Heather's mouth abandoned his cock. She crawled closer and straddled his crotch, poising her cunt over his upthrust prick. Hovering over him, she allowed his cock-head to graze her cunt-lips for a moment. Then it all became too much. She had to fuck!

She sat down hard-on his prick. It soared deep up into her clutching cunt.

"Ooooohhh, Tommmm! Your cock feels so good in meeee!"

She closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy. Her whole body throbbed with the delicious thrill of being filled to brimful with hard cock. Every little nerve-ending along her cunt-walls was overloading on the tantalizing sensations of thick rubbery prick grazing pussy.

"Aaaaiiieeee! I love it! I love it!"

Without wasting any more time, she began to raise and lower herself in the dim night-light glow; Tom could see his prick glistening with her juices. He gritted his teeth with pleasure. Her pussy massaging his cock felt even better than her mouth. He could feel his cock responding with hungry fervor to her cunt's clasping caresses. It was like the most wonderful of hot wet massages.

"Jeez, Heather! Shit, you've got a sweet cunt, baby! Wowwww!"

Like her mouth, Heather's pussy was sensational. Tom had heard some of the guys at work complaining about their wives slack cunts. But Tom just smiled smugly.

Heather's twat was tight as a virgin's.

It was clinging to his cock now like a mitt round a baseball. He could feel the excitement teeming through his prick. It was becoming more than he could stand.

"Aijeece! Jeez! Oh, baby, here I cummm!"

Heather's gyrating motions over her husband's cock stopped dead. She was on the verge of tears. His prick had only been in her cunt for a minute or two… not nearly long enough. And she had wanted to cum so bad!

Conflicting emotions struggled inside her. Should she let Tom know how disappointed she was? Or should she be a good little wife and act like it had been as good for her as it was for him?