"So," she concluded, "I feel like a very vital part of our marriage is gone. What do you think we should do, Ralph?"
To her astonishment, Ralph turned beet red.
All the while he'd listened to her story, Ralph was thinking what a dumb jerk Howard was to neglect a gorgeous wife like Beth. He was thinking how he'd like to get into her pants if he had the chance, how he'd had a letch for her for years. He had a good mind to tell her that if she wanted sex, he was the boy to help her out. And then she turned those big blue eyes on him and asked him what she should do.
"Well," he began, his voice coming out in a lusty croak. He cleared his throat and started over. "Well, Beth, all I can say is that if you've talked it
over with Howard and he won't cooperate, you're gonna have to get satisfaction somewhere else."
It was vague, but it was enough of an opening for Beth. She leaned forward and put her hand on his powerful hairy arm and looked him right in the eye. Her heart was pounding, and with every passing second she felt more and more lust for her old friend. She prayed the feeling was mutual.
"Somewhere else, Ralph?" she said breathlessly. "Just what do you mean?"
Again Ralph cleared his throat. He was starting to sweat. Somehow, some way, Beth Taylor was turning him on like crazy. He just hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself and her by getting a hard-on. He tried to speak calmly as he answered her question, but just the gentle warm pressure of her hand on his arm was distracting and very exciting.
"Well, Beth," he said, "it would be up to your conscience, of course, but it sounds to me like you should take a lover. I mean, Howard should be taking care of you in bed, and if he's not-well, that don't mean you have to give up sex."
Now Beth was blushing just as hotly as Ralph, but she wasn't going to back down no matter how embarrassing it got. She leaned even farther toward him, their knees pressing hard together, and her eyes got huge and hot. She licked her lips.
"Maybe you're right, Ralph," she said slowly. "Maybe I should take a lover. But I wouldn't even know how to find one. After all, I'm not that young any more."
Ralph sighed. "You're young enough, believe me."
She thought of Howard still asleep in their bed, but she didn't feel guilty. He had a lover, too, after all. She was just evening the score. And it was so much fun. Ralph was unzipping her shorts now, tugging them down.
"Hey, no fair," she giggled. "You'll have me naked in a second, and you've still gut all your clothes on. You have to take something off."
"I'm not much to look at," said Ralph.
"To me you are," Beth said.
She pulled his t-shirt off and gawked at his broad, powerful chest with its mat of black hairs. It really turned her on. She pressed her naked tits against it and moaned softly. Ralph endured it for a few moments, then impatiently reached for her shorts again. She let him take them off this time, leaving her in just a flimsy pair of blue bikini panties.
"My turn," she said huskily.
She unzipped the fly of his jeans and tugged them down. To her delight, he wasn't wearing any shorts. She pulled his jeans off and tossed them aside, then turned eagerly back to stare at his cock.
It was only the second one she'd ever seen-a little shorter than Howard's but just as thick. And hugely erect.
Ralph's stiff white prick sprang from a dense but forest of black hairs. His balls, bright red, were swollen up like balloons. The fat bulb-like head of his dick was tight and nearly purple with engorgement. Beth gently ran her hand up and down the hard throbbing stalk of his cock, and
instantly big thick bubbles of juice ran from the slit-mouth and onto her fingers.
"Careful," Ralph gasped. "I'm so damned hot for you, I could come just from you touching me."
Beth sighed and pulled her hand away. "I know how it is," she said.
Ralph seized her panties and quickly pulled them off. He gawked hungrily at her copper colored triangle of mons curls, then ran his fingers through the pretty flame-orange bush. It was soft and delicate, a delight to touch. In fact everything about Beth Taylor was delicate and delightful. He could scarcely believe that he was about to ball her.
He slipped his hand between her legs and felt her crotch. It was scorching hot, swollen, and soaking wet with her helpless cunt juice. Nevertheless Ralph wanted to be sure she was ready for his dick. He had a colossal hard-on, and Beth seemed so frail and slender. He didn't want to brutalize her-he wanted to enjoy her.
Beth gasped with sudden sharp pleasure as Ralph's fingers closed around her tender little clit. His big callused fingertips were remarkably gentle and skilled as he began to knead her clit between thumb and forefinger. Howard had never done that to her, and it felt fantastic. She helplessly creamed all over Ralph's hand.
"Oooooo, yesssss," Beth gasped. "Oh, my God, Ralph, that feels good… Ahhhh…"
She wasn't faking her enjoyment, Ralph knew. No woman could fake the creaming of her cunt, and Beth's scalding stick pussy juice was running
all over his hand. He went on kneading her clit, making her squeal and moan with delight, and with his free hand he searched around for her cunt. He quickly found the gushing steamy little hole and wiggled a fingertip into it. It was tight but not dry. No problem there…
While Ralph was exploring her, she was exploring him. She slipped her soft little hand under his big swollen nut sacs and gave them a quick gentle massage. She curled her fingers around the thick hot pole of his cock and fisted him for a few moments, pumping in a quick teasing motion, making him groan excitedly. She cupped the big hard head of his cock and felt his juice oozing against her palm.
"Baby, baby," Ralph groaned, "you better stop. You're gonna bring me off…"
Very reluctantly she stopped playing with his cock. She could have gone on all day, but she reminded herself that there'd be other opportunities. Meanwhile Ralph's busy hand in her crotch was driving her wild, kneading her hotly aroused clit, poking mischievously in her cunt. It was all a lot of fun, but she was ready for the main event. She'd been ready for years.
"Ralph," she gasped, "Ralph, please-fuck me."
Her face flamed as she said it, but at least he got the message. He looked at her in astonishment, then grinned. "You bet I will, honey," he said eagerly.
Ralph figured he had to be dreaming. Howard Taylor's lovely red haired wife lay stark naked beside him, opening her legs for him, offering him
her swollen red pussy which glistened with her cream. She was begging him to ball her. Sure, Ralph, dream on…
But when he touched the hard head of his cock to the gushing little mouth of her cunt, he knew it was all for real.
"Yes, yes, yes," Beth chanted as she felt the first touch of his cock at the mouth of her twat, "yes, Ralph, put it in me."
She-was clawing the grass in her excitement, her eyes tightly closed, and she held her legs far apart for him. She was so excited she could hardly breathe. After all, she hadn't been balled in weeks, and she hadn't been adequately fucked in years. As she felt Ralph's thick hard cock finally sliding into her, she couldn't hold back her cries of pleasure.
"Yes, YES," Beth shrieked, "put it in me, Ralph, fuck me…Oh, my God, I want it…yessss!"
Ralph was just as excited as she was, but he concentrated all his attention on very slowly penetrating her, easing his achingly stiff meat into her deliciously snug hot hole. He took his time, savoring the moment, because it all still seemed too good to be true. He'd almost resigned himself to life without sex…
Just for a moment he thought of his wife, Tina. He really loved her, and it was a shame she didn't turn him on any more, but that's how it was. What he'd needed to revive his interest in sex was what he had right now-a brand new partner, a lovely woman who lusted for him and aroused him. He was sorry to have to cheat on Tina, but, God help