But Sally had never dreamed that one of Benson's lovers would be Jim. She watched in an agony of rage and envy as they started taking off their clothes. Irene's bra looked about ready to burst with its huge load. She unhooked it and dropped it on the floor, and her enormous tits wobbled into their natural firm thrust. Her' big Pink nipples were stiff with arousal.

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her skimpy lace panties and inched the little garment down teasingly. Jim's eyes were glued to her crotch. Gradually the golden-blonde pussy hairs popped into view, and finally she'd uncovered her whole thick bush. She let her panties slither down her legs, then kicked them away.

His eyes still focused hungrily on her wide glossy bush, Jim dropped his pants and shorts. Sally saw something she hadn't seen in almost a monthher husband's rock-hard, eight-inch dick. In spite of her anger, scalding juice squirted from her famished cunt at the sight of that fantastic hardon,.

"Mmmmm, for me?" Irene Benson purred.

"All for you, baby," Jim rasped.

Bastard! Sally thought angrily. Rotten sonofabitch!

All these weeks he'd been telling her how hard he'd worked and how tired he was-just too tired to fuck. Well, he clearly wasn't too busy or too tired to fuck Irene. Now she walked to him, her huge ripe tits quivering, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. Jim flushed with lust and leaned back against a shelf. Irene fisted the thick hairy base of his bloated cock and started pumping it.

"Yeah, baby, yeah," Jim moaned.

Irene's wet red tongue flashed out, and she started licking the big purple head of his cock. She swirled her tongue all over the gleaming bulb of flesh. Jim shivered and moaned, and big globs of cream started to leak from his piss hole. Irene hungrily lapped up the oozing juice, rolled it on her tongue to savor the taste, and then swallowed it. Watching, Jim was going out of his mind with arousal.