her throat. She struggled to breath through her nose, and thrilled at the sensation of his testicles mashing against her eyes and her nose. The blonde kid gazed in the direction of her face and saw only two fluffy masses of tit flesh, getting mauled by his buddy.
When Dale took pauses in his monologue by saying: "you know?" or "right?" she, at first, would grunt or manage an "oh really?" and then stuff the dickmeat back into her hungry throat. Her lovers were no longer concealing their own pleasure, yelling and panting freely, with profanity.
The student pulled on her nipples and jiggled her tits ferociously, and repeatedly raised and lowered his crotch onto and off of her face. His hairy balls slapped into her cheeks as he jacked himself, his breaths growing shorter and louder. Then she felt, but now could not see, a warm, stiff prick sandwiched between the very generous mass of her boobs. The student heartily pushed her soft tits together so that they concealed his tool. He could not believe how good it felt to bury his cock in these huge boobs.
The cell phone spilled onto the couch. She could barely hear the tinny sound of Dale's voice over the phone. The blonde pushed Lizzy's legs up, spread them wide, and drilled harder at her cunt. His left foot dug in to the carpeting and his right knee practically ripped the cushion it kept stabbing into. His prick tingled and vibrated with pleasure at the feeling of her tight pussy. She was thrusting her ass at him, completely lost in the pleasure of his fucking. He found her soaking clit, then grabbed her fingers and guided them to slowly begin to jack it. She instinctively began rubbing her clit with two fingers. She and her two studs were moaning now, uncontrollably. She thought of the phone, now tumbled onto the floor and went over the edge, coming again, her cries of intense pleasure muffled by the masculine ass smothering her mouth. The brunette's buttocks rode relentlessly on her neck as the tit fucking increased in pace.
Dale sat at his desk and was now more than puzzled. He was hearing panting and cries but he was now convinced that his wife was no longer on the treadmill. "Hello? Hello?" He put it on speaker phone, oblivious to his assistant staring into his office. Dale heard panting and thumping, or the sound of something smacking. A sense of shock swept over him. My God, he thought, is she having sex with someone? He sat there, frozen, listening and not wanting to jump to conclusions. Could this be happening? His boss appeared in his doorway and signalled that he needed him next door. He rose from his desk, alarmed, intimidated by the sounds coming from his home. He was too disturbed to turn off the speaker phone when he headed out of his office. But his boss changed his mind, and urgently needed to look at something on Dale's database and called in two programmers and Dale's secretary. Dale's boss asked him to grab a third manager across the floor. "We'll be pulling that file his boss said as Dale, now remembering the speaker phone, left with great reluctance to find the other employee.
Dale's boss, Dale's assistant and the two programmers entered his office and his boss sat in front of his PC. The speaker phone was on, and one of them, not yet discerning the nature of the sounds, playfully whispered: "Let's turn it up." He pressed the volume all the way to the maximum setting.
Meanwhile his wife had managed to find the phone and went to press "end", but the sensation from this evil fucking was too much and she left the phone on. Her hand returned to her clit as the blonde's king size dick slammed away, in and out of her cunt. He repeatedly pulled it all the way out and jammed it in again, balls deep. Through the sweat and the heat he looked at the brunette, just a foot away from him, and they smiled and then high-fived. "Fuckin A, what a slut!" the blonde yelled. The dark student's face contorted and his head drooped. He grabbed roughly at the large tits he was fucking and cried out in climax. He let loose several strings of semen. The cum flew out of his cock and some of it landed on the blonde. "Hey, fucker!" the latter exclaimed. But the sight of his friend shooting all over her sent him to a higher degree of stroking. He slammed into her even harder and faster, his dick about ready to explode. The student got off her and collapsed on the r. Liz was almost in another world from the steadily intense dicking. Her hand deleriously rubbed her clit and her other pawed her tits, rubbing jizz on them.
The employees in Dale's office sat in disbelief, hearing these sounds emanating from the speaker phone. The man who had turned it up looked at the display, saying the number out loud, then adding: "Uh, someone's having a REAL good time at that number!" Everyone laughed slightly. Dale's boss grinned and observed: "That's Dale's home phone."
Dale then returned to his office with the other manager. At his PC, Dale's boss began his search for the file. He looked up at Dale and said: "Hey, are you all right? You look a little pale." The carnal sounds were clearly audible, and Dale looked in a panic at the phone's speaker. He reached over to punch the speaker button to shut down the call when his boss moved the phone out of his reach. "This is one hell of a phone call you got going here, my man, and you know we don't approve of porno on company time" Dale's boss said, looking around at the others, all of whom were grinning. Dale cleared his throat and managed a grin: "Lizzy is really into working out these days."
Meanwhile, in the ****** room, the bald guy, now hard again and standing over her, exclaimed to the blonde guy: "Fuck that cunt, man. Fuck that horny slut." She screamed as once again sexual climax overwhelmed her. The blonde then yelled obscenities and let loose his man juices inside her. The bald guy jacked off over her, yanking another load out of his revived dick. He sped up his jerking and emptied his nuts on her face and tits. Lizzy had never felt so good. She lay there and rubbed semen over her body, a smile of contentment forming on her cum-stained face.
The sound of the sliding door was barely heard. The tatooed guy said: "Hey, what the fuck...Come out here and babysit, assholes. You've been in there for an hour." He walked in and stared at her. "Fuck me, look at those tits!" he said.
Lizzy sat up on the couch and said, "Give me a minute to wash up."
Dale was beyond shocked and humiliated to stand in his own office, blocked from reaching his phone by his boss and also by the guy who turned up the volume on the speaker phone in the first place. In desperation Dale yelled: "Uh Lizzy, you there? Can we talk later?"
"She's really working those muscles!" one of the other men in the office said, snickering.
After three tries Lizzy managed to get up from the couch. She picked up the phone and said: "Hello?"
Dale could not afford to let on that he suspected her of something adulterous and frantically shouted: "Lizzy? How was your work out, honey?"
Still out of breath she said: "Fantastic. I never knew I could feel so good." She stared at the older man and the goateed kid rubbing their crotches and smiling intently at the sight of cum on her face and tits.
"Oh I bet it felt good," Dale's boss muttered, making everyone laugh.
Dale ignored him and said: "So are we going to the game tonight?" He was trying to salvage this situation; there was no way these colleagues of his, and his boss, were going to get the impression his wife was having sex and that he was listening to it at work.
"Oh yeah, babe," she said, as the two guys opened their flies and pulled out their hard tools.
Dale said: "So that crazy movie you had on while you were working out helped pass the time?"
His wife did not go for it. She said: "No movie here. I turned the TV off after Oprah." Then: "Hey are you on the speaker phone there? Are you and I not alone?"
Dale's boss jumped in and yelled: "Hi Lizzy, it's Phil. I would say you are definitely not alone!" He sat back in Dale's chair with a shit eating grin on his face.
Lizzy said: "Hi Phil!" She thought: this was even nastier! She got on her knees, opened her mouth wide, and gestured to the tattooed guy a e young goateed kid to walk over to her, which they did.
Dale said to her: "We're having a meeting. Tell them about the new treadmill that is working you so hard."
His wife welcomed the hard cocks by feeling them mashing and slapping against her face. Her free hand explored their balls and the shafts of the eager flesh.
Phil laughed: "Yeah Lizzy, tell us about the, uh, treadmill. What's the treadmill's name and where did you meet him? Or should I say 'them'?"
As she took one cock in her mouth, then another, she heard Dale complain: "OK Phil, the joke is over."
She saw that Dale's boss and co-workers were suspecting her of something slutty and that Dale was trying to avoid it. As she began slow blowjobs Dale and the others bantered back and forth. Dale's voice was higher pitched and nervous. So she laughed and said in a very suggestive voice: "I like a treadmill that gives my ass a tumble and stretches me out. If I get jiggled and bounced I am happy. It's like making love." She heard cheers and laughter.
"Hey Dale," she heard a male voice say, "you better switch her to a different exercise program!"
She was getting so hot she needed to slow down. "Honey," she said, the feeling of the rigid manmeat getting her wet again, "let me call you back about where to meet you." She hung up. "Be right back," she said to the two lovers and limped upstairs to soak a wash cloth and sponge and use them to clean up her body. She tidied up her crotch and ass areas and, refreshed, switched into the white bikini from her drawer. As she adjusted it on her whore body she noticed, to her amazement, that she still had a craving for young cock. She was too much in the moment to stand back and think about it. She needed more sex.
She slipped on some white high heels to go with the bikini. She heard the cell phone ringing down in the ****** room. She applied a fresh coat of lipstick, brushed her hair, and turned to go downstairs when the tattoed guy and the kid with the goatee, a lit cigarette in his mouth, suddenly appeared in the doorway to the master bedroom.
"I was just coming downstairs to fuck you," she said, a trace of surprise in her voice.
The older, tattooed guy began to unzip his shorts. "Yeah," he said with a deep, rough voice, no trace of emotion in his face. "We thought we'd come up here and help ourselves to your slutty ass after watching your girls for half the afternoon."
The kid with the goatee smiled. "You owe us, big time." he said, rubbing his crotch.
They were so much more sinister and aggressive than the other three. The older guy walked up to her and his strong, sun baked hands grabbed her around the ass and pulled her toward him. "Get your husband on the phone," he said, pulling the cell phone out of his pocket.
She handled the Nokia but hesitated to get him on the phone and said to the older tattooed guy: "Let's go downstairs." He unzipped his jeans and began stroking his big fat cock. Her eyes lit up at the sight of it, and then the goateed youngster stood at her side, pulling his shorts and jockeys off and throwing his work shoes onto the floor. He was also rock hard, and his dick had a large head. The older guy sat on her conjugal bed and stared at her. Then he said: "Get those big tits out and bend over for us." he commanded.
"Shouldn't we go to the ****** room?" she asked, her tentative tone showing her getting hot at the idea of fucking these guys in the master bedroom. The two men said nothing.
The tattooed guy took off his clothes as she pulled off her bikini top. "Which pillow is your husbands?" he said in his hoarse voice.
She bent over in front of him, her very weighty and full tits hanging down for his pleasure. "The one on the left," she said. She closed her eyes, her breasts feeling so good as four hands squeezed and fondled them.
The goateed kid was standing behind her, his hard cock pressing against her ass. Lizzy reached around and held his neck for support. He said to his friend: "Check this shit out." The kid put his hands on her tits and pulled them as far to the side as he could, then let them fall toward each other with a smack.
"Tryin' to pull my knockers out by the sockets?" she said, smarting from the rough treatment.
"Holy shit, those are big tits," the older guy chuckled. The guys took turns playing with her boobs.
The older guy, tattoos adorning the impressive muscles of his arms and legs, fell back on the bed and pulled her tits with him, causing her to fall over him. He grabbed her and planted her so that her big fat boobs hung over his head. His demanding hands pulled her tits into his face, and his raspy beard scratched the smooth flesh of her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, amazed at the size of each globe as it hovered over him, then mashed into his head. The goateed guy knelt on the bed behind her and began fucking her. He licked her neck and back. The feeling of his dick inside her and the guys' mouths working her over was so pleasurable that she felt like she was starting all over, but quicker. The fucking from downstairs had revved up her pussy and she was running to another orgasm, she could feel it.
The older guy held the phone with his index finger poised to dial and said: "Let's call your husband, whore wife." He almost hissed it, fingering a nipple. She gave him the number and he dialed, looking at her with a smile. She smiled back and lowered a tit to his face as held the phone to her ear. As it rang the goateed guy reached over and slid Dale's pillow toward them. "Let's not leave him out of this slut fest," he said, watching lustfully as his buddy enthusiastically sucked her big tits. He chuckled as he fucked away: "We gotta show your man some respect."
Dale picked up the phone, shaken after his colleagues had departed his office and his boss had whispered, patting Dale's shoulder: "Any time Lizzy wants to use MY treadmill, have her call me."
He reached for the receiver and let out a sigh. "Hello?" he said.
"Hi honey!" his wife cried, with a sparkle in her voice.
Dale shuddered and said quietly "Liz, what the hell's going on over there?" The goateed kid reached around and rubbed her clit as he gave her a hard dicking.
"What do you mean?" Liz asked, panting and playfully shaking her knockers so that they smacked against the older guy's face. He moaned and murmured "oh fuck yeah", and she closed her eyes. Her hand locked around his stiff cock and she jacked him hard.
Something told Lizzy that Dale must be hearing what she was doing but was not exactly reacting like a normal man. How could she push this to find out?
Dale said: "I mean when we spoke before I heard what sounded like other people and what sounded like sex." His tone was more apprehensive and almost curiously so.
She made no effort to conceal her panting and grunting and said seductively: "Oh honey, I am just working this bod of mine, to make you fuck me more." Dale could not fathom her dirty style of speaking and found it stimulating.
"I guess I have to come straight out and ask you if you were doing something that we need to talk about," Dale said.
"You mean like other guys fucking me?" she said. "Yeah," he said. She decided to test him. "Like those guys working on the house next door? You mean have I been fucking them?"
She waited for him to say something. With the carnal noises coming from their bed, and her flip comments, it was now that he would say something assertive or take the timid route. The goateed kid threw her on her back so that she lay across the bed sideways, her head at the edge. The tattooed guy practically jumped on top of her and slid his hot boner right up her pussy. Immediately he began fucking her so hard she lost the phone. Her tits bounced wildly on her chest. The goateed kid stood behind her head and dropped his shiny hard on her face. He handed her the phone.
Dale had been talking. "I'm sorry, honey, I dropped the phone," she interrupted, "what were you saying?" She could not help making animalistic sounds as she grabbed the kid's prick with her free hand and slid her fingers up and down its long stem.
The kid grabbed Dale's pillow and commanded her: "Put this on your tits. We need to include Dale in the fun." She did so.
Dale said: "Who was that?"
She said: "Actually some of those guys are here watching the kids while I work out. Isn't that nice of them?" Her slutty ass pushed back at the older guy to get a deeper fuck from him. His hands buried themselves in her ass crack and she felt a finger or two explore her itchy asshole.
Dale said: "I am very concerned about what I'm hearing." His way of saying these lame words struck her funny, and made her hotter. No effort from him to take charge. He was just kind of going with it, passively.
"Want to speak to one of them?" she asked. She held the phone up in the air toward the goateed kid and said: "Say hi!"
The goateed kid dug the extreme nastiness of what was going on and said: "Hi Dale!"
Dale said: "Who's this?" She began jacking his cock, hypnotized at the thought of his cock rocketing semen on Dale's pillow.
"I'm one of the guys next door. Hey, you got a nice wife and wonderful little girls. Really. They're......" he paused, moaning with delight as Lizzy anxiously worked his dick, her eyes glued to it. "....really special," the kid continued. He felt an incredible heat well up in his insides and the most acute spasm of sexual release hit him like a wave. She laughed, in thrall at the sight of several large, strong jets of creme shooting from ock onto her tits and her husband's pillow. Meanwhile the older guy's strokes had built up to an almost violent level and he pulled his cock out and jacked it over her chest. He came loudly, and much of his jizz flew out in various directions. But some landed on her, and she dutifully scooped the splats of man juice off her tits and onto the pillow.
Stunned, Dale held the phone and sat there, his heart pounding. He was stunned at what he was hearing and he was stunned at his own intense sexual response to what his wife seemed to be doing. He went to speaker phone. He heard a male voice say: "Motherfucker, where did you learn to fuck like that? Christ is she a hot slut!" Another voice said: "Let's do her again."
Dale's free hand went to his crotch. He got up and closed his door and sat in his chair, and did nothing. He unzipped his pants.
Lizzy, now seeing that her husband was incapable of outrage, said: "Honey, these guys are REALLY nice. Some of them are working out with me while others are watching the girls in the back yard. Is that OK?" While he was jacking off Dale was feeling a sexual desire that was incredible. He astounded himself by asking her: "Are these the guys who were looking at your breasts?" His left hand went to his nuts; he carressed them and threw his head back and closed his eyes. His dick was harder than he could ever remember.
Lizzy smiled. "Yeah, these guys just can't get enough of my big tits."
Dale was breathing crazily now. "Are they looking at them now?" he asked, "I won't stand for that." The tattoed guy was rubbing his cock back and forth on her nipples, a residue of jizz oozing out of his pisshole.
Lizzy laughed: "Oh, honey, they've been staring at my tits and making comments about them ever since they got here." She held up the phone and said to her lovers: "Haven't you?" They grunted in agreement. Lizzy said to Dale: "Oh, honey, they're looking at my tits right now, and I must say I feel like fucking them. Is that OK with you?" Dale came in buckets, then as soon as he did so, he hung up the phone. It took him five minutes to breath normally.
Disgusted with her and with himself, he met her for dinner and the ball game and said nothing about it; neither did she. They went came home and said nothing about it. They climbed into bed. Her pussy was sore. He threw himself dejectedly into bed and said: "What a day." He buried his face in his pillow and sniffed it, then said: "Liz, this pillow case needs laundering, right?"
She acted confused and said: "It's just out of the dryer. It's clean."
He looked at it and asked: "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Good night, honey."
"Hi," she said, with a normal, almost nonchalant tone. "Is this tonight?" she said, clearing her throat.
"Yeah," Dale said. "We could get a bite to eat at this Thai place near Camden Yards."
The three young men sat with their eyes riveted on Liz's rounded ass and long, smooth legs. They would settle for nothing less than all the sex they wanted from her. They wanted it now. They knew that any woman who would dress the way she did and flirt with them about it, then have that bizarre exchange with her husband in front of them, was one hell of a hungry housewife. If she wasn't, she would learn, and from them. Now.
They flinched as they saw Liz, her left hand holding the phone to her ear, carress her hair with her right hand, then slowly move her nervous fingers to her neck, where she scratched. She rested her hand on the knot of the top strap, her back still to the young studs in her ****** room. She paused, trying to collect herself as a heat wave rolled toward her, the sound of her husband's voice acting like gasoline on a fire. Her ears ringing, she undid the knot, then impatiently Lizzy undid the lower knot, and her tits were unbound. She let the bikini top fall silently to the floor.
The young men breathed in and marvelled at her big tits showing themselves from the sides so wonderfully and abundantly. They protruded outward from her body. She planted her fingers in her hair and slowly turned to face her lustful admirers. Dale said: "Are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here," she said, her voice shaking with a surge of carnal desire, "the girls needed something." She walked to within two inches of the blonde guy and stared, then closed her eyes for a second, then gazed down again at his now exposed turgid prick, proudly standing, facing the ceiling. The blonde guy moved forward and buried his face in her tits, and his strong hands squeezed them inward. She almost dropped the phone. It was happening, and she was feeling so fucking hot.
Dale went on: "Can you get a sitter? The game starts at 7:15 and we could grab a dinner at around 6, so you could meet me at Bangkok Palace then."
"Yeah I can call somebody," she said, thrilling with the sensation of a torrid mouth licking and sucking her breasts.
"It should be fun!" Dale said. He sensed that she was distracted by something, and then a call came through.
"Honey, I gotta call you back," Dale announced abruptly and hung up.
"Okay." She threw the phone on the carpet. Immediately she wrapped her fingers around the blonde's cock as he continued to feast on her tits.
The other two guys had pulled their clothing down to their ankles and were blatantly jacking their hard dicks. The student said: "Wrong number?" His voice was shaking with lust. Lizzy was gasping she was so aroused.
"Uh, that was my husband."
The student looked at the bald guy and winked. "Let's get him back, babe," he said, "You can tell him about all the cock you're about to swallow."
Liz was losing herself in the filthiness of this situation and looked over at the student. "Maybe I will."
The bald guy said: "Christ look at those boobs. How do you carry those fuckin things around?"
"Want some?" she said to him. Her hand jerked rapidly on the blonde's dick. She fell to her knees and, smiling up at the blonde, grabbed his balls in her eager hand and slowly lowered her mouth, tongue wagging, to the rock solid head of his large prick. She kissed it several times, then ran her tongue up and down the shaft and around the head, which she rubbed lovingly over her lips and cheeks. Clutching the shaft, with its conspicuous veins, she kissed his balls, then licked them. Her mouth seemed to be flooding with saliva, and she let it fall freely on his cock. She spit on the head again and jacked him off while she turned to the other two and stared, unsmiling. She reached her free hand around and pulled down the bottom of her swimsuit. Her mouth opened wide and she turned around and slowly took the hefty organ into her mouth. The young guys began to hear Lizzy's uncontrollable, muffled moans of excitement and pleasure.
"Looks like she's a decent cocksucker," the bald guy said. He called with a raised voice over to the blonde, as if he were upstairs: "Hey dude, can she suck cock?" She turned, keeping her mouth full, but gestured maternally with her hand to watch the loud voice. "Oh sorry," he said.
The blonde guy smiled. "She's got a nice slutty mouth to go with those 48 double E jugs, don't you cocksucker?" His eyelids grew heavy as he gazed lustfully at her head now bobbing up and down on his prick.
After a few minutes she stopped blowing him and grabbed her tits, let saliva fall from her mouth between them, then plopped the large, hypnotic flesh on either side of his crotch. She worked his cock between her breasts and directed a mock protest to the blonde guy: "I object to that! My tits aren't THAT big." She moved her tits up and down, easily keeping his cock buried in the cleavage. "But close," she smiled.
As the bald guy stood up and moved toward her ass in duck steps, his clothes at his ankles, the student smiled at the blonde guy and smirked: "So honey, you don't object to stuff like 'slutty mouth' and 'cocksucker', just '48 double E jugs, right......cocksucker?" The boys were getting more and more excited about talking to her with filthy language. The blonde guy smiled back and raised his thumb victoriously. Lizzy said nothing and resumed her passionate sucking of his dick. "Guess not," the student said. Then he looked at the bald guy, who was slapping his ha ck against her naked ass, "Hey, asshole, I wanted to fuck her."
The bald guy smiled over at him. "Relax, bro', we're ALL going to fuck her. I'll just fuck her a little."
"Yeah right," the student laughed.
Lizzy looked back, her hand groping for the bald guy's dick, "I don't think I'm wet enough." The bald kid lay on his back and scooted under her crotch, which he pushed himself up to by bracing himself on his bulky arms. His grizzly beard rubbed against her smooth inner thighs. His tongue found her clitoris and almost immediately she began to jerk convulsively. The bald guy quickly got back on his knees and jammed his rarin' to go prick inside her.
"Wet enough?" he gasped, promptly working up to power strokes, "She's a fuckin' lake of cunt juice. But nice and tight. Hey doesn't your husband ever fuck you?"
Back at his office, Lizzy's husband had to get off the phone. But he could not pay attention to the systems analyst complaining about the company's local are network. Dale was eager to have an evening out with his wife and had unsuccessfully tried to rush this second call. But he thought, hell, it is business. They are paying me. Finally they were done, and he called her on the cell phone.
The cell phone rang back in his ****** room. "Speak of the devil, I bet that's your husband" the student said, getting off the couch and kneeling at her side, attempting to position his crotch so that she could jack him off. He picked up the cell phone and shook it once in the air next to her face. "Shall I take a message?" he grinned, stroking himself. He pressed "send" and held the green Nokia to her face. Panting, Lizzy let the blonde guy's cock fall out of her mouth. Her left hand immediately latched onto it and jacked it fast and furiously. She was so grateful that the student had held the phone to her ear and that her husband had called her back. In fact her body demanded it. She just had to do this.
The bald guy delighted in seeing the phone at her mouth and fucked her harder and deeper. His loins smacked against her, making her buttocks ripple. "Hello?" she said into the phone, the part of her praying that it was not Dale all but dead, the part praying that it was - on fire.
"Sorry about that," she heard Dale say, "I had to take that call." The sound of his voice drove her crazy with lust.
"Hi honey," she managed to say, her breathing suddenly interrupted with whimpers of pleasure she had never known. She could barely talk.
Her reaction was obvious to the young cocksmen helping themselves to her body in her home and the student was careful to keep the phone placed at her ear and lips. "Fuck her harder!" he whispered to the bald guy, who was doing some whimpering of his own. She buried part of her face in the blonde's balls as the hard cock within her pumped faster, pleasuring her hungry body.
"Where are you?" Dale asked.
"How are you?" she finally said.
"You sound like you're out of breath," Dale inquired, puzzled at the way his wife was sounding.
"Uh, I'm on the treadmill," she managed to add.
"I thought maybe those young guys were chasing you around the yard, trying to get their hands on you" Dale laughed. "Just kidding," he said.
"Oh, well, they're here now, doing as they please to my body," she said. "Just kidding," she added.
With that Lizzy's body skyrocketed into an orgasm. This was unbelievable! It was so strong she began to laugh. Dale went on: "So are you coming to the game?" He was hearing sounds that came over the phone less like work-out noises than cries of discomfort. And then he heard her orgastic laughter. "Are you all right? Honey?" he said, hearing no response. The bald guy then grunted wildlly and shot his wad inside of her in four or five spasms, his hands firmly grabbing her tits and pulling them out to the side harshly as he climaxed.
"I'm fine," she said, gasping. "I guess I have been away from the treadmill for too long."
She was feeling so evil now, and she wanted to get more wicked. She wanted Dale to do more talking so she could take this experience as far as she could. "You know Dale, I missed you today. And I would love to come to that game," she said, and she dove into the blonde's dick and took as much of it as she could into her mouth and into her throat. She started choking, which made her lovers laugh.
"I hear laughter, what's so funny?" Dale asked.
"The TV," Lizzy said, rubbing the man flesh all over her face, "this prick on Rosie is such a he-man about his body he's funny, and I'm choking. He's such a dick." Dale was struck by her vulgar language; using words like this was not her style.
She rose up on her knees and pressed the phone between her tits. "Who wants to fuck me?" she looked up and smiled.
The blonde guy whispered "Me!"
The dark student said: "I'll fuck those tits."
"Hang on a second," Liz said to Dale, "that's the other line." She covered the mouth hole with her hand and said to the blonde: "The couch opens up. Hurry." They ignored her and the blonde guy grabbed her and threw her on the couch, her tits bouncing and jiggling.
Picking her up like a rag doll he threw her on the couch again and rolled her back and forth. "Look at those fuckin' things shake," he smiled, his cock rubbing against her thigh. The three youngsters watched fascinated as her huge boobs in delayed fashion tumbled over toward the direction her body was rolling to, then back the other way. The bald guy chuckled and knelt down at her side. He squeezed and sucked her tits.
Dale sat at his desk, waiting for his wife to return. This would be their first outing at the ball park, he thought. They could relax and have a few beers. The weather was perfect for it.
Then the dark student pulled her by the shoulders so that her head was hanging off one end of the couch. The couch was part of a larger set and had no arms. He positioned himself at the side of the couch and aimed his long prick into her face. He rubbed it greedily over her cheeks and eyes. Her one hand fastened on it and she extended her tongue to its head. One foot resting on the floor, the blonde guy parted her legs roughly and sunk his monster cock between her soaking lips and deep into her twat. He was impatient and began with deep, quick strokes. His dick stretched her out more. His strong hand fastened on her buttock, and slid into her ass crack, a finger entering her asshole. She yelped with pleasure. Wide-eyed, and craving what he was doing to her, Liz took her hand off the mouth hole of the phone. After a few second she spoke to Dale, her voice rippling with the thrusts of the blonde's cock deep inside her body.
"I'm back" she said. "So how was your day? I want to hear all about it!"
"You want to hear all about my day? This is a new one. It's boring," Dale asked. He smiled that his wife was showing an interest in his work, which was unusual.
She could not resist fucking these guys, with him on the phone. She felt like she was going to cum again. "Yeah," she panted to her husband, "walk me through it while I work up a sweat here. I'm going to raise the angle and speed on the treadmill honey. Just so you know about the huffing and puffing...I'm so glad you bought me this for Christmas...."
Dale, still a bit bewildered at the vigorous sounds of his wife's workout, began what was a five minute rundown over the phone, sharing with her his day. He took pains to explain technical projects he was managing. Meanwhile, the student was pulling on her tits, into her neck and at her face, while she eagerly guided his prick into her mouth. The head of his warm, pulsing cock rammed into her tongue and prodded its way into her throat. She struggled to breath through her nose, and thrilled at the sensation of his testicles mashing against her eyes and her nose. The blonde kid gazed in the direction of her face and saw only two fluffy masses of tit flesh, getting mauled by his buddy.
When Dale took pauses in his monologue by saying: "you know?" or "right?" she, at first, would grunt or manage an "oh really?" and then stuff the dickmeat back into her hungry throat. Her lovers were no longer concealing their own pleasure, yelling and panting freely, with profanity.
The student pulled on her nipples and jiggled her tits ferociously, and repeatedly raised and lowered his crotch onto and off of her face. His hairy balls slapped into her cheeks as he jacked himself, his breaths growing shorter and louder. Then she felt, but now could not see, a warm, stiff prick sandwiched between the very generous mass of her boobs. The student heartily pushed her soft tits together so that they concealed his tool. He could not believe how good it felt to bury his cock in these huge boobs.
The cell phone spilled onto the couch. She could barely hear the tinny sound of Dale's voice over the phone. The blonde pushed Lizzy's legs up, spread them wide, and drilled harder at her cunt. His left foot dug in to the carpeting and his right knee practically ripped the cushion it kept stabbing into. His prick tingled and vibrated with pleasure at the feeling of her tight pussy. She was thrusting her ass at him, completely lost in the pleasure of his fucking. He found her soaking clit, then grabbed her fingers and guided them to slowly begin to jack it. She instinctively began rubbing her clit with two fingers. She and her two studs were moaning now, uncontrollably. She thought of the phone, now tumbled onto the floor and went over the edge, coming again, her cries of intense pleasure muffled by the masculine ass smothering her mouth. The brunette's buttocks rode relentlessly on her neck as the tit fucking increased in pace.
Dale sat at his desk and was now more than puzzled. He was hearing panting and cries but he was now convinced that his wife was no longer on the treadmill. "Hello? Hello?" He put it on speaker phone, oblivious to his assistant staring into his office. Dale heard panting and thumping, or the sound of something smacking. A sense of shock swept over him. My God, he thought, is she having sex with someone? He sat there, frozen, listening and not wanting to jump to conclusions. Could this be happening? His boss appeared in his doorway and signalled that he needed him next door. He rose from his desk, alarmed, intimidated by the sounds coming from his home. He was too disturbed to turn off the speaker phone when he headed out of his office. But his boss changed his mind, and urgently needed to look at something on Dale's database and called in two programmers and Dale's secretary. Dale's boss asked him to grab a third manager across the floor. "We'll be pulling that file his boss said as Dale, now remembering the speaker phone, left with great reluctance to find the other employee.
Dale's boss, Dale's assistant and the two programmers entered his office and his boss sat in front of his PC. The speaker phone was on, and one of them, not yet discerning the nature of the sounds, playfully whispered: "Let's turn it up." He pressed the volume all the way to the maximum setting.
Meanwhile his wife had managed to find the phone and went to press "end", but the sensation from this evil fucking was too much and she left the phone on. Her hand returned to her clit as the blonde's king size dick slammed away, in and out of her cunt. He repeatedly pulled it all the way out and jammed it in again, balls deep. Through the sweat and the heat he looked at the brunette, just a foot away from him, and they smiled and then high-fived. "Fuckin A, what a slut!" the blonde yelled. The dark student's face contorted and his head drooped. He grabbed roughly at the large tits he was fucking and cried out in climax. He let loose several strings of semen. The cum flew out of his cock and some of it landed on the blonde. "Hey, fucker!" the latter exclaimed. But the sight of his friend shooting all over her sent him to a higher degree of stroking. He slammed into her even harder and faster, his dick about ready to explode. The student got off her and collapsed on the r. Liz was almost in another world from the steadily intense dicking. Her hand deleriously rubbed her clit and her other pawed her tits, rubbing jizz on them.
The employees in Dale's office sat in disbelief, hearing these sounds emanating from the speaker phone. The man who had turned it up looked at the display, saying the number out loud, then adding: "Uh, someone's having a REAL good time at that number!" Everyone laughed slightly. Dale's boss grinned and observed: "That's Dale's home phone."
Dale then returned to his office with the other manager. At his PC, Dale's boss began his search for the file. He looked up at Dale and said: "Hey, are you all right? You look a little pale." The carnal sounds were clearly audible, and Dale looked in a panic at the phone's speaker. He reached over to punch the speaker button to shut down the call when his boss moved the phone out of his reach. "This is one hell of a phone call you got going here, my man, and you know we don't approve of porno on company time" Dale's boss said, looking around at the others, all of whom were grinning. Dale cleared his throat and managed a grin: "Lizzy is really into working out these days."
Meanwhile, in the ****** room, the bald guy, now hard again and standing over her, exclaimed to the blonde guy: "Fuck that cunt, man. Fuck that horny slut." She screamed as once again sexual climax overwhelmed her. The blonde then yelled obscenities and let loose his man juices inside her. The bald guy jacked off over her, yanking another load out of his revived dick. He sped up his jerking and emptied his nuts on her face and tits. Lizzy had never felt so good. She lay there and rubbed semen over her body, a smile of contentment forming on her cum-stained face.
The sound of the sliding door was barely heard. The tatooed guy said: "Hey, what the fuck...Come out here and babysit, assholes. You've been in there for an hour." He walked in and stared at her. "Fuck me, look at those tits!" he said.
Lizzy sat up on the couch and said, "Give me a minute to wash up."
Dale was beyond shocked and humiliated to stand in his own office, blocked from reaching his phone by his boss and also by the guy who turned up the volume on the speaker phone in the first place. In desperation Dale yelled: "Uh Lizzy, you there? Can we talk later?"
"She's really working those muscles!" one of the other men in the office said, snickering.
After three tries Lizzy managed to get up from the couch. She picked up the phone and said: "Hello?"
Dale could not afford to let on that he suspected her of something adulterous and frantically shouted: "Lizzy? How was your work out, honey?"
Still out of breath she said: "Fantastic. I never knew I could feel so good." She stared at the older man and the goateed kid rubbing their crotches and smiling intently at the sight of cum on her face and tits.
"Oh I bet it felt good," Dale's boss muttered, making everyone laugh.
Dale ignored him and said: "So are we going to the game tonight?" He was trying to salvage this situation; there was no way these colleagues of his, and his boss, were going to get the impression his wife was having sex and that he was listening to it at work.
"Oh yeah, babe," she said, as the two guys opened their flies and pulled out their hard tools.
Dale said: "So that crazy movie you had on while you were working out helped pass the time?"
His wife did not go for it. She said: "No movie here. I turned the TV off after Oprah." Then: "Hey are you on the speaker phone there? Are you and I not alone?"
Dale's boss jumped in and yelled: "Hi Lizzy, it's Phil. I would say you are definitely not alone!" He sat back in Dale's chair with a shit eating grin on his face.
Lizzy said: "Hi Phil!" She thought: this was even nastier! She got on her knees, opened her mouth wide, and gestured to the tattooed guy a e young goateed kid to walk over to her, which they did.
Dale said to her: "We're having a meeting. Tell them about the new treadmill that is working you so hard."
His wife welcomed the hard cocks by feeling them mashing and slapping against her face. Her free hand explored their balls and the shafts of the eager flesh.
Phil laughed: "Yeah Lizzy, tell us about the, uh, treadmill. What's the treadmill's name and where did you meet him? Or should I say 'them'?"
As she took one cock in her mouth, then another, she heard Dale complain: "OK Phil, the joke is over."
She saw that Dale's boss and co-workers were suspecting her of something slutty and that Dale was trying to avoid it. As she began slow blowjobs Dale and the others bantered back and forth. Dale's voice was higher pitched and nervous. So she laughed and said in a very suggestive voice: "I like a treadmill that gives my ass a tumble and stretches me out. If I get jiggled and bounced I am happy. It's like making love." She heard cheers and laughter.
"Hey Dale," she heard a male voice say, "you better switch her to a different exercise program!"
She was getting so hot she needed to slow down. "Honey," she said, the feeling of the rigid manmeat getting her wet again, "let me call you back about where to meet you." She hung up. "Be right back," she said to the two lovers and limped upstairs to soak a wash cloth and sponge and use them to clean up her body. She tidied up her crotch and ass areas and, refreshed, switched into the white bikini from her drawer. As she adjusted it on her whore body she noticed, to her amazement, that she still had a craving for young cock. She was too much in the moment to stand back and think about it. She needed more sex.
She slipped on some white high heels to go with the bikini. She heard the cell phone ringing down in the ****** room. She applied a fresh coat of lipstick, brushed her hair, and turned to go downstairs when the tattoed guy and the kid with the goatee, a lit cigarette in his mouth, suddenly appeared in the doorway to the master bedroom.
"I was just coming downstairs to fuck you," she said, a trace of surprise in her voice.
The older, tattooed guy began to unzip his shorts. "Yeah," he said with a deep, rough voice, no trace of emotion in his face. "We thought we'd come up here and help ourselves to your slutty ass after watching your girls for half the afternoon."
The kid with the goatee smiled. "You owe us, big time." he said, rubbing his crotch.
They were so much more sinister and aggressive than the other three. The older guy walked up to her and his strong, sun baked hands grabbed her around the ass and pulled her toward him. "Get your husband on the phone," he said, pulling the cell phone out of his pocket.
She handled the Nokia but hesitated to get him on the phone and said to the older tattooed guy: "Let's go downstairs." He unzipped his jeans and began stroking his big fat cock. Her eyes lit up at the sight of it, and then the goateed youngster stood at her side, pulling his shorts and jockeys off and throwing his work shoes onto the floor. He was also rock hard, and his dick had a large head. The older guy sat on her conjugal bed and stared at her. Then he said: "Get those big tits out and bend over for us." he commanded.
"Shouldn't we go to the ****** room?" she asked, her tentative tone showing her getting hot at the idea of fucking these guys in the master bedroom. The two men said nothing.
The tattooed guy took off his clothes as she pulled off her bikini top. "Which pillow is your husbands?" he said in his hoarse voice.
She bent over in front of him, her very weighty and full tits hanging down for his pleasure. "The one on the left," she said. She closed her eyes, her breasts feeling so good as four hands squeezed and fondled them.
The goateed kid was standing behind her, his hard cock pressing against her ass. Lizzy reached around and held his neck for support. He said to his friend: "Check this shit out." The kid put his hands on her tits and pulled them as far to the side as he could, then let them fall toward each other with a smack.
"Tryin' to pull my knockers out by the sockets?" she said, smarting from the rough treatment.
"Holy shit, those are big tits," the older guy chuckled. The guys took turns playing with her boobs.
The older guy, tattoos adorning the impressive muscles of his arms and legs, fell back on the bed and pulled her tits with him, causing her to fall over him. He grabbed her and planted her so that her big fat boobs hung over his head. His demanding hands pulled her tits into his face, and his raspy beard scratched the smooth flesh of her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, amazed at the size of each globe as it hovered over him, then mashed into his head. The goateed guy knelt on the bed behind her and began fucking her. He licked her neck and back. The feeling of his dick inside her and the guys' mouths working her over was so pleasurable that she felt like she was starting all over, but quicker. The fucking from downstairs had revved up her pussy and she was running to another orgasm, she could feel it.
The older guy held the phone with his index finger poised to dial and said: "Let's call your husband, whore wife." He almost hissed it, fingering a nipple. She gave him the number and he dialed, looking at her with a smile. She smiled back and lowered a tit to his face as held the phone to her ear. As it rang the goateed guy reached over and slid Dale's pillow toward them. "Let's not leave him out of this slut fest," he said, watching lustfully as his buddy enthusiastically sucked her big tits. He chuckled as he fucked away: "We gotta show your man some respect."
Dale picked up the phone, shaken after his colleagues had departed his office and his boss had whispered, patting Dale's shoulder: "Any time Lizzy wants to use MY treadmill, have her call me."
He reached for the receiver and let out a sigh. "Hello?" he said.
"Hi honey!" his wife cried, with a sparkle in her voice.
Dale shuddered and said quietly "Liz, what the hell's going on over there?" The goateed kid reached around and rubbed her clit as he gave her a hard dicking.
"What do you mean?" Liz asked, panting and playfully shaking her knockers so that they smacked against the older guy's face. He moaned and murmured "oh fuck yeah", and she closed her eyes. Her hand locked around his stiff cock and she jacked him hard.
Something told Lizzy that Dale must be hearing what she was doing but was not exactly reacting like a normal man. How could she push this to find out?
Dale said: "I mean when we spoke before I heard what sounded like other people and what sounded like sex." His tone was more apprehensive and almost curiously so.
She made no effort to conceal her panting and grunting and said seductively: "Oh honey, I am just working this bod of mine, to make you fuck me more." Dale could not fathom her dirty style of speaking and found it stimulating.
"I guess I have to come straight out and ask you if you were doing something that we need to talk about," Dale said.
"You mean like other guys fucking me?" she said. "Yeah," he said. She decided to test him. "Like those guys working on the house next door? You mean have I been fucking them?"
She waited for him to say something. With the carnal noises coming from their bed, and her flip comments, it was now that he would say something assertive or take the timid route. The goateed kid threw her on her back so that she lay across the bed sideways, her head at the edge. The tattooed guy practically jumped on top of her and slid his hot boner right up her pussy. Immediately he began fucking her so hard she lost the phone. Her tits bounced wildly on her chest. The goateed kid stood behind her head and dropped his shiny hard on her face. He handed her the phone.
Dale had been talking. "I'm sorry, honey, I dropped the phone," she interrupted, "what were you saying?" She could not help making animalistic sounds as she grabbed the kid's prick with her free hand and slid her fingers up and down its long stem.
The kid grabbed Dale's pillow and commanded her: "Put this on your tits. We need to include Dale in the fun." She did so.
Dale said: "Who was that?"
She said: "Actually some of those guys are here watching the kids while I work out. Isn't that nice of them?" Her slutty ass pushed back at the older guy to get a deeper fuck from him. His hands buried themselves in her ass crack and she felt a finger or two explore her itchy asshole.
Dale said: "I am very concerned about what I'm hearing." His way of saying these lame words struck her funny, and made her hotter. No effort from him to take charge. He was just kind of going with it, passively.
"Want to speak to one of them?" she asked. She held the phone up in the air toward the goateed kid and said: "Say hi!"
The goateed kid dug the extreme nastiness of what was going on and said: "Hi Dale!"
Dale said: "Who's this?" She began jacking his cock, hypnotized at the thought of his cock rocketing semen on Dale's pillow.
"I'm one of the guys next door. Hey, you got a nice wife and wonderful little girls. Really. They're......" he paused, moaning with delight as Lizzy anxiously worked his dick, her eyes glued to it. "....really special," the kid continued. He felt an incredible heat well up in his insides and the most acute spasm of sexual release hit him like a wave. She laughed, in thrall at the sight of several large, strong jets of creme shooting from ock onto her tits and her husband's pillow. Meanwhile the older guy's strokes had built up to an almost violent level and he pulled his cock out and jacked it over her chest. He came loudly, and much of his jizz flew out in various directions. But some landed on her, and she dutifully scooped the splats of man juice off her tits and onto the pillow.
Stunned, Dale held the phone and sat there, his heart pounding. He was stunned at what he was hearing and he was stunned at his own intense sexual response to what his wife seemed to be doing. He went to speaker phone. He heard a male voice say: "Motherfucker, where did you learn to fuck like that? Christ is she a hot slut!" Another voice said: "Let's do her again."
Dale's free hand went to his crotch. He got up and closed his door and sat in his chair, and did nothing. He unzipped his pants.
Lizzy, now seeing that her husband was incapable of outrage, said: "Honey, these guys are REALLY nice. Some of them are working out with me while others are watching the girls in the back yard. Is that OK?" While he was jacking off Dale was feeling a sexual desire that was incredible. He astounded himself by asking her: "Are these the guys who were looking at your breasts?" His left hand went to his nuts; he carressed them and threw his head back and closed his eyes. His dick was harder than he could ever remember.
Lizzy smiled. "Yeah, these guys just can't get enough of my big tits."
Dale was breathing crazily now. "Are they looking at them now?" he asked, "I won't stand for that." The tattoed guy was rubbing his cock back and forth on her nipples, a residue of jizz oozing out of his pisshole.
Lizzy laughed: "Oh, honey, they've been staring at my tits and making comments about them ever since they got here." She held up the phone and said to her lovers: "Haven't you?" They grunted in agreement. Lizzy said to Dale: "Oh, honey, they're looking at my tits right now, and I must say I feel like fucking them. Is that OK with you?" Dale came in buckets, then as soon as he did so, he hung up the phone. It took him five minutes to breath normally.
Disgusted with her and with himself, he met her for dinner and the ball game and said nothing about it; neither did she. They went came home and said nothing about it. They climbed into bed. Her pussy was sore. He threw himself dejectedly into bed and said: "What a day." He buried his face in his pillow and sniffed it, then said: "Liz, this pillow case needs laundering, right?"
She acted confused and said: "It's just out of the dryer. It's clean."
He looked at it and asked: "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Good night, honey."
