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CHAPTER SIX

When they got home, Vince told her angrily "I think that we've had enough sex for a while."

"Now, dear," she said, "your jealousy is showing. It's your male ego that has been insulted."

"I have a few moral scruples," Trudy told him eagerly.

"Precious few," he said.

"Now dear," she said, "you are impossible. I have tried in every way I know how to make a happy home and all you've done is resent me. I'm sick and tired of your insinuations."

"They're not just insinuations," he told her, "I have a feeling that you might have wanted Jerry Conroy in bed with you."

"Now honey," she said, "that's absurd. And if I did have an affair with him, who would I hurt?"

"He thought about that a moment and was stunned. He couldn't answer.

"Well then I'm going to find me some young chick," he complained.

"Why not?" she said. "As long as the young chick has a husband that I can play with."

"That will be just bitching," he laid. "You and me always looking for other couples. Can't we be happy with each other?"

"That's what I used to wonder," she said quietly.

"Don't blame it all on me" he said.

"Oh I would never blame it all on you," she said.

He looked at her and again became angry at her.

"You are so difficult," he said.

"Well, don't think you are heaven to deal with," she said.

They went to bed and they slept at the far side of the bed.

The very next morning, when Vince went to work he made up his mind he was going to look for the youngest chick in the office that he could find. Then, he was going to make a real play for her.

He discovered a new girl when he went to work the next morning and he was delighted. She was a honey haired blonde, and she was wearing a short skirt. It really turned him en when be looked at her.

"Good morning, gorgeous," he smiled. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Vince Roberts."

"Hi Vince," the girl said, as if she was imitating Marilyn Monroe. "My name Is Cindy."

"I'm glad to meet you, Cindy," Vines smiled.

"Why don't we go together for coffee?"

"Oh that would be nice," she said.

"Good," he smiled.

When he walked out to coffee with her, eyes turned to follow them. Two or three people in the office had the idea he was going to put the make on her.

"Cindy," he said over coffee, "are you married?"

"I don't wear this ring as a decoy," she said.

"Isn't it big enough to blind you?"

"Well it is a nice ring," he said, "but I just didn't know what it stood for."

"Now you do," she smiled.

"Is your husband broad minded?' he asked her.

"What do you mean?" she asked coyly.

"Just this, beautiful blue eyes," he said, "I believe in sexual freedom after marriage."

"I don't think he would care for that," she said quickly. "Allan is a very jealous man."

"Well," he persisted, "Allan ought to be introduced to the fun of a swap meet."

"A swap meet?" she asked gingerly. "What's all that about?

"Well, haven't you heard?" he smiled at her, "that people are getting bored with just doing it with each other and they're having little parties?"

"Well no," she admitted coyly, "I haven't heard much about it. Tell me."

"I would be happy to," he assured her. "It's simply this, baby. People need to play. Staying home all the time can become dull."

"Well I haven't been married that long," she said. "I haven't found Allan dull at all."

"Oh Cindy," Vince said, snuggling up to her, "we could make such nice music together."

"You mean you want to fuck me?" she asked bluntly.

That made his jaw drop.

"My God, the way you talk."

"Does it shock you?" she asked smoothly. "It shouldn't. You men talk like that all the time about us, don't you?"

"Well, that's true," he admitted.

"Of course it's true," she said, "and it's so nice that you can admit it, even if it's under pressure."

"Cindy," he told her, "you've got the most gorgeous eyes."

"Are you looking at my eyes or are you looking at my bosoms?" she said, observing his eyes were flashing as they gazed at her cleavage.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You'll have to forgive me. I guess I'm just a horny old man who gets turned on when he sees a gorgeous young chick. The balls are still burning."

"That's nice," she said, "and I'm sure your wife appreciates your sexual feelings toward her."

"Why did you have to bring my wife up? He asked.

"Because," she said, "I should think she would be furious that you are such a playboy."

"Matter of fact," Vince confided, "Trudy loves playing around. She digs other men."

"Why, that's remarkable," Cindy told him. "I couldn't imagine any woman having a husband like you and wishing for anything else."

"Stop it," he said. "I'm getting a hard-on."

"Well there's nothing I can do about it," she said. "I'm married, and I don't play around."

It was becoming more and more disgusting to her, and finally she told him, "You know, honey, I think you are apeshit."

"What?" he said.

"Yes," she smiled smugly. "I think all of you cheap married people who cheat on each other like this are good for nothing. I'm perfectly happy with my husband, and he's perfectly happy with me. So, get lost and kiss off."

He got to his feet and he felt himself going numb.

"You'd better pay for the bill, honey," she reminded him.

"Oh, ah, yes, of course."

She strode out before him, and didn't look back. Now he was really burned up.

It had hurt his ego so bad that he didn't even want to go back to work.

However, he did. Yet he took off early, and he decided that he would do something he never done before. He figured that he would go to a little place called the Model Shop on the Boulevard. There he could photograph a gorgeous chick and wrestle in the nude with her if he wanted to. He wondered what it would be like.

"Who would you like to wrestle with?" the older woman asked him.

She put a display of photos out of the girls and let him take his pick.

"Here we have them," she said. "Take your pick."

"Well that little brunette number," he said, "looks good to me."

"That is Jan."

"Well let me wrestle with Jan," he said.

He paid the twenty dollar fee and the woman reminded him, "That's for an hour."

"Of course," be told her.

He went inside the small room that was allocated to him, and Jan was sitting there stark naked on the bed reading a newspaper and eating an apple.

"Hi Jan," he began. "I guess we're going to wrestle."

"Take off your clothes," she said casually, as she went on munching her apple.

"I hope you're not going to keep eating that apple while I wrestle with you," he said.

"No," she assured him. "When I finish eating the apple, I'll wash my face and brush my teeth. Then, I'll gargle. How's that?"

To himself he thought what a little bitch. But he didn't complain.

"That's great," he said evenly.

"The news sure is horrible these days," she said. "All these characters killing each other. I think it's dreadful."

"It is," he said.

"And you can't get any relief," Jan said. "If you turn on the television it's full of violence, yet, they let, a naked boob show go and they go wild. I suppose my pussy is obscene and, their murders aren't. So I always say the body is beautiful but killing people is ugly."

Going over to her, he stroked her breasts.

"Take off your clothes first," she insisted.

He began stripping and when he got down to his shorts she tossed her apple away, wadded up the newspaper and went over to the corner sink. She washed her face off, brushed her teeth and gargled with some mouthwash. Then she came back to the bed and smiled.

"Now we're going to wrestle each other," she said. "Hey, take your shorts off.

That's not fair."

He pulled his shorts off and she saw his giant sized cock flip up.

"You look pretty horny, honey," she said. "Maybe you'll need more than a wrestling match."

"Can I have more?" he asked suggestively.

"Sure you can," she smiled, "but it will cost you."

"What's the price?" Vince asked evenly.

"It works like this, honey," she said, glancing down at a fingernail that was uneven. "I get ten dollars for a quickie blow job and fifteen dollars for a straight fuck. And twenty dollars for anything weirdo."

"I'll take a quickie blow job," he said. "I don't have too much time."

"Great," she said. "You pick the position."

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"Well whatever position you want to get in," she explained.

"Alright," he told her, "I'd like to lie back, spread my legs baby, and watch you go down on me."

"Traditional," she said, nodding.

Vince lay back on the bed, spread his legs invitingly, and looked at her. When she saw his huge shaft there, she got so turned on she was trembling. However, what Vince didn't know that this was all a carefully studied act.

"Come on, baby," he said, "give me a good blow job."

She squeezed his penis and then slid her mouth over the head of it. He quivered with excitement as her mouth moved back and forth quickly.

"Keep it up," he told her, "yes baby, that's it, keep that going."

The super sensations that flooded through her now were driving her out of her mind.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful. Keep it going, baby, keep it going."

Harder and faster and hotter the pleasure continued.

"Oh yes," he told Jan, "that's what I like. Up and down, baby, work your fingers around the balls, keep that going."

The pleasure seemed as if it wouldn't stop.

"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I want. Keep it going."

Now her fingers were gingerly manipulating his testicles as her mouth moved rapidly.

"Keep that up," he said, "keep it going, baby."

She did her work effectively, and he got more and more turned on.

"Oh yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I like. Come on, baby, do it!"

He was going out of his mind with delight now, as he grabbed her head and held her there.

"Come on, baby" he told her, "that's beautiful. Keep that going baby."

The sensations that he enjoyed now were more delightful than anything he had ever enjoyed before.

"Oh honey," he told her, "you don't know how much. I'm enjoying this. Keep it going."

The sensational pleasure that he was deriving from her mouth job increased. He wanted to roll over and thrust it on top.

"Let me roll over, baby," he begged her. "I want to feel what it's like on top."

He rolled over and thrust his penis to her in persistent precision movements.

She gripped his asscheeks, and massaged them as he thrust. She played with his balls at the same time.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I like, yes baby, yes!"

The sensations that he was experiencing now were incredible indeed. He didn't want anything to interrupt.

"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby, that's the way to do it, ah yes!"

Finally, the hot penis exploded. It sent a jet stream of cock juice spraying into her mouth. She gobbled it up and swallowed it. Just like he liked it.

When he had finished doing this, be flipped for her.

"Was I good at it?" Jan asked innocently.

"You were professional," he said.

"Well I should hope so, honey," she told him.

"I've been doing this long enough."

"Well you're damned good at it too," he assured her.

Now she was eager for more money.

"I give a tremendous snapping pussy job too," she said. "You would enjoy it."

"Snapping pussy?' he asked Jan curiously.

"Sure honey," she said. "I've got my pussy muscles trained. When a guy pumps his penis into me, I know how to give him what he wants."

"Beautiful," he smiled. "I would dig it too."

Now he thrust his cock into her. And as the rock hard cock pumped into her she became more and more excited.

"Oh you're a real turn on," he told her.

"Thank you, love," she smiled.

The shaft moved swiftly into her vagina, and her vagina muscles gripped it tightly. Then, she began snapping it for him.

"Oh, keep that up," he told her, "I love that. Yes, baby, snap it. That's what I like. Do It."

The pleasure was increasing with every hot stab. And as he felt himself being massaged there, he flipped out of his mind with delight and pleasure.

"Oh yes," he told her, "I love that. Keep it up, baby."

She suggested that he squeeze her breasts while he fucked her fast. Reaching out, he gripped her breasts and squeezed them.

"Oh, that feels good," she told him. "I like it"

Indeed she did like it, and the pleasure increased every moment.

"Oh yes," he told her, "I dig that."

Pinching the nipples, got her more stimulated than ever.

"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck baby, fuck. Oh yes, grab my cock. Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh yes, grab my cock, baby."

Jan gripped his cock tightly and he became amazed at how much passion she could put into her sex. Her hands were all over him. She was reaching for his asscheeks, she was feeling his prostate, and tickling the back of his balls.

"Snap your pussy," he insisted. "Snap it, honey, snap it. Yes, that's what I like, now you're doing it. Oh wow!"

The super sensations went through her now and really turned her all the way for him.

"Oh fuck," she panted, "fuck, baby, fuck."

He knew that he couldn't take much more of this action. It was fantastic.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm juicing," he panted. "Fuck, fuck faster."

She ground her hips around and got it all out of him.

When he finally withdrew from her, his hands were still massaging her breasts roughly.

"You play rough, tiger, don't you?' she asked.

"I sure do," he said. "I like wild women, and I like to fuck wild."

"You're untamed, lover," she said. "You probably have been faithful to one wife all of your life. And this is your first time out of the playpen."

"Wrong," he said. "You'd better never trade fucking for fortune telling, because baby you wouldn't make the grade."

"Now that would be fifteen dollars, plus ten. That's twenty-five more."

"And worth every cent of it," he assured her.

Still naked, he walked over to his pants which were hanging on a chair and picked up the wallet from them. He flipped out the bills and handed them to her with a five dollar tip.

"You are very generous," she complimented him.

"I've got a proposition to make to you," he said.

"How would it be if we had amp; swap meet?"

"Swap meet?' Jan asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Well I had an idea," he said, "that if I could take you home and fuck you, and have your husband fuck my wife, we could have a good swap meet."

"Business is business," she said, "and pussy is my business."

"Don't worry about it, baby," he said. "I want to pay for your pussy. But I want to buy something nice for my wife, like a big cock."

"Oh what a thoughtful present," she said. "But it happens I'm not married. Of course, I know a good young stud who is well hung who would enjoy getting a little extra money. You could always tell your wife that he is my husband. He would go along with that."

"Beautiful," he said. "When can you contact this stud?" 'Well I'd be happy to do it tonight," she said. "He works days and he fucks nights."

"He's got a good thing going, hasn't he?" he laughed.

"Wait till you see what a good thing he has going," she said. "He's this long."

She put her fingers up in the air, and judging from the space that she allowed, his cock would have to be tremendous.

"Nobody's that big," he chuckled.

"Ken is," she said. "And I know Ken would enjoy an assignment He charges twenty-five a night."

"And bow much would you charge?" he smiled.

"Well being a professional," she said, "I would have to get seventy-five."

"So that's a hundred dollars for the two of you," he said.

"No, love," she smiled. "Ken is fucking at bargain basement prices. After all, It's his second job. So be accepts twenty-five because he enjoys the sexual adventure."

"Beautiful," he said. "So for a hundred bucks you could take care of both of us."

"Yes," Jan said. "I'll give you my phone number. "It's against the rules and regulations, but dammit, this Madame here doesn't pay me too much."

"I guess she, is greedy," he told her.

"Well, there is her pay off too," she said. "So you can't completely blame her.

But she is greedy as hell. Aren't all Madame's?"

"I don't know," he told her, "but I suppose you are right I'm sure they're not in the business for their health."

"Precisely," she said.

Now the Madame was standing in the door.

"Time's up," she said.

"Coming, Mother," he said.

He got out of there and now he had it all set up. When he got home that night, he suggested to his wife a marvelous scheme.

"You want a young stud," he told her, "and I can get you one."

"Oh that's groovy," she said. "Who?"

"Well," he smiled, "a lovely couple. The all American wholesome type. Jan, and her ever adoring husband, Allan."

"Where on earth did you meet them?" she asked.

"Well," he explained, "she is in an office downstairs."

"You are really on the ball," his wife complimented him. "I hope her husband is good. Of course, I suppose you were making passes at this gorgeous little chick and suggested slyly that we could swap."

"How did you know?' he asked his wife.

"I know you like a book," she said, "and I hope that you realize how much I appreciate this. Now I think it's fair when you want to go out and have sex on the aide, you're thinking of your wife. I'm liberated."

He looked at her and laughed.

"Yes," he told her, "you're liberated at last."

She had a good meal fixed for him and he appreciated the fact.

"I'm getting better treatment now," he told her with, a laugh, "and I suppose it's because I'm letting other men invade my wife's pussy."

"Dear," she said, "you always were so crude."

"That's not crude," he told her, "that's simply a fact. This is what you want.

I know it, and you know it. Can't you admit it's the truth?"

"Well not very easily, honey," she laughed. "Truth has always been hard to take."

"I know that, love," he said.

She was eager for action.

"Now when do we get together?" she asked eagerly.

"Well I haven't gone over that yet," he admitted.

"Well you must, dear," she said. "You don't want these things to hang fire.

They can burn up."

"I'll tend to that fire in your pussy tomorrow," he winked at her.

"Yes," she said, "and check those big balls out and make sure they're loaded.

You know if it's anything I can't stand it's an impotent man."

He gave her a withering glance, and he felt like giving her a sock in the jaw but he knew if he delivered a left hook to her jaw she would probably give him some karate action.

"I think I'll take up karate, honey," he smiled.

"Good idea," she said. "You could probably use some karate."

"Those chops that you know are really something."

Just then the doorbell rang.

He went to answer the door, and there stood his mother-in-law.

"Well," he said, "Rosemary how nice to see you."

Rosemary grimaced.

"Where's my daughter?" she demanded. "I haven't heard from her in ages."

"Honey," he called out, "what a happy surprise. Your mother is here."

"Mom," she said dramatically, running to her.

"Well, I'll leave you two girls alone," Vince said eagerly, trying to get off the scene.

"Don't run off because of me," Rosemary said quickly. "I've given up all talk of divorce. Apparently my little baby Trudy loves the way you live."

"Mom," Trudy objected, "don't talk about that."

"Go ahead, Rosemary," he said, "tell me what your sweet little thing has been saying to you."

"Well she never said anything except that you were stepping out on her all the time."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "but now she's stepping out on me."

"Trudy." her mother said, "is this true?"

"Yes, Mom," Trudy said. "You see, Vince and I belong to a little swing and swap group."

"I've heard about those things," she said. "They have them back where we live.

It's called suburban swapping."

"Yes," Vince smiled. "Have you ever had swapping fun?"

"I refuse to answer that question," she said angrily.

"No doubt on grounds it might incriminate you," he chuckled.

"Trudy," her mother said, "why don't you come home? Daddy and I have missed you terribly. And I think this marriage frankly was a big mistake, and I'm not being a hypocrite, Vince, I'm just saying it like it is. I think some men are born to be alone. And you are a loner. You should never expect a woman to cater to you."

"No woman ever catered to me," he said. "As far as I'm concerned, they are all impossible."

"I'll overlook that," Rosemary said, "because you're saying this in the heat of passion. But, being cool and clear headed about it, I think that it would be best if you two at least separated."

"Mom," Trudy said, "don't you tell me how to run my life."

"You know would never do that, dear," her mother said quickly. "It's just that I want what's best for you, and Vince too, of course."

"Of course," Vince smiled.

As she went on managing her life Trudy was getting angry.

"I'm going to go for a walk, honey," he said, "and when you and your mother have finished carving me up, I'll come back and look at the pieces."

"Why Vince," Rosemary smiled, "you know I'd never say anything behind your back that I wouldn't say to your face."

"Is that so?' he asked.

"Yes dear," she said, "that's so. And right to your face I'll call you a son of a bitch."

"You old battleaxe," he said, "how dare you talk to me that way?"

"Now don't get rough," Rosemary said. "I've been studying karate."

"You too?" he said.

"Yes," she said. "A woman has to have a little karate knowledge to protect herself these days. Apparently these horrible young people are after women of all ages. In my block, they raped two women who were eighty-five. And I'm only in my fifties. It's really dangerous when you're alone."

"Yeah," he said. "Good luck."

"So long, dear," Rosemary said.

When he was gone, Rosemary threw her arms around her daughter and made a passionate plea for her to return home.

"Sweetheart, Daddy and I have been worried about you. We know that this Vince is a monster. He represents everything that's wrong with a man, and the only thing you can do is to make a clean breast of it."

"Mom," Trudy told her, "I really don't mind him. He gives me a good life, and that's what counts. He does pay the bills."

"Materialism," Rosemary stammered, "that's what holds you here. It isn't that you give a damn about him really. Can't you see if you would free yourself of the bonds that you're bound in, you might have another chance for marriage.

You've still got a good shape, and I'm sure you could find someone."

"Oh I could find plenty of men, Mom," she said, "but I like Vince, even if he is impotent, because he is spending all of his time with a mistress, and picking up with chicks all over the place, I love him."

"Oh, stop that," she said. "You remind me of that old Fanny Bryce record My Man."

"Yes," she said, "and that's the way I feel. Even though he isn't any damned good, I love him. And when he beats me I give him some karate chops."

"Well that's more than Fanny Bryce did in that song," her mother said.

"Well they should rewrite it," she laughed.

As they continued talking, Rosemary made quick suggestion.

"Do you remember Craig?" her mother asked.

"How much he thought of you?"

"Well, Craig is married, Mom," she reminded her.

"Was, dear," her mother said. "He's divorced now. He's foot loose and fancy free. He came over one night and asked how you were. I told him you were simply miserable and that you'd gotten into a dreadful situation, with a lecherous man who mistreated you. And you know what he wanted to do?"

"I have no idea," Trudy said, shaking her head in disgust at her mother bringing up Craig as a possibility of marriage.

"He wanted to come right out here on an airplane, and steal you away from this terrible situation and bring you back home to a decent life. Out here people don't live like they do back there. We are a little more conservative."

"They're doing the same damned thing back there, Mom," she said. "And for your information, I don't mind swapping. I've been caged in for so long, that it really makes me happy to have a chance to have a little action."

"Don't tell me that he has ruined you, dear," she said. "Judging from the way you're talking, I'm frankly worried."

"Well worry about yourself, Mom," she said, "because for the first time in my life I'm happy."

"Happy in sin?" her mother said. "Can't you see what sinners you both are?"

"I don't look at it that way," she said.

"Well I'm not being a religious fanatic," she said. "But it's perfectly obvious to me you're going to get into trouble. A lot of these terrible men are diseased. And, they're carrying these diseases. They've had so many shots, that they don't work anymore. Can't you see, darling, what a big mistake you're making?"

"You are making a big mistake coming here and trying to get me home," she said.

"No dear," her mother said. "You are the one who is making the mistake, and you. are going to be sorry."

"I'll never be sorry," she insisted.

"Your room is waiting for you, dear," she said.

"Mom," Trudy blasted, "why the hell don't you just get out of here and let Vince and me live our lives ourselves? Maybe that's what's wrong with me. Maybe I've been trying to dominate him."

"Nobody could ever dominate him," she said, "goodness knows I've tried long enough."

"That's just it," she told her Mom. "You and Dad both tried to dominate Vince.

You tried to set him up in business and tell him what to do. It's never worked, and it never will. Vince is a free man."

"He's also impotent, from what you told me in your letters."

"Well," she admitted, "I don't know whether it is impotency or not, because I think he's playing around with another woman. I think when he comes home it's just exhaustion."

"That's worse," she said. "One could forgive impotency, but infidelity one could never forgive."

"Oh Mom," she said, "you're such a vindictive bitch."

"Satan is speaking to you," she said. "And I am about to leave."

"Don't let me stop you," she said.

"Gratitude," her mother smiled smugly, "this is gratitude. After all your father and I have done for you to give you a decent life, look how you turn on me now. I've only come here to help. Taken my time, from the bridge club, from the various charities that I'm involved with, coming here and asking you to wise up."

"Well don't ask me to do anything," she said quickly.

It was becoming evident to her, that there was no reasoning with her mother. So she thought she would put it on the line bluntly.

"Would you like to hear about one of our little swap sessions, Mom?" her eyes glittered as she continued torturing her mother.

"I will put my hands over my ears if you begin telling me about that crap," she said.

"Well honey, you just put those ear plugs in, because here goes. The first big affair we had was with Clair and Mark Conroy. Or were they the second people?"

"Stop it," her mother insisted.

"No, I shant," she said. "I want you to listen. Clair is a darling. And Mark is even nicer. Of course I didn't care to have a thing to do with Clair because I don't go the les route. But Mark was marvelous. And you know what was even better?" she asked.

With her hands still over her ears, her mother shook her head as If interested.

"His son," she said. "Jerry Conroy. You have never seen such a fucker. He really gave me some action. Action like my Daddy never gave you, honey."

"You bitch," her mother snapped.

"You see, Mom," she laughed, "you're human. And then there was this marvelous arrangement that my adorable husband Vince has been working on. It's a nice man named Allan and his adorable wife Jan. They're a couple of swingers too. That means they like to have other playmates on the weekends. I'm looking forward to this. I don't know anything about them, of course, but he does like to fuck.

And isn't that the only thing that's important where sex is concerned?"

"I'm leaving," Rosemary said angrily.

"Why Mom," she said. "why are you uptight?"

"Because," she said, "your life. Is about the most revolting thing I've ever heard."

"Why don't you tell Daddy?" she asked. "Maybe he would then confide a few things to you. Maybe he would tell you about that secretary he used to play around with. You know, that cute little brunette named Lucy."

"Your father never played around with any other woman," she said nervously. "I gave him plenty of love at home."

"Yes," she laughed, "you gave him love but you slipped up on sex. You never did care for sex because you are a frigid woman, and that's why Dad had to play around."

"Why you horrid girl," her mother said. "I want to tell you something. I disown you. I'm not sure that you were my natural daughter. They do make mistakes, in the baby wards, you know."

"So long, Mom," she said. "Or are you my Mom? You are so different, dear, I can hardly believe that you are my Mom. Anyway, why don't you go mind your own business? I get sick and tired of you sticking your nose in our business. Vince and I have a good life, and if we want to play this way, that's the way we want it."

"Goodbye," her mother said, "and don't think you'll ever be bothered with another one of my calls. I've paid a lot of money to come out here and I regret every penny of the reduced fare."

"So long, Mom," she laughed, as she saw her walk out the door.

"When she opened the door, Vince came back from his walk.

"Leaving so soon?" Vince smiled smugly.

"I should say I am," Rosemary said. "And I won't be back again. Ever."

"That's good news," Vince smiled, as he walked in and wrapped his arms around his wife.

"Oh Trudy baby," he smiled, "that was a beautiful performance, I'm so glad you put the old gal in her place. I'm tired of her coming in here and telling us what to do."

Trudy sort of melted in her husband's arms, and when he felt her acting like a woman to his caresses, his penis hardened.

"Why, honey," she said, "I do think you're getting a hard-on."

"You bet your ass I am," he said. "I would love to fuck you and fuck you good."

"Why not?" she said. "That's what our sex organs are for."

Laughing together, they went into the bedroom.