His wife began to gasp, her breath coming in short, jerky pantings. "Faster! Deeper!" she demanded.
Kneeling above her, then, Harry began to thrust it in and out of her demanding cunt with more force, pushing the mechanical cock into her as far as he could. With his other hand he reached down to the silky black hair of her pubic mound and used a finger, lightly, on the blood-distended shaft of her clitoris, rubbing across it in tempos with the fucking motion in and out of her cuntal passage. As he knelt there, between his wife's lovely legs, manipulating her to orgasm, his lanced-out, hardened cock jerked and throbbed, involuntarily, with the eroticism of his act. He was hot… ready to fuck, but he could wait, he decided. It'll be like heaven… when she gets her mouth to working on me!
Suddenly, she was there! She came convulsively, her body shuddering with delicious rapture, as her release washed over her body. "Harrrrryyyyy! Oh, darling… that's it! I'm cumming! I'm cuuuummmmmmmiiiiinggggg! Aaaaaaaaaaauuuuuggghhh! Ooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaauuuuugggghhhh!"
Her legs splayed to either side, and as Harry watched, he saw her face contort in exquisite agony… then begin to relax into beatific beauty, again, as the euphoria of her rapture overcame her. He pulled the vibrating dildo from her clasping cuntal passage, switched it off and tossed it aside on the bed. Coming down on top of her then, he kissed her lips, tenderly, and held her tight while her quivering body gradually relaxed.
After a few moments, she opened her eyes and mumbled against his mouth, "Oh… that one was nice, darling… but later on… tonight… I want you to fuck me… too!"
"Okay, doll…! Anything you say!" He agreed, rolling from on top of her and sprawling out on his back beside her; then he went on to ask, "That remark you made… about pulling a reverse on me… you don't have any ideas about picking up guys, on your own do you?"
"Oh… that! Well… not that I haven't been tempted… but I saw a guy… that I could really go ape over!" she explained, her eyes lighting up, as she remembered. "And, there'd be a sweet, young thing for you…!"
"How young…?"
"Oh, like maybe seventeen or eighteen!"
"And the guy's a young kid I suppose?"
"He looks older… maybe twenty-five…"
"All right," Harry growled, "don't keep me in suspense! Who the hell are they?"
"He's the one on the motorcycle… with the girl riding behind him… remember?"
"Christ, Vivian!" he exploded. "You can't be serious! We don't want to get mixed up with any of them!"
"Why not?"
"Hell! Those people ride in gangs… and pull all kinds of cruddy things! I wouldn't trust them… as far as I can see them… or smell them! He was the one with the black beard and acted like the leader… right…?"
"Yes… that's him!" she affirmed. "But, I think it'd be fun… to get to know somebody like that!"
"It could be dangerous, too!" her husband exploded. "And I say no… we won't get to know them! We'll stick to our own kind!"
Vivian decided to needle him. "And what kind is that, darling…?"
"The safe kind!" he growled. "Middle class… white… you know what I mean!"
"Yes, I know what you mean… WASPs… is that it? White, Anglo-Saxon and Protestant!" She was sarcastic. "Your prejudices are showing!"
Harry didn't want to argue with her, just then. He had a big, solid hard-on… and he was more interested in sex than he was in her views about his prejudices. "Hell… Vivian! I don't want to fight with you about some stupid thing… right now! Let's finish what we started… Okay?"
"Okay, honey," she agreed, softening, as she realized she was being unnecessarily bitchy about it. She knew her husband's point of view. It just didn't agree with her own, always, for her's was a more liberal outlook. "Can I ask you one thing, though? What about the blonde… and her husband? How are we going to get to meet them and…?"
"Christ I told you… I was going to work on it, tomorrow! When he gets up in the morning his truck's not going to start… then I'm going to be on hand to help him fix it!"
"You mean you've already fixed it so it won't start?"
"Hey… you got it… the first time!" he complimented her, sarcastically. "I switched some wires around and when he isn't looking… I put them back which makes me a mechanical genius… then we have a drink… and we take it from there!"
"Okay… I understand, Harry…" She smiled up at him, sparklingly. "I'll do my part… even if he is kind of… ordinary…"
She kneeled up and crawled over between his legs. He spread them out wider for her, and as he looked down the length of his body to watch her, he saw that his cock no longer was standing up rigid and hard. It leaned, crazily, to one side, as it became detumescent.
"Christ! All this damn talking made me lose my hard-on!" he grumbled, complainingly.
"Don't worry, darling!" Vivian told her husband. "I'll fix that… right away!" Her trembling, now eager hand reached down to grip the almost flaccid shaft of his cock. She held it upright and felt the throbbing growth of it her touch had caused; then, deftly, she milked the heavy foreskin back over the rapidly inflating corona. "See… it's coming to life… already!" she exulted.
Harry raised his hips up to her, driving the shaft of his cock into the grip of her hand and felt a certain pride to see it soar out several inches beyond her grasping thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile, her other hand went lower, under him, to caress his heavy, sperm-laden balls, her fingernails scratching, lightly, over the taut but crinkled surface of his scrotal sac.
Then, she leaned down, lower, to kiss the satiny, reddish tip of his cock. God! It felt good. He felt the powerful pulse of furiously pumping blood at the electrifying touch of her lips.
Knowing the stimulating effect of it, Vivian used her teeth to nip, lightly, up and down the hardening length of his prick. His groan of pleasure urged her on, as she switched sides, nibbling a little harder, now. She spotted the battery-powered vibrator, her husband had tossed aside and wondered what effect it would have on him. She took it in her hand, found the switch and turned the device on, then she brought the humming, ogival head of it into contact with his testicles, running it gently over them.
Harry's body jerked. "Christ!" he grunted. "I don't know how much of that I could take!"
"Does it feel good… darling!"
"Too damn good! It feels like it'd make me cum… in about fifteen seconds!"
Experimentally, then, she ran it lower, until it was grazing the brownish, crinkled flesh of his anal opening. The vibrator made him jump, again, as powerful sensations flooded through him, and his massive cock began to throb, violently, in her hand. "Take it away!" he ordered. "It's too much! Too much!"
"Okay!" She snapped it off. "Now… you know what it does to me!"
"Yeah… but you can just keep popping! A man can't do that! There's a need for a little rest… in between times… so it's different!"
Tossing the vibrator to the foot of the big, double bunk bed, she held his pulsing cock in both hands, and her honeyed mouth came down to it, her ovaled lips encompassing the bloated head with warm moistness. Involuntarily, his prick kept jerking in her mouth, and the very thought of what she was doing gave him a large, erotic charge… as usual. It was the lewdness… the salaciousness of it, almost as much as the intensity of the keening sensations her mouth brought him, that seemed to increase his pleasure in it, giving him an added sense of voluptuousness.
Now, she held the massive length of his cock with one hand, again, while the other massaged his balls, below, caressingly, being careful not to hurt them; meanwhile, her cheeks began to hollow as she sucked on the head of his cock, rhythmically.