to him. But he set the objections aside just as if he were convincing a couple to buy a house that they shouldn't have. It was his talent.
He got back into bed and said. 'Goodnight.'
'Goodnight,' Sally answered.
Hal was glad she didn't demand a goodnight kiss after sucking his dick. Then, pure of heart and mind, he slipped into a sound sleep.
'Go on, give it a good morning suck,' Hal said.
'Well, if you insist, Hal.' Sally glared at him and then, realizing it was helpless, went down on her husband's shriveled cock. It was slow getting up and Sally experienced a plentitude of sexual feelings sucking on it. She quitted her initial pace and sucked it slow, enjoying the slow rise as it hardened.
Hal watched her mouth pulling at his penis and when he was almost hard enough, he pulled away.
Sally was disappointed. She'd hoped that he'd stick it in her cunt, even if only for one of his quickies. She was horny all over after being left hanging last night and she wished she could tell him. But after being married to Hal for twelve years, she knew it was pointless telling him anything about anybody else. The sudden rejection seemed even more pointed when she realized they would have their thirteenth wedding anniversary in just a couple of days.
Regretfully watching Hal put his hard-on in his pants – and wondering why he wanted to take it with him, Sally rolled over on the bed so her breasts spread out under her weight like soft cushions.
'You know what happens this week, Hal, don't you?'
'Mmmmm-mmmm, of course I do.'
'What?' Sally stared at him, willing him to remember.
'Of course, it's your birthday, darling. I wouldn't forget.'
He was completely dressed but Sally got up and pressed her naked body against him. 'Don't you remember, it's our wedding anniversary!'
'That's nice, Sal.' Hal hunted around for his keys and things even with Sally leaning on him.
'Wouldn't you like to stay home with me, darling?'
'Of course I would. But I'll have to do that on our anniversary on…' He looked at her.
'Friday,' Sally said helpfully.
'On Friday.' Hal smiled at himself in the mirror and knotted his tie.
'I wish you could stay…'
'I've got work at the office today. I can't let it go,' Hal said soothingly. It was the same tone he used closing a real estate deal.
'Oh, Hal!'
Claretta stood back from the desk in Hal's private inner office admiring her employer's big hard-on. She was a frizzly-curl blonde and her face was mostly hidden in the cavern under her hair, but she managed to flash white teeth enough so that Hal could see her smile.
'Come here, baby,' Hal rumbled. 'It's just something that I thought you might like to have me bring from home for you.'
'It sure is, baby,' Claretta said.
Grabbing hold of it, the secretary laughed and backed up against the desk and towed Hal after her. She let him fumble with her skirt and pull it up around her waist and make the usual sounds of pleasure that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She wished Hal Dexter would play with her twat a little, first though. It was all dewy from thinking about the new salesman he'd hired, a pretty boy who must have been hung like an ox from the way the other girls clung to him.
Automatically, she leaned her ass on the desk and wrapped both legs around Hal's waist as his cock flowed into her sombulent twat.
'Oh, baby, I love it when you do that to me.'
She hugged him and stuck her tongue in his ear and Hal began eagerly plugging his secretary's slot the same way he had shagged the cheerleader when he'd been a high school football star.
Banging her ass against the desk, feeling his cock swelling up inside her cunt, he smiled to himself. He'd been a real cockhound back then. A different girl every night, a good, quick bang. No masturbating crap for him. For some reason, they just seemed to know he would only fuck them once and leave them because they didn't bother him too much when he went on to new conquests. Hal knew it was because he controlled them. They did what he told them to. And when he told a broad to get lost, she got lost.
His cock was swelling in Claretta's hole and he was on the verge of cumming. And then she stuck her tongue in his ear and he was blowing his jism up her twat hard enough to blow her brains out.
'Damn, Claretta, you're a good fuck any time of the day or night.'
'Oh, thank you, Mr. Dexter,' she said. She controlled her cunt muscles and squeezed down, milking Hal's rapidly softening penis.
They exchanged kisses and then Claretta went out front to the lady's john so she could wash out his semen before getting back to her desk.
Hal was in a good mood when she left. It sure was funny, he thought to himself, a stud like him getting married to the prettiest virgin in the whole school. Of course, now he knew why she was a virgin. She was sexually cold. She didn't get heated up enough to break her cherry until old Hal junior got working on it. Hal patted his cock with satisfaction. It didn't matter, he had to admit to himself. In all other ways, Sally was a good wife. In fact, maybe she was trying to change…
He considered the way she sucked his cock and smiled. She'd do anything for him, anything to make him happy – even if it killed her.
In an expansive mood, Hal called a jeweler friend and ordered a fancy watch with an inscription on the back be sent to her on Friday. Then he called his competitor down the street and suggested a few rounds of golf before lunch.
He sighed with satisfaction. It was going to be a hell of a busy day.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sally could hardly move. Her longing for sex was so strong she was tempted to call Hal at the office as soon as he left and ask him to come home again. She really wanted to try. If they worked at it, maybe they could have a sex life yet…
Then she dismissed the idea.
She heard the door down the hall open and close. Resolutely Sally got out of bed and walked out in the hall, still naked. She went down the hall to the boys' room, the one they still shared, and walked in.
'Willikers, Mom,' Tommy said. He was popeyed staring at her. Somehow he thought everything would be different after they came home from the cabin.
John didn't say anything. He had been beating his meat wearing only his pajama tops. He looked up, embarrassed at being caught at it by his mother. The fact that his mother was naked made him want to beat off all the more, though.
'Do you want to stay home today, kids?'
'Wow,' they both said.
'Sure, Mom,' John added. 'But there's school today and…'
'And we'll call you in sick later, won't we?'
'Gee, Mom, if you say so. Yeah!' John nodded his head vigorously. It had just occurred to the twelve-year-old that if his mother was naked, maybe he wouldn't have to beat off after all.
'Come into my room,' Sally said. 'And we can playa couple of games to wake up this morning.' She looked fondly at her children and realized that Hal was going to supply her with all the pleasure that he had left her out of for the past thirteen years.
Sally was in her favorite position when the boys came into her room. She was on her hands and knees on the furry rug in the center of the cleared space in front of the vanity. When the boys came in, she playfully tugged the bottoms of Tommy's pajamas right off his legs. Then she smiled.
