"Do you want to hear that story or not?" he sputtered as she gave a gentle squeeze that sent shivers down his spine.

"Mmmmm," she answered softly, "just amusing myself in the meantime."

"Well," Harry ground his teeth again and began. "I figure the way to get her is through him. If we can get him in a position where he has to go along with it then we've got it made."

"And just how do you propose to do that?" his wife asked softly, continuing the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the full length of his rod.

"That's going to be your job. I did manage to get out of him that his wife is going to her mother's for a few days starting tomorrow and I thought we might get him out for dinner and a few drinks and let you go to work on him. I can work out an excuse to get lost so he won't suspect anything and you can take it from there. Show him the "Playpen" downstairs, that always works."

"Mmmm, I like. Gives me a chance to show my talents-and satisfy my maternal instincts all at the same time," she crooned gently. "Darling, for this you get a reward while you tell me how you think you can get him out with us if he's got the superiority bit about him."

His wife moved down the bed, trailing the soft moistness of her lips down across the soft flabbiness of his stomach. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his cock that reached yearningly up toward the ceiling. Suddenly, she was hovering on all fours with her face poised just above it until he could feel the hot air from her breath blowing close against it.

"Go on with the story, Darling," she cooed softly, "I'm waiting."

"And," Harry swallowed deeply as his wife haunched on all fours over his loins, stroked his hardness first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time, "You'll get him in the sack with you ooooh."