A Wife For A Wife: Part One

Xander rings Derrick from lockup, straight into the doghouse. Reena wants to throttle him, yet they head out anyway. When the door closes behind him, she turns the screws about Derrick’s last fling while Xander pouts over the straightjacket waiting at the altar. Hot-wifeing sounds less stupid once she uses the word like a weapon. So she grabs his wrist, marches him past her clueless husband and into the bedroom, leaving Derrick with a bottle and a view of the hallway. His tongue fires off excuses; her kiss shuts them down. Her tits shove warm weight against his chest, and the next thing he knows her bald, glistening cunt hovers over his mouth. He licks. She twists, 69s him in one fluid move, swallows his dick to the root, gag-slick and greedy. He hammers up until saliva threads down his shaft and she’s riding him on his face. Reena settles on her haunches and sinks onto him. Heat fists his cock. He drives in hard, each thrust cracking the headboard. She turns, climbs on all fours. He slams the fat curve of her ass back against his hips until the slap fills the room. She flips to her side, one leg high, slick mouth gasping while he drills her. Positions blur: face down, knees yanked apart, cowgirl with her nails digging his chest. Then a full nelson—he pins her thighs wide and jacks straight up into that soaked clasp until she howls and flutters around him. Her cries climb higher. His control frays. Last second he pulls out, straddles her chest. She parts her lips just in time and the thick ropes stripe her tongue, chin, the swell of those tits that started everything. She swallows, wide-eyed and smirking, when the last twitch hits. To be continued...