She was worried, for she didn't want it to juice down her throat. She wanted to taste her husband's cum. Pulling back so she could get him at that moment of climax, George finally got his gun off.
As the hot cream shot into her mouth, Terry gulped. She licked her teeth to taste him. Her cheeks sucked in as she ate her husband's cock.
George, becoming so completely stimulated, wasted no time in nibbling Betty's clit, and he brought Betty there in seconds.
As the hot white spray shot into his mouth, he pressed down. His lips fastened, his tongue twirled as his teeth continued to lightly nibble her clitoris.
The four of them had made it, and they all were excited.
Finally, George pulled his tongue out of Betty's pussy and patted her ass gratefully.
"Thanks baby," he said.
"Oh don't thank me, lover," she said. "You were tremendous. I really enjoyed it, Georgie baby."
George pulled his penis out of his wife's mouth, and she smiled gratefully.
"I enjoyed that, George," she said huskily.
When he had gotten off of her, it was Harold's turn to slide out. Easing his cock out of her asshole slowly, he got to his feet.
"This calls for champagne," he said. "That's the way to cap a fucking evening like this."
George figured that he could celebrate. They couldn't top that, and they knew it.
Getting the champagne, they went back into the living room, stark naked.
"Well did you enjoy it?" Betty smiled at him.
"I loved it," he said. "Every minute of it."
"You two sound serious," Terry said. "Remember, we're married. And you aren't married to her, honey, you're married to me."
"Sure baby," George said. "This is just a swap meet."
CHAPTER SIX
As they drove home that night, Terry uptight.
"Well dear," she said, "It seems that you can react alright with other women. I take it that's because you've become accustomed to fucking around with other women."
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he glared, taking his eyes off the highway a moment.
"Look out!" Terry exclaimed. "Didn't you see that car?"
A swerving car had almost struck them, and Terry was numb with fear.
"Well you started talking," he said, "It's your fault."
"My fault your ass," she said angrily. "You're loaded, and, tonight you really made a jerk of yourself. You made so much over Betty that Harold probably won't be able to live with her for the next week."
"Look," he said, "When I agreed to ball tonight, I didn't figure that you were going to be on my tail every minute."
"Well I couldn't help observing a few things," she said tightly. "For example, dear, you really outdid yourself with Betty. You put on such a performance that Betty will probably be thinking she's the sharpest chick in town."
"Well she has a tremendous way of making love," he said.
"Love?" Terry asked in a mocking voice. "What are you talking about? Betty's a nymphomaniac. She digs sex with any man she can make it with. I heard she was even having sex with the grocery delivery boy. Can you imagine such a thing?"
"Oh a lot of people do a lot of talking," George told her, keeping his eyes focused on the highway as best he could.
"Well, it's true," Terry insisted, "I got it straight from Jewel. You know her, she's that cute woman that you were making passes at last Christmas."
"Jewel doesn't know her ass from a hole in the ground," he said. "You're talking out of both sides of your mouth. Now stop it."
"Oh no," she insisted, "It's the truth. You see, Jewel was just coming over to see her and she went into the kitchen and here was this delivery boy with this box of groceries on the floor and Betty was on the table with her legs spread. At least she could think of another place of doing it beside the table."
"Now, I hope you didn't go running to Betty and tell her what Jewel said."
"Of course not," Terry laughed.
"Of course you wouldn't," he said. "You're a back stabber, baby."
"Well maybe I am," Terry said, "But at least I got a good fuck tonight, and it was refreshing to see your big old prick up there like it was when we first got married."
"Are you trying to say I'm impotent?" he demanded angrily.
"Well you are with me a lot of times," she told him.
There was a long pause, and then Terry finally said what was on her mind.
"What about that secretary Helen?" she said. "Is she still making passes at you?"
"What are you talking about?" he demanded.
"I have my spies," she said, "From the last report, she was practically pulling it out and doing things to you."
"Look," he said, "Helen is a married woman. She isn't going to want me. She gets plenty of action at home from her husband Tom."
"Oh that's a big laugh," Terry insisted. "Tom is probably the most promiscuous man in town. I've heard plenty about him from Jewel. Jewel said that he is very bold with her."
"Don't pay any attention to her," he said. "You know Jewel does a lot of talking."
"Well it's true," she explained. "People are just playing around too much these days, and to protect my interest, I had to go to this swap meet."
"So now you're trying to say that the only reason you had to go to the swap meet was because I'm playing around with my secretary Helen."
"You said it, honey," she said tightly, "I didn't. But I think it's the truth."
It was really burning him up to hear her talking like this. She was becoming more difficult every moment.
"Honey," he said, "Would you do me a big favor?"
"Well sure dear, if can," she said.
"Will you just lay off sex for a while?" he begged her.
"Why of course, darling," she said. "Does it get you uptight to talk about it?"
"I just want to forget it for a while," he said. "We had a good time tonight, let it go at that."
"Mentioning tonight," she said, "Did Betty's shaved box turn you on, dear?"
"Why do you want to know?" he said. He insisted on knowing before he would reply.
"Well because baby," she said, "If shaving my pussy would help matters, I'll shave it."
"Leave your pussy as it is," he told her. "I like it just the way it is, okay?"
"All right dear," she said softly. "I was only trying to be helpful."
She didn't say another word until they got home. When they got in bed, he hoped she wouldn't want any more sex. He was ready to go to sleep.
Mercifully, she left him alone.
The next week he was reminded of what she had said about his secretary, Helen. Helen did have a certain something going for him, he thought, and he decided he would find out if she would be interested in a swap party.
"You know Helen," he smiled, "You can streak through my office any time you want to."
"Why how generous of you," she said. "I'll do it if you will."
"Well that's not a bad idea," he said, "But, I'm afraid I'll have to have my wife along."
"Are you suggesting?" she said, "That Tom, Terry, you and I have a streak meet?"
"Well something like that," he said. "They say two is a party and four is an orgy."
"Why, George," Helen laughed, "If I didn't know you better I'd think you were suggesting we get together for one of those horrid sex parties."
"They don't have to be so horrid," he smiled at her.
She was glancing down at his bulging crotch, and she got a pretty good idea of what he wanted. Moving over toward him, she let her hands run over his cock.
"You know," she said, "you do fascinate me."
"Well thank you honey," he said. "Would you like to look at it?"
"Well," she said, "I don't exactly think this is the time and place. And like you said, Terry probably has her spies all over the place."