But she had decided to torment him no longer. Linda again poured oil onto her hands. This time, however, she held his scrotum softly in both her cupped oily hands. At the touch, Jay let out a long low moan of relieved pleasure.
"Ooooh, I thought I would go mad before you got to it," he sighed. "But it was worth waiting for."
"Don't worry," Linda said. "I'll give you your chance to get even. Later."
Linda moved her fingers rapidly, one after the other, spreading the warm oil over the whole of his wrinkled scrotum. The sensation was exquisite. Jay was conscious of his whole body writhing and squirming in uncontrollable pleasure as she stroked his aching balls. This woman was sensational, he thought. He watched her as she licked her lips seductively. He had never even imagined that a woman could take so much pleasure in pleasing a man. Linda Wells was so different from his own wife that they were like two different species of animal.
He felt her fingers slipping around his balls as she spread the warm oil over his sac. His cock was pulsating madly, and Linda let the tips of two of her oily fingers stray upwards stroking the base of the throbbing hard-on. Jay could see her huge round tits moving around inside her diaphanous gown. Her nipples were hard and pointy and rubbed against the soft material.
"Why don't you take off your gown and let me see all of you?" he asked, his voice hardly more than a croak.
"I'll have to let go of your balls to do it," she said teasingly. "Are you sure you can stand it?" Then, with one quick motion, she stood and pulled the gown over her head, revealing her naked loveliness to Jay's hungry gaze. As her arms moved upwards, pulling at the gown, her tits were uplifted, until the nipples pointed up toward the ceiling. Then, she tossed the gown away from her and dropped her arms to her sides. Her tits bobbed and rolled around as they dropped back into place. Jay followed the movement with his eyes, fascinated by the way the huge globes were animated with a life of their own.
Linda rubbed her oily hands quickly over her tits, caressing the pebble-hard nipples with her palms. When she took her hands away from them, they were shiny with oil. Then she rubbed her hands quickly, one after the other, across her furry pubic mound. She fell to her knees once more at the side of the waterbed and went back to rubbing Jay's balls with her oily hands. She bent forward, bringing her mouth close to his swollen cock. Jay knew what she was about to do, and the thought of her blowing him made him feel as if he would come within seconds. But he resolved to give a better showing than he had last time. In the bedroom, Henry Wells hung up the phone and rubbed his hands with glee. It wouldn't be long now. Things were going exactly according to plan. Karen Burns would be on her way over to see him and to hear what he had to tell her. He knew that, even in her wildest imagination, she could not have any idea of what she would be hearing and seeing. And, he hoped, what she would be doing. By now, he was sure, Linda and the Burns boy would be hot at it. Jay Burns would be oblivious to everything else that was going on in the house. Henry was dying to peep in through the one-way glass to see what Linda and Jay were up to, but he had one piece of business to attend to first. Just a little insurance to guarantee that Karen would be in the proper frame of mind. He got up off the bed and headed for the living room. He went to the portable bar and took out a bottle of vodka. From his pocket he removed a vial of white powder: Sure-breed, as it was known to zoologists. Sure-breed was a chemical given to laboratory animals when their keepers wanted to be sure that they would reproduce. As its name suggested, the white powder acted like an aphrodisiac to insure that the female would be receptive to any sexual advance made by the male. Henry's friends in the biology department had told him that they could see no reason why Sure-breed wouldn't be as effective on humans as it was on white mice. In any event, it couldn't harm the recipient. Henry smiled as he emptied the contents of the vial into the bottle of vodka. At first the liquid clouded, but then, as the powder dissolved, the vodka became clear again. No way to tell what had been added. Henry smiled lewdly as he put the bottle back into the cabinet. He couldn't wait to get his hands on those big beautiful round tits of his naive young student. He returned, quietly, to his bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom, Henry shut the door. He removed all his clothes and tossed them idly on a chair. Then, thinking better of it, he rolled them up and threw them onto the floor of his closet. He didn't want to spoil his dignified image. With any luck at all, the young Mrs. Burns would be seeing the inside of this room tonight. Couldn't have her thinking that he was a slob. He took a pair of white pants from the closet and laid them on the bed. Next to it he put a purple smoking jacket and a purple silk scarf. Perfect.
Before dressing, however, he couldn't resist the urge to peek in on his wife and her young lover. He went to the mirror which hung on the wall and moved it carefully aside. By looking through the little window in the wall, he could see right into the pleasure room. Linda had, of course, left the light on as they had planned. He could see everything.
Jay Burns was stretched out flat on his back on the waterbed, his eyes tightly shut. Linda, nude and beautiful, was kneeling next to the mattress. Her tits were big and round and glistened in the blue light. It looked as though she had been rubbing them with oil. Jay's entire body shone with the same oily sheen. When Henry and Linda had planned the evening's events, they had not discussed the techniques that Linda would employ in her lovemaking with Jay. Henry had enough confidence in his wife's abilities as a lover that such a discussion was unnecessary.
Now it looked like she had been doing some tricks with body oil. Henry knew well her techniques with oil. He almost envied the Burns lad. His entire body glistened, and it was obvious that she had done a thorough job of rubbing him with oil. Now she held his balls in her hands and was rubbing them softly and sensuously, while she licked his cock up and down with her tongue. At the sight of it, Henry's own prick sprang to full erection.
He continued to watch as Linda took the young football player's prick in her mouth and held it there without moving her head. She kept up the steady movement of her hands on his balls while she allowed her mouth to fill with warm saliva, bathing the young student's cock. At the erotic sight, Henry felt his cock beginning to throb achingly.
As he watched his wife blowing the Burns lad, Henry reached down and casually took his own cock in his hand. He liked the feel of the rock-hard prick, throbbing as he stroked his fingers up and down its length. While he watched, Linda began to move her head slowly from side to side. Henry knew that she was rolling the stiff young prick around in her mouth with her tongue. He knew well how good it felt to have her sucking and licking every part of a prick at once, and for the moment, wished that it was he on the waterbed instead of Jay Burns. But then he thought about where it would all lead, and lost his envy.
Henry held his own stiff prick in his clenched fist and squeezed it lightly. He began to jerk his hand up and down. At first he moved ever so slightly, his hand traveling less than an inch with each stroke. But then, as Linda's head began to move up and down, dragging her warm soft moist lips along the entire length of the shank of Jay's cock, Henry matched her strokes with those of his hand.
Actually, he liked jerking off. He liked to feel his cock swelling to meet the strokes of his hand. He liked to feel the ridges and veins of his own prick as he pulled it up and down, driving himself to orgasm.