Roger Grayson - A Neighborhood Party

"Harry! Get away from that window," Marsha scolded again. "You've got all you can handle at home right now. As soon as you deliver him to me then you can have all of that you can get, but not until then. I'm a very jealous wife, remember."

"OK, OK, if you want to be a kill-joy and take away the few pleasures a man my age has left in this life, then be a bitch. I'll just have to settle for you this afternoon."

"Harry," Marsha smiled at him demurely. "Let's take these drinks to the bedroom, shall we?"

"Why, you little whore!" Harry smiled, following behind her down the hallway. "You're about the most selfish thing alive. You always come first. You drug me away from that window for your own selfish designs, I might have known."

"I don't see you lagging far behind, my love." Marsha cooed, turning just inside the door and peeling her robe from her body seductively and dropping it to her feet. "Of course, if you'd rather not…"

"Let's not be too hasty now," Harry replied quickly, his face flushing slightly as his eyes locked on his wife's full well-tanned body. "I think we can work something out between us without too much fuss and bother."

Marsha smiled at him coyly and did a small pirouette in the center of the room before she walked softly to the huge double king sized bed and lay down full in the center of it, spreading her limbs in a wide crucifixion position. She smiled lazily up at him without a word, just a seductive smile playing across her lips. Harry's breath sucked in slightly from the sudden excitement of the pose she had taken.

Damn, he thought, There's just no one else like her. His eyes, for the millionth time in their eight years of marriage, played over full well-rounded curves and sent tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. His eyes roamed over the naked contours stretched out in anticipation before him. They stopped for a moment on the high-set round breasts that were set closely together, leaving room for the narrowest of valleys running between their magnificent firmness. He never failed to marvel at how they kept their shape at all times, in spite of their size. This possibly was the reason for her lead position in the chorus line at Vegas where he had first seen her and decided that he had to have her. Well, he had, and it had lasted a long time. He had shed his second wife with a quickie Nevada divorce and they were married a few months later. Nothing had changed since then and he still marveled at her each and every time he saw her in the nude. She was holding up pretty well for a thirty-one-year-old and if he weren't such a lecherous bastard, he mused silently to himself, he would never have had to step out of the house. She was enough for any one man. His eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded, ivory-sheened lips that led to the delicious sweep of long, gradually rounded thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering her loins the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the dim light seeping through the curtains.

"Well, lover, are you going to stand there all day? Hand me my drink and get naked, Marsha teased at him, fully aware of the effect the licentious position of her body was having on him. She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the power she was exerting over him by the lewd exhibition of her body and watching with secret satisfaction the changing expressions flickering across his lips.

"You little prick-tease," Harry half growled, "You've gotten yourself a pile of trouble now and you just might not get out of it until tomorrow morning, if then."

He handed her the double gin and set his own on the table by the bed, pulling at the same time at his clothes. It took only a moment for them to fall quickly to the floor where he left them lying in a disorganized heap. He stood for a moment at the edge of the bed looking down at her naked form, spread waiting on the bed. His long, thick penis stood out rigid beneath the slight paunch he was developing. Marsha had risen to one elbow to take a long sip from the tall drink and was looking directly at his hardness.

"Mmmmm," she said softly for effect, as she brought the glass down from her lips. "That didn't take long."

"No Ma'am. Old Daddy is ready, right now. Open 'em wide, honey, I'm coming in fast." He grinned down at her taking the glass from her hand.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Marsha mockingly screamed as she rolled out of the way of his leap onto the bed. "You were going to fire me up a little bit by telling me what you were going to do to that little blonde thing next door!"

"Oh, baby, come on," Harry good-naturedly pleaded. He knew it was a game and they played it often. He was ready now but knew she liked to be coaxed a little before the action began.

"Nope, no story, no nookie." She said, squirming seductively just out of arm's reach across the bed.

"OK, OK, if that's the way you want it. I'll tell you how you're going to get your share too. Is that a deal?"

"Is it a deal!" She smiled, moving over close to him and stretching the full length of her body tightly against him. "That's the best part of the deal."

"Well, it just might take you awhile to recover from what you're going to get in a second so I'll wait a few days to put it into effect."

"Don't you worry about me," His wife nuzzled against his ear. "You can bring him on this afternoon after I've taken you on if you like. You never could stay long enough to make me beg for mercy."

"We'll see about that later." he grinned over at her, taking her hand and pushing it down around the thickness of his upstanding penis. She began to stroke and then to massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth and then slipping her hand to his balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Harry groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his testicles and penis.

"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."

He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed over the throbbing, sensitive head of his cock.