Raymond Thomas - The Young Swappers

“Tell me what.”

“The fact that you wouldn’t give me the same kinds of sex sensations Faye would. I don’t want to hurt you, darling. I just want you to show a little more enthusiasm for the act since I have been willing to give you all that I could muster in the way of oral satisfaction, I think you should be willing to do the same thing for me.”

“I don’t know. I would consider it, though. I don’t want to lose you, Joel.

I’ll tell Faye that I can’t ever have sex with her again, If she wants to continue to be my friend, then okay. But no more intimacies.”

“That’s exactly right,” Joel nodded. “And I promise you from the bottom of my heart that I won’t be having any more sex with Faye either.”

“That makes me feel so good to hear,” Sheila said.

Her husband threw his arms around her, delivering a long kiss to her lips which caused their hearts to throb and their bodies to shake.

When he removed his lips from hers, she exclaimed: “Congratulations on winning that race. You’re my hero.”

At that point he began to undo his shirt.

Once Joel removed his clothing, and totally shed his underwear, he jumped under the sheets with his lovely wife.

Sheila never looked better to him than she did at that moment. He was convinced that their problems were behind them. Eventually, he felt confident, she would even see her way clear to participating in other forms of sex with him, acts that he had been denied up to that point.

His fingers worked resolutely at her panties, sliding them off swiftly.

As her panties hit the floor, Joel reached out and gripped her legs. His strong fingers caressed them with surging eagerness as he pushed his hard penis forward.

This time she was enthusiastic about the prospects of sex with him, and that fact became apparent to Joel from the manner in which she manipulated her hips back and forth.

The overpowering desires rippled through his whole body, and he shoved his lean body forward, connecting with her mound.

His erect member planted itself stiffly in her vagina. She twisted her body, basking in the enjoyment of his strokes.

“Kiss me, baby, tongue my mouth,” she sighed.

“With great delight,” he smiled.

His head surged forward and he implanted his tongue squarely in her mouth. The tongues merged, splashing with uninhibited eagerness as he kept on rocking his body back and forth.

He pushed forward relentlessly, moving rapidly toward climax while his tongue kept on splashing against hers.

A few strokes later, the juices surged out of the end of his instrument.

His body felt clean and alive as he watched the skyrocketing white liquid spill from the end of his cock into her lively mound.

Things were beginning to look up again in Joel Pearson’s life.