"No kidding!" his majestically beautiful wife exclaimed with a sensual titter of her own. "Milt, I haven't seen you this hot after anything for a long time. Sure it doesn't bother you that it's your flesh-and-blood you're after?"

Milt rolled his head to gaze over at his voluptuous and rich mate, noting with an appraising lecherous eye the white, smooth flesh of one naked raised leg bent at the knee, and the full, rounded shapeliness of its firm thigh. The enticing display sent a ripple of lust from his groin to his belly and he felt his heavy cock lurch inside the robe. Hell, even at thirty-eight she could still put women half her age to shame with that body, he realised and on top of that she knew how to use it. They were the couple el perfecto, all right; one as lecherous as the other, with no holds barred. That meant extra-marital sex and anything in between.

… Not to mention their dog-loving clientele for whom they sired and raised specially trained German Shepherd with talents many humans didn't possess. If those parties weren't enough to keep her from masturbating, she always had the never-absent sire, Paps by her side, the dog that had initiated the idea of breeding and training dogs for lonely women and swinging parties.

"Don't tell me that sexy young body doesn't turn you on, Baby," Milt taunted pointing to his cock-free hand to the video screen. "You haven't taken your eyes off that screen for a second."

For a moment, Claudia didn't answer, not that his remark bothered her in the least, their shared understanding of varied sexual pleasure was too profound for such nonsense.