"Aaaahhhh!" Greta screeched, erupting into her third climax as his cock began to gush deep within her cunt. He fucked her relentlessly, each thrust sending a fresh burst of cum up her pussy. Greta drank his load with her aroused cunt, sucking his prick dry as she shivered and moaned and climaxed under Andy's humping body.

Later, Andy lit a cigarette and poured himself a jolt of whiskey over ice.

Andy lay back on the bed, sipping his drink, blowing smoke rings, glancing occasionally at the porno flick on the TV screen. Greta put her head in Andy's lap and began to lick at the softened, cum-sticky flesh of his well-fucked prick.

He had spilled a shitload of jism up her pussy, and she had collapsed screaming under him as he flopped, exhausted, atop her, but here she was, wet-mouthed and hot-tongued. He was starting to get hard all over again.

Her tongue moved up and down his cock, making his meat tingle. She slipped his cockknob into her mouth for some sucking, always relaxing it just as he began to stiffen noticeably, always returning to the provocative action of her wet tongue up and down his re-growing prick as she built him up slowly, tantalizingly. He stroked her head as he mouthed his cock.

He'd known Greta for years, had been fucking her off and on ever since high school. Maybe he should have married Greta.

Couldn't have been any worse than his first wife, Rosemary, who had spread her legs for every cock in three counties. The only big difference was, he'd known beforehand that Greta was a slut. He hadn't found out about Rosie until well after they had tied the knot.

After divorcing Rosie, he'd set himself a goal. He wanted a wife, but she had to be classy and a lady and preferably at least ten years younger than he. She had to be pretty – in fact, he wanted her gorgeous, because his contracting business was doing spectacularly, and a man with his money and position needed a beautiful wife.