This one got a little crazy for me but I liked it more than I thought I would. I got a text from a previous hookup asking if I wanted to come over. Of course I went over for a chance at some fat dick. I get there and his wife is there.

She’s a fine looking woman, a bit older than me and she is just teeming with emotion. She’s practically vibrating. I didn’t know if she was high on something or what. Anyway, he says he wants to fuck me in front of his bitch wife.

She moans, out loud at that. I was like shit he hasn’t even touched me yet!

Mind you I’ve barely gotten over the threshold of their house. I’m standing by their front door looking into the kitchen and then he takes my hand, leads me to the counter and cages me in against it. Now I’m starting to get hot, especially as he kisses me, dragging his lips up and down my throat and pressing his fingers to my pussy underneath my skirt. My panties are too thin to be much of a barrier so I grind down on his hand, moaning into his mouth as he gets me warmed up in record time.

And his wife is there, watching the whole thing, clutching the kitchen island.

He grabbed my top and yanked it off and unhooked my bra. My tits popped out and he grabbed them, taking turns kissing each nipple.

“See these?” he said to his wife as he fondled my tits. “These are real tits.”

He sucked one nipple into his mouth and let his mouth make loud wet sucking noises before finally releasing it with a pop.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said to me before grabbing me and shoving me against the kitchen island. He spread my legs and hiked up my skirt, exposing my ass and tiny thong. He ripped my thong down and pressed two fingers inside of me, feeling my wet walls eager for his cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re tight,” he said, the want palpable in his voice. He pulled his fingers out and sucked my juices from his hand before unbuckling his pants and pulling out his cock.

“Tighter than her?” I asked, looking right into her eyes as I did.

“Way tighter,” he said, his cock teasing me and rubbing against my pussy lips.

“Does she satisfy you?” I asked.

“No, but you will.”

He jammed his cock into my pussy, fully sheathing himself in one thrust. I cried out, arching my back and gasping for air as pleasure roared through my blood. He held my hips as he began to pound into me, sending wave after wave of delicious ecstasy.

“Your cunt is perfect,” he moaned as he fucked me, my tits smacking against their counter. “God, you’re dripping wet for my cock.”

“I know how to handle a fat dick,” I said, smiling at his wife. “I know how to please you, baby.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, pumping into my harder. I couldn’t keep looking at his wife, not while my back was getting blown out. I pressed my cheek against the cold countertop and cried out his name as I came on his cock, my whole body trembling around him .

He kept pumping into me sending tiny shocks through my nerves until he finished. He came inside my pussy, pumping me full of his load.

He pulled out and pulled my skirt back down over my ass, and my pussy dripping with his cum.

His wife didn’t say a damn word as she walked around the kitchen island and kneeled behind me. Her tongue was warm and wet as she pressed it inside of me, licking up all of her husband’s cum from my soaking wet pussy. I moaned as her tongue licked me clean and when she was finished my knees were shaking so bad I could barely stand.

She stood there, her mouth covered in our juices.

“See, she’s good for something,” her husband said. “Her pussy isn’t worth fucking, but she can clean your cunt for you.”

She wiped her mouth and grinned. I have to admit, the thought of her tongue deep in my pussy again made me wet and ready to go all over again.