Jack adjusted the position of his knees behind her and reached around to grip her tits. As often as he'd felt them, he never tired of his wife's fantastic tits full and firm and finely coned with rock hard little nipples that blazed like heating coals.
"Hhhaaa!" Wilma gasped with a startled breath. Milking fingers caressed her tits, teasing her taut nipples until they burned. With each tit stroke came the prod of his cock sinking deeper.
"Oooh, your shithole is so tight!" Jack said, grinding his teeth in response to the clinging grip of her ass.
"I-I know!" Wilma answered with a grunt.
She trembled like a virgin bride. Her tongue flicked in a circle around her lips, tasting again the salty-sweet flavor of cum… relaxing her taut lips into a grin when the pain she expected never came. Jack had his cock in deep now, she could feel rough hair chafing the cheeks of her ass each time he drove his prick in.
"Uuungh! Tight!" he groaned.
Wilma gripped him tighter still, not in fear but in raging joy. She could feel, almost count the bulging blue veins on the shaft of his long dick.
"I-I like it!" she said in a voice choked with surprise.
Her tightly bound hands thrashed and clawed at the hairs fringing his dick root. A thumb and one finger ringed and clamped at the base of his shaft, mauling his cock with the same pulsing rhythm that came from his milking hands on her tits.
"Hhhhaaaa!" Jack yelped in surprise. Wanda had never done that before… try to hold his cock and jack him off while he fucked in and out of her ass. Double waves of tight, demanding pressure sent jolts of grinding joy to his aching nuts. "Uuungh!"
"Oh,fuck my ass!" Wilma begged. She could not believe her own pleading wail. Her head tossed in a strongly negative gesture and she cried through clenched teeth: "No! No!"
"Make up your fucking mind!" Jack said with a snort. He jabbed hard and deep with one thrust, slow and silky smooth with the next.
His strangely timed thrusts increased the flickering torment in Wilma's mind. One moment she wanted more, the next her body heaved and wanted none at all.
"Ooooh stop!" she begged. "Don't! Hhhhaaa don't stop! Drive it in. Oh, ream my little shitter. Ram it fucking full!"
Jack's hairy loins drummed on her creamy smooth cheeks, rubbing them raw with matted hair, stinging the welts left by the belt that bound her wrists so tightly. Faster and faster he jammed in his aching cock, crushing the hand she had circled around its root.
"Uuunngh. Uuunngh!" No gentleness now, the blazing fire of lust in his nuts spurred him to fuck her ass, as hard and fast as his blurring hips could move.
"Yyyyeeee-ooqow!" Wilma moaned in a fluttering daze. His reaming big cock felt like it might rip her asshole in two. The burning sensation driven so deep must have hurt, but in her tangled mind it felt so good. In a mind half stunned and shuddering from the savage awakening of her long-suppressed desires, Wilma began to wonder what might have happened if she had gone to see Fred James herself, instead of sending her sexy twin in her place.
"Good evening," Fred said as he opened the heavy, hand carved wooden door. Then he gasped the usually strong line of his jaw hanging slack in surprise. "Wilma?" he asked. A questioning look cut deep creases in his brow. "Wilma, is that you?"
"It's me," Wanda lied, a warm grin curved invitingly on her full, red lips.
"I don't believe it!" Fred's eyes drifted up and down caught and held by the creamy soft canyon between her proud tits. The plunging neckline of her slinky red gown showed Wanda's tits at their best.
"At the office you look so… so…"
"Dull?" Wanda suggested.
"Er, yes. Dull. But now…" Fred's leering eyes slid down to the flare of her smoothly rounded hips and the restless dome of her pussy mound. It rose and fell temptingly in rhythm with her breathing.
"They say you can't judge a book by its cover," Wanda said.
"True!" Fred agreed. "Quite true!"
Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that so much sexy woman flesh lurked beneath Wilma's usually dumpy clothes.
"Come in."
Wanda's eyes swept the entry hall and a large room beyond, a library, with shelves packed with expensive looking leather bound books. No paper backs, no book club bargains everything richly bound in dark shades and imprinted with gleaming gold. Then her eyes flicked back to her smiling host.
"You don't look the same either," Wanda said. In the pictures Wilma showed her, Fred James wore custom tailored suits the perfect model for the well-dressed executive look. Now his lean, hard looking frame was clothed in leather – a snug fitting black suit, supple and smooth.
"Er, you're right," he said, unconsciously fingering the lapels of his jacket. "Black leather is a bit, much for the executive suite."
"I think it looks very nice." Wanda stepped forward and ran her hands down his chest in an open gesture of admiration.
"Thank you," he said with a curious note of discomfort. Fred had noticed something different in her eyes as well. Wilma usually had the dull, sexless look of a nun. Now her eyes flashed brightly with expectation.
"Where is everybody else?" Wanda asked. The only sound she could hear was their measured, slightly tense breaths.
"Er, you're the first one here," he said. His hungry grin curved wider and desire flashed in his dark, probing eyes. He didn't tell her that she would also be the only one with him that night.
Fred felt a small tremor of disappointment when he first saw Wilma standing outside the front door.
He had been expecting the dull, sexless creature who haunted the office steno pool, the dumpy, lifeless cunt who reminded him so much of the wife he had grown to hate.
Fred looked forward to training Wilma as he had Vicky long ago… turning her on wildly with the savage violence of lusty frustration.
Now that he had adjusted fully to the sight of her inviting beauty, he looked forward to the long evening. It was plain shit-ass stupid to want to relive the past to punish and subdue some lackluster cunt while pretending she was his bitchy, demanding wife. He smiled, thinking how much better it would be to enjoy Wilma as he saw her now willing and sexy and restless with desire. No matter how eager her itching twat might be, Wilma would never imagine what he had planned for her.
"You're very beautiful," he said in a voice as tense and hard as his swelling cock.
"Thank you," Wanda said. "I do like to dress up for a few very special occasions."
Wanda stepped close to him and snaked her sinewy arms around Fred's neck, swaying her shoulders and rocking her hips to flatten her full breasts against him and tease her damp cunt slit against the cool, sleek feel of his elegant black leather outfit.
"Very sexy too," Fred said on a sharply in drawn breath.
Her slinky red gown gleamed as brightly as dripping virgin cunt blood, and the lush warmth of her tempting curves stirred anxiously in the powerful grip of his circling arms.
Fred's cock throbbed with restless urgency. Wanda could feel his prick straining and swelling between them, hammering with pulses like distant thunder.
"Hhhmmm," she purred, pressing her, hips to his groin and twitching them to tease the monster even more.
For one brief moment Wanda thought of her husband Jack and the line of shit he tried to lay on her about working late so he could stab his horny cock into his cute new clerk and her tight young cunt. Well, she thought with a devilish grin that's a game that two can play then a surge of raging desire swept all thoughts of her husband and her marriage vows to some dim corner of her mind. She wanted cock and she knew she was going to get it!
"This way," Fred James said, swiveling out of her grasp, adjusting the pounding length of his huge cock inside his tight fitting leathers.