"Julie has simply got to learn that it's not right to do those things," she said in a faltering voice.
"Do what things?" Al gently stroked her bare shoulders, and Marjorie trembled, goosebumps popping out on her tanned flesh.
"You, you know what I mean." Marjorie stopped brushing her hair and the brush dropped with a clatter onto the vanity.
"No, I don't. Tell me." Al kissed her hair, still stroking her arms.
"Ma-masturbating. I…" She shivered and reached for his hands, but Al pulled back.
"What's wrong with it?" he persisted.
"She, she'll get herself worked up and, all sorts of things, sex, boys, fucking – oh, Al!" Marjorie swung around, but Al backed out of her reach. "Do you want it?" he teased.
Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants, Marjorie nodded.
"Yes," she whispered. "Very much."
"Earn it. Show me how well you can play with yourself. Come on. Take all your clothes off and show me what you can do to yourself."
"It's not fair," Marjorie protested.
"Do you want to suck it?" Al pulled his pants off and stood naked in the middle of the room, the thick length of his cock jabbing straight at her.
Marjorie's hands slid across her breasts, cupping and squeezing them gently, her fingers tugging lightly at the already rigid tips.
"You know I do," she whispered. "I love to suck you. When you come in my mouth it's almost like you were inside me. Sometimes it's even better."
"Do it, Marjorie. Touch yourself for me." Al smiled at her gently, and his wife shuddered with lust.
"Yes, I'll do it. I'll show you everything." She stripped her slip and panties off, sitting down again with the light catching glints off her tightly curled pubic hair.
"If you do it, really do it, I'll eat you up. Would you like that?" Al gently stroked his cock.
Never taking her eyes off the thick shaft of his prick, Marjorie slid her hands down into her crotch. She pulled her lips open and exposed the moist, pink flesh of her cunt to him. Her clit was a light pink button at the top of her pussy slit, already covered with her come ooze.