Actually, she was giving him a fairly good blowjob. Nothing to compare with his own wife's expert and experienced mouth, but she got an A for sheer effort. She was learning a few tricks now too, whirling her long tongue around the head of his big dick, ripping her teeth gently along the surface of his meat, carefully squeezing his balls as she'd sucked. Jack had had so many girls and women lavish eager blowjobs on him, he was beyond being impressed. But it was his own wife, Sally, who could give him the most artistic, diabolically thrilling blowjob in creation. She was also the hottest, wildest piece he'd ever had, working her searing cunt on his long prick like blazing velvet glove – wheedling, coaxing, sucking his jism out of him faster than any woman ever had. It was really the only reason he'd married Sally. That, plus the fact that she supported him with her sexy body when times got tough – or when Jack got lazy, which was all too often.

But his plan would fix all that, once and for all. No more hustling for either of them after this caper. Easy Street was just around the corner, and the thought so cheered him he almost felt like giving the blonde on her knees before him a break and shooting off in her anxious hot mouth. Jesus, she really wanted it now! She was moaning fiercely and sucking his huge rod in a fury of lust, bobbing her head up and down, then whipping it from side to side, using her tongue like a whip of mad passion on his knob. But then the cold business part of him took over and he decided to hell with that kind of generosity. In the first place, he had to keep his wife satisfied and if she didn't get it twice a day, in either her mouth, pussy or ass, she became frantic. And in order to ensure that the blonde kept her mouth shut for the next two crucial weeks he would have to fuck her until she was raving with happiness, which meant two solid hours right there.