1. The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 3


    Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: varunpal89, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    moved into the house not long before and lived alone--a divorcee, Jonathon figured, because she was much too desirable to be a spinster, and he had noticed that she was an attractive woman, but only with passing and casual interest. That was because he had not seen her without any clothing on before, and had not realized how truly gorgeous she was. As he did now. What was her name? Helen something. Helen Ramsey, that was it. She was something to drool over, no doubt of it. Her hair was the color of flame, long and silken, her green eyes were tilted and her mouth was full and sensual and provocative. But it was her body that held his fascinated interest at the moment. Her waist was so narrow he could have spanned it in his hands, but her hips flared out, wide and firm, and her ass was shaped like a valentine as it swept out from her slender torso, then cut back to her shapely thighs. Her legs were exquisitely molded and her tits were large and capped by big nipples, but, despite their weight, they remained firm as she exercised, not drooping or jiggling at all. At the junction of her thighs, her cunt jungle flamed like a forest fire. She was touching her toes. Her back was to him as she bent down, easily and lithely, and Jonathon could see her cunt quite clearly. Her pussy crack ran like a sluggish river through that flaming jungle, open and wet. Then she lay down and began to do some sit-ups. Her big tits seemed to be dragging her slender torso up, her stomach muscles ...
    rippled as she brought her elbows down to her knees. She was obviously very fit, he saw, the sort of woman who could tear a man apart between the sheets. She lay back and hiked her ass up and scissored her legs in a bicycling motion, limber and sinuous, again displaying her crotch. He wondered if she kept herself so fit for any particular reason--for fucking with stamina, for instance? Then she got up and wrapped a towel around her neck and, to his regret, disappeared back into her house. Jonathon realized that his fist was wrapped around the hilt of his cock, frigging up and down. He grinned sheepishly. Unlike his wife, Jonathon did not masturbate very often. That was because, also unlike Caroline, he had other things to do with his desire. But the sight of that redhead had been so thrilling that Jonathon had started to pull his cock automatically. Now he dragged his hand off the long, stiff prick. His cock stood out, the knob starting to smoke. He eyed his prick thoughtfully. He was wondering if he could bear his cock in that condition long enough to get to the office, where he could fuck Brenda straight-off. But it didn't seem likely. His need was urgent now, pounding and drumming and throbbing. If he tried to sneak to work in that condition, someone would be sure to notice the bulge in his fly--or he might just come in his pants, which would be embarrassingly juvenile and a waste of spunk to boot. He almost reached for his cock again, then paused. This was a good opportunity to ...