Jeff couldn't get Francine Wellman out of his mind as he and Karen slowly walked toward their house. He'd never met such a bold, tantalizing woman in his life. She was a complete opposite to his quiet young wife. He'd met and married Karen when she was an eighteen-year-old virgin, and he'd never once heard the lovely young blonde use any suggestive language. She always blushed when people discussed sex in her presence, yet she seemed to enjoy her husband's body when they were alone in bed. Looking down at his sweet, fresh wife, Jeff couldn't imagine her ever using the obscenities he'd heard from Francine, yet the brunette's bold suggestiveness had really excited him.

Tracy Wellman was watching a late movie when Jeff and Karen entered the house.

"Did you have any trouble with the baby?" Karen asked the sitter.

"He's been a perfect angel," answered the girl as she gathered up her things to leave.

"Good," Jeff smiled, counting out the money for Tracy. "We certainly appreciate it when you sit for us."

"I'm glad you ask me to do it," the girl smiled, looking up at Jeff with those same soulful eyes that her mother had.

"That girl sure has a schoolgirl crush on you," Karen giggled when Tracy had gone.

"She's cute," laughed Jeff.

"Well, how did you enjoy the party?" Karen asked as they prepared for bed.

"I enjoyed it," he answered, thinking about Francine. "How about you?"

"It was okay, I guess," smiled Karen as she sat in front of the mirror, brushing her long blonde hair. "But some of the jokes were a bit vulgar."

"I thought they were funny."

"They might have been funny," she answered, walking into the bathroom, "but I thought they were in bad taste."

When they were finally in bed, Jeff couldn't fall asleep. His mind was filled with thoughts of the beautiful hostess and the way she'd propositioned him. His stiff cock was throbbing violently from the memories of her hot cunt rotating against his loins. Her invitation to call when he wanted a strange piece of ass burned in his ears as he tossed and turned in the bed. Unable to control his lust any longer, he drew Karen into his arms and slipped his hand under the hem of her nightie.