Tactfully, she ended the kiss and said, "Jim, darling… don't you think it'd be better, if you just take it easy and let me take care of you…?"
"I was thinking that you wouldn't get much out of it," he said.
"I'll use my hand on myself while I'm doing it! Okay?"
He was reluctant but agreed, "All right… if you're sure… but I want you naked, just in case. I might change my mind."
Nancy leaned forward as he pulled off her shirt then unhooked the snaps of her brassiere. Removing it, she tossed it on top of her shirt on the seat of the chair. Before she could rise, his hands captured both of her heavily mounded breasts, covering them and cupping them upward, her nipples erect and spiking out into the palms of his hands. Then he was rolling them between thumbs and forefingers, and her breath began coming sharp and raspy, as her sensitive skin responded to his caresses. It had always been that way with her. Her breasts, full, high and finely formed, wide-spaced on her chest, were the true gateway to her sexuality. More often than not a caressing touch of them caused her to become fully aroused almost instantly, it seemed. She mewled deep in her throat to him, "You'd better let me go, or I'll be changing my mind."
Lithely, she twisted her body away from him, freeing her tingling breasts from his stimulating hands and standing up beside the bed as she removed her tight-fitting men's jeans.
Jim lay back and watched her as her long slim thighs were revealed to him, their sleekly, tapered and svelte contours making his hands itch to touch them, caress them, and his throbbing cock ached to be plunging up into her receptive pussy nestled there softly between them. Then, with an undulant little wriggle of her hips she stripped off her panties. Jim whistled appreciatively as she turned and crawled up on the bed, his eyes devouring all of her milk-white body, accented by the coning pink peaks of her nipples and the dark auburn hair of her pubic mound, but her own eyes concentrated on the spearing lance of his cock cleaving the air above him.
Kneewalking into the angle of his legs as he parted them, Nancy crouched above his loins, one of her hands going out to grasp the massiveness of his rock-hard penis. Her fingers closed only part way around it, and deftly she worked the heavy foreskin of his cock back over the smooth rubbery head, feelings its fiery pulsing in her palm.
"I still don't see how you do it!" she said almost inaudibly.
"Do what, Nancy?" Jim queried looking down the length of his torso at her.
"After the way you were banged around in that plane crash!"
"I'm lucky, I guess… and I'm just naturally horny most of the time!" His face wore a happy grin.
Nancy's other hand was busy now as she cupped his sperm-bloated testicles and caressed them gently. He was sure then that in a moment or two the honeyed moisture of her mouth would slip down over the clamoringly demanding head of his cock as it jerked in her hand and swelled expectantly.
Her head came down to it; her tongue darted out wetly from between her lips to lick all around the pulsating head, the tiny tip of her tongue occasionally attempting to squirm its way into the slit in its tip. Jim gasped his delight as her tongue then concentrated on the sensitive blood-filled ridge on the underside of his penis. Involuntarily his hips flexed, driving the lurching shaft of his cock through her lightly gripping hand. Then, to his surprise, she was moving her tongue downward along the underside of its lust-thickened length, until she opened her mouth wide and took the whole of one of his aching testicles up into her mouth.
Damn! It felt good! Automatically, he brought his knees up a little and tilted his pelvis upward, as he felt her sucking on his ball, and then he felt her searching finger sliding back farther, until it was pressing teasingly against the tiny puckered opening of his anus. She kept her finger there as she squirmed against it, feeling the erotic sensations of it surge into his seemingly forever expanding cock's shaft.
"Christ!" he breathed, his breath rasping in his throat, as now he felt her release that testicle only to pay court to the other in the same lewd way; meanwhile her hand gripping the shaft of his hardness milked at it rhythmically. He was sure that no woman he had ever known — and he had known many — had generated such exquisite pleasure for him. "You really know how to turn a man on!" he said.
He knew that she heard, as he looked down to see her lustrous auburn head moving affirmatively up and down; then, she was licking him again, her moist tongue doing erotic things again, strumming back and forth across the sensitively tuned cord just below the throbbing head of his cock on its underside.
"AAAaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Jim Harding groaned with inordinate relief as Nancy's mouth came down over the almost ready to explode head of his wildly pulsing cock, her ovalled lips slipping over the tender male-flesh firm and tight, while inside her mouth, her tongue swirled tantalizingly around his swollen cock-head like a carrousel out of control.
Then, as her head began a slow bobbing up and down the turgid shaft of his penis, Nancy Barber stopped her caressing stimulation of his balls, and that same hand stole down to her moistly ready pussy. With the same slow deliberate tempo her fingers massaged the tiny, desire-hardened bud of her demanding clitoris. She was willing to gain her own satisfaction in that manner while giving her utmost to Jim Harding. Actually, it was not quite as satisfactory to her as a tantalizing tongue — either a man's or a woman's, but she always gained exquisite pleasure that way. It seemed to her that she always had, for she was hard put to remember a time when she hadn't been able to bring herself to a soaring orgasm.
Taking his drink to an easy chair near the fireplace, Frank Paynter tried to sort out his feelings about his wife Cheryl, knowing that another man was in their bedroom with her doing what he so infrequently did himself, lately. Not by my choice, though! By hers! It was true that he had told Charlotte he hoped somebody would get next to her and turn her on, but now that it was happening, it was all he could do to remain seated in his chair and maintain some semblance of calm. His imagination ran wild, wondering how she was acting with Gene Barber. Damn! Do you suppose he could really make it with her? A feeling of jealousy, mixed with his temporary feeling of inadequacy raged through him, torturing him, as he thought:… And, if he does fuck her… where does that leave me, her husband? I live with her, and I can't get to first base more than half the time! Christ! If she takes him on… I'll break her neck!
By the time he was nursing his second drink, he had finally come around to thinking that perhaps Gene Barber was really performing a valuable service for him; especially, if he was able to make it with Cheryl. Hell! Maybe she'd even get turned on enough to start swinging! He doubted it, but it was a kind of nice thought. Suddenly, he realized that as he had sat there drinking and thinking, he had been unconsciously listening, straining to hear any sound coming from above, which might tell him something of what was going on up there. The palms of his hands were wet with tense sweat, and he found that he was sitting bolt upright, his body wound up tight like a coil spring. Consciously, then, he forced himself to sit back relaxed in the comfortable chair. He took a healthy draft of his drink and told himself: Hell! I've just got to let nature take its course! She hasn't kicked him out yet! Again, he tried to conjure up a vision in his own mind, in which he tried to picture his lovely wife lying under Gene Barber's pounding cock, her thighs spread obscenely and taking all he could give her. Somehow, the scene wouldn't jell in his mind's eye; he was always seeing himself ranging deep up into his wife's tightly sheathing cunt. Then, below, he felt the blood pound into his cock's shaft, its tumescent length throbbing there inside his pants reminding him of how long it had been since he'd fucked his own wife. Goddamn it! That's what he wanted more than anything else! It was his own wife he wanted to fuck!