As he looked down at his throbbing prick, he realized that he was in dire need of communication.
He felt the itchiness in his balls, knowing that there was only one way to rid himself of it.
CHAPTER 2
The tingles of anticipation continued to swell within Joel’s hard peter.
He looked down at his huge member, reaching out and stroking it a few times.
“I sure wish you’d suck my prick for me,” he looked down at his lovely wife and smiled.
“We’ve been over that before,” she replied tightly.
“I know we have, and as far as I’m concerned nothing’s been resolved.”
“It’s all been resolved,” Sheila crisply corrected. “I said I’m never going to do anything like that. I just don’t believe in that oral stuff.”
“What did I just do to you? That’s oral sex.”
“That’s a little different. You want to do it, so I’m not about to stop you.”
“Hell, you’ve asked for it many times.”
“Like I said. That’s different. I don’t mind you doing that to me. But I sure do mind sucking on your long disk. I don’t want to do that at all.”
“Just give me one good reason.”
“The whole thing strikes me as perverted,” she said defensively. “Let’s not go into that anymore. I’m tired of hearing about it.”
“I’m tired of being turned down.”
“Then just don’t ask again. That way you won’t get turned down.”
“Very funny,” Joel said sarcastically.
“I wasn’t trying to be funny. I was just trying to level with you. Now if you’d like some sex, then just go ahead. But don’t expect me to turn into a cock-sucker just to make you happy.”
Joel heaved a defeated sigh, looking down at his penis. The brief argument had caused his erection to wilt just a shade, even though his cock remained fairly hard.
“At least reach out and give me a good hand job,” Joel requested.
He knew he was on safe grounds in making that particular request. Sheila reached out with her right hand, working it swiftly up and down the full length of his organ.
While she was fingering his cock Joel closed his eyes momentarily and enjoyed the stimulating sensations.
It didn’t take a great deal to get him excited, but what bothered him was missing out on certain other events that friends of his were getting the benefit of all the time.
He would hear his driver friends and members of his pit crew talking about getting sucked off by their wives or girl friends. It bugged him to think that Joel Pearson, prominent race driver, wasn’t able to score to the same extent they were. And all because his wife still maintained certain hang-ups. He even heard a few of the guys talking about buggering their wives and girl friends, but not him. Not with Sheila.
His cock soon regained its full hardness, by which time he was ready to go into a state of high-flying fucking sensations.
His fingers worked their way down toward Sheila’s moist pussy. He toyed with her snatch a few times, then withdrew his fingers from it.
Joel reached out and grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart.
His eyes focused lengthily on her waiting pussy. Sheila was aware of what her husband was getting ready to do.
While his fingers continued to clutch Sheila’s thighs, Joel heaved his body forward, permitting his huge pecker to make its first entry inside her mound.
He felt the familiar tightness, and the pussy muscles clasping, exercising themselves as he drove his cock at a blistering pace, surging forward again and again.
Joel was in such a hot state that he knew he couldn’t space out his fucks, such as he often did. Whenever they got to get together for a more leisurely screw, Joel would time things in such a way that the sex would last a good while.
His body corkscrewed back and forth as he made one speedy penetration after another. His body would lunge forward, his cock penetrating even deeper, after which he would slightly withdraw his mammoth stick.
While the heat generated within him, Joel’s balls were beginning to bulge and itch. He enjoyed the fast, restless pace, and recognized that with each ensuing stab he was that much closer to orgasm.
“What a tight cunt you’ve got,” he exclaimed.
While his burning cock was exercising itself with great vigor inside Sheila’s mound, Joel dropped his head forward, permitting his tongue to enter her mouth.
Quite often he enjoyed the act of simultaneously Frenching with Sheila while his prick was stabbing and tearing inside her pussy.
Her body lunged back and forth, meeting his incessant piercing strides, as Joel moved ever closer to climax.
He worked his fingers around her breasts, twisting them every once in awhile against her nipples as the passionate urgings mounted within him with each and every flaming pecker stab.
He finally withdrew his tongue from Sheila’s mouth, working it down to her breasts.
He quickly left a trail of saliva on her left breast through diligent tongue efforts. He switched his tongue over to her right breast, maintaining the same kind of effective pace.
The closer that he drew to climax, however, the greater the recognition that Joel came to that he would have to devote his attention almost exclusively to the fucking.
He therefore withdrew his tongue from her breasts, looking down at her twisting, beautiful nude form as he kept on plunging his spear with great intensity into her pussy.
His fingers reached down and clutched her thighs. One of the things that had attracted Joel to Sheila right from the very beginning was her long, sensuous legs.
She was five-foot-eight, some four inches shorter than Joel, and he liked her beautiful lines, In fact, she was so beautiful that the only thing that he really had against her was her inhibitions.
But still he found his interests wandering to other women. Not in an overt way, to the point where he would actually attempt to score, but he found himself noticing them in ways he hadn’t previously. He found himself undressing them mentally more often than had been the case before, and wondered if a lot of it couldn’t stem from the fact that his wife maintained so many sexual hang-ups.
He recognized that a number of other women had no hang-ups at all, and were willing to engage in any form of sex activity.
The plunging cock stabs continued, and Joel found himself winding his way ever closer to climax.
His fingers creased against her thighs more tightly than before, and his cock was a veritable buzz saw of activity as he kept on plunging it incessantly inside her mound.
A few strokes later, a sea of burning white liquid began to spill out of the end of his rod.
“I’m there,” he gasped, “what a fuck we’ve had, baby. I really love slamming it to you. Oh, what a great screw.”
He watched with fascination as the last few droplets of sperm spilled out of his penis.
CHAPTER 3
Joel left for Northern California on Friday.
Sheila begged off from going with him on the trip, deciding to stay home. The races made her nervous, and she quite frequently decided against going to them.
Joel fared well in Sunday’s race, finishing a close second to the race’s winner.
He immediately called Sheila following the race, letting her know that he was in good health, and had finished in the runner-up spot.
After he finishes talking to Sheila, Joel decided to go across the street to a restaurant-bar and have something to eat and drink.
As he walked inside, threading his way toward the bar in the crowded restaurant, a number of well-wishers slapped him on the back.
A race car owner stopped him and exclaimed: “I predict you’ll be the best driver in this whole circuit in a few years.”
“I don’t know about that,” Joel smiled. “There are a lot of good ones around.”