pitiful whisper.
He roared with laughter and bellowed, "Talk about a great Christmas bonus! Get ready for Roger junior!”
But Julie was too quick. With catlike agility she leapt off him, and spun around, settling on the ground between his legs. Before he could protest, she grabbed his slimy shaft and began stroking him firmly.
"No, let me taste your come instead," she insisted.
She never finishes me off orally, never even sucks me off after I’ve been inside her, so I'd never seen her like this before. Full red lips wrapped around his shiny prick, her hand a blur on his cock as she tried to milk his jism. He couldn't hold out long. Suddenly he reached out and pressed down on the back of her head with both hands, forcing his dick deep into her mouth. His whole body stiffened and he let out a long, contented moan that mingled with the sounds of my wife gulping down what must have been a prodigious load.
Roger settled back on the sofa as Julie gently licked him clean, her pretty pink tongue flicking out to capture every last drop of sperm that leaked from his cock.
When she was done, she rocked back on her heels, licked her lips and cooed, "Mmm tasty."
“My special eggnog,” he joked.
Roger stood and walked over to Julie. He gave her a tender kiss on the forehead and then disappeared into his bedroom. She picked up her glass and finished off her wine, her eyes finding mine and holding my gaze.
SEVEN
Finally, I broke the silence. "Maybe we should get going," I offered tentatively.
"Nonsense," Roger boomed as he reentered the room, clad now in a bathrobe. He’d lost the hat. "We're just getting started, aren't we Jules?"
She looked over at me. I slumped. She looked back at Roger and shrugged amiably, signaling she was game for more. She put down her wine glass
“What do you have in mind?” she asked.
“That was for you. Now this going to be for me.”
He led back over to the sofa. He maneuvered her flat on her back.
"Now pull your knees to your chest," he directed.
She complied willingly, completely exposing her still swollen and glistening snatch.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Roger said, more as a statement than a question.
He gently caressed her well-worn pussy, running his fingers over her labia, and sliding a finger down her slit.
“Nothing prettier than a freshly fucked pussy… though it would have been a treat to come inside it. Maybe I’ll be able to give you a creampie next time, huh Jack? That would be a nice Christmas treat.”
Roger continued playing with her swollen snatch. But he didn't stop there. He gently tickled the sensitive skin between her pussy and her anus, and then with excruciating deliberateness he began to trail his finger around the rim of her little, pink pucker.
He turned to me. "Have you ever had the pleasure?"
I shook my head, and croaked out a soft, "no."
"And you, Jules, have you ever had a man in your ass?"
"No," she replied equally softly.
"You sound apprehensive. Does the thought scare you?"
"Yes."
"It should," he replied. "Most men don't know what they are doing. All they can think about is jamming their cock in there. But it's not really about the penetration."
As he spoke, he withdrew a tube of lube from his robe pocket and squirted a gob onto his fingers. He continued to caress her anus, now slowly pressing the tip of his middle finger inside her.
"I get why gay men are like that. Men have a prostate. Getting a dick up in there stimulates it, and they come like a fire hose. Any pain is a small price to pay."
He turned back to me again, "Have you ever taken it up the ass, Jack?"
I tried to think of a snappy comeback, but the sight of his finger now sawing in and out of my wife's butthole was too distracting.
"No, I haven't. It’s not my thing," I explained absurdly.
He grinned and regarded me skeptically.
He went back to his lecture. "Truth is, for straights, anal sex is sort of unpleasant. Often at least a little painful for the woman, no
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