“Does Phil ever help you undress? No? Then make him do it.” She and Manuel had used undressing to turn each other on. With a wicked grin she walked over to Phil and began to unbutton his shirt.
“Let me help you with that, darling,” she said.
Phil grinned. “It’s a lot more fun than doing it myself,” he said. “Here, I’ll help you, too.”
As she unbuttoned his shirt, her hand kept sneaking inside to caress his hair-matted chest and tickle his nipples. As he unbuttoned her dress, he kept reaching inside to squeeze her tits through the tight confinement of her bra. Like he said, it was a lot more fun than undressing all by yourself. At last she drew off his shirt, and he slid her dress off over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Phil reached around her and unhooked her bra. He stared with hot appreciation at her naked creamy tits as he removed the skimpy garment. The pretty pale globes wobbled into their natural round full shape, the nipples soft and pink and dainty. With a hungry groan, Phil slipped his hands under her heavy tits and raised them slightly, bringing them within reach of his mouth. He started to lick her pretty rosy nipples.
“Ummmmm, darling, that’s so nice,” Karen murmured.
It was more than nice, it was miraculous. Phil had never played with her breasts, and now he was actually licking them. Luann had taught him some new tricks, all right. Delicious little ripples of pleasure coursed through Karen’s body, and she moaned happily as he stimulated her sensitive boobs with his tongue. She felt her pussy start to glow and moisten with arousal.
While he tongued her tits, she reached down and tugged at his shorts. She could hardly wait to get her hands on his cock. She’d learned a few new tricks herself, and she wanted to show them all to Phil—if only he’d let her. She hoped Luann had also taught him not to be so inhibited, to accept kinky favors from ladies.
“Ummmmmm, yes, Phil, darling, lick my tits,” she sighed. “I really like that.”
Encouraged, Phil sucked one of her little pink nubs into his hot wet mouth and began to suck loudly and wetly on it. Karen gave a gasp of pleasure as hot sensation streaked right from her nipple to her pussy. Phil’s juicy red-hot mouth felt terrific on her sensitive breast.
“Yes, lover, suck me,” she whined.
She tugged even more urgently at his shorts and finally succeeded in getting them down to his knees. Then she found out why it had been so difficult. She’d never known him to be so hard. His big swollen dick hugged his belly tightly, hot and throbbing and blue-veined. It was oozing big sticky gobs of cream.
Karen almost drooled when she felt that juicing cock head. She wanted desperately to go down on him, suck and taste him, and eat his delicious salty juices. But she held herself back. He’d been inhibited for so long, she didn’t want to scare him off by moving too fast. Phil had sucked her left nipple into taut and pebbly erection, and now he sucked the other one into his fiery mouth and gave it the same treatment.
“Ummmm,” Karen moaned, “Ummmmmm.”
Even as he sucked ravenously at her nipple, she started guiding him over to the bed. They moved clumsily, but they got there. She wanted more room to maneuver. It was great to have Phil finally engaging in foreplay, but she wanted to touch him, too. Karen didn’t like being passive, just having things done to her.
She particularly wanted to play with his cock.
They fell onto the bed, and her wet spit-soaked tit popped from his mouth, the nipple stiff and erect. Karen grinned as she crawled toward her flush-faced husband, her big swollen boobs swinging crazily. She dived suddenly for his rigid cock as it lay flat and hard against his belly. She rubbed her face hungrily against the big swollen dick, and then her little pink tongue flashed out, wet and eager.
“Oh, Christ, yes,” Phil gasped, “yes, Karen, honey, lick my cock.”
The words were music to her ears. She never thought she’d hear her puritanical husband say them. With a hungry moan she started licking his cock roughly, wetly, from the brown bush at the base clear, up to the fat bulbous purple head. She could feel the hard core of his cock, the hot throbbing life inside. Her tongue tickled and lashed busily, eagerly, up and down the stiff stalk, while Phil lay back on the bed moaning with excitement and pleasure, a big horny grin splitting his normally solemn and businesslike face.
“Oh, honey,” he sighed, “you don’t know how many years I secretly wanted you to do this. Yes, I ached for you to go down on me, Karen, but I thought it was evil, so I didn’t ask. God, the time we’ve wasted.”
Karen agreed one hundred per cent, but she didn’t stop to tell him so. She was too busy tasting her husband’s delicious hard cock for the first time. For the very first time in their marriage she got to tongue and lick and taste and kiss and suck the cock she adored. It was like all her sexual fantasies come true.
“Christ, honey,” Phil moaned, “don’t you ever get tired?”
“No,” Karen said quickly, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, I couldn’t possibly get tired.”
“You wanted to go down on me?” Phil said wonderingly.
“Yes, but you wouldn’t let me,” Karen replied.
“Oh, Christ,” he sighed, “I really was an asshole, wasn’t I?”
She didn’t bother to reply to that, either. They could talk some other time, as far as she was concerned. What she wanted to do now was explore him with her tongue and mouth, do all those wild and naughty things he’d never let her do before. She drooled just thinking about it.
“Darling,” she whimpered, “I want to take your cock in my mouth. Is that all right?”
“Jesus, yes,” Phil said gratefully. “I’d love that, darling. I’ve wanted you to blow me for so long.”
Moaning with excitement, Karen lunged for his stiffly erect cock, feeding the fat purple head between her lips. She stuffed the long pale dick in as far as she could get it, right into her hot clinging throat. Phil’s fine-furred swollen balls came to rest against her chin. She started to suck hotly and hungrily on her husband’s cock.
“Awwwww,” Phil yelped.
Maybe it was just her imagination, but his cock seemed to taste better than all the others she’d had. She drooled hotly all over the big silky rod as she sucked it. His juice bubbled out onto her tongue, and she gurgled happily and swallowed it as fast as it oozed out. Meanwhile Phil was gasping with pleasure, writhing on the bed.
“My God,” he whined, “I never felt anything like this before. You do it even better than Luann.”
Karen would have chuckled if she hadn’t had a mouthful of cock. She was very good to know that her talents were rated so high. So Luann had sucked his cock, too? Well, she intended to outclass Harry Rosen’s red haired mistress in every respect. She tilted her head back, gulped, and swallowed half of Phil’s long swollen dick.
“Ahhhhhb, Christ,” he wailed.
It must have come as quite a surprise to him to have his prick swallowed. Her seering hot clinging throat squeezed his meat deliciously, and he yelped and bellowed blissfully as she worked her powerful throat muscles around his swollen cock. He clawed the bed and panted, and his voice got hoarse with the blinding pleasure of having his dick sucked.
“Karen, honey,” he panted, “it’s just too much. I’m gonna come. Oh, oh, ohhhhhh.”
She could have let him go, saved his big beautiful erection, but she wanted to eat his come too badly, to get all of it she could. She felt his cock head exploding in her mouth, deluging her with delicious cream, and she moaned with excitement and swallowed it as fast as it jetted out. Again she felt that her husband’s jism tasted better than any other mans.
“Awwwwww,” Phil yelped as he came in her mouth, his cock jerking hard and helplessly.
“Awwwwww.”
At last his prick was limp and drained, and it slipped from her lips to fall wetly on his thigh. He looked down at it and sighed. “Hey, sorry about that,” he said.
“That’s all right, darling,” Karen said bravely, though she was terribly disappointed. “We’ll try again another night.”
“Another night?” Phil laughed. “Hell, in another minute would be more like it. I don’t need a whole day to get hard again, silly. Just give me a moment to catch my breath.”
Karen gawked at him, hardly daring to believe her ears. Phil had never in his whole life come twice in a night. He’d never even tried. Many times she’d lain awake writhing with frustration while he snored, wishing to God he’d get it up again and take care of her maddening need. But the only time she’d gotten the nerve to tell him, he said he needed his sleep because he had a big day at the office coming up.
Now he was telling her that his cock would be hard and ready to go again in just a few minutes. Karen creamed right through the crotch of her panties, she was so excited. Maybe at last he was going to bring her off. Phil grinned at her and reached for her panties, the last garment she had on. Karen moaned and let him slip them
