Fred stood naked at the edge of the couch, his eyes wide with raw desire, utterly mesmerized by the intimate scene that unfolded before him. He stroked himself slowly, his cock rock-hard, veins pulsing along its thick length as pre-cum leaked from the tip, trailing down in warm, sticky beads.
“You liked watching me make your wife moan, you dirty boy?” Margie asked, her voice commanding yet soft and comforting, laced with her own lust.
She turned toward him with a graceful sway of her hips, her hand boldly cupping his heavy balls as she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing erection. “Sugar, now I’m going to teach you how to make her cum with this huge cock.”
Margie caught the way Fred’s eyes lingered on her body—she was still in a bra and panties—and she smirked wickedly. “Oh sugar, you like my tits? Let me give you a better look,” she teased, her voice dripping with playful mischief.
Fred nodded, his gaze hungry and fixated on her. Margie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders. Her full breasts spilled free, her nipples already stiff, her large tits swaying with each subtle shift of her body.
Margie hooked her thumbs into her panties next, easing them down slowly over her hips and thighs, exposing her smooth, bare pussy—her plump lips swollen and slick with arousal. As the fabric peeled away, a thick string of wetness clung between her folds and the crotch, finally snapping to leave a shiny trail down her inner thigh.
She dropped to her knees, inching closer until his cock hovered dangerously near her mouth. It throbbed in her grip as she stroked him faster, each pull deepening the raw hunger burning through his core.
From the couch, Darla watched intently as the scene unfolded in front of her, a wave of heat stirring deep inside her and unleashing a bold, uninhibited side she’d long kept locked away. Her hand drifted between her legs, her fingers circled her swollen clit slowly as she took it all in. “Margie, suck him,” she breathed, her voice husky with lust. “I want to see you devour my husband’s fat cock.”
Margie was surprised at Darla’s newfound openness, dove in eagerly, taking Fred’s cock into her mouth inch by inch—her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling over the head to lap up his pre-cum. She hummed, the vibrations drawing a sharp gasp from Fred’s lips.
Darla’s fingers quickened, dipping into her slick entrance as she stared hungrily. “Fuck, that’s hot. Show me how you deepthroat him.”
“Mmm, love his thick cock,” Margie murmured around him. “I’m getting him ready for you, sugar.” Her nails grazed the soft spot under his balls as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, making him groan. She relaxed her throat and swallowed him down to the base before pulling off with a wet pop, spit stringing from her lips to his tip.
Fred glanced at Darla, legs sprawled out on the cushions, her pussy lips parted wide, juices trickling as her fingers plunged in and out, her gaze locked on them.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Fred rasped, his voice gravelly and rough. His cock twitched in Margie’s mouth as she delivered one last deep suck—tongue pressing flat against the underside, circling—before releasing him with a gasp.
Margie let out a throaty laugh that sent a shiver through his body, her breath warm against his skin as she eased him free. “Now you’re ready to fuck your wife, sugar. Start slow—let her feel every inch.”
Fred knelt between Darla’s thighs, his cock gently nudging at her entrance, easing her folds open just enough to draw a deep, throaty moan from her lips. “Oh God, yes—fuck me, babe,” she whimpered, her voice desperate.
But Fred held off on thrusting deep; instead, he rubbed the head up and down her slick folds, coating himself with her juices and brushing her clit until she squirmed beneath him, her hips bucking toward him in silent plea.
Finally, he sank in slowly, her tight warmth yielding around the big head inch by inch around him. The slick, filthy sounds of her pussy stretching filled the air as he slid in deeper.
Fred buried himself halfway inside Darla, pausing to grind in shallow circles, savoring the way her tight walls clenched around him. Then, with agonizing slowness, he pushed the rest of the way in, until he was fully seated deep within her, his balls pressing snugly against her slick skin.
“Ohhh, fuck yes,” Darla gasped, her back arching sharply, her small tits jiggling with the sudden movement. Her nails dug into his shoulders, heels locking tight around his waist as her legs quivered from the overwhelming intensity.
“Fred… fuck, you feel amazing,” she panted, her hips wriggling desperately, begging for more friction.
From her spot against the armrest, Margie grinned wickedly, her own pussy throbbing with need as her fingers dipped lower to circle her swollen clit. Her other hand tweaked a nipple sharply, eliciting a gasp from her lips, while the room grew thick with the musky scent of sweat and arousal.
Fred groaned as he pulled back slowly, his cock glistening with her creamy wetness every time he withdrew, only to sink back into her pulsing heat. He kept his thrusts deliberate, hips circling to capture every clench and flutter of her inner walls. Desperate not to cum too soon, he fought the building urge, slowing his pace with gritted determination.
Margie leaned in close, sensing he was teetering on the edge. Her breath was hot against his ear as her hand squeezed the base of his cock. “Hold it, Fred—not yet,” she commanded, her voice sultry and unyielding. “No cumming in that tight, greedy pussy until I say so. Slow down when it peaks—breathe deep, make her explode first.”
“Fuck, it feels so good… I love fucking you, babe,” he moaned, teeth clenched, sweat dripping down his face and chest, his body taut with restraint.
Darla gasped sharply, her head thrown back against the cushions, tits bouncing with each thrust. She clawed at her nipples as he filled her throbbing pussy, the slow pace igniting every nerve like wildfire.
“Yes, Fred… fuck, right there—it feels so good!” Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, her pussy spasming as the heat built to a feverish breaking point.
“Rub your clit while he fucks you,” Margie instructed, her tone dripping with command. “Build that orgasm slow… drag it out, edge yourself until it hurts.”
“Fuck yes, yes, that feels so good,” Darla panted, her eyes locking onto Fred’s as her fingers mashed against her swollen clit, easing off just at the brink to prolong the exquisite torture.
The denial made Fred’s cock throb in agony, veins bulging against her slick heat, his breath coming in ragged bursts. “Fuck, Margie… I can’t hold it much longer,” he snarled through gritted teeth.
“A little longer, sugar,” Margie cooed, her lips brushing his earlobe as her own body trembled on the edge. “Grip the base hard—choke that orgasm back. Let it build until you’re ready to explode.”
Spreading her legs wider beside them, Margie exposed her glistening pussy. She reached for Darla’s hand, guiding it to her wet core with deliberate intent.
“Darla, finger me while Fred fucks you,” she commanded breathlessly. “Make me feel what you’re feeling.”
Darla’s hand trembled as she reached over, her fingers parting Margie’s thick, wet folds. The heat was intoxicating, silky and pulsing beneath her touch. She circled the swollen clit with her thumb, then plunged two fingers deep into the dripping heat, matching Fred’s teasing thrusts stroke for stroke.
“Is this okay, Margie? You’re so wet,” Darla moaned, her hips bucking harder as Fred drove deep and slow, filling her pussy with a deliberate, agonizing rhythm.
Margie’s head fell back against the armrest, a guttural moan ripping from her throat as Darla’s fingers stretched her wider. “Fuck yes—you’re perfect,” she gasped. “Finger me harder. Add another one and twist.” Her hips bucked wildly against Darla’s hand, grinding for more friction, while her own fingers roughly kneaded her nipples, pushing her climax closer with every twist.
Margie bit her lip, her fingers rubbing her clit in tandem with Darla’s plunging digits. “Deeper, Fred—fuck her harder. She’s close.”
Fred’s thick cock is pounding harder now, stretching Darla to her limits with each unyielding thrust. Her fingers buried deep in Margie’s cunt, every nerve ignited, she teetered on the edge, until she shattered. “Oh fuck, Fred—I’m cumming! Yes, FUCK YES!” she howled, her voice echoing off the walls.
Her pussy clamped down like a vice, rhythmic spasms gripping Fred’s length as her body convulsed in uncontrollable waves. The slow build exploded like a bomb, leaving her shaking and breathless.
Fred bit his lip, pulling back to the tip before slamming deep again, drawing out her aftershocks with obscene, wet slaps. His own release loomed dangerously close. “Yes, babe, cum on my cock,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with strain as he fought the surge in his balls.
Margie watched with hungry eyes, her climax building from Darla’s relentless fingering—now three digits slamming deep and fast, curling and scissoring to stretch her wide, hitting every sensitive spot. She reached down and rubbed her clit frantically, chasing the peak as Darla finger-fucked her without mercy.
Margie’s moans escalated into frantic pleas, her body arching off the couch as the orgasm tore through her. “God, yes! I’m cumming, Darla—fuck, don’t stop!” Her voice shattered the air, her pussy gushing with slick release that drenched Darla’s hand and wrist. Her inner walls throbbed wildly in ecstasy, the long buildup making the climax feel eternal.
The raw chorus of their moans and screams pushed Fred right to the brink. He tossed Darla’s legs over his shoulders, lifting her hips high, and drove into her with forceful, echoing slams. At that angle, her pussy gripped him even tighter, her juices dripping down and coating his cock with every withdrawal.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. “God, I love fucking you,” he growled, gripping her hips tighter as he pounded her with brutal, desperate thrusts.
“Fuck, yes—harder, harder!” Darla yelled, her voice raw and urgent, nails raking down his arms as she arched up to meet him thrust for thrust.
“That’s it, fuck your wife like she’s been desperate for. Harder, sugar,” Margie urged, her words fueling the frenzy.
Darla’s fingers darted to her clit, rubbing furiously until her second orgasm hit her. Her entire body tensed—then she shattered again. “Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, again FUCK!” she screamed, her legs locking around him as she rode the waves.
Darla’s throbbing orgasm around his cock finally broke Fred. With a deep, guttural grunt, he slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his balls tightened.
“Fuck, I’m cumming—fuck!” he grunted.
His body tensed, and he shot load after load, flooding her pussy, his cum spilling out and dripping down her ass as he pumped into her sopping pussy. He ground against her slowly through the aftershocks, savouring how she squeezed every last drop from him.
Their sweaty bodies collapsed together, the room falling into a soft, comfortable quiet broken only by their heavy breaths. Darla’s fingers trailed lazy paths across his back, while Fred buried his face in her neck, licking at the salty sheen on her skin. They lay tangled and spent, floating in that warm, hazy afterglow where everything felt perfect.
Darla whispered, her voice still thick with pleasure, eyes half-closed as she nestled closer against Fred. “Mmm… that was amazing, babe.”
That’s when Margie leaned over, capturing Darla’s lips in a deep, unhurried kiss—their tongues swirling together, sharing the lingering tastes of their passion and drawing a soft moan from Darla’s throat. Without missing a beat, Margie turned to Fred, pulling him into the same slow, heated exchange. Her hand gently cradled his jaw as she tugged lightly on his bottom lip, leaving him breathless.
She eased back with a playful smirk, her breasts swaying gently as she stood up from the couch, leaving the couple all wrapped up in each other—Darla’s legs hooked loosely over Fred’s hips, their skin glistening with sweat, his softening cock nestled against her warm, leaking pussy.
“Nice job, you two—that was fuckin’ hot,” Margie purred, her tone all raspy and satisfied as she picked up her scattered clothes from the floor. She slipped into her panties first, the thin fabric hugging her damp, swollen folds. Then she fastened her bra, letting her full breasts settle in, her nipples grazing the lacy edges. Finally, she pulled her dress over her flushed body, smoothing it down with a casual tug.
With her hips swaying in that signature Margie way, she headed for the door. She paused and glanced back over her shoulder. “Alright, that’s it for today—you’ve got some homework. Practice all weekend and keep it nice and dirty, sugar.”
“Oh, we will,” Darla replied with a sly grin, her chest still rising and falling a little fast. “You can bet on it.”
