His penis was flipping over her cunt. She loved the feeling of it there. He smiled strangely at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
"I just had a kooky idea," he laughed.
"Tell me," she said. "What were you thinking about?"
"Oh I was just thinking," he chuckled, "How much fun it would be to fuck your asshole."
"Nobody's ever done it by the back door," she said. "Do you want to try it?"
"Would you let me, Terry?" he asked like a small boy eager to open a birthday gift.
"Well if you'd like to so much, I guess you could," she said.
"That's great, honey," he said. "You know, my wife Betty is a great screw, but there are some things she won't let me do I've wanted to ass fuck her for years, but she won't let me."
"Oh, that's too bad," she said. "I think it's fun to experiment, try everything."
"So do I," he agreed quickly.
He went to the bathroom and searched for some lubrication. Finding some baby oil, he returned.
"I could use this on my prick," be said, pouring some of the contents of the bottle into his hand and massaging his penis.
When his penis glistened, he walked back to her.
"Are you sure you know how to do this?" Terry asked.
"Sure baby," he told her. "I tried it once when I was overseas at a whore house."
"You haven't done it since then?" Terry laughed.
"I couldn't find any woman who would let me do it," he explained.
Terry wondered if she was doing the right thing.
"Now honey," he explained as he got on her, "you can just throw your legs over my shoulders and I'll slide it in there."
He knelt below her, and she threw her legs over his shoulders. Ever so gently, he slid his cock into her tight asshole. It moved smoothly for a while, then it came to the tight anal opening and he had to use plenty of force.
"Hang tight," he said as he slammed into her asshole.
"Oh Harold," she groaned in pain. "You're killing me. Stop it."
By now Harold was drilling in and out in a smooth regular rhythm. The pain had disappeared and had been replaced by an erotic kind of pleasure that she had never experienced before.
"How do you like it?" he smiled knowingly.
"Oh that feels good," she said, "Real good, baby."
He continued pumping his pecker into her. She was becoming more and more stimulated.
"Oh baby," he groaned, "That feels fantastic. Come on sweetheart, fuck it."
Feeling her grind her hips around, he realized she was enjoying it too. Reaching forward, he gave her a vigorous breast massage while he fucked her asshole.
"You're a good fuck," Harold said. "I like good fucks."
Terry was delighted to have this great big sliding penis pushing into her. Whether he was driving into her mouth, or slipping it up her asshole, it pleased Terry. She just wanted to feel that cock in her.
She could hardly wait for the moment when he would slip it into her pussy.
"Fuck it!" he gasped. "Fuck. Come on, baby, fuck it."
Terry realized he wanted her to press forward. She shoved her ass forward, and ground her hips around.
"Oh, just like that!" he moaned. "Yes, baby, that's what I like. Fuck it!"
Terry was giving him a tight ass fuck and he was turned on all the way.
"Beautiful baby," he moaned excitedly, "Yes. That's the way I like to get it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck me."
As he became more intensely excited, his fingertips pinched her nipples. He was hurting her now, and seemed to enjoy it. His eyes were glazed with sexual lust and he was oblivious to any pain she might feel. His own pleasure came first.
"Fuck off," he grunted as he rammed into her asshole, "Oh, fuck off, baby!"
A couple more thrusts and their climax came. His hot white juice exploded high up her rectum.
"Grind it!" he demanded. "Grind your ass around, honey."
She twisted her body, and he continued stabbing into her.
"Oh yes," he moaned. "Fuck just like."
Her tight ass muscles squeezed his penis, milking the juice out of it.
When he had finished shooting, she released her grip on his tool. He eased himself out of her asshole.
She looked at his dripping-with-cum cock and smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" Harold asked.
"That splashing pecker of yours," she chuckled. "I really enjoy seeing it."
"I take it you're not getting enough action from that husband of yours," he said as he lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed.
"That's the truth," Terry said. "I can't run away from it. I don't know whether it's me that he can't respond to, or what, but George isn't giving what I need."
"That's too bad," Harold said. "I really hate to hear it. I know how a woman needs a good fucking every now and then. I keep Betty happy, and it's good. When we have a good fuck, it pulls us together."
"I know," Terry said sadly, "That's what's pulling us apart. George and I just can't make it. I thought maybe Betty could pull something out of him I couldn't. Maybe we're mismated or something."
"Do you think he's impotent?" Harold asked her bluntly.
"I don't think so," she told him. "I really don't know, but I'll admit that when we first were married he gave me fantastic screws. He could always get it up there and he wanted me to do everything. I would suck him and let him stab it up my pussy, and one time he even tried ass fucking me. But he wasn't particularly fond of it, and didn't try it again."
"That was too bad," he said. "I have seen this happen so often. A guy and a gal get married, and it works beautifully the first two or three years, then something happens, the guy just can't seem to cut it anymore."
"I don't know whether it's his work, or whether it's me."
Harold snuffed out his cigarette, and then he looked at her directly.
"I hate to tell you this, Terry," he said, "but, frankly it might not be his work, or you. It might be somebody else."
"You mean another woman?" Terry said.
"Right on," he said. "Let's face it. There are a lot of women hungry for a man. With an office full of cute secretaries, I can imagine how he might be tempted. He's only human."
"I thought of that too," Terry said, "And you might be right. But I've never been able to trap him."
"Well after tonight," he said, "Maybe I can tell you what Betty finds out. If she won't tell you, I can. She tells me everything."
"I'm so glad that you will," Terry told him, "Because I've got to find out. If it's me, I'll learn whatever is needed to make him happy. I really dig him."
"Of course you do, baby," he smiled. "If you didn't you wouldn't have married him."
At this point, Harold's hands were all over her.
"Honey," he said, "how about letting me give you another screw? I could use another fuck."
"Oh Harold," she said, her voice choked with emotion, "You don't know how good it is to see that great big cock of yours."
"Honey, you seem starved for sex," be said, as he straddled her and dangled his dick over her pussy.
Reaching out, Terry seized his pecker.
"I'll guide it in," she said eagerly.
"If you want to," Harold said, amused over bow eager she was to feel him pushing into her.
Slowly she guided his penis into her pussy. She clamped on tight with her cunt muscles and massaged it vigorously.
Harold was happy to see how much she enjoyed him. His wife Betty was a good fuck but she wasn't this hot for it.
"Fuck me," he smiled. "Fuck me, baby. I'll just let you do the work."
He rolled over and let Terry have top position. He gripped her asscheeks as she grabbed his cock with her cunt muscles and became the aggressor.
He loved the sight of her breasts brushing over his chest as his hands continued grasping her asscheeks. He jabbed it to the left and Terry swung her hips to the right.
"Fuck me," he panted. "Fuck baby, fuck. Now you're grinding, baby, come on, fuck it."
She loved the feel of his hot hands on her buttocks – guiding her and squeezing her as she fucked away. More than that, she loved being on top. It gave her a feeling of power, of domination.
"Oh you've got such a great cock," she said, "It's so wonderful to feel it inside of me."
"You're a great fuck yourself," he told her. "Don't think you're not. It's wonderful fucking you, baby."
Their sweaty bodies slapped against each other as they continued screwing. Terry soon decided to slide up and down on his prick.
"I want to feel that cock of yours," she said. "Oh, that's nice, honey."
He was grinning now as she went to town on his cock.
"I like it when you do all the work, Terry," he said. "That's the way."
He sensed his thrusting cock in her pussy, and knew it was near pay-off time.
Reaching up, he played with her breasts as she fucked him.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way I want it. Fuck it."
Harold lay back and shut his eyes as she squeezed his cock and massaged it.
"You're doing a great job, honey," he told her. "Just keep that up."
His hands reached up and he stroked her thighs and gripped her asscheeks as she continued vigorously fucking him.
For a moment he thought Terry was doing him better than Betty, but he didn't want to think about that. He had made an agreement that they would enjoy a different playmate now and then, as long as the other knew about it. But they also agreed not to let it get serious.
Nevertheless, the tug of her pussy on his pecker was so pleasurable that he was finding it difficult not to compare Betty's fuck with hers.
Perhaps it was the enthusiasm that Terry was putting into her fucking that made it seem so wonderful. All he knew at this point was that she was doing it effectively.
"Fuck," he panted, "Fuck baby, that's it. Keep fucking."
She continued, grinding her hips around and grasping his slippery cock. He loved the sensations.
"Oh," he groaned, "Yes baby. That's the way I want you to do it."
She continued pumping her pussy up and down on his pecker. He was playing with her breasts now.
"Bend over," he smiled. "Let me lick them."
She bent over, and his mouth moved forward as he sucked her nipples.
"Oh, Harold," she moaned, "I love it when you lick me. Oh honey, keep doing me!"
Harold continued licking her nipples, lightly nibbling.
This triggered her pussy to more action. She gripped him tightly now, and fucked fast and furious.
Harold jabbed into her with sudden hard thrusts as he exploded.
"Oh baby, I'm cumming," he panted, "I'm juicing, baby."
The hot splash of sperm stimulated her. This she couldn't get from her husband, but this was what she needed.
She pumped her pussy vigorously, squeezing, milking the juice out of his pecker.
"Fuck off!" she panted. "Fuck off, baby."
As the steady stream of hot white cum shot into her, she felt herself juicing at the same time. This stimulated her all the way.
"Ah," she groaned in delight, "Yes baby, more. Keep fucking."
The pecker continued jabbing into her, and she drew her legs up to give full entrance.
"Wow!" she panted. "What a fuck!"
She didn't pull off for a moment, but wanted to stay in the same position with the penis into her. Harold, however, was starting to wilt.
Finally, she slid off him. She lay beside him. He wrapped his arms around her lovingly, and softly stroked her breasts.
"Have you been to a doctor about it?" he asked her.
"I haven't gone to one," she said, "Because it's too embarrassing. George says the reason he can't get a hard-on with me is because he is overworked."
"Well," Harold said quietly, "It's hard to know what to do. He might be playing around, or he might be exhausted. Or, maybe you two just don't click. It would be hard for me to understand why he wouldn't want to fuck you. You've got a lot, to offer baby, and there's no reason in the world why he shouldn't give you a good screwing."
As they lay together, she felt the temptation to play with the dangling packer between his legs. It was now obvious to Harold why Terry had been so eager to swap spouses. He could remember when Betty first hinted that Terry was horny for him. Now that he had gotten into bed with her, he realized how right his wife had been.
She went on playing with his pecker, reaching down to massage his balls.
"Well I can tell you this," he told her, "It has been wonderful to get into bed with a woman who really appreciates me."
"Oh, I'm sure Betty appreciates you too," she said.
"Not as much as you do," he admitted.
"Is that right?" Terry winked.
"Yes," he said. "She's started taking me for granted, and that's bad."
She continued massaging his penis back to life, and agreed. Reaching down she cupped his balls in her hand, and then gently tugged and squeezed them.
"You've got a lot to offer," she said. "How long are you?"
"Eight inches," he told her proudly.
"Eight inches of swollen cock," she said. "How many times have you been able to shoot in one night?"
"Well all, night long," he explained, "I got off about nine times once."
"Nine times," she said. "That is fantastic. Was it with Betty?"
"Hell no," he laughed. "That was when I was in high school I couldn't make it nine times now."
"Oh, I see," she smiled.
"You know a man is sexiest around fifteen to seventeen," he said.
"That's too bad," Terry observed. "Right when a kid can't get his rocks off legitimately, he wants it the most."
"Well, isn't that life?" he said. "Just when you want something the most, that's when you have the most trouble. It sure is ironic."
"You can say that again," she said. "When I married George, I figured I was going to get a real stud. He played around plenty in college, you know, and I figured he was one man who could always keep me sexually satisfied. He's real, good when he can get it up, but here is the problem. He isn't able to get it up, and keep it up until he shoots. Sometimes we've been up for hours to get the thing off."
"That must be very discouraging," he said. "Have you tried blowing him to get it going?"
"I've sucked on it," she said, sadly, "Until I was bored."
"Maybe you and I should get together now and then, without telling George and Betty about it." Harold suggested.
"I'm so glad you said that," Terry exclaimed.
"I was hoping you'd catch on. I need you – and maybe you need some variety too. We could meet at one of those fuck motels. Then nobody would have to know about it."
"Not a bad idea," he said. "Not bad at all. But you can never tell Betty, or she will make a big fuss."