"Damnit, bitch, do it, I said!" her husband barked down at her.

"Y-Yes… yes, darling… yes!" Jean gasped, whimpering as she moved on the bed, sitting up to its edge, her feet touching the floor. Obediently, she encircled her small hand around its thick base, the bottom of her little white fist buried in his wealth of curling black, pubic-hair. "D-Don't be angry with me… please don't…?"

While Mark shuddered in rapidly suppressed delight at Jean's soft warm touch, Carol felt a surge of growing desire boil through her own naked body at the provocative sight. She stared enviously at Jean's small fisted hand unable to fully encompass her husband's thick, hardened length of throbbing penile flesh. Her own excitedly panting breaths shortened covetously and her eager eyes were glued to the lewdly arousing scene as once again Jean pleaded for her coldly glaring husband not to be angry with her.

"Oh fuck!" Mark luridly rasped in his obvious, pyramiding lust. "J-Just do as I say… both of you! W-We're going to play some very interesting little shame-games… just the three of us, until you two learn the real meaning of the word!" Then, to Carol, still lying back on raised elbows in trembling nakedness: "Now you come nice and close, Mrs. Steve Foster! You're going to worm out your hot little tongue and lick all the tasty cum-juice off it, so my prick will be nice and clean when I fuck it up into your lesbian little cunt! Come on, damn you! Lick it clean while my bitch-wife holds it out for you! Hurry up… move!"

Carol's brief hesitation was based on little more than her closest friend's anticipated feelings; for licking and sucking a man's cock until she made it cum in her mouth had always been her foremost sexual weakness!