Betty sucked him dry.

She kept sucking his prick until she was sure that she had milked out every sweet drop of cum. Then she pulled her mouth off his prick and turned her radiant face up, parting her lips to let him see the last of his milky cum coating her pink tongue. She swallowed with her mouth open.

Then she used her tongue to gather up the stray cum from his lower cock-shaft and his balls.

She drew back and spread out, expecting Bill to throw a good fuck into her now.

But to her dismay, he got up and started to put his clothing back on.

"Hey! I didn't get to cum yet, sweetheart," Betty reminded him.

"I gotta get to work now, honey. I want more than just a quickie on our anniversary," he replied. "You keep your cunt simmering until I get home, and then I'll throw a long, slow fuck into you. Okay?"

Then Bill left – and left Betty frustrated. She began to finger-fuck herself again, licking her fingers from time to time. But she was a lot hornier now than she had been earlier, turned on by having had a mouthful of cock-meat and a drink of hot cum.

A hand-job wasn't going to satisfy her today.

She decided to telephone one of her lovers and invite him over for a piece of ass.

Betty felt a little guilty about cheating on Bill on their anniversary, especially after he had given her a shiny red convertible.

But it was his own fault, after all, for face-fucking her and leaving her cunt neglected.

Justifying her infidelity that way, Betty went to the telephone.

But she couldn't make up her mind which of her boyfriends to summon for sex. She wasn't sure that a single fuck would satisfy her a hell of a lot more than the fingerfucking had been doing.

So, feeling quite deliciously naughty, Betty decided to ask two guys to come over, to make sure that she got plenty of prick today.

What Bill didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She telephoned Vince Clayton and Joe Morris.