As they drove home that night, Terry uptight.
"Well dear," she said, "It seems that you can react alright with other women. I take it that's because you've become accustomed to fucking around with other women."
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he glared, taking his eyes off the highway a moment.
"Look out!" Terry exclaimed. "Didn't you see that car?"
A swerving car had almost struck them, and Terry was numb with fear.
"Well you started talking," he said, "It's your fault."
"My fault your ass," she said angrily. "You're loaded, and, tonight you really made a jerk of yourself. You made so much over Betty that Harold probably won't be able to live with her for the next week."
"Look," he said, "When I agreed to ball tonight, I didn't figure that you were going to be on my tail every minute."
"Well I couldn't help observing a few things," she said tightly. "For example, dear, you really outdid yourself with Betty. You put on such a performance that Betty will probably be thinking she's the sharpest chick in town."
"Well she has a tremendous way of making love," he said.
"Love?" Terry asked in a mocking voice. "What are you talking about? Betty's a nymphomaniac. She digs sex with any man she can make it with. I heard she was even having sex with the grocery delivery boy. Can you imagine such a thing?"
"Oh a lot of people do a lot of talking," George told her, keeping his eyes focused on the highway as best he could.
"Well, it's true," Terry insisted, "I got it straight from Jewel. You know her, she's that cute woman that you were making passes at last Christmas."
"Jewel doesn't know her ass from a hole in the ground," he said. "You're talking out of both sides of your mouth. Now stop it."
"Oh no," she insisted, "It's the truth. You see, Jewel was just coming over to see her and she went into the kitchen and here was this delivery boy with this box of groceries on the floor and Betty was on the table with her legs spread. At least she could think of another place of doing it beside the table."
"Now, I hope you didn't go running to Betty and tell her what Jewel said."
"Of course not," Terry laughed.
"Of course you wouldn't," he said. "You're a back stabber, baby."
"Well maybe I am," Terry said, "But at least I got a good fuck tonight, and it was refreshing to see your big old prick up there like it was when we first got married."
"Are you trying to say I'm impotent?" he demanded angrily.
"Well you are with me a lot of times," she told him.
There was a long pause, and then Terry finally said what was on her mind.
"What about that secretary Helen?" she said. "Is she still making passes at you?"
"What are you talking about?" he demanded.
"I have my spies," she said, "From the last report, she was practically pulling it out and doing things to you."
"Look," he said, "Helen is a married woman. She isn't going to want me. She gets plenty of action at home from her husband Tom."
"Oh that's a big laugh," Terry insisted. "Tom is probably the most promiscuous man in town. I've heard plenty about him from Jewel. Jewel said that he is very bold with her."
"Don't pay any attention to her," he said. "You know Jewel does a lot of talking."
"Well it's true," she explained. "People are just playing around too much these days, and to protect my interest, I had to go to this swap meet."
"So now you're trying to say that the only reason you had to go to the swap meet was because I'm playing around with my secretary Helen."
"You said it, honey," she said tightly, "I didn't. But I think it's the truth."
It was really burning him up to hear her talking like this. She was becoming more difficult every moment.
"Honey," he said, "Would you do me a big favor?"
"Well sure dear, if can," she said.
"Will you just lay off sex for a while?" he begged her.
"Why of course, darling," she said. "Does it get you uptight to talk about it?"
"I just want to forget it for a while," he said. "We had a good time tonight, let it go at that."
"Mentioning tonight," she said, "Did Betty's shaved box turn you on, dear?"
"Why do you want to know?" he said. He insisted on knowing before he would reply.
"Well because baby," she said, "If shaving my pussy would help matters, I'll shave it."
"Leave your pussy as it is," he told her. "I like it just the way it is, okay?"
"All right dear," she said softly. "I was only trying to be helpful."
She didn't say another word until they got home. When they got in bed, he hoped she wouldn't want any more sex. He was ready to go to sleep.
Mercifully, she left him alone.
The next week he was reminded of what she had said about his secretary, Helen. Helen did have a certain something going for him, he thought, and he decided he would find out if she would be interested in a swap party.
"You know Helen," he smiled, "You can streak through my office any time you want to."
"Why how generous of you," she said. "I'll do it if you will."
"Well that's not a bad idea," he said, "But, I'm afraid I'll have to have my wife along."
"Are you suggesting?" she said, "That Tom, Terry, you and I have a streak meet?"
"Well something like that," he said. "They say two is a party and four is an orgy."
"Why, George," Helen laughed, "If I didn't know you better I'd think you were suggesting we get together for one of those horrid sex parties."
"They don't have to be so horrid," he smiled at her.
She was glancing down at his bulging crotch, and she got a pretty good idea of what he wanted. Moving over toward him, she let her hands run over his cock.
"You know," she said, "you do fascinate me."
"Well thank you honey," he said. "Would you like to look at it?"
"Well," she said, "I don't exactly think this is the time and place. And like you said, Terry probably has her spies all over the place."
Just then the door opened. Miss Dean walked in and looked at the two of them. She could immediately tell that they were talking about something of a sexual nature, and she felt uneasy.
"Oh, am I butting in on something?" she asked nervously.
"No, Miss Dean," George said, "I was just talking to Helen about some business."
"Oh yes, of course," Miss Dean said. "Well the Interstate man is here to talk to you about an insurance policy."
"Tell him I'll be right out," he said. "Right out."
"Yes, of course," Miss Dean said as she turned around and slowly smiled.
Immediately Helen caught on.
"I'll bet you she's the one who is reporting things to your wife," Helen said. "It seems that you and I can't be in a room together for five minutes before I hear from Terry. She's forever phoning and asking me how things are at the office."
"That bitch," he said! "She treats me like she has a leash on me. It really burns the hell out of me. I can't feel like a free man."
"Well you're not," Helen said. "The ball and chain is showing, and it has been ever since you introduced me to Terry."
"Terry is a very jealous wife," he said. "But she has allowed me one promiscuity. I can play. So, it you'd like to join, us in our playpen, we could have some fun. You ask your husband Tom and see what he has to say."
"Well I know what Tom's reply would be," she said. "He's been trying to get me to play around with him for years. But I just haven't been interested. Men are different, I always say, than women. They are forever looking at a gorgeous female and turning on. It just isn't that way with me. That is, unless I feel something for the man."
"Well honey," George told her, "You just see if you can't rustle up some feeling for me this week, for I sure would like to ball you."
"You'd better go take care of that insurance man," she said.
"All right," George agreed. "But think it over, because baby, I'd sure like to eat you."
Helen gasped.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me," he smiled as he strode out of the room quickly to keep his appointment with the insurance man.
At the end of the day, after Miss Dean had gone, Helen remained with him.
"Helen," he asked, "Have you given some thought to what I was talking about?"
"Yes I have," she said. "And perhaps am a little puritanical. Maybe I need some exposure. Maybe this swap meet would be just the thing."
"I think it would help you," he said. "You are a little too shy. You need some adventure."
It was obvious to him what the score was. She really wanted him, just as Terry had suspected. He really had to hand it to his wife and her female intuition.
"Let me know tomorrow," he said.
That night, when he went home to Terry, she was really excited.
"Oh you asked her," she said, "I am so eager to have something to do with Tom. I hear he's just tremendous."
"Who told you?" he asked.
"I told you dear," she laid. "I have my spies. And the whole spy network would break down if I leaked who it was."
"Oh I wouldn't want that to happen," he said. "You couldn't live if you didn't have your spies checking on me, could you?"
"No," she admitted.
When they went to bed that night she smiled at him and requested, "Could we sleep in the nude?"
"Why should we?" he said.
"Because I want to suck you off," she said.
"Would you let me sleep in peace?" he asked.
"Oh, I've got that hungering for you honey," she said. "Why don't we do a sweet sixty-nine?"
"I want to sleep," he exclaimed.
"No baby," she said, as she began removing her clothes.
As he got a look at his wife's beautiful bosoms, and glanced down at her shaved box, he realized she would go to any lengths to turn him on.
"Well I see you shaved it," he said.
"Yes I did, dear," she smiled. "Doesn't it look delicious?"
"Well, I'll be honest," he said. "It does."
As he lay in the bed naked, his wife straddled him. She pressed her pussy down over his face, as she moved down to seize his penis.
Once more George was limp. He had had a couple of drinks at dinner and he just didn't feel like sex at this moment. Nevertheless, when he felt his wife's tongue licking around his asscheeks, he realized that Terry was determined to turn him on.
She parted his buns quickly and let her tongue slip between until it was sliding up his asshole.
She pulled on his pecker at the same time. He was getting excited, and he couldn't turn it off.
"Oh baby," he groaned, "You're turning me on. That feels great."
Terry was exciting him.
Pressing her pussy over his mouth, he gripped her asscheeks and let his tongue lash along her shaved box. He loved the fact that she would do this for him. Maybe Terry wasn't such a bad wife after all. He didn't know if he cared to share her with Tom, or not.
His hands massaged her buttocks, and he pulled her tighter to him until his hot tongue was stabbing into her pussy.
Licking the walls of her velvety vagina, he became stimulated as he felt her moistening.
"Eat me," she said as she pulled her tongue out of his asshole. "Eat my pussy baby."
He began licking her there and got more and more excited.
Now, she was slipping her mouth over the head of his penis shaft and sucking vigorously. He loved the sensation, and he got rock-hard.
Terry was proud of herself, figuring that she had saved her husband from a life of impotency by providing her own style of sexual therapy.
His tongue continued darting inside of her juicy box, and now she was having multiple climaxes. He slid a finger up her tight asshole which excited her even more.
"Oh baby," she groaned as she slid off his dick for a moment. "You've never loved me like this. Oh eat me, eat my pussy."
Slipping her mouth back over his cock, she continued sucking. It didn't take Terry long to learn that if she focused her action on the head of his penis shaft she could create a wonderful suction. It wouldn't be much longer now, until she had him shooting his wad in her mouth. This was what she wanted.
Her fingers massaged his balls as she sucked on the head of his penis.
They went at each other like animals in heat. Their sweaty bodies slapped together as he ate her pussy and she sucked his cock.
Nibbling her clit, brought more juice into his mouth and he rammed his dick hard down her throat. The rapid-fire thrusts stimulated her and suddenly she felt him juicing.
Her cheeks sucked in as she devoured his sperm. He loved the fact Terry didn't want to spit it out. She wanted to swallow it and this excited him more.
Her hands held his ass and squeezed as she sucked the juice out of his cock.
They stayed in this position until they had drained each other. Then, slowly Terry slid her mouth off his pecker. She got off him as he slipped his tongue out of her twat.
Terry lay beside him and let one leg slip between his.
"Oh, George honey," she said, "I don't know what happened, but ever since we went and had sex with Betty and Harold, you've been so much better."
"Right on lover. I've even arranged for Tom and Helen to make it with us this weekend," he said.
"Oh that sounds marvelous," she responded. "We are liberated. I don't feel guilty about it, do you?"
"I sure as hell don't," he told her. "This is really living, baby. We can step out but we don't have to cheat."
"Yes dear," she said. "Neither of us has to have any jealousy. You know of course that I was only happy when you and Betty hit it off so well. You know I wasn't jealous, don't your?"
The anxiety she expressed by asking the question revealed that she was indeed considerably jealous. Her husband knew better than to say what he was thinking.
"Why of course you weren't jealous, honey," he said. "That's why it's so much fun to have a good time with you. You're a good sport."
"Thank you dear," she said. "I do love you so much."
He wrapped his arms around her and told her, frankly that, "These swap meets might save our marriage. There comes a time, baby, when anybody gets into a monotonous pattern. I guess it's only normal to get bored now and then with each other. After all, you can't jump into bed with the same person year in and year out without wishing for a little variety."
"I know just what you mean, darling," she said. "Women are no different from men on that point. Except they've had to suppress it. Many times I've looked at a horny guy and wished I could fuck him. Just like you look at a gorgeous chick, I'm sure, and wish you could go to bed with her."
"It's wonderful to be honest about things," George told his wife. "Because that's just the way I felt. When some of these gorgeous young chicks apply for jobs at the office, I can't help notice them. I look at their legs, my eyes sweep over their bosoms, and those fresh young faces really excite me. I want to tell them what it's all about with my tongue."
"Of course you do dear," she said, "And now you know how I feel when I want to have a young stud stabbing his pecker into my pussy. I want to have him filling it up, thrusting back and forth, and shooting a great big juicy load of that creamy white stuff up my gaping vagina."
"I understand," George gulped, finding it almost impossible to comprehend that his wife was as horny as he was.
"Does it make you think I have a dirty mind?" she said, "That I feel the same things you feel for the opposite sex?"
"Sure baby," he chuckled, "And it's good."