"That's for sure," he promised. When Barry and his wife returned to their apartment after the party, the man was in a wild state of sexual arousal. Rhoda had teased his prick to an erection that refused to subside. As a rather handsome man in his early forties, Barry had always gotten fucked silly when he was away from home. Even in the most remote parts of the world, he always managed to find some cunt to fuck, and now the thought of lay big Rhoda Burke was very appealing to him. Realizing that he was now with Fran again, and knowing she wouldn't approve of infidelity, he was wondering how he could get into the hot little redhead's panties without his wife finding out about it.

As he climbed into bed with Fran, his prick was throbbing longingly. Neither of them was wearing anything, and the pretty woman backed her ass up against her husband after turning out the bedside light.

"Oh, God," she giggled, suddenly feeling the hot hardness of his stiff prick against, her bare ass. "You're really ready tonight."

Still clutching the base of his cock-shaft, Fran guided his pulsing prick into the smoldering wetness of her slippery cunt. His rigid fuck-pole seemed wildly alive to her as he slowly eased it in. Her soaking hot cunt-sheath sensuously surrounded his trapped, prick as it pushed in between the sucking lips of her lust-inflamed pussy.

Fran's hips were rotating in tight little circles on the bed us his thick, hard prick slowly sank into her gulping pussy. His bloated cock continued pushing up into her hot sucking fuck-hole until the entire length seemed to disappear into the juicy mouth of her grasping cunt.

"Oh, sweet darling," she whispered. "Now just fuck me to death."

With the vivid memory of Rhoda's juicy little red-fringed pussy etched on his mind, Barry began plunging his juice-slickened cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. With her arms around his shoulders and her heels planted firmly on the mattress, Fran was slamming her crotch up to meet his every deep, hard thrust.