Chapter 1

Marty Wells lay spreadeagled in the center of the big king-sized bed, reading. He stretched his big nude frame lazily as his wife entered the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom, and her attention centered on his muscular, six-foot-two, two-hundred-pound form. A smile formed on her face as she moved across the room and pushed the papers he was studying aside.

She had taken Marty completely by surprise, but he let out a husky chuckle as he reached out for her and pulled her on top of him.

The hot shower had primed Sheila, and every inch of her five-nine, 40-24-37 body was ready for action. She twisted in his grasp, quickly straddling him in a sixty-nine position; then she bent her head and drew his lax cock into the sucking circle formed by her sensuous lips.

Marty groaned, and his big tool quivered slightly. It was all the encouragement Sheila needed. She brought her tongue into play against his tool, toying with it for a minute, polishing the moist knob as she hauled the foreskin back with her hand; then she began to rotate her mouth and bob her head up and down.

Sheila was good with her mouth, and Marty loved the feel of her blowing him. He let out a low moan at the feel of her tongue as she eagerly kindled his need. He moved his hands up around her hips and cupped her firm buttocks; then he opened his mouth and let his tongue slip from between his lips as he hauled her down to him. The smell and taste of her eager, open slit was hardly new to him after four years of marriage, but it excited him still; and he let his tongue plunge into it, eager to suck back her sweet cunt honey.

The spur-of-the-moment coupling was exciting for both of them, and they were instantly hot. Their deeply bronzed bodies twisted and glistened as they worked on each other furiously. Marty's experienced tongue searched for and found the stiff, throbbing length of Sheila's aroused clitoris at the juncture of her moist, burning lips, and he began to suck and lap at it passionately as she brought her teeth gently into play against the throbbing pole of his big, stroking cock.

Lola Dunstan moved through the living room toward the kitchen. She paused and looked over at her husband, who was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the half-consumed drink in his hand.

"For god's sake, Ray, we have to be there in a half-hour."

Ray looked up at her and frowned.

"Yeah. Sorry, honey, I just can't seem to get myself up for this deal."

There was an icy edge to Lola's voice as she answered him.

"You don't seem to be able to get yourself up for much of anything any more."

She accented the words "getting up" purposely, and a flush of anger came over Ray's handsome features. He opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind and took a swig from his glass.

Lola instantly regretted her words, and she offered an apologetic smile as she moved over to him.

"I'm sorry, honey; that wasn't fair. I know you're doing your best."

Ray shrugged, outwardly pretending to push it aside as unimportant, but Lola knew he was hurt. She dropped down onto her knees on the carpet in front of him and fixed her eyes on his.

"Look, I mean it; I'm sorry. The doctor says all you need to do is get back a little confidence and you'll be fine; I guess I'm not helping much."

Anger welled up in Ray's face again, and he tossed the rest of his drink back before speaking.

"Maybe the fucking doctor is wrong; these damn headshrinkers think they know everything. Maybe it's me and not you that's screwing up what we have in bed. If you hadn't made such a big thing out of having kids, we might just have a whole bloody houseful by now."

He got up, brushing past her, and walked down the hallway. Lola stayed kneeling on the carpet for a few seconds, her eyes closed. Frustration and helplessness filled her, and she had to fight to keep from crying, but she did it with determination.

Ray had to unwind, and the party Vern and Leona Johnson were throwing was a good way to start. She had to get Ray to it one way or another, and hope to hell that when they got home he'd be able to perform. Kids were a secondary need after damn near a month without sex; what she really needed now was a damn good romp in the hay.

Leona had a good start on a roaring drunk, and Vern was far from pleased at the idea of having their guests find her in a half-pissed state before the party even got under way. He walked across the living room to her and took the glass from her hand; then he emptied it and set it down.

Leona looked up at him and shrugged.

"First, I'm no good in bed, and now I can't even drink."

A warm flush filled Vern's face. He stepped back a pace from her, resting his muscled one hundred-and-eighty-pound, six-foot frame lightly on his feet. His eyes moved over her slowly, assessing the lush beauty of her five foot seven, 36-24-36 build, and the almost angelic beauty of her long black hair and finely chiseled features. She was a gorgeous woman, and his frustration with her was made worse by her sensuous beauty.

"There's nothing wrong with you in bed, honey; I never said there was."

Leona's eyes flashed bitterly as she spoke.

"Oh no, I'm great for a quickie; it's just that I won't give into your abnormal requests; that's all that's wrong with me."

Vern frowned and shook his head slowly.

"Look, baby, there's nothing wrong with a little variety between husband and wife; guys and broads have been making it orally and anally since time began. I only want you to let go of your bloody Victorian ideas for once and give it a try. You might find that you like it."

Leona dropped down onto the couch and lit a cigarette; then she looked up at him as she exhaled.

"You're sick, Vern."

They had been arguing this way over and over for almost the full year of their marriage, and Vern knew it was senseless to go through it again. He shrugged and moved across to the bar, pouring himself a drink.

"Just do me one favor, honey; ask some of the other broads at the party tonight if they feel the same way as you do about it; I think you'll find out we've got a whole bloody neighborhood of what you call abnormal people."