Chapter 1
Jack Marshall was understandably startled when he walked into the house unexpectedly and found his lovely wife happily sucking the milkman's prick.
The milkman was a bit startled, as well.
But lovely Lorraine only paused to smile, then kept right on sucking merrily away. The milkman's cock had already started to dribble out pre-cum onto her horny tongue and she wasn't about to stop now.
Jack, recovering from his surprise and shock, began to grin and moved up for a closer look.
The milkman looked alarmed, as a milkman does when he is caught with his cock in a wife's mouth. But his hips kept on pumping automatically and he could tell that her husband didn't object.
Quite the contrary—Jack was looking on with approval and encouragement.
The milkman was standing and Lorraine was on her knees, her blonde head jumping up and down on his prick. Jack knelt down beside her for a close up.
She winked lasciviously at her husband and slurped away on that meaty mouthful. She bobbed down so far that his balls rolled up to her lips. Then she slowly pulled her mouth back up to his cock-knob, sucking through every inch.
"Ummmmmmm! Yummy!" she purred for her husband's benefit, adding sound effects she knew that he we'd appreciate, enjoying getting face-fucked all the more now that her adoring husband was an avid observer.
Then, performing for Jack, she drew her lips from the milkman's knob and parted them, curling her lapper out, letting Jack see the creamy pre-cum on the pink tongue.
"You don't mind, do you, darling?" she purred.
It was a rhetorical question. His fascinated expression was all the answer she needed.
She slipped the moist, oval collar of her lips back onto the milkman's cockhead.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she nursed and her sensual lips peeled outwards on his prick, just below the bulging cock-knob that was ballooning in her mouth.
Holding him by the hips, she jerked her head down his prick, then slurped up to the head again, making more noise than was necessary.
The milkman had been all set to shoot off when Jack walked in, but in his alarm at being caught he had receded from the crest. Now, realizing for certain that her husband wasn't out for a cuckold's revenge, he began to grind in, face-fucking her in a rising frenzy.
He guessed they were perverts.
But that definition did nothing whatsoever to diminish the pleasure of her mouth on his cock. The milkman placed his hands on her shoulders and slogged his prick into her face savagely. She gulped as he rammed his cock-knob down her gullet, but took it gladly, then sucked softly up to the head again.
"Yeah, baby—suck that fucker!" Jack enthused. "Drink his cum, kid!"
"Ummmm—ummmmm!" Lorraine sighed.
Jack glanced up and the milkman flinched.
"Deliver the milk, son," Jack said. "Feed my wife your heavy cream!"
Then his gaze dropped down to her wanton mouth once more, watching lustfully as her moist lips drew up and down on the milkman's throbbing cockshaft.
Her blonde head jumped up and down faster and the milkman began to whip his prick into her mouth in a rising frenzy, stabbing up as her face dropped down.
He was soaring towards the creamy crest—and this was the sort of delivery he loved to make and hoped that it would be on a regular basis.
"Cum! Cum!" she whimpered on the head of his cock, as if it were a meaty microphone.
She gazed down his shaft, staring at his balls as she bobbed up and down on his prick, waiting for them to explode.
Then she looked sideways at her husband, delighted by the twisted expression of lust on his handsome face as he knelt beside her, enjoying all the juicy details.
"Milk him off, honey! Drink his slime!" Jack encouraged his wanton wife.
He loved watching her sucking the cock, but the most thrilling part of playing the audience to her oral adultery was the magic moment when a guy emptied his hot, thick fuck-juice into her mouth and throat.
Pre-cum was dribbling from her lips and running down both sides of her chin lavishly, looking as thick and rich as spilled condensed milk.
"Unghhhhhhh—here it cums, lady!" the milkman grunted fucking in as her head ducked down.
His balls exploded as her greedy maw slid down toward his cock root.
His hot jizz jetted back into her throat.
Lorraine gasped and gulped. Her husband saw her throat pulse and knew that she was swallowing spunk. Her mouth pulled up and the second creamy deluge skimmed over her tongue, making her taste buds tingle.
The milkman's cock stabbed in dry and pulled back out glistening with a film of fuck-juice. Then she ducked down and sucked the seepage back off his prick.
He whitewashed her tonsils and painted her palate. Cum swirled in her cheeks and dribbled through her teeth. Her tongue was floating in slime.
Lorraine was swallowing most of it, but he was feeding her plenty and, knowing that her husband loved to see what she was drinking, she let some spill from her lips.
The milkman shifted his hands up from her shoulders and held her face in his palms. He slogged in balls-deep and held his prick buried as the last of his spunk spewed out into her greedy gullet.
He began to stagger and sway, all of his energy expended through his prick. Lorraine kept on sucking, coaxing out the gooey dregs from his pisshole.
Then she drew her lips off his cock-knob and, watching her husband, used her nimble pink tongue to lap up the stray drops that had escaped her lips and seeped on down his prick. She tongued his cock clean and licked up some slimy residue from his deflated balls.
His cock was starting to sag now, bending out in a meaty coil from his groin. The heavy cock-knob bobbed up and down like a horizontal pendulum, dripping goo.
Lorraine sucked the purple slab back into her mouth and polished it to a luster, milking a few last creamy drops from his pisshole.
Then she turned to her husband and parted her lips, curling her tongue out so that the fascinated fellow could see the cummy film in her mouth. Tilting her head back, she let the dregs seep down her throat, swallowing with her mouth open so that Jack could appreciate all the details.
"Ummmm—cum is so scrumptious!" she sighed. "I love to drink from a cock!"
Jack groaned with joy.
He began to kiss his voluptuous wife passionately, exploring her cocksucking mouth with his tongue.
The milkman saw that his services were no longer required and, besides, his balls were flat as a punctured balloon and his prick was collapsing now. Lovely Lorraine had emptied him off to the absolute dregs.
He paused, wondering if he should thank her.
But husband and wife were totally engrossed with one another now and the milkman shrugged and left, looking forward to the next delivery.
Lorraine and Jack swapped tongues hungrily, panting into each other's open mouth.
Then she drew back, smiling dreamily.
"I'm so glad you came home, darling," she whispered. "I've been so horny all day!"
He grinned as he opened his fly.
"Shall I tell you why, honey?" she asked.
"Yeah," he croaked, knowing it would be good.
And it was.