"Man, he really knows how to do her!" Sally groaned. She pressed the fleshy pad of her thumb against her clit, and nearly collapsed at the terrific pleasure this brought her.

Another orgasm was building within her, and Sally flailed at her pussy, finger-fucking herself with abandon as she squeezed and beat on her clit.

"All right – all right – yeah!" she cried, staggering back from the wall and nearly tripping over her pants, which had slid down around her ankles.

Impatiently, she kicked off her shoes and slipped her pants and panties off. Then, she completely stripped out of her blouse and bra. She looked down at herself – her pale-white skin with its sprinkling of freckles; her large D-cup tits, still firm after ten years of marriage and two children. She giggled when she saw how matted with pussy cream her red pussy muff was.

When she stationed herself at the two-way mirror again, she was jolted by the sight that met her eyes. The handsome blond man was no longer kneeling between his wife's legs, reaming her pussy out with his tongue. Now he was lying flat on his back on the bed, and his wife was sitting on top of him, shifting her weight from one ass cheek to the other.

Sally sucked in her breath with excitement. Clearly the man had his thick prick wedged all the way in his wife's hot pussy, and she could imagine what the woman was feeling – hot thick prick meat rubbing sexily against the sensitive inner flesh of her pussy.

"Oooh, baby, fuck him good!" Sally rasped, shivering with lust.

As if the woman had heard Sally, she leaned forward, puffing her weight on the palms of her hands and slowly raising her cunt and ass off of her husband's groin.

Sally panted with passion as inch after inch of the man's gooey purple cock came into view. She pressed her pussy mound up hard against the cold plaster of the wall, and shivered with the shock of it against her cunt lips.