Gil sat down on the edge of the large king size bed pulling on his socks.
“Babe, we’re due at the Martin’s in twenty minutes,” he yelled to Priscilla in the bathroom. Waiting a few seconds for, but getting no response, he sighed, got up and went in to check his wife’s lack of progress.
“Priscilla,” he shouted over the sound of the hairdryer that assaulted him. “Priscilla!” He stopped at the open door.
His short wife was completely naked standing there with her long brunette locks upside down as she bent her head to dry them. Not hearing her husband, Priscilla stood up, facing Gil and yelping once in surprise.
‘Still the best pair of tits I’ve ever seen’, Gil said to himself, smiling as his wife stood fully facing him with her big tits and her sweet tight pussy bare.
“Gil,” she admonished. “I made us late already.” Priscilla recognized her husband’s ‘I-want-you-now’ look. ”Just let me get dressed.”
Even though she was right, they were late and turned then from her husband-’a great ass too’, Gil thought-Priscilla knew Gil would be up on her in a second; she’d be disappointed actually if he wasn’t.
“You make so horny,” he said stepping up to her back. As Priscilla brushed out her hair, she heard her man reach down and undue his fly.
“Gil, we don’t have ti…” she began but secretly yearned for that fat prick she felt poking her ass. ”G..g…” she tried, leaning her hands on the cold Italian marble sink, spreading her legs just enough for Gil to place the hard hot head of his dick up between her legs.
“Gil, we’re really gonna be la…”
As they both looked in the mirror and smiled Gil entered his wife hard, pushing his thickness up and in between Priscilla’s wet lips as she gasped and threw her head back.
Just as quickly as he had come in though, Gil retreated out of that hot little hole, popping his now wet cock free.
“We’re gonna be late,” he said, spun and left the bathroom. ”Pay-back’s a bitch!” Priscilla growled, sighed, shuttered and continued to get dressed.
“I haven’t been to a party like that in ages,” Priscilla said snuggling against Gil’s chest as he drove them home at 3am that night.
“Yeah Fred is a pisser,” Gil agreed. “I about pissed myself when he tried to get us all to do the limbo.”
“I think I drank way too much.”
“I hope not too much,” Gil said to his wife who then lean up off him.
“You think you’re getting some after what you pulled in the bathroom earlier?”
“I am sure I am.”
“Getting my pussy all puffy and wet…then leaving me?”
“And you made us even later than I was making us!” Priscilla continued and whacked him on the bicep. “I’m going right to sleep when we get home.”
“Pris,” Gil said, almost running up a curb as he turned to her pout.
“I told you, ‘payback’s a bitch’.”
Twenty minutes later Gil was locking up the house while he heard Priscilla run the water in the bathroom. As he made the stairs his wife was coming out of the bathroom in her thin T-shirt, the one that showed off her amazing round big tits so perfectly it was as if she was wearing nothing at all. He could also just about see the whisper of her little landing-strip of brown pubic hair too. But Priscilla looked at him with chin lifted high, walked to their bed and simply got under the covers.
“Pris,” he said coming to the side of the bed. Peeling off his clothes, Gil watched in amazement as his wife turned from him as his cock grew to life.
“Pris,” he repeated, his wife groaned and dammit, if he didn’t hear her begin to snore!
Standing there unbitten, hard and amazed Gil couldn’t move. ”Oh come ‘ere,” Priscilla said flipping over seconds later to face her dejected man. “You really think I can deny you…or
me?”
Gil jumped into bed and under the covers.
“You had me so worked up today,” the lanky girl continued, lifting off her tee, pressing her warm big chest into her husband’s hairy one. “I have been wet all night thinking
about your thick cock in me.”
“Come on,” she gasped. “Time to give it to me right.”
Gil was inside his wife in a millisecond. Priscilla’s open long legs wrapped around him, he rolled, huffed, aimed then entered that already dewy tight silk slit with one hard thrust to the hilt.
“Don’t…don’t ever deny me your cock, don’t!” Priscilla mewed and Gil lay all his weight on top of her and began to push up and back, up and back, up and back…
Priscilla’s promised ‘pay-back’, Gil’s tease of her earlier, even Fred’s limbo…it was all a distant memory now as the couple made quite an after-fuck party of their own.