Rod snorted. 'What's wrong? Oh, Christ, nothing's wrong – except I don't like balling somebody who's a million miles away. Your cunt is dry, June, you're not with me at all. What are you doing, making out your grocery list? Counting sheep? If you don't want it, at least be honest and tell me. I don't want to feel like a rapist.'
June felt like a complete bitch. He was right, it wasn't any fun for him when she didn't respond.
'I'm sorry, darling,' she said. 'I do want it. That is, I feel like I want it most of the time, only – I don't know how to explain it.'
'I do,' Rod said bitterly. 'You want it – but not from me. Let's face it, June – we're bored with each other, we'll never get it together again. It's just not going to work.'
'Oh, Rod,' she said tearfully, 'I hope that's not true. I mean, we've had our problems, but I hope we can do something about it.'
'Like what?' he said listlessly.
June gathered her courage. It was very hard for her to talk openly about sex. 'Well,' she said hesitantly, 'if we're bored, then it seems logical that we need some novelty, need to do something different.'
Logical? It was just like her to bring up logic at a time like this. Rod was angry and frustrated. His cock ached for release, yet her coldness turned him off. He wanted to punish her.
'All right,' he said coolly, 'let's do something different. Why don't you blow me?'
'What?' said June.
He sighed. 'You've heard of that practice, I presume? Giving a blow job, cocksucking. You've never done that before. Why don't you do it now, if you think we need novelty?'
June was aghast. Often she'd wanted to touch his cock, explore it and play with it, but she'd never dreamed of taking it in her mouth. She thought only whores did that. It seemed dirty and unnatural. Yet she wanted desperately to please him, to save her marriage…
Rod pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, his cream-soaked prick pointing stiffly at the ceiling. In the dim light of the room she could see it, huge and thick and swollen and sticky. He looked at her impatiently.
'Well, go ahead,' he said. 'It was your idea that we need something different.'
June shuddered. She didn't want to do that unspeakable thing, yet he was right – she was the one who had suggested novelty in their lovemaking. And she didn't want to lose Rod… Trembling, she got on her knees beside him and bent low over his lap.
She gently curled her fingers around his wet hard meat and brought her lips down to graze the big knobby head. Unwillingly she opened her mouth and slowly inserted the thick silky tip of his cock. The taste was not unpleasant but it was very strong, and for a moment she almost gagged. Then she forced herself to take more of it, to suck his engorged, and throbbing prick into her mouth as far as she could.
Rod gasped and sighed. He hadn't really expected her to do it. In eighteen years of marriage she'd hardly even touched his cock. He was pleasantly surprised. She began sucking him, her mouth hot and slick and juicy around his achingly erect dick, and it felt great. He sighed and lay back on the pillows, hugely enjoying himself. His thoughts, however, were not on his wife but on Vicky…
He remembered how that saucy little teenager had taken his prick in her mouth and sucked on it. That had really turned him on. Next time they got together, he'd have her do it again, and this time he'd shoot his load in her mouth… She'd be sucking him juicily, noisily, just like June was doing now…
In fact June seemed to be really getting into the spirit of it. Her mouth was wet and steamy, and she sucked him loudly, a lewd slurping noise that filled the bedroom. She sucked faster and faster, as if she really enjoyed it.
The moment she'd taken his prick into her mouth, June had had a strange and helpless vision. She remembers her son's sleek white erect cock and how good it had looked to her. She imagined she was holding it now, taking it in her mouth, sucking on it. The image made her instantly and hotly aroused.
She wanted so much to suck and taste that beautiful pale boy-prick of his. His saliva ran hot and steady as she sucked hungrily up and down the sleek throbbing pole. She enjoyed the taste of his dribbling juices. Cocksucking wasn't the nasty thing she'd anticipated. No, it was fun, a fantastic turn-on…
'Christ, yes, that's good, honey,' Rod moaned.
He was still deep in his fantasy of Vicky. He imagined the pert little blonde teenager bending over him, sucking his dick juicily and greedily. He could imagine how horny she'd be, how unashamedly lusty for him. He shouldn't just lie there like a lazy pig. He ought to do something for her, too.
Slowly he ran his hands up her body, seizing her hips and pulling her toward him. She responded, her mouth still busy on his cock. He got her turned around, then straddling him, so that her steamy fragrant pussy was right over his mouth. He stuck out his tongue…
'Ummm!' June mumbled.
Her mouth was stuffed with his cock and she couldn't make articulate sounds, but she moaned and whimpered as searing pleasure melted her body. He was licking his pussy, his wet tongue gliding deliciously into the plump swollen folds of her slit. It felt outrageously good. She was hot and horny again, more horny than ever. His thick tongue snaked up her ravenous little cunt, and she screamed in helpless floods.
Her lusty dizzy brain imagined it was Kent who was doing it to her, hungrily tongue-fucking her while she sucked his cock. She spread her legs wider, welcoming his tongue deep into her soaked hot box, and she sucked his rigid dick faster and faster. She hadn't been so excited in years…
Rod thrust his tongue deep into her, right to the root, and began to ream and tickle in her cream-filled hole. Moaning, crazy with horny pleasure, June gulped his fat drooling dick, taking half of it into her throat. She wanted all she could get, and she eagerly swallowed his salty juice as it dribbled steadily from his bloated aroused balls.
Rod went on thinking of Vicky, and June went on thinking of Kent. Before long they were coming, but not really with each other. They came with their young fantasy partners, came violently and noisily.
'Awww, Christ, yeah,' Rod yelped, 'eat my come, baby… Yeah, take it…'
June, moaning hoarsely, swallowed the steamy loads of jism that squirted into her throat. At the same time her tongue-fucked twat exploded into violent orgasm, and her cries became high and shrill…
They rolled away from each other, still deep in their separate fantasies. They didn't even say goodnight.
CHAPTER FIVE
June woke up feeling uneasy, vaguely ashamed. For a moment she didn't know what was bothering her – and then the memory flooded over her, full-force. She turned scarlet, moaned in mortification.
My God, the things she'd done last night… It was bad enough to have taken Rod's cock in her mouth, sucked on it like a shameless whore, swallowed his come. It was even worse that, all the while she was blowing her husband, she was pretending to do it with her own teenage son.
June leaped out of bed. Rod stirred, then snored again. Good – she didn't want to face him just now. He knew her guilty secret, or at least part of it. It was his cock she'd sucked, his come she'd eaten. In all the years of their marriage she'd never done anything so shameless and wicked.
He also knew damned well that she'd been thinking of someone else while she did it. Thank God he didn't know who…
June quickly got dressed and went to the kitchen. Kent was there, raiding the refrigerator, and she couldn't look him in the eye. Why, he was just an innocent boy. How could she have had such evil lusty thoughts about him? She hated herself.
'Would you like me to fry you some eggs, Kent?' she said shakily.
'Aw, no, Mom,' he said, 'I'll just grab what I can find. I gotta leave.'
'Oh?' said June. 'Where are you going?'
It looked to her as if he blushed, butte quickly turned away.
'I'm just meeting some guys,' he said.
'Well, be back by two o'clock, then,' said June. 'I'll be taking you and Patty to the pool for your lessons.'
'Okay, Mom,' said Kent. 'See ya later.'
