There was a telephone on the nightstand beside the bed, and she used it immediately.

She dialed a number and got a response. "Sam, darling?" she said. "Yeah, baby – has old horse prick left yet?" Sam asked, sounding eager.

"Yes, he's gone for the day. And I told him I had a headache, so I wouldn't have to fuck him – and I'm horny as can be, darling," Mrs. Grubb said.

Sam was breathing hard into the phone. "I'll be right over."

"Ummmm! Lovely, I'll just stay here naked in bed, and you can let yourself in," Emma told her lover.

She put the phone back in the cradle, smiling in happy expectation. While she waited for Sam to arrive, Emma played with her pussy a little. She wasn't trying to make herself cum, just getting her cunt nice and hot and juicy so she'd be all ready for Sam.

She stabbed her fingers in knuckles-deep and pulsed her cunt-muscles around them. The inner cunt-rings clamped on her fingers, just as she tightened them on her husband's gigantic cock, to make him believe that she had a really shallow fuck-hole and could only take half of his prick.

Emma didn't know if she should be proud of her cunt control or scornful of Clem for being so easily deceived.

Soon, she heard the downstairs door.

She took her hands out of her groin and sprawled out wantonly, legs apart, smiling.

The bedroom door opened and Sam came in.

Emma looked surprised – then delighted. Sam was wearing a long black raincoat and a fedora hat pulled down low. The figure in the raincoat was slender, but the bulge in the front was prominent. "Oh, Sam, how droll," Emma laughed. Sam opened the front of the long raincoat, exposing like a flasher.

Sam was naked beneath the coat, and a huge prick jutted out – but the prick was made of rubber.

Sam was short for Samantha. Samantha stood just inside the door for a minute, while Emma enjoyed the lewd performance, opening and closing the raincoat and flashing her loins.