Kim leaned closer, her breath a white-hot fire brand on his cheeks and she touched his thigh lightly, her fingertips seething with desire, searing the cloth. "I can tell you're married, Roger. What's your wife like?"

Roger was taken aback for a moment. What was there to say about himself and Lonnie? What could he tell this teasing vixen about how he suspected his wife of cheating on him, of letting another man fuck her… Before he could gather the semblance of a reply, Kim went on. "It doesn't matter, Roger," she said, "but I can tell by the way you reacted that you've got problems at home. It your wife untrue to you or just no good in bed?"

"Lonnie's a very capable sex partner," Roger said, stiffly.

"Then it must be my first guess. She's being very capable with somebody else." Kim shrugged, her breasts in marvelous profile. "Join my club Roger, honey. My husband was fucking around on me all the time, too." She was almost nuzzling his cheek now, and her voice was sugar in his fevered ears. "We've both been lashed by the same whip. So let's lash back and have a little fun in the bargain."

"Kim… for God's sake!"

"You want to fuck me… and I want you to, only I don't have a big cock to get hard to show you. I just have to show you anyway I can!" Her breasts pressed hotly, softly against his arm and her lips found his jaw line and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, leaving a trail of molten fire along his skin. She let her hand on his thigh slide up higher…

Until she touched the throbbing bulge of his penis.

Roger almost leapt off the couch in convulsive reaction. Kim stroked his encased but sensitive penis, and though he tried to pull back, she was sliding closer, increasing the rhythm of her strokings. Guilt welled up in Roger, engulfed him in a wave of nausea at what was about to transpire, and he tore himself free, standing up and trying to control his trembling, nerve-blistered emotions.