In and out, in and out, Hal gritted his teeth as his climax rose in him with overpowering swiftness. He didn't try to hold it back. It was going to be great. He knew it. Particularly when Sally whispered in his ear, "Darling, would you like me to suck your cock afterward?"
His ejaculation came seconds later and he blasted his seed in her quivery cunt. He noticed that she didn't seem to respond overly much. But that was usual. He understood her frigidity. She wasn't like his secretaries who broke into nerveless blobs of flesh, crying and whining whenever he shot his juice into them.
Sally clung desperately to her husband, trying to fill up with his seed, anything to chase the terrible yearning to be fucked that still obsessed her. His fucking was just an appetizer.
Almost before he was off, Sally had twisted around in the bed and was breathing hard on his semen coated cock. Her hot breath made it a little harder, but not much.
Forcing herself, Sally stuck out her tongue and licked her husband's penis from base to tip and, ignoring the semen that smeared on her face, she caressed it with her cheek.
Hal's cock hardened and he suddenly was very interested in his wife's new antics. It was something he'd never had done before.
Slowly she ringed his cockhead with her tongue, sipping the cream off while her slender fingers played happily with his thick stick. Then her mouth slipped over the end and she sucked his blunt cockhead in her mouth and sucked it with a hot pulse beat.
Something happened to Hal that hadn't happened to him in fifteen years. His pecker was getting hard enough to fuck again. It tingled all over and he wanted to put it in her fuck hole and blast off a second time in one night.
Pulling his penis out of her mouth, Hal rolled Sally on her back and mounted her again, spreading her pink thighs and centering his cock on her pretty little cunny, already looking a little used by the neat hair unevenly matted with patches of wet semen.
His prick slid in and it seemed to Hal as if he was sliding it into a volcano. Sally's twat was so hot she seemed to have a fever. In a single moment she was twisting and writhing desperately under him, coaxing his cock to bang in and out faster and faster.
Hal was excited too. He could hardly hold back. His semen welled up toward the tip of his pecker and though he'd thought about making it last a few seconds he knew it was going to feel so good he didn't want to wait even a few seconds.
Roaring happily, he poured his cum into Sally's twitching twat. He even pumped until it was dry.
He was disappointed when she didn't go down on him again. He had sort of hoped that that first experience of hers, eating his semen, would get to be a habit. Something he could cultivate. As before, there was no excitement on her part when he shot his cream into her cunt.
She's just cold, Hal told himself while he was in the bathroom taking a leak. Somehow it didn't ring true, even to him. But he set the objections aside just as if he were convincing a couple to buy a house that they shouldn't have. It was his talent.
He got back into bed and said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Sally answered.
Hal was glad she didn't demand a goodnight kiss after sucking his dick. Then, pure of heart and mind, he slipped into a sound sleep.
"Go on, give it a good morning suck," Hal said.
"Well, if you insist, Hal." Sally glared at him and then, realizing it was helpless, went down on her husband's shriveled cock. It was slow getting up and Sally experienced a plentitude of sexual feelings sucking on it. She quitted her initial pace and sucked it slow, enjoying the slow rise as it hardened.
Hal watched her mouth pulling at his penis and when he was almost hard enough, he pulled away.
Sally was disappointed. She'd hoped that he'd stick it in her cunt, even if only for one of his quickies. She was horny all over after being left hanging last night and she wished she could tell him. But after being married to Hal for twelve years, she knew it was pointless telling him anything about anybody else. The sudden rejection seemed even more pointed when she realized they would have their thirteenth wedding anniversary in just a couple of days.
Regretfully watching Hal put his hard-on in his pants – and wondering why he wanted to take it with him, Sally rolled over on the bed so her breasts spread out under her weight like soft cushions.
"You know what happens this week, Hal, don't you?"
"Mmmmm-mmmm, of course I do."
"What?" Sally stared at him, willing him to remember.
"Of course, it's your birthday, darling. I wouldn't forget."
He was completely dressed but Sally got up and pressed her naked body against him. "Don't you remember, it's our wedding anniversary!"
"That's nice, Sal." Hal hunted around for his keys and things even with Sally leaning on him.
"Wouldn't you like to stay home with me, darling?"
"Of course I would. But I'll have to do that on our anniversary on…" He looked at her.
"Friday," Sally said helpfully.
"On Friday." Hal smiled at himself in the mirror and knotted his tie.
"I wish you could stay…"
"I've got work at the office today. I can't let it go," Hal said soothingly. It was the same tone he used closing a real estate deal.
"Oh, Hal!"
Claretta stood back from the desk in Hal's private inner office admiring her employer's big hard-on. She was a frizzly-curl blonde and her face was mostly hidden in the cavern under her hair, but she managed to flash white teeth enough so that Hal could see her smile.
"Come here, baby," Hal rumbled. "It's just something that I thought you might like to have me bring from home for you."
"It sure is, baby," Claretta said.
Grabbing hold of it, the secretary laughed and backed up against the desk and towed Hal after her. She let him fumble with her skirt and pull it up around her waist and make the usual sounds of pleasure that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She wished Hal Dexter would play with her twat a little, first though. It was all dewy from thinking about the new salesman he'd hired, a pretty boy who must have been hung like an ox from the way the other girls clung to him.
Automatically, she leaned her ass on the desk and wrapped both legs around Hal's waist as his cock flowed into her sombulent twat.
"Oh, baby, I love it when you do that to me."
She hugged him and stuck her tongue in his ear and Hal began eagerly plugging his secretary's slot the same way he had shagged the cheerleader when he'd been a high school football star.
Banging her ass against the desk, feeling his cock swelling up inside her cunt, he smiled to himself. He'd been a real cockhound back then. A different girl every night, a good, quick bang. No masturbating crap for him. For some reason, they just seemed to know he would only fuck them once and leave them because they didn't bother him too much when he went on to new conquests. Hal knew it was because he controlled them. They did what he told them to. And when he told a broad to get lost, she got lost.
His cock was swelling in Claretta's hole and he was on the verge of cumming. And then she stuck her tongue in his ear and he was blowing his jism up her twat hard enough to blow her brains out.
"Damn, Claretta, you're a good fuck any time of the day or night."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Dexter," she said. She controlled her cunt muscles and squeezed down, milking Hal's rapidly softening penis.
They exchanged kisses and then Claretta went out front to the lady's john so she could wash out his semen before getting back to her desk.
Hal was in a good mood when she left. It sure was funny, he thought to himself, a stud like him getting married to the prettiest virgin in the whole school. Of course, now he knew why she was a virgin. She was sexually cold. She didn't get heated up enough to break her cherry until old Hal junior got working on it. Hal patted his cock with satisfaction. It didn't matter, he had to admit to himself. In all other ways, Sally was a good wife. In fact, maybe she was trying to change…