They clung together, panting and whimpering.

Jonathon was drained, his balls collapsed and his pecker emptied; he held himself rigid while his randy wife worked her cunt on his pecker, grinding out the final spasms of her seething climax against him.

"That was lovely," she said, with a contented smile.

Jonathon collapsed upon her, gasping for breath.

"Now, tell me about the new maid," said the oversexed wife.

Jonathon lay on his back.

His cock had softened somewhat, but not all the way, for he was a man of considerable potency. It had bent from a bat into a loop, curling up from his belly and twitching, as if ready to go either way -to harden again or soften completely-depending on the circumstances.

Claire lay on her side, snuggling up to him. She trailed her fingertips down his flat stomach and folded her hand softly around his semi hard prick. She began to stroke him lazily.

His cock twitched, hardening through a series of short, sharp jolts. The knob expanded and the rod fattened. But there was no immediacy now. Their mutual orgasms had taken the heat off and now they could savor the slow, leisurely build up that would lead to another fuck.

"Is she pretty?" Claire asked.

"Ummmmmm.."

She felt his cock swell in her hand as he thought of this pretty young maid; it thrilled her. Jealousy had no part in their marriage but one-it inspired lust.

He said, "She's eighteen, blonde, nice, plump tits and a sweet face. An innocent sort, possibly even a virgin."

"Oh, my!"

Claire's amber eyes widened "I thought you might like a virgin," he said. "Oh, yes! How thoughtful of you, darling." "And her name is Dolly McGuire."

"Dolly! My God! How very droll!"

She pushed pulled on his prick. It was fully erect now, standing rampant from his belly and through her fist. She skimmed it lightly, brushing along the shaft and fingering the flaring slab of purple meat at the tip.