"Oh, Harold," she moaned, "I love it when you lick me. Oh honey, keep doing me!"
Harold continued licking her nipples, lightly nibbling.
This triggered her pussy to more action. She gripped him tightly now, and fucked fast and furious.
Harold jabbed into her with sudden hard thrusts as he exploded.
"Oh baby, I'm cumming," he panted, "I'm juicing, baby."
The hot splash of sperm stimulated her. This she couldn't get from her husband, but this was what she needed.
She pumped her pussy vigorously, squeezing, milking the juice out of his pecker.
"Fuck off!" she panted. "Fuck off, baby."
As the steady stream of hot white cum shot into her, she felt herself juicing at the same time. This stimulated her all the way.
"Ah," she groaned in delight, "Yes baby, more. Keep fucking."
The pecker continued jabbing into her, and she drew her legs up to give full entrance.
"Wow!" she panted. "What a fuck!"
She didn't pull off for a moment, but wanted to stay in the same position with the penis into her. Harold, however, was starting to wilt.
Finally, she slid off him. She lay beside him. He wrapped his arms around her lovingly, and softly stroked her breasts.
"Have you been to a doctor about it?" he asked her.
"I haven't gone to one," she said, "Because it's too embarrassing. George says the reason he can't get a hard-on with me is because he is overworked."
"Well," Harold said quietly, "It's hard to know what to do. He might be playing around, or he might be exhausted. Or, maybe you two just don't click. It would be hard for me to understand why he wouldn't want to fuck you. You've got a lot, to offer baby, and there's no reason in the world why he shouldn't give you a good screwing."
As they lay together, she felt the temptation to play with the dangling packer between his legs. It was now obvious to Harold why Terry had been so eager to swap spouses. He could remember when Betty first hinted that Terry was horny for him. Now that he had gotten into bed with her, he realized how right his wife had been.
She went on playing with his pecker, reaching down to massage his balls.
"Well I can tell you this," he told her, "It has been wonderful to get into bed with a woman who really appreciates me."
"Oh, I'm sure Betty appreciates you too," she said.
"Not as much as you do," he admitted.
"Is that right?" Terry winked.
"Yes," he said. "She's started taking me for granted, and that's bad."
She continued massaging his penis back to life, and agreed. Reaching down she cupped his balls in her hand, and then gently tugged and squeezed them.
"You've got a lot to offer," she said. "How long are you?"
"Eight inches," he told her proudly.
"Eight inches of swollen cock," she said. "How many times have you been able to shoot in one night?"
"Well all, night long," he explained, "I got off about nine times once."
"Nine times," she said. "That is fantastic. Was it with Betty?"
"Hell no," he laughed. "That was when I was in high school I couldn't make it nine times now."
"Oh, I see," she smiled.
"You know a man is sexiest around fifteen to seventeen," he said.
"That's too bad," Terry observed. "Right when a kid can't get his rocks off legitimately, he wants it the most."
"Well, isn't that life?" he said. "Just when you want something the most, that's when you have the most trouble. It sure is ironic."
"You can say that again," she said. "When I married George, I figured I was going to get a real stud. He played around plenty in college, you know, and I figured he was one man who could always keep me sexually satisfied. He's real, good when he can get it up, but here is the problem. He isn't able to get it up, and keep it up until he shoots. Sometimes we've been up for hours to get the thing off."
"That must be very discouraging," he said. "Have you tried blowing him to get it going?"
"I've sucked on it," she said, sadly, "Until I was bored."
"Maybe you and I should get together now and then, without telling George and Betty about it." Harold suggested.
"I'm so glad you said that," Terry exclaimed.
"I was hoping you'd catch on. I need you – and maybe you need some variety too. We could meet at one of those fuck motels. Then nobody would have to know about it."
"Not a bad idea," he said. "Not bad at all. But you can never tell Betty, or she will make a big fuss."
CHAPTER THREE
Meanwhile, Betty was having a delightful time with George.
He was a bit nervous being aware of the fact that he couldn't completely satisfy his wife.
"I'll bet you're a real lover, George," Betty said as she slid over to him and unzipped his fly.
Reaching in, she fumbled around, and met with disappointment.
"Don't I turn you on?" she asked him.
"Oh yes, Betty," he said, "You do."
"Well, you'd never know it," she said, as she withdrew her hand.
"Can I speak frankly, Betty?" George asked, as he relaxed on the edge of the bed.
"I certainly wish you would," she said, as she began undressing.
Watching her helped a little. George felt his balls tingling with excitement as he watched her remove the dress she wore and stand before him in her panties and bra.
"I've been having a little problem lately with my wife," he said.
"I can't understand that," Betty exclaimed. "Terry is a gorgeous woman, and I know she loves to have sex with you."
"Has she said anything about us?" George asked suspiciously.
"No," Betty said frankly, as she peeled off her bra.
George, catching sight of her beautiful bosoms, was stimulated.
"Oh, what a delicious set of knockers," he panted.
"Well I'm glad you like them," Betty said as she moved closer to him.
Reaching out with both hands, he massaged her protruding tits as he talked to her.
"I haven't been able to get a hard-on for some time," he said.
"That's horrible," Betty said. "Have you seen a doctor?"
"I didn't think it was anything serious," he explained, "Because I've been overworked, and I figured it was probably natural for me not to get a hard-on."
"I'll take care of you," she assured him. "I'll do so many things to you, baby, that you'll get a stiff so hard you'll ache."
As Betty continued talking, she slid out of her panties. She stood before him, stark naked, and revealed the shaved box.
"Oh what a beautiful pussy," he smiled. "I like it shaved."
"Does Terry shave her cunt?" Betty asked bluntly.
"No," he said, simply.
"Sweetheart," Betty said, "You take off all of your clothes and I'll do my best to give you a good time."
Betty said it with complete confidence, and it helped George.
He got to his feet, and began undressing. Betty was lying there on the bed, sprawled out and ready. He felt himself getting more and more excited, yet not to the point where an erection was possible.
It was a strange feeling to be mentally stimulated, and yet be unable to respond physically. He couldn't understand it.
"I hope Terry hasn't deballed you," Betty said.
"What do you mean?" George asked her.
"Well there are some women who can do it," she explained. "They come on too strong and it upsets the man's ego."
"Well I don't know whether she's done that or not," George admitted frankly.
Betty glanced down at the penis. Reaching down, she gripped it and massaged it gently. Yet still, it didn't spring to life.
"Let me help you down there," she said. "I think I can give you a real good time."
There was no doubt about it, he was enjoying the hand play around his crotch.
She enjoyed massaging his balls, and was bringing life to the penis shaft.