Prologue
Jeanette Wyndom watched the fire. The fingers of flame tickled the logs like a woman's touch on a man's cock. Her husband was at the bar mixing martinis.
They both looked up excitedly when a car pulled into the driveway. Ed went to the window in time to see the auto leave again.
"Just somebody turning around," he said.
Jeanette sighed and stretched out on the sofa. Ed brought her a drink.
"You know," she said. "I'm so accustomed to our parties that it seems strange to be alone with you on a Saturday night."
Ed laughed. "I feel the same way. When was the last time we spent a Saturday night alone?"
Ed sat down and Jeanette laid her head in his lap, awkwardly sipping her martini. "What would you like to do?" she asked.
He ran his cool fingertips across the bare skin of her upper tits.
"Just the two of us?" she asked.
He laughed.
She felt him pulling the shoulder straps of her gown down to bare her breasts. She shivered as his hands ran across her nipples. There was an insistent bulge in his lap behind her head. She handed him her empty glass and turned on her side. She nipped his thigh with her teeth just below the tip of his cock, which had stretched down his pant leg. She looked up at him mischievously. He was still sipping his drink.
She massaged his stiffened dick under the fabric of his trousers and it grew harder. She could see the bulge of his balls tighten as his prick jerked under her hands.
Jeanette reached up and grasped the top of his zipper. She worked it down and open. His black pubic hair protruded from his fly. As she ran her hand over his hairy belly she felt the warmth from the fireplace behind her but no sexual warmth within her. Even his hands on her nipples left her cold.
She ran her hand into his pubic curls to the base of his shaft. She grasped the rigid flesh in her fist and pulled it out of its confinement. She skinned back the tight flesh on the throbbing tool. It stood straight up at attention. She could not help but admire the stiffened mass of flesh. She dipped in again and came out with his hairy balls in her hand.
She worked her hand up and down the long column and watched the head of his cock swell with passion. She pulled it down and licked the eye of it. Ed moaned and thrust his hips up.
Jeanette rubbed her thighs together under her long gown, trying to find a matching passion within herself. Well, at least she could please him, she thought.
She stood up and let the gown fall to the floor. The fire warmed her back and ass and Ed's gaze singed, her front with the heat of his passion. He worked his trousers down below his hips and she kneeled and pulled them off.
She was on her knees, naked before him. She let her tongue track wetly up his inner thigh, stopping just before she reached his balls. He reached for her hair but she quickly withdrew and started at the other knee, licking slowly, teasingly toward his crotch.
This time she let her tongue slide between his balls and his thigh and opened her mouth. One of his huge balls filled her hot moist mouth.
She sucked his balls softly and gently, switching from one to the other. Releasing his cock, she nibbled the soft underside of it. His hands gripped her shoulders and she could smell his sexual juices. She licked a drop of fluid from the head of his cock. As her tongue licked the hot head, she could see his face, eyes closed with pleasure.
Her own passions had not been aroused however, and she let her mind wander as she sucked and stroked his prick. She reminisced about her past, both with and without Ed, trying to find the key to this boredom she felt with the man she loved.
She remembered a Saturday night ten years before, when she had first met Ed.