Taking Charlie's hand, she led him into the living room. The sofa would have to do. Charlie seemed to understand. He smiled at her.

"It's your choice, baby. This place is as good as any, maybe even better."

Her heart pounded as she watched him remove his tie and shirt. How strange it was to have a man other than her husband undressing in the living room!

When Charlie had his shoes and socks and pants stripped away, she could see his hard cock jutting like a stiff poker under his jockey shorts. She trembled with anticipation.

Then the shorts came down and his long thick cock and large hairy balls were totally exposed. Gloria shivered. His cock was big. It looked big and ready and very capable. Faced with his dripping male-meat, she was suddenly no longer frightened by the idea of adultery.

Her husband seemed to have very little interest in her. She was a woman. She needed a man's cock. She needed the look and feel of a hard cock to tell her she was wanted. She needed a man making love to her.

She could feel the wetness in her pussy. Her cunt was now a juice-drenched swamp demanding to be stuffed with cock.

In a daze, she went down on her knees in front of Charlie and wrapped her hands around his throbbing cock. Opening her mouth, she closed her lips over his bloated cock-head, swirled her tongue over the velvety spongy knob, and then released him and rose to her feet again.

"Nice!" Charlie said. "Come on, baby, get undressed. Let me see your tits!"

He stood there naked, his hard cock swaying, as she peeled off her clothes.

"Christ, what jugs!" he said. "You've really got 'em!"

Massaging her heavy thick-nippled tits with her fingers, Gloria blushed. His wife's tits were just as large as hers. She wondered what kind of a marriage they had. She wondered if Mona was aware that Charlie played around like this.