Old Dimmock was so excited in his horniness that he almost fell off the chair as he shifted to the very edge of it and leaned close to the bed. "Does he frig you good, baby?" he muttered. "Do you like that strong mouth on your titties, my sweet? Doesn't that horny finger in your cunt make you want to have him do everything to you, my darling wife?"
Gradually Mrs. Dimmock was finding it less necessary to act at all. She WAS being thrilled by Silas… "Oh, darling," she moaned to her leering old husband. "He is making my cunt feel wonderful… wonderful… I'm so glad you made me come here darling. You are a very good husband bringing me to a man like this."
Dimmock was well pleased with her responses and watched her hug the huge frame of the naked Silas to her own naked body. Dimmock leaned right over them and looked into his wife's face. "You need a man, don't you darling?" he muttered down at her. "You need a man's cock really badly, eh? And I have got this wonderful man for you. I have bought him for you to give you pleasure and to do to your lovely cunt what it needs to be done to make you happy, darling." The old man patted the huge naked asscheeks of Silas. "Go on, Mr. Silas," he urged. "I have paid you well, now give my wife the cock she needs. Let me see how well you can take care of her. Like all horny wives, she needs a lot of taking care of, and you are the man to do it. Go on, Mr. Silas… do it to her… give my wife the hot fucking she needs."
Her arms went round the broad back of the man on top of her. Silas had to guide his cock into her cunthole, and with her cunt gaping and so wetly ready it was not a hard task.
"Is that good, my love?" old Dimmock was peering over the naked shoulder of Silas at his wife's upturned face. "Has he got a good cock… Is he making you feel really good, my dear?"
Silas began to frig her, making her shake and tremble with the force of his inward lunges and the way he fucked hard at her every time, he sank in to the fullest depth. Even a blind man could tell she was getting all the cock she could take, but old Dimmock was not satisfied. "You tell me, darling, tell me yourself," he kept on at her. "If he isn't big enough, tell me. Tell me if he isn't strong enough."
The poor woman was almost frantic with her cock-madness now, she was almost squashed out of sight down into the bed as Silas fucked away atop her. From under his bulk she gasped, "Darling… ohaa… darling… he's wonderful… a real stallion… a real man for a stud… ohaaammm… I'm nearly… there… ohaaa… daaarling… make him keep on… make him keep on… I'm coming… I'm there… ohraauuggggrrreeeegguugggg!!!!"
While his wife moaned in her throes of lust, old Dimmock climbed on the bed behind Silas and directed his prick which he had drawn from his opened fly, down towards the cunthole where the great cock rammed into Mrs. Dimmock. Jerking his cock as hard as he could, the old man managed to come at the same time as Silas. Mrs. Dimmock had the full quantity of hot wet sperm of Silas in her womb while her cuntlips and pubic hairs were drenched with the scum of her own husband. She knew her perverted husband had derived more pleasure from doing this, than when he actually fucked her in the normal way. He loved to see a man like the stallion Silas fucking her, she knew he derived great sensual gratification from seeing her given pleasure with another man's cock in her twat, and if the truth were known she herself enjoyed having a good fuck more with a man like Silas than with her own elderly husband, although Dimmock still had a fair sized dick for his age and knew well enough how to give a woman pleasure using his own cock.
While they were having a drink in the bar afterwards, Marko brought up a photograph to show Dimmock. It was a perfectly respectable print, it showed one of the tables that had been occupied at the dinner-dance. It was the table where Mrs. Miller and her husband had enjoyed the meal. Marko nodded at the photo of Brenda Miller. "Nice looking piece of ass that one," he murmured to old Dimmock, who nodded in absolute agreement. "Do you fancy her?" Marko went on.
Dimmock's jaw dropped. He had for some time admired that pretty wife of young Miller. Now here was Marko making the most attractive suggestion he had heard for a long time. The price was quickly settled. Mrs. Brenda Miller was on the cunt market.
The way it was put to Brenda she knew there could be no escape. She had to "go with" old Dimmock, whom she had met several times when she had been with her husband and whom she had known, with her own womanly instinct, had desired to hump her, but the possibility that he would ever get his desires fulfilled had then seemed remote if not utterly impossible. Now the impossibility was to become real. An evening was chosen when Tim would be away on the firm's business. She was taken to the Gregley Club by taxi, and found old Dimmock waiting there for her. They had a few drinks together, and when, after a couple of attempts at dancing, he suggested they make their way to a room Marko had reserved for them, she knew the time had come when she was willingly and knowingly to give herself to a man she knew had paid for her cunt. To make matters even more degrading, the man in question was her husband's boss.
Once in the privacy of the small bedroom, old Dimmock took her in his arms and his lips came wetly down on hers. She was surprised at the sensual feeling she got. It was by far the oldest man who had ever kissed her, and the first time she had ever been 'bought.' She felt the swelling of his dick at his loins and the involuntary jerks against her that rammed the erecting prick into the softness of her belly. Even through their clothing his cock felt quite big, she began to get the well-known tingles in her breasts and loins. She slid her hand down the front of their bodies and boldly clasped his pecker through his trousers. Yes, he was large, he was a well-preserved old gentleman allright, certainly where it counted.
"I hear you fuck with Silas," he mumbled to her. "I let my wife go with him, too. I think a good strong bull-prick of a man like that does a woman good. I'm afraid you won't find me as satisfying as him," he added with a smile, "but afterwards I want you to be truthful and tell me how I compare with him." There was a wicked gleam in his old eyes as he went on. "And I want you to tell me how I compare with your husband, Mrs. Miller. I have him calling at my office in the morning for a long sales discussion, and it will be invigorating to be talking to him and knowing that I fucked his pretty wife last night, won't it? And better still if I know how his wife rates my cock and his."
Brenda was trembling, partly with disgust at this line of conversation and also with the eager anticipation of the pleasure she was going to get. The old man watching her, she reached behind her back and undid her zipper. He moved to help her get her frock up over her head, and then stepped back to get the full beauty of her breasts as she unhooked the bra, and shrugged the slim shoulder harness down so that the cups fell away from her milky white breasts.
The thought that she would soon be writhing in passion under this man's cock, this elderly employer of her husband's talents, filled her with an excited lust. This was being naughty with a vengeance. She found herself wishing she could be an unseen party in the office the next morning when Tim and this man had their discussion. It would be so bizarrely thrilling to know both men had enjoyed her cunt-pleasures. What on earth would Tim say and think if he knew the old man, his own boss, had had his cock up Brenda's twat the previous night? Old Dimmock dropped to his knees in front of her, and his cracked hands gripped the top of her panties and dragged them down a few inches. She held her breath as he leaned forward and implanted a hot kiss on the warm belly flesh that her panties had been covering. He seemed to change his mind, stood up again and with a sharp, "Take them down, honey," he started to take off his own clothes. Brenda soon had her panties slide down to her ankles and was stepping out of them. She climbed on to the bed and lay on her back to await him as he at last got rid of all his clothing. She saw his dong was thick and erect and quite long. His pecker was not as large as Silas', but he was every bit as much a man as her husband, and the sight of that throbbing hard length of male prick made her anxious and impatient.