Jerry Jones - Wife's Anal Perversion

"I did get along with my husband before," she admitted candidly.

"Yes, but all that is changed," Donna explained. "You have experienced different men. You have discovered new dimensions of sex. Now you want to try different things."

Donna looked at her and handed her a pussy muscle exerciser.

"When you can use this every day, you'll exercise your pussy muscles. When your pussy muscles are tight, you can give the very best performance. You can make your pussy as tight as your ass-hole if you work at it. It takes time, it takes effort, it takes patience."

"You make it sound like work."

"Baby, hustling is a job," Donna said seriously. "And the girls who are good at it make the money. For example, today I turned you on with Greg Farrell. I figured he would give you good money and he did. Greg always pays well. He expects a lot, but he pays a lot."

Once she was indoctrinated into the idea that she could develop herself to be a top-flight call girl, she became aroused with the idea. Yet, there was something in her conscience nagging inside of her about her husband. She felt as if she was betraying him. Donna was sensitive to her emotions and picked up on this feeling instantly.

"What's wrong, darling?" she asked her seriously.

"I feel guilty about Greg," she told her.

"What on earth for?" she demanded. "You've been a good wife to him. He has been awful to you. He's not been charitable or understanding. Think of yourself."

Those words rang in her mind as she went home that night. And she decided that she would use the pussy muscle exerciser that Donna had so thoughtfully given her.

At this point an interesting thing happened. For she discovered she was enjoying it. She realized that it had a lot going for it.

The very next day Donna phoned her.

"Honey," she told her, "I've got an opportunity for you to make a little money. Are you interested?"

"I'm always interested in making money," she assured her.

She gave her an address to go to.

"This is a unique situation," she confessed, "but you will catch on."

When Carla got to the hotel room, she got a jolt. For there was a nice-looking young man with his wife. After he'd introduced her as his wife, she was ready to leave.

"Baby," his wife smiled, "you'd better explain to her that I won't get jealous."

"This is my wife, Jan," Wally explained, "and the reason she's here is to watch." That jolted Carla even more.

"Why do you want to watch, Jan?"

"Because I'm afraid to do all of those horrid, dreadful things hustlers do," she told her quite frankly. "And my husband thought it would loosen me up a bit if I watched a woman perform. Sort of like one of those sex clinics. Those clinics charge such horrible prices and we thought it might be wiser to have a call girl take care of us."

Once Carla had been clued in as to what was expected of her, she felt it wasn't so bad. She took off her clothes and Jan looked at her jealously. For her bosoms were bigger.

"What's wrong?" she smiled nervously.

"There's nothing wrong," Jan admitted. "It's just that when I look at those tremendous knockers of yours, I get jealous."

"Quit flashing green, Jan," Wally told his wife. "You're here to learn. I told you none of that jealous stuff."

"Forgive me," Jan shrugged nervously. "I need a drink. A big one."

She put a vodka bottle to her lips and gulped. At that point her husband got even more angry.

"Now don't get stoned out of your gourd so you can't watch what she's doing," he complained.

"Don't mind me," she laughed drunkenly. "Two is company, three's a crowd, don't they say?"

It was obvious to Carla that she was in a very strange situation. Yet, she tried to make the most of it. She took off everything and climbed on the bed with Wally. Wally made no bones about what he expected.

"Any girl who knows how to give a man a good time should give him a tongue trip around the world."

At that point his wife commented crisply, "And he wants everything licked or sucked."

"Would you keep your mouth shut," he demanded of her angrily.

She nodded as she walked naked to the corner of the room and turned on the television.

"You're supposed to keep your attention here," Wally reminded her. "Now look, bitch, I'm not gonna fuck with you much longer. Watch."

She turned off the television and turned around.

"Do you provide vomit bags with your performance?" she asked Carla.

"I may need one watching you," Carla snapped.

The two women glared at each other as Wally lay there naked on the bed, with his legs spread out, hoping that she would begin the tongue trip all over his body.

Finally he convinced Carla that she should give him the sexual thrills that he wanted so desperately. She got on top of him and swung her bosoms back and forth across his chest. He loved the feeling of her big, beautiful boobs.

"Now let's French before we fuck," he told her.

Carla's lips pressed against his mouth. Then she let her tongue tip caress his lips. He loved it. Opening his mouth, he let her tongue glide smoothly inside. Carla wasted no time in entertaining him with her tongue.

"Now, darling," he whispered, "I want you to give me some good, hot sucking. And I mean good." He was pleased at what she wanted to do for him. And he was eager to have her entertain.

At this point she wasted no time. She began licking and caressing his eye lids. Then she moved to his cheeks. She continued down his body, making it a point to brush her bosoms as she went and suck under his armpits. Then she licked his arms and his hands. She licked his chest and down to his crotch. She let her tongue swing around his crotch in a circle. Then she worked down his inner thighs. He loved it. She worked to his feet and sucked on each toe.

This was really grim, as far as his wife was concerned. It was revolting and she vowed she would never do it. She sat there with a smug look on her face and tried to keep from laughing. This burned him up, but he didn't say a word. For Carla was performing so expertly that he thought it would be inappropriate to say anything.

Finally Carla went to his crotch.

"Raise up," she whispered in an erotic, sexy voice.

He raised up and she slipped pillows under his buttocks. Her hands moved swiftly under his ass cheeks. Parting his ass crack with her tongue tip, she stiffened and penetrated right up his tight anal channel. Reaching for his cock, she pulled methodically.

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, now you're really sucking."

Her tongue swung up his ass-hole. He twisted on her tongue as she pulled on his penis.

"Rim it," he smiled as he put his hands behind his head and watched.

A pleased smile formed on his face as he saw her tongue slipping up his ass-hole. At the same time he loved the exciting sensation of her hand grasping his cock and pulling.

"Baby," he told her, "You're tremendous. Suck my ass-hole. Oh, I love that. Now you're doing it just like I want it."

Effectively she was tonguing him out. He loved the exciting sensation of her tongue-lashing activity. Finally she opened her mouth and let Wally's balls fall inside. At this point his wife turned away. It was almost more than she could bear.

Wally didn't care. He knew he was getting a good woman who would entertain him and do everything he wanted. That was all that mattered. If it got Jan jealous, so what?

When she finished sucking on his balls a moment she eased off and moved up his cock. Before she slid her mouth over his penis tip she licked in darting movements with her tongue. He loved the sensation of her tongue swinging back and forth this way.

"Yes, yes," he cried anxiously, "that's what I want you to do."

The erotic pleasure that she found now made her more excited than ever.