Robert Vickers

Spouse swapping twins

CHAPTER ONE

She moved closer and let her legs twine around the man's upper thigh. In this position, she could rub her snatch on his leg and get the divine friction in her pussy that she longed for.

The woman felt her cunt begin to water and drool at the nearness of the prick. While having the hairy leg rub all over her cunt lips was nice, the idea of that prick ramming deep and hard all the way up into her belly was even nicer.

"Fuck me, Stan. I'm horny!"

"You're always horny," he said. "Don't you do anything at all during the day? I mean, God, you, are always wanting it!"

"Sure, dear, I do all sorts of things during the day. I usually masturbate from twelve till one!"

"Don't joke like that. It's not funny."

"So who's joking?" she shot back.

The young woman tossed the blonde hair from her eyes and moved closer to her husband. Candy thought he could be such a drag at times. She loved him, but she wished he would show a little more life when it came to fucking. All he ever wanted to do in bed was sleep.

That wouldn't have been bad, she admitted to herself, if he wanted to fuck out of bed. But he didn't. He seemed to think there was something evil about balling in the living room or fucking while taking a shower together. Stan wasn't the most imaginative man in the world.

Candy wished he was. Her pussy wished he was. She ran her hands over his hairy chest, tangling her fingers in the thick curls she found there before moving lower. His belly was so nice and hard and flat. It turned her on, thinking what he felt like as he pressed her down into the bed, those muscles literally rippling with power as he fucked her. But he wouldn't do such a thing unless she really convinced him she was desperate for his prick.