Chapter 5
Gary undressed slowly and with great uncertainty.
The thing that he feared the most was removing his shorts and revealing to Mona that his penis was not as hard as it should be.
He kept struggling through the undressing act, finally reaching the last stage and removing his shorts.
Although his penis had come up a little, it was not up to the point where he would be able to satisfactorily perform.
He turned away, embarrassed to look at Mona, but she was a lot more understanding than he had realized.
Mona was determined to get her husband as hard as a rock, and looked upon the occasion as a great challenge.
"Come over here," she motioned to him.
Gary threw his body into bed, watching as his wife kicked back the sheets and wiggled her body energetically.
She opened her arms, receiving him, then circling his body.
While her arms remained pressed tightly against Gary's body, he moved his head downward. His lips puckered with expectation, and he slipped them eagerly against her lips.
Gary's body rocked as lips collided with lips. He was convinced that, if he could just let himself go, perhaps he could forget how tired he was. Maybe he could even temporarily forget about the problems in his business, and concentrate strictly on giving his beautiful wife a good time in bed.
His lips plunged resoundingly against hers several times, and all the while her arms gripped his body tightly. She didn't want to let go. Mona wanted to hang on to her husband while he kept on delivering his piercing lip kisses to her.
After he had made penetrating contact with her lips on several occasions, he slipped his tongue with one dramatic forward thrust inside her mouth.
Her emotions became totally unglued as his tongue rippled excitedly against hers. Once more the sight of her son letting his tongue loose within Irene Gibson's mouth flashed before her eyes.
Stoutly determined to return every dynamic movement that Gary forwarded, Mona tilted her quivering body upward ever so slightly.
She wanted the best possible angle so that she would be able to meet his tongue thrusts.
Dramatically their tongues met with spectacular ease. The longer that they clashed, the faster and more sharply that the impact became.
She liked the sensations of her tongue winding against Gary's, and as their tongues kept meeting with devastating passion, her fingers pressed more fervently than ever against his skin.
She clutched at his back, and her breath was becoming short from the dynamic tongue thrusts that they were skillfully exchanging.
He removed his tongue from her mouth, at which point she was on the verge of orgasm. She felt herself becoming increasingly damper in her pussy, and wanted to later experience the sensations of his long dick pushing her to climax as he plunged it forward.
With that thought firmly etched in her mind, Mona reached down with her right hand and began to toy with her husband's testicles. On those occasions when he experienced the greatest difficulty, she usually was successful in bringing him up to erection to the extent that she could initially excite his balls.
Her fingers kept on working busily over his balls. She reached out and squeezed them, then tugged at them, hoping to instill him with the fires of passion.
While the fingers of one hand kept on manipulating over his balls, she worked her other hand over the tip of his cock.
She began by teasing his foreskin, watching as he wiggled.
"Do you like that?" she smiled.
"It does have a teasing sensation. Yes, I do."
"I'll be giving you more of the same," she winked, laughing as she continued her steady even movements.
Her finger movements worked with sharp repetition. She steadily kept up the pace, hoping to work her husband into a state of overpowering anxiety.
Her efforts, however, failed to achieve that objective. Rather than becoming disappointed, she merely decided that another approach would work better, that of putting her tongue to work on his cock.
While she allowed the fingers of both her hands to circulate engagingly over her husband's scrotum, Mona let her head drop down toward his cock.
She went to work on the tip of Gary's organ, allowing her long red tongue to flick over the very tip of his dick.
She watched his body wiggle as she kept up her movements.
"Get me hard," Gary said with a tinge of desperation in his tone. "Keep your tongue working, dear."
Mona wanted to get him up to full action. Then he would be in a position to exercise the same degree of authority over her that her son had done with Irene.
She kept on recalling how excitedly Ed had moved his body, sending his cock ever deeper into Irene's mound. He had attacked her pussy spiritedly, driving his cock eagerly into her, pushing himself ever closer to climax with every stab.
It seemed ironic to Mona that she would be recalling a sex act with her son in order to get aroused toward her husband, but Ed's movements had been so blisteringly sexy, so appetizing, that she just couldn't get him off her mind.
All the while she continued working her tongue, beginning to slide it now up and down the full length of Gary's prick.
"Keep going," Gary called out urgently.
With stout determination, Mona plodded on.
She let her tongue slide up and down her husband's cock, hoping to get him excited enough to where he would achieve full erection.
The longer and harder she tried, though, the greater the frustrations became. She began to grow disenchanted.
Gary felt tremendously embarrassed, and he had a pained expression on his face as he lay there, aware of the fact that he was not going to be able to perform with Mona in the manner that he would have liked to.
"Maybe you'd better stop, honey," he told her with regret.
Mona released her tongue from his cock, looking up at him.
"You're really hot, aren't you?" he asked.
"That's right. So hot I can hardly stand it."
"I'll go down on you, sweetheart, it's the least I can do. I'm really sorry. I've been getting so tired the last few days. My nerves are on edge."
"You're working too hard, honey," she said.
"You're telling me. I realize it."
"Then you ought to do something about it."
"I just can't. I've got all these commitments, and I'm trying to meet every last one of them."
Gary reached down at that point, allowing his right hand to run smoothly along his wife's velvety triangle.
He touched the wet matted pubic hair, then ran his fingers down beneath the hairs toward her pussy.
Back and forth he rubbed his fingers briskly, letting the sensations flow within her mound.
"I hope that's giving you some satisfaction," he said.
"It is. Keep up your finger stabs, darling.
I really like what you're doing."
He moved feverishly forward, attempting as best he could to compensate for his lack of achievement in the other direction. Maybe he couldn't get his cock hard, he thought, but he could at least make recompense to some degree by giving his wife's pussy the best workout possible.
While his fingers continued to dart eagerly over her mound, he could feel additional dampness surfacing inside her organ.
Her whole body quivered while the finger movements continued to proceed. She was developing intensity with every stroke that his fingers put forth, as the blood rushed through her whole body and her buttocks bounced up and down on the bed.
Soon her entire body was manipulating in a side-to-side fashion while his fervent tongue strokes continued to find the mark.
The drilling movements continued with great fervency, and as the rapid-fire drilling became that much more speedy, she found herself pushing closer to orgasm.
With her husband eagerly plunging ahead, he reached out with his right middle finger and began to probe with it inside her ass-hole.
He recalled the early days of their marriage, when he had been so intrigued by his wife's beautiful ass. On those occasions he had many times pumped his finger high into her ass-hole, and that was exactly what he was doing at that point in time, getting her that much more ready to explode her juices inside his mouth.
His tongue kept on swiftly working, driving frenziedly into her pussy. While the tongue bath inside her mound continued, his finger plunging devastated her anus.
Her ass cheeks began wiggling so furiously that, for a time, it looked like she was going to lift herself up from the bed and propel herself into mid-air.
Mona began to gasp loudly as her husband drew that much closer to getting her off.
"Keep your tongue working," she exclaimed, "you're really sending the fires through my body. Keep sucking, darling, suck it, suck my mound. Oh, bring me off. That's it, bring me off."
Gary knew that one convenient way to get her to the verge of climax was through nibbling on her clitoris, and that was his next step. He removed his tongue from her pink wet slit, allowing his teeth to nibble ever so gently against her clit.
Once more Mona's body began to bounce up and down on the bed, and again it appeared that she was about to take off and fly through the air.
While the nibbling proceeded at just the right level, he kept on stabbing her ass-hole. He nibbled with his teeth gently, but found the range with the finger movements a lot more sharply.
His finger pumping coupled with the clitoris nibbling caused Mona to reach a state of sexual helplessness, one in which she knew that she had to orgasm quickly.
"Get your tongue back on my cunt," she shouted. "Bring me off, sweetheart. I really need it."
Her husband devotedly switched his efforts from the nibbling to the sucking, sending his tongue surging with great passion into her box.
He tickled her to the very depths of her inner being. As his tongue swept along her snatch, making certain that it splashed against her vaginal walls and caught every crevice of her, she discovered that there was no holding back her juices any longer.
"Here comes the flood tide," she warned.
One loud gasp later the stream of liquid skyrocketed out of her pussy and into his waiting mouth.
Alertly, Gary stuck with the load, swallowing every drop, doing his utmost to satisfy his beautiful wife.
While the juices were spilling out of her, Mona let her fingers move up and down her husband's back. Her legs trembled, and she let her smooth, warm thighs graze along the sides of Gary's face, supplying him with additional sensation.
He kept up his persistent ass-hole stabbing, allowing his finger to surge high into her anus until she finally finished juicing.
He withdrew his finger from her ass-hole and his tongue from her mound.
"Hope that made you happy," he said. "I'm awful sorry about my temperamental cock."
"You did a very good job of sucking me," she reached out and patted her husband affectionately on the side of the face.
She could see just how tired Gary was. His face had reddened a little during the course of the furious sexual activity. As for the circles under his eyes, they appeared to be darker and more thick than they had been when he entered the house.
Even though she desperately wanted his cock in her mound, Mona recognized that her goal could not be achieved, at least during this particular evening.
"You'd better get some sleep, honey," she told her husband thoughtfully. "You do look tired."
"I am tired. Very tired."
She watched as Gary stretched out on the bed. He closed his eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed and observed him beginning to snore.
Mona realized that he was snoring a lot more frequently now than he ever had in the past. It just demonstrated to her one more example of her husband's tiredness. She was getting concerned about Gary. He couldn't perform in bed the way that he had previously. And he seemed to be so tired when he came home.
Mona waited until Gary was in the midst of a deep sleep. At that point she began thinking once more about her son Ed. She could see his young, firm ass cheeks twisting in bed as he slammed his peter deep inside his lover Irene's mound.
The more that Mona thought about that stirring sight which she had observed, the hotter that she became between her legs in her still super-charged pussy.
Even though Gary had done his best, and had brought her off spectacularly with his tongue efforts, she was still hot. He had by no means completely satisfied her. There was a burning need within lovely Mona to receive additional satisfaction.
The longer that she imagined Ed's thrusting body lying before her on the bed, the greater the degree of eagerness that surfaced inside her to get her juices off one more time.
Mona got up slowly from the bed, easing her naked form out toward the bathroom.
She closed the door behind her, then, on second thought, locked it. She had a perfect excuse, she told herself, in the event that Gary should suddenly wake up and wonder what she was doing. It should be patently obvious that she was doing nothing more than cleaning up, washing off her pussy fluid in the aftermath of her husband's effective tongue job. She realized that the odds of him waking up would be very slim, but she would be prepared for such eventuality in the event that it occurred.
Mona stood before the bathroom mirror, observing her beautiful body. It couldn't help but sadden her to know that, as badly as she had wanted her husband to fuck her, he had been unable to do so. She felt that her flawless lovely form, which she had kept in such great shape through the years, was little more than an ornament. After all, she thought, she didn't have a hot man to fuck her whenever the desire arose, so what was the use of keeping her body in such great condition?
She reached out and let the fingers of her left hand work their way up her right thigh and toward her pussy. Her fingertips worked smoothly over her mound, and as she picked up the pace, she moved her fingers more speedily than before.
Back and forth she glided her fingers, picking up momentum as she worked with great conviction, determined to get her juices off one more time.
As she angled her body from side to side, flipping it back and forth in the same manner that she would have had there been a cock inside her pussy, Mona closed her eyes and once again thought about her son Ed.
She couldn't get over just how big an impression he had made when he had fucked Irene. Sure she had made a big fuss about it, but down deep, even at the moment that she was blowing up, she knew how much she had enjoyed watching Ed drill his cock inside Irene's pussy.
Her fingers moved more briskly than before, sliding passionately inside her box as she moved that much closer to her objective.
Mona finally heaved a sigh, at which juncture she looked down and observed the flowing juices spilling out of her mound and dripping down her thigh.
She moved forward toward the wash bowl, washing the vaginal liquid from her body.
Mona had mixed feelings as she turned off the light and walked back into the bedroom.
She had been happy over the fact that she had gotten her juices off with her husband's tongue exploring her mound, but it saddened her to know that she was not able to receive the very kind of action she needed to completely satisfy her.
Mona longed to have a hard cock drilling inside her pussy, sending the sparkling fires throughout her entire body as she was pushed toward a devastating climax.