They'd been married a long time and Ingrid knew she could still have any man she wanted. Her body had become a little plumper with age, but her already oversized boobs had grown larger too. Her tits were an honest 44-D, and her fat, blood-red nipples showed through any bra.

Ordinarily Bob was just as horny as she was. Throughout the years of their marriage, even when Ingrid had had children to nurse, they'd fucked their brains out at least once a night. She couldn't understand why Bob wasn't fucking her more enthusiastically now. Of course, she had no way of knowing about his fuck-session that afternoon with Wendy.

"Bob, you're not even going to make me cum if you fuck me like this!" Ingrid complained. "Faster! Oh, for God's sake, now you're cumming without me!"

His hips had begun jerking spasmodically between her thighs and Ingrid recognized the movement as a sure sign of jism boiling in his balls. Finally Bob started fucking her faster, pistoning his huge prick in and out of her pussy as he prepared to spurt.

In his excitement, he missed a stroke. Ingrid frowned as his rock-hard prick popped out of her tight pussy and throbbed over her belly. Before Bob could stick it back in, his mighty boner started shooting jism all over his wife's stomach.

"Oh, Bob! For God's sake!"

But it was too late to do anything about it. Ingrid just lay there with her legs spread, sighing as she watched the hot, white cum fountaining onto her belly. Some of it squished all the way up to her tits, and some of it just dribbled on her pussy. When the cum finally stopped shooting out, Ingrid pushed him away from her and rolled off the bed.

"Well, I guess that's all you're going to be able to do for me, tonight," she said unhappily, looking down at the splotches of cum on her body. "I might as well go into the bathroom and clean up!"