Epilogue

Claire leaned back against the sofa and half-watched the television. She felt a tremendous sense of relief. Hours ago, she and Randy Waite had decided not to continue their relationship.

"Just can't wait 'till bedtime tonight," she thought, rubbing her thighs together under the terry cloth bathrobe she was wearing. The experience with her neighbor had taught her a number of new ways to perform with her husband.

Fred Gold sat on the opposite side of the couch, staring at the garish colored lights emanating from the television set.

"Yeah, I guess it's best. What the hell, 'guess'! It would be absoutely impossible!"

Mona had called him at work and told him that their brief affair must be finished with. He, too, had learned a number of new ways to please his wife in bed.

Claire stretched out her arms wide and yawned deeply.

"Do you really feel like watching the news?" she asked casually, hoping her voice tone did not reflect the anxious lust rippling through her slender form. She felt almost like a schoolgirl as she contemplated the ways she would surprise Fred.

"No," said Fred, his own lusts rapidly rising. "I'm tired as hell myself-think it's better we just go to bed."

Claire followed silently behind him as he casually walked to their bedroom. Fred walked over to a closet as they walked into the room. Clair sat down on the edge of the bed. Fred began to unbuckle his belt.

"Let me help you undress," she said, her voice a soft, seductive purr.

Fred turned his head sharply around. The sound of her voice sent a sharp pang

He walked over to where Claire was sitting at the edge of their large double bed.

"Come here, honey," Claire murmured. She undid the buckle of his belt. Fred stared down at her, a look of lust mixing with the look of astonishment on his face.

"What are you doing," he asked hoarsely.

He had planned to introduce a number of variations in their sexual routine that night. Now it seemed like Claire was doing the same thing.

"Taking off your pants," she said coyly. She unbuttoned the tops of his slacks, zipped down the fly, and yanked the trousers down Fred's lean thighs. She let the garments drop to the floor.

She pressed her hands tightly into the rough, masculine skin of Fred's thighs, then slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs. With a deft, jerking motion of her supple wrists, she pulled the undergarments down his legs. His penis sprang forth, fully erect.

Fred felt a powerful lust roll over him. The head of his bared, erect penis swelled and turned a deep pink. A tiny drop of cum appeared in the tiny slit in his penis's head.

"Remember what you're always asking me to do," murmured Claire. She reached out her arms and planted the palms of her hands firmly on his buttocks.

Fred's prick dangled in front of her face.

She leaned forward, planting a hard kiss on the head of his stiff cock. Then she licked off the tiny drop of cum at the tip.

Fred thrust his hips forward. She opened her mouth, and closed her lips tightly over the swollen head, digging her fingers tightly into the taut skin of his buttocks.

"Oh, Claire, oh, baby," Fred gasped, as she slid the hot, horny wetness of her mouth over the hardened penis shaft.

Fred bent his knees slightly, and pressed his hands tightly into Claire's bare shoulders. He jerked his buttocks, jerking his prick in and out of her mouth as she pressed the tip of her tongue into the taut shaft of his penis.

She felt the prick begin its ejaculatory contractions, slamming its swollen head against the roof of her mouth. She pulled aside the cheeks of his ass as she felt hot gobs of semen splash into her mouth and murmured over the quivering, jerking prick between her lush lips.

Fred's orgasm exploded like an artillery shell in his brain. He felt his penis cease its impassioned jerking and darted his buttocks away from his wife's face.-

Claire sloshed the semen around in her mouth. Feeling the smallest bit of revulsion, she tilted back her head and bravely swallowed Fred's come. The sticky substance felt surprisingly sensuous as it slid down her throat.

"Ridiculous of me to feel disgust," she thought as the come dripped into her stomach. "It's been inside me hundreds of times."

Fred threw himself down on the bed. Claire stretched out, pressing her buttocks firmly into the mattress.

"No, honey," Fred panted, "Turn over.. "

Claire flipped over on her stomach, pressing her breasts tightly into the smooth sheet.

Fred stepped behind her and shoved his hands under her waist.

"We're going to doggie-fuck," he whispered passionately.

Claire raised herself until she was crouched on all fours. Cooing passionately, she thrust her bare buttocks towards her husband's naked crotch.