His prick began to swell like a balloon inside her, expanding her slot around it, and her cunt made the adjustment, fitting snug to the contours of his prick so that there was slippery, fiery friction along every millimeter of his rod and knob. Her cunt muscles rippled, clutching his cock from root to head in a spasmodic series of contracting rings.
They began to fuck faster, increasing the pace together, until they were fairly flying. His belly slapped hers and his balls swung in like the clapper of a bell, spanking against her lean ass, tolling the chords of passion. She was panting heavily now. Her tits rose and fell, heaving, and he cupped them in his hands, squeezing the firm mounds and rubbing his thumbs across the vibrant nipples. His face went down to hers and their lips met, brushing lightly together at first and then parting as they began swapping tongues.
"Ohhh," she said. "Oooooh."
Jonathon was slamming into her savagely, and his dick acted like a piston as it pumped the cunt juice from her. Forced out by his fat cock, thick, creamy love juice flooded from her unfurled cunt lips and ran down into the crack of her ass and onto his balls as he whammed in to the hilt.
Already stimulated by the vibrator, Claire was rising rapidly to the peak.
And, excited by the girls he had interviewed, Jonathon was only a stroke or two behind her in their mutual climb towards the height of sensation.
She tightened her thighs around his flanks, signifying her impending climax. Her tongue flared in his mouth, then pulled back, dragging his with it, into her own mouth.
"I'm coming…" she whimpered, speaking the words onto his tongue so that he felt them as well as heard them.
He felt her cunt start to melt like a candle around his iron hard, incandescent wick.
Jonathon rammed his cock into her furiously, trying desperately to catch up, to come simultaneously. His cock surged and flared as it sped up her hole, hissing in the hot lubrication, and his balls were swelling like balloons with their burden.
Long waves of passion coursed across the randy woman's belly and broke like a stormy sea on the shores of her satiation. She was coming in sequence, reaching a peak, ebbing for a split second, then coming to a new, higher peak. The frequency was growing shorter and the waves higher with each moment, until the highpoints merged together and she was vibrating wildly in a long, sustained orgasm.
Suddenly, Jonathon felt his cock ignite.
He cried out and his balls exploded, sending the hot cum rushing up his shaft in a great flood that burst out like molten lava deep within her loins.
He poured the pecker to her with wild abandon, shooting a second hot jet into her cunt and yet a third, hosing her burning hole with a flood of thick, foamy cum.
As she felt her pussy fill with hot spunk, Claire went absolutely wild! She had been coming steadily; now she surged to a new peak, inspired by the catalyst of his cum as she felt it splash heavily into her cunt. She clawed at his neck and shoulders; she bit his tongue; her heels slammed against his ass. Her whole long, lithe body was jerking as if charged with electricity.
"Come! Come! Come!" she cried. "Fill me with that hot, thick cum… fill my cunt with cream!"
And that is just what Jonathon was doing as he poured load after load of steaming cum into her burning cunt.
They clung together, panting and whimpering.
Jonathon was drained, his balls collapsed and his pecker emptied; he held himself rigid while his randy wife worked her cunt on his pecker, grinding out the final spasms of her seething climax against him.
"That was lovely," she said, with a contented smile.
Jonathon collapsed upon her, gasping for breath.
"Now, tell me about the new maid," said the oversexed wife.
Jonathon lay on his back.
His cock had softened somewhat, but not all the way, for he was a man of considerable potency. It had bent from a bat into a loop, curling up from his belly and twitching, as if ready to go either way -to harden again or soften completely-depending on the circumstances.
Claire lay on her side, snuggling up to him. She trailed her fingertips down his flat stomach and folded her hand softly around his semi hard prick. She began to stroke him lazily.
His cock twitched, hardening through a series of short, sharp jolts. The knob expanded and the rod fattened. But there was no immediacy now. Their mutual orgasms had taken the heat off and now they could savor the slow, leisurely build up that would lead to another fuck.
"Is she pretty?" Claire asked.
"Ummmmmm.."
She felt his cock swell in her hand as he thought of this pretty young maid; it thrilled her. Jealousy had no part in their marriage but one-it inspired lust.
He said, "She's eighteen, blonde, nice, plump tits and a sweet face. An innocent sort, possibly even a virgin."
"Oh, my!"
Claire's amber eyes widened "I thought you might like a virgin," he said. "Oh, yes! How thoughtful of you, darling." "And her name is Dolly McGuire."
"Dolly! My God! How very droll!"
She pushed pulled on his prick. It was fully erect now, standing rampant from his belly and through her fist. She skimmed it lightly, brushing along the shaft and fingering the flaring slab of purple meat at the tip.
"She'll look adorable in the little French maid costume," Jonathon said.
He reached across his broad chest and began to finger his wife's taut nipples. They shot out, stiffening further. He leaned down and took them in his mouth, alternating between the tingling nuggets as he sucked them.
She cupped his balls, as if weighing them in her hand to see if they were full enough to need emptying again.
"I can't wait to see her," she sighed.
"She'll be here tomorrow morning."
"Have you explained her duties?"
"Not all of them. I thought you might like to do that, yourself-the interesting ones."
He laughed suddenly, and said, "She's really not experienced as a proper maid, you see; she's more of a cleaning woman trying to rise up in the world of service. Lower glass, of course. She said-she actually said- "I don't do windows."
They both laughed at the charlady like phrase.
Claire said, "So, she doesn't do windows? I certainly hope she does cunts!"
Jonathon chuckled.
Claire didn't care if the windows were grimy, but she liked her pussy to be well polished.
Jonathon's cock was about ready to slip up her cunt again, and he rolled onto his side, facing her. His cock pressed into her lean belly; indenting the firm flesh; the head snuggled into her deep belly button. She wriggled against it luxuriously.
He said, "Amanda was drinking Scotch in the kitchen."
"Yes, she has good taste in whisky, thank God." "Well, yes. She… er… she told me that you were vibrating your cunt, dear."
"Yes. I told her I intended to."
"So I gathered… don't you think…"
"Why, you old prude!" Claire said, laughing.
He grinned sheepishly.
Claire said, "I had my first fuck when I was fourteen, I think, and sucked my first dick the same memorable night-although the dick I sucked was not the same dick that fucked me, as I think about it. Anyway, I'm sure Amanda is getting plenty of cock and has been for same time..although some of the young men she fancies would not appeal to me… and would make me shudder, to tell you the truth. But that's just a phrase, dear. She's spoiled, of course; she's had everything she ever wanted. This is just a reaction to being a spoiled little rich girl."
"I expect so."
"And she's jaded, too."
"My God… jaded already!"
"I'm afraid so. I wouldn't be surprised if she was getting tired of cock. I think she may be dabbling in cunts at the moment… another phase, of course."