The force of their dual orgasms caused her nakedly quivering young body to jerk forward, driving her husband's cock into her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. It too erupted, jetting forth thick streams of the creamy pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, forcing her to swallow desperately to keep from choking on the great gushing spurts that filled her mouth. She swallowed in hard, thick gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the wildly squirting penis that she loved so much, yet small, lewdly shining droplets still seeped from the corners of her mouth and down to her chin as her semen-drained husband fell back away from her, nearly collapsing on the floor beside the couch. His shrinking penis slithered lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white creamy sperm stretching lewdly from her lips to his departing cock.
Then, with a low banshee cry, the half insane young wife screwed her buttocks tightly down onto the still-erupting cocks sunk deep in her rectum and vagina. As the dog's deflating cock slipped limply from her ravaged rectum she felt her body shudder violently as the final great gush of pleasure rippled over her completely-used flesh.
It was almost an hour later before the three of them could rouse themselves sufficiently to even consider getting dressed, and the German Shepherd lay dozing happily at the foot of the couch throughout the short business discussion that took place in the tiny sitting room. No one was particularly surprised when Erwin Doud announced that Lynn had passed her "test" with flying colors, but the flushed young couple were pleased and amazed when the old gentleman presented Ed with his certificate of membership to the Executive Club, signed by the founding member, Erwin Doud. And it was agreed that the next day, Ed would find his name on the door of the office of the Vice President in Charge of Industrial Relations.
The Warings were tired but happy as they stepped out of the doorway of Erwin Doud's house on Stuyvesant Square. They paused for a moment at the bottom of the stairs to breath deeply of the brisk winter air, basking in the sweetness of their private and professional success, then Ed suddenly began to chuckle softly.
"What is it, darling?" Lynn smiled warmly up at him.
"You're not going to believe it, but look behind you," Ed grinned, shaking his head ruefully.
Lynn whirled around and gasped as across the square, she saw George McHenry moving up the steps of the Executive Club, a young and obviously rather nervous girl on his arm. The lovely blonde felt a flash of indignance that the man would be already playing his sinister game with another young executive's wife, so soon after he had been caught and chastised by the corporation president. She pulled on Ed's hand, determined to go up and warn the unsuspecting girl of the fate that was in store for her, but her husband gently pulled her back.
"Honey, where do you think you're going?" he said quietly.
"Why, Ed, we have to warn that poor girl…"
"About what?" he prompted gently.
"About what?" she blustered. "Well, look what happened to us!"
"Yeah, look." He hugged her affectionately to him as comprehension crossed her face. "Don't worry, honey… if the girl has `balls', old Erwin's bound to find out about her sooner or later. Besides, if he doesn't, the poor young girl's husband might stay an office boy the rest of his life!"
Happiness radiated around the laughing couple as they crossed the street arm-in-arm and strolled through the snow, a whole new world opened up before their complacent young eyes… theirs, to make of it what they would…