Robert Vickers

Three way wife

CHAPTER ONE

His hand slid a little farther up her leg. Her skirt began to bunch at her waist but neither of them really noticed. They were getting too turned on by the feel of fingers moving slowly over silky smooth thigh.

"Ummm, Alan, that's too much for me," Wendy said. "Stop. Don't make me do any more."

Alan moved in the uncomfortable car seat and turned so that his hand slid another inch up. His finger tips were just inches away from the promised land now. Her pussy was damp. He knew it. It had to be from all the petting they had been doing. And he wanted to stuff his fingers all the way up into that gooey twat.

"Don't be silly, Wendy," he told her, his hand clutching her firm thigh. "We didn't come to the drive-in just to watch the dumb movie." He turned and saw Dracula sinking fangs into the heroine's throat. "Look at that, will you?" he said. "That looks like fun."

Alan dived down, his mouth seeking Wendy's swan-like throat. The whiteness of her skin gleamed in the light reflected from the movie screen. His lips lightly brushed her throat and his tongue shot out trying to bury itself in the hollow just under her chin. She sighed and relaxed a little, her back arching forward. This caused her tits to press firmly against the thin blouse she wore.

The sight was almost more than Alan could bear. Hard, aroused nipples were perfectly outlined in the thin fabric. Her tits heaved up and down in a slow, sensual motion that made Alan worry that he might blow his wad. He hadn't done that at the mere sight of a chick's tits in more years than he could remember. But, this was almost more than he could keep locked up inside.

His balls tightened and he felt the lead-heavy jism inside begin to boil and chum. The thick stew of his sperm and semen demanded a hot, clinging cunt to blast off into. And Wendy didn't seem to want any part of it.

But she was turned on. He could see the visible evidence. No chick's tits puffed up like that when she was bored. Her nipples pulsed with every beat of her heart. He could get into her pants if he played his cards right. He could. He knew he could!

"Don't be that way, doll," he told her, his tongue slowly working hot, wet circles on her throat. "You want me as much as I want you. This isn't something where only one of us wins. We'll both enjoy it. How about it?"

"How about it? All the time, let's fuck, let's fuck. Is that all you ever think about?" she raged.