Chapter 7
Dave and Melinda undressed in silence.
Once they finished undressing, Dave propelled his huge body into the bed, then landed with a thud.
He reached out with his right hand and pumped up and down on his prick several times.
Then he called out to Melinda:
"Get over here, baby. I need somebody to massage my cock and balls."
Melinda climbed into bed with Dave, reaching out with her right hand and grabbing hold of his cock, allowing the fingers of her left hand to employ themselves spiritedly against his balls.
She kept up the spirited pace, one designed to get Dave as hot as possible.
"You're really doing it, sweetheart," he laughed. "I really enjoy that. I love it! I love it a lot!"
The more spiritedly she employed her fingers, the happier Dave felt about it all. He wanted to get his rocks off, and there was nothing that he enjoyed better than taking his wife step by step over the lovemaking act that he wanted to experience.
"Go to work on my ass-hole," he finally told her. "I want you to suck my ass, baby. While you're doing that, you can reach out with your right hand and pump up and' down my cock. You're really going to love that kind of action. It's just made to order for you, honey, since you've got such a talented tongue."
Melinda immediately went to work on Dave's ass-hole, driving her tongue smoothly inside his anus.
While her tongue continued to collide spiritedly with his ass-hole, she reached out with her fingers and permitted them to seize his buttocks.
"That I like," he gasped. "Play with my ass-cheeks, darling, and suck my ass-hole. Keep sucking. You can do even better than you're doing now. Guide your tongue in there all the way, suck it, baby, I really want it."
She continued her steady pace, driving her tongue around inside his anus while she played with his buttocks.
His whole body was coming unglued as a result of the spirited movements that she consistently employed.
"You keep that up just a little while longer, baby, then I'm going to have you suck my prick," he told her. "Just work your tongue, doll. I really love what you're doing. Come on and drive your tongue, baby! Drive it real nice. I love that kind of action, I love any action with you. You are really good at it, sweetheart. You're really great the way you are moving your tongue."
Melinda was eager to please, recognizing that life would be miserable indeed if she failed to live up to the expectations of her husband Dave.
So she kept on running her tongue into his anus, supplying him with all kinds of hot tongue movements.
"While you're sucking my ass, I wish you'd pump on my prick and balls," he told her. "Just because your tongue is active doesn't mean that you can't work your fingers around in the same way."
Melinda was again quick to comply with her husband's request. As she worked her tongue high inside her husband's ass-hole, she employed the fingers of her right hand against his cock and the fingers of her left against his balls.
His whole body began to sway back and forth from the level of intense action that she was firmly supplying.
"O.K., doll, now you can go to work on my prick," he said. "I want a good cock suck. Just like the beautiful ass suck you gave me."
She released her tongue from Dave's ass-hole, and allowed the fingers of her right hand to begin sliding up and down the base of his firm penis.
She knew that a little additional finger action would make him that much more ripe for the sucking that would lay ahead.
Her left hand collided spiritedly with Dave's balls, and while the steady movements persisted, she got ready to let her tongue collide with his dick.
Melinda began by allowing her tongue to slide along his balls. She felt that by getting his testicles hot, she would make Dave's prick that much more eager for the action that lay ahead.
"That's what I like," he exclaimed. "Work the tongue, baby, work it over my balls. I really love those movements. Work your tongue, baby, I enjoy what you're doing. You're always good at that tongue action. You're a regular pro."
Melinda continued to let her tongue come into searing contact with his balls for a while, after which she decided that it was time to switch the activities to his pulsating cock.
Her tongue slid up and down the base of his firm pecker, and every time that she came into contact with his dick, he became that much more overjoyed with what he was receiving.
"You've got the right tempo," he nodded. "Keep sliding your tongue, baby. Keep working your tongue up and down on my prick."
Melinda's head bobbed as she unswervingly dedicated herself to every spirited tongue thrust, driving her tongue with consistent speed up and down his long pecker.
While her tongue was continuing to apply itself with great speed, she worked her fingers around his balls.
She teased his testicles with her tickling sensations, beginning to work her tongue faster than ever as she drove it up and down his huge phallus.
"That's what I like," he exclaimed. "I love those double sensations. Play with my balls and suck my cock at the same time. I really love what you're doing, darling, it's the kind of action a guy like me really digs. Keep going, doll, I really love it."
As Dave moved that much closer to climax, he reached out with both hands and let his fingers run smoothly through his wife's hair.
Dave was imbued with a determined spirit wherein he would not feel satisfied until the hot white cream had completely spilled out of the end of his rod and into her mouth.
"Keep moving your tongue," he encouraged. "I like the way you're slicing. Suck my dick, honey, I want you to go after the white juice."
Her tongue continued skillfully driving up and down his big dick, and as it slid relentlessly she toyed with his bulging balls.
"Here it goes," he exclaimed. "I can't stand any more. I've got to explode."
His legs trembled as the first few droplets of white juice shot out of his penis.
Dave felt a tremendous sense of purposeful realization as the last few droplets of his white cream spilled into her mouth.
"Eat every drop, Melinda baby," he called out to her. "I love giving you that kind of action, darling."
Melinda withdrew her tongue from Dave's cock, wondering what he would suggest next.
"That's just what I needed," he nodded. "I'm hungry now. I guess that I'm ready for a nice helping of pot roast."
Melinda managed to keep the disappointment within her, but it didn't make her the least bit happy to observe that her husband, once he had succeeded in obtaining the satisfaction that he sought, was thinking about having some dinner. He apparently had not cared about her or the normal female desires that she felt.
As Melinda got up from the bed and began to put her clothes back on, she realized how little she truly cared about Dave as a sex partner.
In the past few years she had seen him become exceptionally crude and demanding, and all the while her once firm and unshakeable love for him had been dwarfed into insignificance.
As Melinda finished dressing, Dave looked over to her and smiled.
"You really fix a good martini," he exclaimed. "I guess that you really learned your lesson from me."
"That's good."
"Not just anybody can fix a good martini," Dave laughed. "It takes great skill. But, then again, you had a very good teacher."
"I suppose I did."
"But you sure can cook, and you didn't need me to teach you that."
Melinda didn't feel like talking to Dave any more. Her mind shifted to Jerry.