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Unholy Desires; Tales of Sins

Unholy Desires; Tales Of Sins is a collection of short steamy stories and it's not for readers younger than the age of 🔞 "Oh, f*ck, Claude... yeah... holy shit... yeah... harder... damn, that feels good... oh, my God... yeah... yeah... keep going... yeah... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... f*ck, yeeeaaaahhhhh.... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, my God... ooooooohhhhhhhh... goddamn, Claude... keep going... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, yeah.... hmmmmmm.." Davis couldn't believe that he'd just watched his wife getting f*cked by an artist... and c*mming harder than he'd ever seen her cum before. As he kept watching Claude slamming his thick boner in and out of his wife's dripping wet pussy, Davis suddenly realized that he was getting hard.
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Chapter 4

"Holy shit, Linda... and it sounds like you knew this guy...Claude... have you fucked him before?"

Linda looked down at her husband's cock in her hand, and couldn't help noticing that it had started to grow again in the palm of her pumping fist.

She chuckled to herself, then answered his question, "Yeah... I see Claude every time he has a show in town... about once a month. I usually fuck new artists at these events, but sometimes I'll fuck some of the older artists that have been around a while... especially if they're any good," then she grinned and added, "And Claude's really good."

She glanced down at the stiff dick in her hand, then smiled up at her husband, and said, "Holy shit, Davis... you're as hard as a rock again!"

Davis grumbled, "Don't change the subject", as they turned into their driveway, and he pulled into the open garage... using the garage door opener to lower the door behind them.

Once they were parked, Davis pulled her hand off his throbbing erection, and said, "Get out of the car."

Still a bit disconcerted, Linda climbed out of the car... not quite sure what to expect next.

Davis got out of the driver's side, and walked around to the passenger side of the car, where his wife was standing. He grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her to the back of the car... then lifted her up onto the trunk. 

He pulled at the top of her dress, tearing the thin material, and snapping both of her spaghetti straps... then yanked it down past her heavy breasts with one hand. While her boobs sprung free and bounced back and forth between them, he used his other hand to reach between her legs and rip off her tiny G-string panties.

He threw her torn panties onto the floor by his feet, then... with his raging hard-on still sticking straight out from his unzipped pants... he shoved her knees apart and pushed himself in between her spread legs.

Growling under his breath, Davis grabbed one of Linda's tits with one hand... roughly kneading and pulling on the soft flesh and taut nipple... while using his other hand to grab the shaft of his rigid prick and line it up between her slippery, wet pussy lips. Letting out a loud grunt... he leaned forward... stuffing the head of his throbbing cock into his wife's drenched vagina.

With a massive thrust, he slammed his stiff boner into Linda's snatch as far as it would go... then began rocking his hips back and forth in earnest... plowing his engorged penis in and out of her cunt... over and over... while using both hands to squeeze and slap her flailing boobs.

Davis seemed to be outside himself, as he growled and swore... pawing his wife's heavy breasts, and hammering her pussy with powerful lunges... again and again and again... causing her explosive grunts to mix with his own... bouncing off the walls of the closed garage.

Linda was a bit surprised to realize how much she was enjoying her husband's rough handling of her tits and aggressive pounding between her legs. She couldn't remember the last time he'd paid this kind of attention to her... in fact, she had to admit he'd never fucked her like this in all the years they'd been together.

She closed her eyes, mumbling between grunts, "Oh, yeah, hon... holy shit, yeah... uhn...uhn... harder... yeah... uhn... even harder... oh, my God, that feels incredible... uhn... uhn... keep going... uhn... damn, Rog... what has gotten into you?... uhn... uhn... oh, yeah... fuuuuuuucccckkk.... meeeeeeeeee... uhn... uhn..."

Linda suddenly caught her breath... and let out a keening wail... as an intense, leg-shaking climax coursed through her entire body... just as Davis grabbed both of her tits... hard... and shoved his cock as far into her cunt as it would go.

Linda rocked her hips, grinding her engorged clitoris against her husband's rigid shaft, and blurted, "Oh, shit, hon... I'm cumming.... I'm cumming... I'm cum....ah... ah... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... holy fuck, that feels amazing... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... ooooooohhhhhhhh... for God's sake, keep going.... yeeeeaaaahhhhh... damn, Davis... aaaaaahhhhhhhh... uhn... uhn... hmmmmmmm."

As his wife twerked her hips, and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull his stiff boner as far into her cunt as it would go, Davis let out a guttural moan... and blasted several streams of slimy, white spunk all over the walls of Linda's dripping wet snatch.... mixing his splooge with the artist's cum deep inside his wife's sloppy, cum-filled pussy.

Davis continued to pump his still hard penis in and out of his wife's vagina, even after his nutsack was totally empty... as Linda rocked her hips and moaned... riding her exhilarating climax to its peak. She relished its euphoric heights for a brief moment.... then savored the waning sensation of her ebbing orgasm, as it slowly faded away... gasping for air, and trying desperately to catch her breath.

Once their breathing had settled down, Davis leaned forward... his throbbing cock still shoved deep inside his wife's cunt... and smashed his lips against hers in a hard, tongue-filled, passionate kiss... while roughly squeezing and pulling on her soft tits swaying around between them.

After ending the kiss, Davis pulled his softening dick out of Linda's pussy... causing a mixture of cum and pussy juices to leak from her gaping vagina... then dripped down her ass crack, and pooled on the car's trunk beneath her butt.

Still breathing heavily, he helped Linda off the trunk of the car... then the two of them headed into the house... leaving his wife's torn panties on the garage floor behind them, and the puddle of spunk dripping from the edge of the trunk onto the bumper of the Jaguar.

They walked silently through the house from the garage... both of them a bit dazed, and totally spent from their arduous tryst on the back of the Jaguar... Davis's flaccid cock still sticking out of his unzipped pants, and swaying back and forth between his legs... while his wife's torn dress hung down past both of her bouncing breasts, and remained twisted around her waist.

As they started up the stairs to take a shower, Davis said, "Holy fuck, Lin... I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life... my God, that was incredible."

Linda grinned over at her husband... giggled, and said, "Good... because I'm going to another art show at Darcy's gallery next week."

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