Just then the door opened. Miss Dean walked in and looked at the two of them. She could immediately tell that they were talking about something of a sexual nature, and she felt uneasy.
"Oh, am I butting in on something?" she asked nervously.
"No, Miss Dean," George said, "I was just talking to Helen about some business."
"Oh yes, of course," Miss Dean said. "Well the Interstate man is here to talk to you about an insurance policy."
"Tell him I'll be right out," he said. "Right out."
"Yes, of course," Miss Dean said as she turned around and slowly smiled.
Immediately Helen caught on.
"I'll bet you she's the one who is reporting things to your wife," Helen said. "It seems that you and I can't be in a room together for five minutes before I hear from Terry. She's forever phoning and asking me how things are at the office."
"That bitch," he said! "She treats me like she has a leash on me. It really burns the hell out of me. I can't feel like a free man."
"Well you're not," Helen said. "The ball and chain is showing, and it has been ever since you introduced me to Terry."
"Terry is a very jealous wife," he said. "But she has allowed me one promiscuity. I can play. So, it you'd like to join, us in our playpen, we could have some fun. You ask your husband Tom and see what he has to say."
"Well I know what Tom's reply would be," she said. "He's been trying to get me to play around with him for years. But I just haven't been interested. Men are different, I always say, than women. They are forever looking at a gorgeous female and turning on. It just isn't that way with me. That is, unless I feel something for the man."
"Well honey," George told her, "You just see if you can't rustle up some feeling for me this week, for I sure would like to ball you."
"You'd better go take care of that insurance man," she said.
"All right," George agreed. "But think it over, because baby, I'd sure like to eat you."
Helen gasped.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me," he smiled as he strode out of the room quickly to keep his appointment with the insurance man.
At the end of the day, after Miss Dean had gone, Helen remained with him.
"Helen," he asked, "Have you given some thought to what I was talking about?"
"Yes I have," she said. "And perhaps am a little puritanical. Maybe I need some exposure. Maybe this swap meet would be just the thing."
"I think it would help you," he said. "You are a little too shy. You need some adventure."
It was obvious to him what the score was. She really wanted him, just as Terry had suspected. He really had to hand it to his wife and her female intuition.
"Let me know tomorrow," he said.
That night, when he went home to Terry, she was really excited.
"Oh you asked her," she said, "I am so eager to have something to do with Tom. I hear he's just tremendous."
"Who told you?" he asked.
"I told you dear," she laid. "I have my spies. And the whole spy network would break down if I leaked who it was."
"Oh I wouldn't want that to happen," he said. "You couldn't live if you didn't have your spies checking on me, could you?"
"No," she admitted.
When they went to bed that night she smiled at him and requested, "Could we sleep in the nude?"
"Why should we?" he said.
"Because I want to suck you off," she said.
"Would you let me sleep in peace?" he asked.
"Oh, I've got that hungering for you honey," she said. "Why don't we do a sweet sixty-nine?"
"I want to sleep," he exclaimed.
"No baby," she said, as she began removing her clothes.
As he got a look at his wife's beautiful bosoms, and glanced down at her shaved box, he realized she would go to any lengths to turn him on.
"Well I see you shaved it," he said.
"Yes I did, dear," she smiled. "Doesn't it look delicious?"
"Well, I'll be honest," he said. "It does."
As he lay in the bed naked, his wife straddled him. She pressed her pussy down over his face, as she moved down to seize his penis.
Once more George was limp. He had had a couple of drinks at dinner and he just didn't feel like sex at this moment. Nevertheless, when he felt his wife's tongue licking around his asscheeks, he realized that Terry was determined to turn him on.
She parted his buns quickly and let her tongue slip between until it was sliding up his asshole.
She pulled on his pecker at the same time. He was getting excited, and he couldn't turn it off.
"Oh baby," he groaned, "You're turning me on. That feels great."
Terry was exciting him.
Pressing her pussy over his mouth, he gripped her asscheeks and let his tongue lash along her shaved box. He loved the fact that she would do this for him. Maybe Terry wasn't such a bad wife after all. He didn't know if he cared to share her with Tom, or not.
His hands massaged her buttocks, and he pulled her tighter to him until his hot tongue was stabbing into her pussy.
Licking the walls of her velvety vagina, he became stimulated as he felt her moistening.
"Eat me," she said as she pulled her tongue out of his asshole. "Eat my pussy baby."
He began licking her there and got more and more excited.
Now, she was slipping her mouth over the head of his penis shaft and sucking vigorously. He loved the sensation, and he got rock-hard.
Terry was proud of herself, figuring that she had saved her husband from a life of impotency by providing her own style of sexual therapy.
His tongue continued darting inside of her juicy box, and now she was having multiple climaxes. He slid a finger up her tight asshole which excited her even more.
"Oh baby," she groaned as she slid off his dick for a moment. "You've never loved me like this. Oh eat me, eat my pussy."
Slipping her mouth back over his cock, she continued sucking. It didn't take Terry long to learn that if she focused her action on the head of his penis shaft she could create a wonderful suction. It wouldn't be much longer now, until she had him shooting his wad in her mouth. This was what she wanted.
Her fingers massaged his balls as she sucked on the head of his penis.
They went at each other like animals in heat. Their sweaty bodies slapped together as he ate her pussy and she sucked his cock.
Nibbling her clit, brought more juice into his mouth and he rammed his dick hard down her throat. The rapid-fire thrusts stimulated her and suddenly she felt him juicing.
Her cheeks sucked in as she devoured his sperm. He loved the fact Terry didn't want to spit it out. She wanted to swallow it and this excited him more.
Her hands held his ass and squeezed as she sucked the juice out of his cock.
They stayed in this position until they had drained each other. Then, slowly Terry slid her mouth off his pecker. She got off him as he slipped his tongue out of her twat.
Terry lay beside him and let one leg slip between his.
"Oh, George honey," she said, "I don't know what happened, but ever since we went and had sex with Betty and Harold, you've been so much better."
"Right on lover. I've even arranged for Tom and Helen to make it with us this weekend," he said.
"Oh that sounds marvelous," she responded. "We are liberated. I don't feel guilty about it, do you?"
"I sure as hell don't," he told her. "This is really living, baby. We can step out but we don't have to cheat."
"Yes dear," she said. "Neither of us has to have any jealousy. You know of course that I was only happy when you and Betty hit it off so well. You know I wasn't jealous, don't your?"
The anxiety she expressed by asking the question revealed that she was indeed considerably jealous. Her husband knew better than to say what he was thinking.
"Why of course you weren't jealous, honey," he said. "That's why it's so much fun to have a good time with you. You're a good sport."