My Nasty Wife

Kayla and Will came over to stay for the weekend causing all kinds of trouble for Dean who just wants to get some work done. All this changes when Dean catches Kayla sunbathing and wanting some cock. The other two catch them in the act and decide to get even. Cum on in to see how these horny couples fuck it out!

Demi Delia and her husband were singles but still members of a swingers club. They loved to help out the married folks with threesomes, orgies and the like. That is how this freaky couple met. They ran into each other a month later at the local gym. A year later Demi and her soon to be husband tied the knot. Not satisfied with the routine of marriage they decided to look for something sexier then swinging. That's what prompted hubby to call the wife banging crew. Few days later the couple was at the studio. Demi Delia took the floor. Flashed her wife goods, crawled over to me and sucked off my huge dong while hubby sat jerking off in the corner. Watch the full DOWNLOADABLE movie of Demi Delia ONLY at PleaseBangMyWife.com!


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Angel Cummings and her husband were into orgies before they tied the knot. Met at a party, had a great time then made it official few months later. A year into the marriage their sex life was becoming quite stale. This couple had done it all expect one thing. Watch a pornstar fuck his wife on film. Of course they contacted the wife banging crew. We love freaky couples so booked the duo right away. Once back at the studio Angel Cummings wasted no time stripping down and begging for my big black cock. Check out the full DOWNLOADABLE movie ONLY at PleaseBangMyWife.com


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A busty blonde for a busty brunette seemed like an even trade to the Hunters and the Talons, so the husbands naturally swapped one horny housewife for another in a four-way fuck-frenzy that ends with the two sexy sluts face to face in a contorting cum-drenched climax!

On the way home I passed two hot blondes walking down the street. The weather was a bit chilly but the two teen lesbians didn't seem to mind a bit. They were keeping each other warm by making out like crazy sluts. I slammed my brakes on. Stuck the car in reverse. Rolled my window down and say hi ladies. They introduced themselves as Tara Foxx and Nikita James. Pornstars, I knew it! Seems they were just leaving a shot at my buddies house and were still turned on by all the fucking. I offered them a deal. Come back to the studio and fuck in front of me while I video tape you for a couple grand. They smiled at each other and jumped in my ride. Once back Nikita whipped out her double sided dildo. Slid the sex toy deep into Tara's pussy then straddled it herself and proceeded to fuck each other silly. Check out the full DOWNLOADABLE movie ONLY at LesbianTeenHunter.com!


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Several years ago, before I had my drinking “problem,” I had the perfect life. I was educated, employed, financially secure – and best of all – married to a wonderful woman. We had a pretty little house in the suburbs, and we both taught at a very prestigious private school. Amanda taught elementary school Reading, and I taught Math in the junior high grades. Amanda and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and we were both virgins on our wedding night. She was smart and pretty and demurely affectionate. If there was anything less than perfect about her, it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions. Serious, insecure, and uptight, Amanda even dressed very conservatively, and it was only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the bun and she was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she was. Her insecurities even affected her professional life because other teachers were promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive to the administration. One weekend, I found out that Amanda’s bottled-up emotions took a toll on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results. Teaching junior high, I was familiar with teens going through their rebellious stage. It was a fact of life for me, and I did everything I could to make the teenager’s angst as painless as possible, while still teaching my subject. Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive, private school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible. One troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Elizabeth. Elizabeth was 15 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her very wealthy parents. Big contributors to the school, her parents asked for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff. Looking back on that Spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved with Elizabeth and her family. Part of the phase Elizabeth was going through was in selecting “wild” boyfriends. Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and someone we all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of other unsavory things. Just before final exams in the Spring, Elizabeth ran away from home. For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later, hungry and broke, and spent several nights with Amanda and me. We helped her get through exams and finally talked her into returning home. About a week after Elizabeth left, I got a call from her boyfriend. He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had done with his “old lady.” In a near panic, I tried to assure him that nothing had happened between Elizabeth and me and that my wife had been with us the entire time. I don’t think he listened to me at all. Several weeks passed. School let out for the Summer and Amanda and I prepared for our vacation. We planned a long weekend away over the Fourth of July and couldn’t wait to leave as soon as Amanda’s summer school class dismissed at noon on Friday. I had the car packed and ready to go when she pulled into the driveway. We had a light lunch and piled into the car to hit the road. I had driven perhaps a mile when I suddenly felt the cold steel of a gun barrel being pressed against my neck. A guy who looked very much like a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very serious about what he would do to us if I didn’t do exactly as he ordered. He told me to drive and, following his instructions, we drove for almost an hour, far out into the country. We turned off the road and into a rutted trail and our kidnapper told us to stop next to a van parked there and to get out. Another, even larger biker climbed out of the van, pointing a sawed-off shotgun at us. The first guy put our hands behind our backs and handcuffed us. Then he put silver duct tape on our mouths and blindfolded our eyes with black cloth. They pushed us into the van and tied our feet to the sides and then drove, for what seemed like hours, before stopping the car and pulling us out. When they removed the blindfolds, all I could tell was that we were in a huge garage of some kind. It was obviously used to repair automobiles and motorcycles, as there were several of each sitting around in the process of being worked on. The first biker shoved us down on an old schoolbus bench in the corner, leaving us handcuffed. He further secured us by running a long chain through our arms and padlocking it to the heavy workbench behind the bus seat. Amanda and I were both terrified, neither of us knowing exactly what to expect. I assumed that the bikers were friends of Elizabeth’s boyfriend and I was very sorry I didn’t call the police after his threatening phonecall. For all I knew, the idiot would kill us both. When the two bikers returned, they were accompanied by what appeared to be the members of some kind of motorcycle gang. There were about a dozen people. All dressed in typical biker gear, the men’s ages ran from the mid-20’s, up into the late 40’s or even 50’s. Two of the girls looked very young, maybe 15 to 17, and the other two were into their 40’s. The first biker walked over to us and introduced himself as “Bronk.” My worst fear came true as he told us he was, indeed, Elizabeth’s “old man.” He was quite proud of his kidnapping and explained to the others that he was going to make me wish I had never fucked his “Lizzie.” “What’s the slut’s name?” Bronk asked another biker, rifling Amanda’s purse. “Her name is Amanda.” It was Elizabeth – Lizzie. She was walking into the garage, dressed like the rest of the group in dirty jeans and a denim sleeveless jacket. Bronk put his arm around Lizzie’s waist and glared down at me, “Hell man, I told you you would be hearing from me. I wasn’t about to forget that you fucked my old lady.” (He ignored me as I was frantically shaking my head!)

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