As she gave him a long steamy tongue-kiss, Shelly rubbed her naked tits against his chest. She pulled up his T-shirt and wriggled her stiff nipples into the thick hair mat. Frank gave a muffled groan.

At last they came up for air, and Shelly said in her husky voice, "Help a lady out, Frank? Honey, I'm so horny I could die."

"Uh, gosh, Shelly, I dunno," Frank said hoarsely. "I mean, I'm married, and I love my wife. I'm not sure I could do that to Joan."

"Darling," Shelly purred, "Joan will never know. And I really need you. Here, just feel this."

She quickly removed her bikini bottoms, and Frank gawked at her cute copper-colored bush. She grabbed his hand and stuck it between her legs. Frank shivered, and Vicky knew he was touching wet, searing-hot flesh.

"See?" Shelly whimpered. "Feel how hot my pussy is, Frank? Come on, help me out."

She didn't wait for an answer. She pulled off his T-shirt and tugged down his shorts. The crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging with an enormous hard-on. Shelly grasped the waist-band of his shorts and tugged the garment off, leaving him naked.

"Mmmmmm, Frank, you have a fantastic body," she gurgled.

Poor Frank didn't stand a chance. His cock was so engorged by now, it looked ready to explode. Shelly wrapped her fingers around the thick blue-veined column of meat and began pumping it, and Frank groaned with excitement.

There go his marriage vows, Vicky thought.

She was furious with him, yet at the same time she couldn't blame him a bit for responding to Shelly's come-on. After all, Shelly was a fantastically beautiful woman, and she was doing everything in her power to turn him on.

Vicky found herself staring at Frank's cock. He was pretty well hung. She felt hot cream oozing from her hungry little cunt, and she wished she had a hard cock of her own to play with. It had been so long since she and Don made love, so long that she was almost whimpering with need.