Later that evening, after all their guests had gone, Tom and Ginger cleaned up the debris of the party and then decided on one last drink before going to bed. They flopped exhaustedly into chairs in the living room.
"Man, that was some party," Tom said. "I'm bushed."
"But it was a successful party," Ginger sighed. "I think everyone had a wonderful time."
"Especially Sonny," Tom said. They bath laughed. Then he said, more seriously, "I just hope you don't end up wanting some other guy instead of me. That's been worrying me a lot, Ginger."
"Oh, Tom, I'd never do that," she said earnestly. "I love you. I've been worrying about that, too – you leaving me for somebody else."
"Never," said Tom. "You're my wife, and I intend to keep it that way. Only…" He trailed off, not wanting to hurt her feelings by referring to their lousy sex life. But to his surprise, Ginger seemed to read his mind.
"Only we're not so hot in bed together," she said unhappily. "I know, Tom. What are we going to do?"
"I really don't know, honey," Tom sighed. "I'm so tired right now, I can't think. Why don't we take a hot bath and go to bed, talk about it tomorrow?"
"Whatever you say," Ginger replied.
She felt they ought to talk about it, but she didn't want to be a nag. They went to the bedroom, undressed, and headed for the bathroom. They'd been taking showers together ever since they married, and it used to be quite a turn-on, but lately they'd hardly noticed each other's presence. Ginger turned on the water and they stepped into the big shower stall.
As they began showering, Ginger noticed for the first time in months how really attractive Tom was, with his deep tan and rippling muscles and hair-matted chest. She wondered sadly why he couldn't make love to her like he did the other women, with lots of groovy foreplay and long ecstatic fucking. Why did it always have to be so plain with her?
Tom noticed his wife's lush big-breasted body for the first time in ages, realizing that of the three women at the party, Ginger was easily the most attractive. But why did she have to behave like a zombie in bed? Why couldn't she let herself go and be passionate, like June and Stacy? Maybe it was just him. She'd seemed wild enough with Jerry and Sonny.
"Soap my back, will you, darling?" Ginger said.
"Sure," Tom said, lathering up his hands.
He rubbed the lather into Ginger's silky-soft skin. She didn't have a wrinkle, not a single flaw, on her whole gorgeous body. He loved to touch her. He soaped not only her back, but her cute firm round ass, then moved around to lather her immense ripe tits. Ginger leaned back against him and sighed.
"Ummmm, that feels nice," she said.
Tom's limp wet cock was waggling against her bare butt, a mischievous tickling sensation. Impulsively she rubbed her slippery ass against his soft dick. His hands moved more eagerly as he soaped and nabbed and squeezed her big ripe boobs. Then he began to move lower, lathering her flat belly, then the waked mat of her bush.
"Ummmmm," Ginger murmured, "I'm certainly going to be clean?"
"I intend to do a thorough job," Tom said, slipping his hand into her cunt.
Ginger felt hot excitement as his soap-slick hand began rubbing her ripe red pussy. This was the kind of teasing foreplay to loved. She felt the delicious tickling of her cunt, her plump pussylips, and even the little mouth of her hole. He soaped one fingertip and inserted it in her snug cunt mouth, twirling and pumping.
"Tom, you devil," Ginger giggled.
"Just doing my job," he said solemnly.
That wicked probing finger felt so great in her tight little cunt mouth. She began to cream around it, hoping Tom might do something daring and crazy like bringing her off in the shower. But after just a few tantalizing strokes of his finger, he quit. Damn it, it was always like that with him.
Tom withdrew his hand from Ginger's crotch, thinking how cold she was, how she never responded hotly to his touch. That was why he never spent much time in the act of making love to her. It wasn't worth it.
"Hew, darling," Ginger said, "let me soap you." She took the soap from him, hoping to get a rise out of him as she began briskly lathering his body. She worked down from his broad shoulders and through the soaked jungle of chest hair, down over his taut belly, till she got to his limp dangling cock and balls. She captured them between he slick soapy hands and gave them a brisk rub his rosy balls jiggling, his long limp cock flopping. She even whriled a fingertip up his asshole and pumped teasingly.
"Nice," Tom moumed.
Ginger gave up in disappointment. He just never seemed interested in foreplay.
What she didn't know was that Tom had been so stunned with horny pleasure, he couldn't speak. He loved it when she wickedly soaped his cock and nuts, hoped she'd go on doing it. But she quit too soon, confirming his belief that she was cold. At least she was cold with him, damn it.
They rinsed off without another word, then stepped out of the shower to dry themselves. Both were feeling frustrated and disappointed. Tom remembered Ginger squealing with joy as Sonny fucked her, and he wondered jealously why she didn't respond like that for her husband. Ginger remembered Tom going down on June, eating her pussy expertly, and wondered angrily why he never did such things for his wife.
They marched off to the bedroom, sullen and silent, and climbed into bed. By now they were both pretty horny, in spite of all the action they'd had at the party. That little bit of naughty play in the shower had aroused them both. Finally Ginger decided that it was ridiculous to go to sleep horny and frustrated when she had a man with her. She'd give their marriage one more try.
"Tom," she said, "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I just have to tell you what I don't like about our sex life. There's never any foreplay, and it's over too fast. You don't do anything to arouse me, you just jump on me and ball me, and I'm lucky if I can even come once. Why can't you take your time, really turn me on, like you do with June and Stacy?"
There, she'd said it. Silence from Tom. Ginger trembled, wondering if he was angry, wondering if it had been a mistake to speak up. Finally Tom turned on the bedside light and looked at her. She couldn't tell if he was angry or not.
"Ginger," he said, "since you're being frank, I will be, too. I wasn't aware that you could be aroused. You've always seemed so cold in bed – no movement, no noises. I didn't see the point in going all out for somebody who didn't seem to like it."
"Oh, Tom," she sighed, "it's just because you never turned me on enough. If only we'd talked about this long ago! The solution is so easy."
"Okay, smarty pants," Tom said grimly, "if it's so easy, tell me what to do."
"Play with me," Ginger said, blushing but eager. "Just take your time and play with me – all over. You could start with my tits."
Tom certainly didn't mind that assignment. Ginger had the biggest, most beautiful jugs he'd ever seen, huge and ripe and full, creamy-pale, capped with those dainty little light pink nipples. He cupped her breasts eagerly and began to fondle them.
"Do more than that," Ginger said. "You only touch. I want your mouth and your tongue, Tom, like you do with the other women."
Tom really didn't think it would do much for his cold wife, but he obeyed, kissing her hot ripe boobs all over, then bringing out his long wet red tongue to tickle her pretty little nipples. To his surprise, Ginger flinched and gasped with sudden pleasure, showing that her nipples were plenty sensitive enough.
"Yes, that's it," she panted. "Lick my nipples, Tom, suck them."
Encouraged, Tom brought his mouth down around her soft pink left nipple and sucked it slowly in. It was the sweetest little nub he'd ever tasted, petal-soft and fragrant. He began to suck hotly and hungrily on it, soaking it with his steamy saliva, lashing it with his tongue.
"Oooaooo, yes," Ginger squealed, "yes, darling, that's very nice."
He thought maybe she was just faking it – until suddenly her soft little nub went erect and throbbing between his lips. That reaction couldn't be faked. His mouth watered with excitement as he released the stiff little bud and sucked in her other nipple. More hot sucking got it hard and bumpy in no time. Meanwhile Ginger was panting and sighing as if she really enjoyed having her tits sucked.
"Ohhhhh, Tom, that was really nice," she sighed. "That's the kind of thing I like, not just a quick fuck. It takes time to get a woman aroused."
"What else should I do?" Tom asked.
Ginger gave him a wicked look. "Let me do something to you first," she said. "That helpes turn me on too."
"Sure, go ahead," Tom said doubtfully.
Ginger had hardly even touched hits in their whole sexual scene together. He figured it was because she didn't want to, that it was pert of her coldness. He didn't believe her now when she said it would help turn her on.
Ginger was delighted to get Tom's permission to touch him. She'd waited so long for that. She looked down hungrily at his crisp brown bush, rosy brown-thatched balls, and pale blue-veined prick. Saliva rushed to her mouth. It all looked so exciting. She didn't know where to begin. Eagerly she bent over him, thrusting her face into his lap.
She laid his limp warm cock on her upturned palm, stuck out her shining pink tongue, and began to lap the soft silky meat. She'd always wanted to lick Tom's cock, and it was even more fun than she'd dreamed. She tickled her tongue around and around the satiny flaccid meat, making it gleam with her saliva, making it flop and bounce.
Tom gave a snort of surprise and pleasure. "Ginger, honey," he gasped, "I really dig that. How come you never did it before?"
"You never asked me to," Ginger replied simply.
Then she went back to noisily licking his cock.
Tom clapped a hand to his forchead. Of course!
He'd never asked her to go down on him, and Ginger, a good wife, knew he liked to call the shots. She wouldn't do anything without his permission. He'd been a Goddamned idiot. He looked down it her happily licking his soft wrinkled cock, her saliva flowing eagerly. By God, she LIKED it. She really did.
"Ummmm," Ginger murmured, "this is fun."
But licking wasn't enough. She wanted to do a lot more than that. Hoping Tom would approve, but too eager to wait for permission, she nosed down through his clean brown bush and applied her pretty pink tongue to his flaccid nut sacs, eagerly lapping, making them flop and bounce.
"Awww, Christ, yes!" Tom gasped. "Yes, lick my balls, honey. I really like that."
He lay back and watched in amazement as his "frigid" wife licked and lashed and tasted his balls like a real pro. Her slick hot tongue seemed to be all over at once, bathing his sensitive balls in fiery saliva, tickling into every fold and crease, giving him hot bunts of pleasure. He thought again what a fool he'd been not to ask her to go down on him before. But, then, he'd thought she'd be shocked and angry.
But far from that, Ginger was drooling all over his rosy soft nuts, licking and tonguing them furiously. Her flaming-red head dipped even lower, and he felt his nuts being sucked right into her boiling-hot wet mouth, both of them at once. The pleasure was dizzying.
"Awwwww!" Tom yelped. "Yeah, oh, yeah, baby, suck my balls. Man, that's great."
Ginger was glad he'd approved of her little surprise. It seemed a kind of crazy thing to do, sucking his balls right into her mouth, but the impulse was so strong, she had to obey. She mouthed the fat warm sacs, sucked them gently but steadily, stroking them with her tongue. Tom seemed to love it, moaning and sighing as she sucked.
"Oh, Jesus," he whined, "that's fantastic."
She thought maybe he was just saying that to make her feel good, but then she felt his spit-drenched balls slowly swelling up in her mouth, growing fat and taut, a reaction he couldn't fake. Soon the throbbing globes were too big to hold in her mouth, and she reluctantly released them. She dived instead for his cock.
"Ahhhhhh!" Tom gasped.
His beautiful red-haired wife had never sucked his cock before, hardly even touched it, so hewn taken by surprise when Ginger suddenly seized the soft head of his prick between her lips mid hungrily sucked the whole thing into her hot slick mouth. His dick seemed to shoot into blazing heat and soothing wetness, all the way to his swollen gleaming balls.
"Ummmm," Ginger said, her mouth stuffed with his soft throbbing meat.
It was a moment she'd dreamed of, being allowed to take her husband's handsome clean cock into her mouth, and she couldn't control her horny urge to suck like crazy. She loved the light salty taste of his prick. She drooled uncontrollably all around the soft meat and gurgled greedily as she sucked.
"Oh, Christ," Tom moaned, "that's great. Baby, I didn't know you could do that. I love it."
If only he'd had the nerve to ask her years ago to give him a blow job. All this time his modest obedient wife had been secretly dying to suck his cock, but he'd been too blind, to see it Ginger obviously wasn't faking her excitement. As her red head bounced up and down over his lap, he could feel her pooling saliva, see her lovely body flushing pink all over with arousal.
"Ummmmmm," Ginger moaned.
She got very excited when she felt Tom's cock starting to grow in her mouth. Hot cream spurted from her cunt as his little wrinkled prick suddenly twitched and lurched on her tongue, then grew long and thick and stiff. The big bulb-like head went right into her throat, but she took it eagerly, and as his cock started juicing, she greedily tasted and swallowed each drop.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, that's good," Tom gasped.
He could hardly believe it was his modest quiet wife who was taking his erect prick right down her throat, sucking his fat long cock in till his swollen balls rubbed her chin. She was every bit as good a cocksucker as Stacy and June, even better. Her boiling mouth and powerful sucking action threatened to bring him off.
"Ginger, you better quit," he panted. "I'm gonna come."
Ginger wouldn't have minded a blasting mouthful of his delicious come, but she wanted to save that beautiful hard-on for something even better, so she let his stiff gleaming cock out of her mouth, leaving it to point lewdly at the ceiling. She tongued and tickled even lower in his crotch till the pink wet tip of her tongue was running his tight asshole.
"Ginger, baby," Tom gasped, "you don't have to do that. You – AWWWWW!"
He felt her burning-hot slippery little tongue creeping right up his asshole. It felt so fantastically good, he almost shot his load. She thrust her greedy wet tongue clear to the root in his seething bumhole, tickled around, teased him, and then withdrew, grinning.
"Jesus, woman," Tom panted, "you almost brought me off. You know, honey, I always wanted you to go down on me, but I was afraid to ask."
"I was afraid to mention it, too," Ginger sighed. "We've got a lot of lout time to make up for, Tom – but it's going to be a lot of fun."
"You better believe it," Tom laughed. "Now it's my turn to do something for you, and I bet I don't even have to ask what you want. Let's see if this is it."
He eased her onto her back and drew her long shapely legs wide apart. Ginger trembled with anticipation, knowing he'd guessed what she wanted most of all. She'd waited three long years for this moment, for that delicious time when Tom would thrust his face right into her red-hot eager pussy and use his tongue on her most sensitive pans.
His thick brown hair met her copper-colored muff, and then she felt his scalding tongue snaking out to tickle the hot little bump of her clit. He did it just like she'd hoped, lashing and rimming and tonguing fast and hard. The pleasure was dizzying, and she couldn't control the burst of hot cream that gushed from her twat and soaked his face. Then his wet tickling tongue seemed to be all over her excited pussy, licking and lapping everywhere.
"Oooooooo, Tom, YES!" she wailed. "Yes, I love it! This is what I've always wanted you to do, darling. Oh, God, yes, eat my pussy!"
So it was that simple. If he'd just bothered to go down on her before they balled, he could have had the wild woman of his dreams. Tom proceeded to make up for lost time, eagerly tonguing her little red clit, her fat pink pussylips, and the gushing little mouth of her box. Ginger reacted just like he'd hoped, screaming with delight, clawing the bed, and juicing helplessly all over his face.
Then he remembered the wicked wonderful thing she'd done to him, and he wriggled his slick long tongue right up her tight pungent little asshole. Ginger shrieked and rose up in the air, crashing down again with a hoarse moan of delight. She kept moaning as he worked his tongue clear to the root in her clinging hot brownie.
"Oh, oh," Ginger wailed. "Lick my ass, yes, yessss!"
This was the Ginger of his fantasies, a completely wanton, lusty woman who writhed and moaned and creamed helplessly, who let him know in blunt words how much she liked what he was doing to her. And Tom was the lover Ginger had always wanted him to be, teasing and arousing her with a whole bag of kinky fucks till she was wild to fuck him.
"Oh, darling," she gasped, "that's enough. It's wonderful, but it's enough. I just have to have your cock in me – now!"
Tom emerged from her steamy little crotch grinning, wiping her sticky cream from his face. He easily flipped her over onto her hands and knees and urged her cute little round butt into the air. Kneeling behind her, he wedged the thick purple head of his cock into her tiny wet cunt mouth. As he pushed into her, Ginger wailed with pleasure.
"Oooooo, fuck me, yes, YES!" she shrieked.
"You bet I will, baby," Tom said gleefully. "You were telling me I never balled you long enough. Well, this time you won't walk for a week. You better settle in for a long, long session, woman."
"Great," Ginger sighed.
He wasn't kidding. He balled her steadily, hard and fast and deep, bringing her off again and again. It was just the way she'd always wanted him to fuck her, using her whole female capacity, exhausting her with pleasure. She felt he deserved a big reward, so after about her sixth orgasm she thought of a naughty surprise.
"Tom, darling," she panted, "I have an idea. Why don't you put it in my ass?"
"What?" Tom gasped.
"My asshole," Ginger panted, "fuck me in the ass."
She'd hit on his most secret fantasy, and although he feared it might hurt her, he couldn't resist trying. He whipped his cream-slick cock out of her boiling little cunt and pressed the swollen head against the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole. He pushed, and Ginger relaxed the little mouth, letting his thick hard prick ease slowly up her gripping-tight bumhole.
"Ohhhhh, Christ," Tom whined, "it's so tight. I really love it, baby. Okay with you?"
"More than okay," Ginger sighed.
The slow stuffing of her greedy little asshole by Tom's long slick cock was the most delicious thing she'd ever felt in her life. She laughed to think that just a week ago her marriage was in trouble, her husband a complete dud in bed. Now she had the hottest lover in town. There'd be others, of course she and Tom would go on swinging. But now she knew who was the best, who'd really been the best all along.