Chapter 3

The first part of the dinner with Harry and Helen Brown went well enough for Sue. The hot glow in her overused pussy kept her basking in an odd contentment that she'd never known before. She was only half-present at the dinner. The greater part of her mind was reliving what had happened between her and Ted, in their bedroom only an hour before.

Sue's mind was split. Or, at least, there was a growing split between her mind and her body. Up until now, by careful regulation of how much she let herself feel when Ted fucked her, there had been no conflict. Her mind still hung onto the principles of wifely virtue her mother had taught her. Sex is a duty, and even a joy-just don't move!

Now her body knew better. Sue shuddered every time she remembered the incredible sensations Ted had wrung from her writhing, cock-stuffed cunt. Hell, her whole body! From head to toe she had throbbed and glowed. Her body certainly was willing, it was her mind that hung back.

The problem might not have existed if it hadn't been for Ted's brutal, savage behavior before the Big Fuck. His crude abuse of her reinforced that part of her mind that told her sexual abandon was wrong, animal-like.

Yet, deep down inside, a small, dark part of Sue's mind thrilled to the way she had been used and humiliated, told her that was why she had been so turned on. But she refused to listen. That snickering little voice was the worst kind of subversion.

The more Sue thought about what had happened, the more upset she became. Something was happening she didn't really understand. One moment she hated Ted for what he had done to her, the next she loved him. It really depended on what she was feeling from her gratified cunt for the moment. When she squirmed just so on her chair, her battered pussy lips became intensely aware of one another, rubbing wetly and sensitively together. Then her whole body glowed. More subversion, the thoroughly Christian part of her mind whispered nastily in her ear.

Sue tried to get her mind off her troubles by taking part in the conversation at the table. That was a mistake. If anyone could have made her feel more confused, it was Harry and Helen Brown.

She wondered how such a crude man like Harry Brown could have risen to a position of any prominence in the company he and Ted worked for. Worse yet, what did Ted see in him? Sue's husband obviously greatly admired Harry.

Harry saw that Sue was looking at him across the table. He looked back, openly admiring her body. Sue felt a slow flush mount from her neck, heating her face as Harry's eyes lingered for seemingly endless moments on the white swell of her cleavage. She began to hate herself for having worn such a low-cut dress. But she'd been feeling so sensual after the Big Fuck, that she couldn't resist.

"So ... you two, have been married a year," Harry rumbled. He made it sound almost like an accusation. Harry turned to Ted. "Some wife you got," he said, grinning. "No wonder it took you so long to open the door when we showed up at your place tonight. A little anniversary nookie, right?"

Harry guffawed loudly. Sue's blush turned an angry red.

What was worse, Helen reminded her of it. "You blush just like a bride," she said. The words were intended to be friendly, but they were horribly embarrassing to Sue. She looked fixedly down at the table.

"Hey, you didn't blush when you were a bride," Harry said loudly to Helen. "Jesus, I thought you were going to rip my pants off on our wedding night!"

Both Harry and Helen laughed. Sue was mortified. She saw heads turn, people look their way disapprovingly. This was a very nice restaurant, quiet and fashionable. Harry stood out like a frog in a punch bowl.

He was a big man, powerfully built. His face was good-looking enough, but there was a harshness about it, almost a brutality that bothered Sue. When he looked at her, sometimes she was repelled, sometimes she was attracted. This ambivalence only added to her confusion.

Helen was big too, a tall, lushly built redhead, with impressive breasts and a strong but well-curved frame. She made Sue nervous too, the frank, open, even speculating way she looked at her. Not the kind of people to be spending her anniversary dinner with, she decided.

Helen shot right back at Harry. "Hell, if I hadn't ripped 'em off they'd have ripped by themselves. With what you were carrying around inside 'em, I don't know how you ever managed to stand up straight."

More lusty laughing. Sue noticed that Ted was joining in it loudly. He was plastered. Sue also noticed he was spending a lot more time looking at Helen than at Harry. "He's practically drooling!" Sue thought to herself. For the first time since she'd been married, she began to grow jealous.

It didn't help when Helen dropped her napkin in Ted's lap, apparently by accident. But was it an accident when she insisted in reaching down for it herself? Sue, her eyes popping with disbelief, saw her husband's face grow red and strained as Helen's hand fumbled around in his lap. Helen giggled.

"They're drunk," Sue told herself, "But there's a limit."

No wonder Ted was looking at Helen, the way she was dressed. She was wearing a lace dress, the shortest lace dress Sue had ever seen. But its length wasn't what made it remarkable. The lace was fairly open-work, with big gaps between the material. And Helen was obviously not wearing any underwear. None at all. It was easy to tell, because once, one of her nipples actually worked its way through an opening in the heavy lace. A pink little fleshy button staring insolently from the looped white material. Everybody saw it, especially Ted. Sue thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head. Helen saw what had happened and shrugged her body. The nipple popped back inside, barely out of sight.

When dinner was over and the two couples stood up to leave, Sue saw, with a further shock, that Helen wasn't wearing any panties, either. The faint shading of her pubic hair glowed through the lace, a hint of red, like the hair on her head. Only this wasn't head hair. Every male eye in the room was on Helen, notably Ted's. She saw him swallow nervously, his gaze moving up and down between Helen's tits and crotch.

"So that's the way he is!" Sue thought furiously. "He forces his damned perversions on me, then goes right out and acts like a kid around some ... some whore!"

Strong words, but Sue felt that way at that moment. She was afraid she might blurt them out. Not wanting to make a fool of herself, she mumbled, "Excuse me," and sprinted for the ladies' room. The strain in her voice was obvious. The three remaining members of the dinner party looked at one another with raised eyebrows.

"Uh ... see you two apes later," Helen said, and turned to follow Sue.

Sue was dabbing at her eyes, staring into the ladies' room mirror when Helen came in. "Oh, no!" she thought. "Won't she just leave me alone?"

But Helen was no longer her hard, brazen mocking self. "What's the matter, kid?" she asked in a gentle voice Sue would never have expected from her.

"I.. . I.. ." Sue choked out. Kindness was the wrong thing at that moment, from the standpoint of self control. She would have preferred Helen to insult her, so she could fight back. But she couldn't. Sue started sobbing openly.

She felt Helen's hand on her shoulder. She wanted to pull away, she wanted to hate the other woman, but there was something very comforting about the touch of a human hand, when her whole world seemed in whirling confusion.

"The first wedding anniversary's a hard one," Helen told her. "You just can't help suddenly dredging up all kinds of things that have happened during that first year, things you didn't want to think of at the time, because they might have upset the cart."

"It's not anything like that," Sue sobbed. It's just that . . . well . . . Ted and I, this evening, we . . . ." Why was she telling this to Helen of all people, Sue wondered. She forced herself to close her mouth. But Helen had already picked up enough signals.

"It's sex, isn't it?" Helen asked bluntly. "I guessed that at dinner, the way you were acting, and the way Ted was, well.. . looking at me."

"You didn't do anything to discourage it!" Sue burst out. There . . . she'd said it!

"Don't get me wrong, honey," Helen said calmly. "I like being looked at. Hell, I like the whole game! I like being looked at, touched, I love being fucked! I don't know what your actual problem is. You look sexy enough, but I kind of suspect, honey, that you try a little too hard. You hold a hell of a lot back. Maybe you might try to let go a little."

"That's just what Ted says," Sue sobbed. "That I'm .. . that I'm .. ."

"Uh-uh. Don't even use the word," Helen said emphatically. "Shit, honey, I don't think I've ever met a woman who was really frigid. It's just a matter of letting go and being turned on. And it takes a man to do that for you. Unless women turn you on more?"

Sue looked up, appalled. "Oh, no!" she protested. "It's nothing like that!" What was that she saw in Helen's eyes. Amusement? Or was it invitation? Impossible. Not after the way she'd seen Helen vying for the attention of men.

Blushing, she covered up her confusion by saying more than she wanted to. "It's just that Ted, well.. . wants me to do things I don't think are right."

Sue became a little angry when Helen laughed. Didn't she know how important this all was? "Look, honey," the big redhead said more kindly. "There's nothing that feels good that isn't right. Jesus, give in a little! That man of yours looks like a pretty sexy guy. Let him share it with you!"

"I... I. .. can we go now?" Sue said firmly. This was getting out of hand. Still, as she followed Helen out the door, she looked at the big redhead with a little more respect. She might not be the kind of woman Sue herself would want to be, but she certainly wasn't as crude and unfeeling as she'd appeared at first. What was she doing married to an animal like Harry Brown?

Then it occurred to her that maybe Harry wasn't as awful as he seemed, impossible as that was to believe.

The last thought that occurred to her was that maybe Ted, her own husband wasn't so terrible either. Maybe she should make an effort, try to do what he wanted to in the bedroom. He'd certainly shaken her up today.

But then Sue remembered some of the awful things he'd tried to get her to do before. Her stomach heaved. No! Never! she promised herself.

Harry Brown paced his living room nervously. Despite the enormous amount he'd had to drink with dinner, he was reasonably steady on his feet. Harry prided himself on his ability to hold his liquor.

"That damned Ted Brown probably passed out before he got home," he chuckled, remembering how they'd had to help him into the car outside the restaurant. Sue had had to do the driving. "He's not gonna be doing any more anniversary fucking tonight."

Fucking Sue. "Jesus!" he exclaimed loudly, remembering Sue's lush young curves. And she looked so innocent! Like Ted hadn't quite taught her to fuck yet. "Jesus!" he muttered again. If he ever got his chance at that sweet little piece, she'd learn all there was about fucking in just a few hot, sweaty hours.

How he'd like to sink his cock in that gorgeous little doll! Harry licked his lips as he remembered her big, solid-looking tits, that tight ass. But most of all, that lovely, innocent face framed in all that blonde hair. Blonde and blue-eyed.

He heard a chuckle from behind him, from Helen, who had been undressing in the bedroom. "You're thinking about getting in Sweet Sue's pants, aren't you, you dirty old man?" she said.

Harry turned to see his wife standing in the bedroom doorway. She had on a robe, open in the front, showing red bikini panties and a matching brassiere. Her tits billowed out over the tight top of the bra. The material strained to hold her ripe flesh imprisoned.

"God!" Harry burst out. "You look like your gonna pop right outa them clothes!" He stepped forward, one hand closing tightly around a full round breast. He squeezed hard.

"You might as well forget it," Helen said with a tone of finality.

"Huh?" Harry spluttered disbelievingly.

"I said, you might as well forget about getting into Sweet Sue's juicy little cunt. I had a talk with her. It sounds like she's not much into fucking. I get the idea even her handsome young hubby has trouble enough getting his."

Helen broke free of the hand pawing her tit. She went over to the liquor cabinet and poured two glasses half-full of gin. She dodged artfully, managing not to spill any of the gin as Harry tried to goose her from behind. Her ass made a beautiful target. The red panties were cut so low that several inches of cleavage showed above the tight waistband.

Harry sighed in relief as he took the glass his wife handed him. "Whew! For a moment I thought you were saying I couldn't fuck you tonight." Tipping his head back, he drank almost half the gin in the glass in one long gulp. "Aaaaahhhh."

Helen looked appraisingly at her husband while he was busy with his drink. A damned good-looking man! He stood, feet wide apart, looking powerful, a little shorter than he looked, because most of his weight was above the waist. Broad shoulders, a big head set on a thick, muscular neck .. . and a pair of pants bulging with a cock and balls she'd learned to love. God, could he fuck!

Helen and Harry had met in high school. He'd been the big football hero. The first time he'd fucked her, a worshipping girl four years younger than him, he'd acted like a wild ape. But Helen knew a good tiling when she saw it. At fourteen, she'd been fucking for a year. Something about Harry's crude vitality told the precocious young girl that this was the man for her. And she'd been right. No regrets. She'd had to really be crafty to win him away from the horde of older girls after him, but after four years of effort, she'd nailed him. Twenty years of good fucking lay behind them. But most of all, she'd married a man who really enjoyed life, a man who shared her zest for excitement and challenge.

He made a good living, too. Two years of junior college hadn't turned him into any genius, but he had the smarts to do well in the computer course. And now, after a long hard grind, he was head of his department at a medium-sized data processing company. They had money in the bank, they had their own home, the future looked good.

Yes, she'd been lucky. Lucky and a good lay. If she hadn't been able to hold her husband's interest in the bedroom, she had little doubt one of the admiring key-punch operators at work would have snatched him away long ago. The lecherous bastard hired only the most beautiful girls. No doubt he'd done a little hole-punching at work himself, but Helen didn't mind, not as long as he came home.

And then, there was this new thing she and Harry had been talking about-swapping. Changing partners with other couples. They'd been married long enough for some of the excitement to have gone out of their lovemaking. Helen had been careful not to fuck any other men so far. She didn't want to take a chance on losing Harry.

But they had been talking about swapping as a possible way to institutionalize extra-marital sex. "If we were both getting it at the same time," Harry had said thoughtfully, "maybe it wouldn't bother either of us. Hell.. . maybe it'd be a fucking ball!"

"Yeah .. . but we'd have to promise each other not to go out and do it on our own," Helen had replied cautiously. "We'd have to make it into an event we could control."

So far nothing had been done. But now ... Helen was getting an idea. She looked thoughtfully up at Harry as she sprawled out on the sofa. The robe fell away from her smooth-skinned thighs.

Harry, belching from the booze he'd just poured down, stared at his beautiful wife. Her cleavage burst enticingly out of the top of the tight red bra. Her panties were sucked so far up into her crotch, he could see little tufts of red pussy hair peeking out. His cock stirred in his pants, he didn't know whether it was from thinking about fucking Sue, or looking at his wife. Maybe both, he thought, as he stared down at his wife's nylon-covered pussy mound.

"Is that the truth?" he muttered absentmindedly, his eyes still on the vee of his wife's crotch. "I mean, about poor Ted not getting any from that gorgeous little hunk he's married to?"

"Oh, I suppose he gets it all right," Helen answered. "But I doubt it's very hot stuff." Helen's pussy began to grow warm as she saw her husband looking at her crotch. Harry sat down on the edge of the sofa, next to her.

"How'd you learn all this? In bed with Ted?" he asked suspiciously. He started running one hand up the inside of her calf, then tickled lightly with his fingernails in the sensitive spot behind her knee.

"You jerk!" Helen hissed, kicking out at his stomach, but not hard enough to make him move away. Goose-pimples were playing over her flesh as he continued tickling her knee. "You know I don't fuck around," she said. Then her expression became calculating. "I wonder what it would be like to get fucked by a good-looking young stud like Ted?" she mused aloud.

"You mean, instead of with a hairy old animal like me?" Harry rumbled. He dug his fingernails into the firm muscles just above Helen's knee. Her face twisted with pain. "Is that it?" he demanded. "But you gotta admit, where the hell are you gonna find another man who screws you as well as I do?"

Harry dug his fingers in deeper, making Helen squeal with agony. "EEEEEE! Stop it! You know I love the way you fuck, Harry, honey," she replied.

Harry tightened his grip, grinning cruelly. "Aren't I hung good enough for you?" he demanded.

"Ooohhhhh ... all right, you animal! You've got a cock like a horse! Now let go!"

Chuckling to himself, Harry relaxed his iron grip on his wife's smooth leg. "Damned right," he said, pouring down the rest of his drink. "Built like a horse, fuck like a goat."

He looked carefully at his wife's face, sensing from the provocative droop of her eyelids that she wanted to fuck. The scene that had just taken place between them was one of their little games. A search for the dividing line where pain changes to pleasure. Helen was obviously turning on.

Harry wondered if he'd foul things up if he asked any more questions about Sue. He was suddenly sure he wanted to fuck the young blonde. Would Helen go along with it?

He let his hand wander over the fleshy warmth of her inner thighs. He stared at her cuntal mound again. But his mind was still on Sue. If what Helen had said was right, maybe he'd be doing both Sue and Ted a favor. He had no doubt that a night with him would teach the innocent young wife all any woman needed to know about sex. And maybe it was time for Ted to take another step up in the ladder at work. Programmer, maybe.

Hmmmmmm ... how would Helen react? He moved his fingers up her leg, finally pressing them tightly against her crotch. He pressed one finger down harder than the rest, driving the red nylon of the panties into the fleshy crevice beneath. It never hurt to turn the old girl on a little when he wanted something. He watched Helen's body quiver as he worked his finger deeper into the nylon-padded slit of her cunt.

Immediately he was able to feel the wet heat of her snatch. The red nylon turned darker as Helen's cuntal juices welled up, soaking the thin material. "Jesus, but you're a hot bitch!" Harry snorted. His cock swelled a little harder inside his pants.

"Oh, yes ... am I ever!" Helen moaned. She spread her long legs wider. The narrow red crotch-band of the panties barely covered the broad lips of her cunt. A rounded mound of hairy flesh appeared on one side. "Are you going to do something about it?"

"Yeah," he said thickly. "I'm gonna fuck you." He was still massaging her half-hidden pussy lips when he got an idea. "You're thinking about Ted Benton, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.

Helen looked startled, then a rueful smile tugged at her lips. "And you're thinking about Sweet Sue."

Harry's fingers stopped their busy work at Helen's crotch. "You nailed me," he admitted.

Helen reached down and urged Harry's fingers back into motion. She sighed as she felt his fingers dig into her cunt flesh again, scraping lightly over her tender clit through the nylon. "I've been thinking, Harry," she said, "about that swapping thing. About us fucking other people, together, of course."

"Yeah?" Harry said thickly. "You'd really like to get your hands on Ted's cock, wouldn't you?" He said it only half-heartedly. He was busy working his finger underneath the leg-band of Helen's red panties. He eased it into the river of juices flowing from her hot slick pussy slit. His fingertip slid smoothly up toward her already stiffening clit, then circled the turgid little sex-bud lazily.

"Aaaaahhhh," Helen moaned from deep in her throat. Her hips arched up off the couch, thrusting her cunt against his finger. Her hands massaged her own tits through the material of her bra. Lips parted, she sighed sensually. Then she felt Harry's finger slide down from her throbbing clit and ram up into her tight clasping pussy. All the way, until she felt his palm press hard against her pussy mound, the soft inner folds of her cunt sliding out of the way.

"Ooooohhhhh . .. honey!" she moaned.

"Maybe that's a good idea!" Harry said excitedly, while he finger-fucked his moaning wife. "Maybe Ted and Sue would be the right ones to start with! Jesus, it'd be a hell of a lot of fun, too. A real challenge to get those two in bed. I can't think of anybody that'd be harder to make than Sue!" Nor anybody he'd rather, either, Harry added silently to himself.

"Okay, Harry. Anything you say," Helen panted. Great! The big ox probably thought it was his own idea. That'd make his ego easier to get along with.

Harry pushed another finger up into Helen's cunt. The red nylon leg-band was stretched to the tearing point. Harry's thumb went to work on his wife's clit, while his two fingers chugged in and out of her cunt. He looked down at Helen, liking the totally abandoned way she was writhing under the stimulus of his eager finger-fucking. One hot broad!

"But we gotta help each other," he wheezed. "I'll help you with Ted. I'll get him so hot for you he'll come in his pants. And then you get him out of the way when it's time for me to prong Sweet Sue."

"Okay . . . okay," Helen moaned. "Oh, Jesus, I don't know if I can talk any more! Ooooo-hhhhhh!"

Harry's cock began to hurt. It was so hard and so tightly confined inside his pants he knew he had to get them off soon. He knew he was going to fuck Helen. He wanted her to be as hot and ready as possible.

Helen was thrashing wildly on the couch, one knee hooked up over the arm, her legs spread lewdly. She was nearly ready to come. Her fingers dug into her tits, massaging her swollen nipples through her bra. "Yes. . . don't stop now," she begged. "I'm going to come! Yesssss!"

But Harry abruptly withdrew his glistening fingers from her cunt. Helen was left stranded on the brink of orgasm. "What. . . What the hell do you think you're doing?" she gasped, her body still writhing desperately. She rammed her own fingers into her cunt, but she wanted Harry's. She started to come a little, but it wasn't the same. She felt her pussy muscles clamp tightly around her thrusting fingers.

Harry was walking around the room, talking excitedly as he began pulling off his clothes. "Check this idea out!" he said. "We'll do it at the big annual company outing. Hell, that's just this weekend! I'm going to tell Ted that he and Sue can share our cabin. There's two bedrooms. They'll never suspect what we've got in mind for them!"

Harry suddenly looked over at his panting, writhing wife. He saw the desperate way she was ramming her fingers into the cunt he'd just deserted. "I'll fix you up in a moment, baby," he said. "What do you think about my idea?"

"It's great, Harry . . . just great," Helen snarled. "Now, if you don't stuff some cock into me in the next five seconds, I'm going out on the street, dressed just like this, and rape the first man I meet."

"That's my baby," Harry said, grinning. He had his pants off now, and while he unbuttoned his shirt, Helen stared hungrily at his cock. It was fully erect, jutting from his hair loins like a battle club. The knob-like tip was already dripping semen. One jewel-like drop hung in to the slitted opening a moment, then fell slowly, hanging in a long shining string.

Helen tore off the rest of her clothes. The robe ended in a heap on the floor. She fumbled wildly with the clasp on the bra, cursing the impulse that had made her put it on. She actually did tear her red panties, as she peeled them from her loins.

At last she was naked, lying back on the couch, her feet on the floor, legs spread wide, the pink slit of her red-furred cunt pointed straight toward Harry.

He flung his shirt aside and moved forward, naked. His huge cock danced and swayed as he moved. "Feeding time, old buddy," Harry murmured to his prick, taking it in one hand as he knelt on the floor between his wife's outstretched legs. He fed his cock up into her cunt like he was stuffing sausage. The broad tip flattened for a moment as it met the firm resistance of Helen's sphincter muscles.

Then her cunt flowered open greedily. Harry's cock slid smoothly inside. Pussy juice squirted. "Oooohhhhhh . .. God!" Helen moaned ecstatically. Her legs rose to circle her husband's back, pulling him closer to her straining loins. Her hips bucked upward, her cunt begging for more cock.

"Nnnnnggggg . . . you're cunt's so fucking hot inside!" Harry moaned. He began fucking his wife hard, his loins slapping loudly against her upturned ass cheeks. He dug his fingers into the soft creamy flesh of her big tits, mauling her nipples. They grew dark and swollen.

"Mmmmnnnnnn .. . fuck me, you big ape!" Helen moaned. "Shove that big horse-cock right up into my guts!" Her hips churned upwards to meet his every stroke. Her cunt sucked noisily around his cock as it slammed in and out of the tight but juicy hole. Helen's fingers dug into his ass, guiding his loins toward hers.

Then she noticed her husband had his eyes closed. On an impulse she pinched him hard on the ass.

Harry's eyes flew open. "What the hell did you do that for?" he demanded.

"Come on ... tell me the truth," Helen shot back. "You were thinking about Sweet Sue, weren't you? You were pretending it's her you're fucking?"

Harry grinned in embarrassment. "Yeah .. . you're right, you smart bitch. But I won't let it happen again."

"No! You don't understand! I don't mind! Why fight it? You go ahead and pretend I'm Sue. I'll pretend you're Ted!"

"Really?" Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Okay ... if you say so ... ."

For the next few minutes, both Harry and Helen fucked with their eyes tightly closed. Harry pretended it was Sue's sweet little cunt he was pounding his cock into. He tried to imagine her big blue eyes staring hotly up at him while he plunged his cock into what had to be one hell of a tight sweet snatch.

For her part, Helen sighed and whimpered, imagining Ted's cock pumping deep into her welcoming pussy. She tried to picture what he would look like naked, how long his cock would be, how thick.

It was Harry who opened his eyes first. "It's no good, honey," he admitted sheepishly. "When I'm fucking you, there's no way I can pretend it's someone else. Shit, you're the best. Why bother making believe?"

Helen threw her arms joyfully around her husband's neck. "Oh, Harry, your wonderful, you dirty old shit. I love you! It's the same with me. Right now it's your cock I want!"

The naked couple started fucking with renewed vigor. Their bodies glistened with sweat. "Mmmmmmnnnnn . .. Harry ... your cock is just right for me!" Helen panted.

"Tightest, juiciest, deepest cunt in the world!" Harry panted back. They fucked harder and harder, Helen's arms around Harry's neck, pulling his body tightly against hers.

He managed to work his head downward, to suck hotly on her swollen nipples. "Oh, baby ... that's good!" Helen whimpered. "So good!"

She could feel her husband's cock growing larger and larger up inside her cunt. The head had swollen so big that she could actually feel the ridge separating it from the rest of his cock scraping up and down the shuddering length of her cunt.

"You're going to come, aren't you?" she moaned.

"Uh-huh. And you, baby?"

"It's just around the corner. Shove it deeper . .. a little more to the right side .... That's right. . . now hard! Hard! Shove it in hard, Harry, baby! I. .. AaaaaaaaaAAAAHHHH!"

Helen's body spasmed in orgasm. She arched up from the couch, her heels beating against the floor.

He was nearly thrown from her straining body, but he hung on, ramming his cock deep into her hotly working cunt. "Ooohhhhh, God . . . oohhh . .. YYAAAAHHH!" he cried as he felt the hot sperm pound up from his balls and jet into his wife's madly-working pussy. The climaxing couple strained together, flailing and moaning. Harry remembered that Helen had once said he was one of the few men strong enough to make love to her. She tended to buck the others clear of her wildly flailing body. Harry found himself hoping that Ted would be able to handle her.

"Wasn't that a weird thing?" he chuckled silently to himself as the last of his boiling cum shot into Helen's shuddering cunt. Hoping that another man would be able to make it with his wife.