Kari Spencer was a happily married woman. She loved her husband with all her heart; the problem was she had always possessed an almost addict-like need for sex. Far beyond that of any other woman or man she had ever met. For four years she had been a faithful and devoted wife, resisting her carnal needs thanks to the impressive prowess possessed by her husband, still a woman can resist for only so long.
One weekend her husband is forced to take a trip with his boss leaving her alone with her handsome stepson just back from college along with the daughter of a friend who had only recently turned eighteen and was staying with Kari while the young teen finished high school. With such temptations so close at hand how could any woman with a very special itch that just had to be scratched say no?
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Kari took the edge of the sheet and lifted it up, peering under it at Eric’s well developed manhood.
Eric knew he should stop her, but he was curious how far she would push this little game. Still unsatisfied from his morning handling his shaft was refusing to recede, even with her inquisitive eye taking far too many liberties at the moment.
Kari gazed for long moments, her silken eyelashes fluttering over the glowing azure orbs, her lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue gliding across. Her nostrils flared gently as she breathed in the fevered fumes of his cock and balls.
Then she looked up, giving the confused young man a look of wry amusement.
"What a lovely tool you have, darling -- it's so big and hard," she purred.
His eyes registered disbelief.
"If you don't play with it every day, you should," she added.
The young man couldn't believe that she had said that. It wasn't the sort of advice he expected her to so casually drop, not that he was caught in a casual moment. "God, Kari –" then deciding to play along a bit more he changed his tone and response to better suit the moment, "I guess it jumps up like that because I don't play with it enough."
Kari knew that had to be a lie. But it nicely suited her designs to pretend that she took it as the truth.
"A potent young man should empty his sack at least twice a day, you know," she told him. "It's not healthy to walk around with it full and ready to explode." She turned her head and gazed at his hard-on again. As if her look had a tactile, caressing property, his cock hammered savagely.
"Well, Eric?" she said, huskily. "Will you promise me you'll take the pressure off your lovely big prick with a hand job? Hmm? Will you beat your meat for me?"
Eric's Adam's apple was running up his throat like a monkey up a tree. His lips moved but only a squawking sound came out. His voice box was taut -- and, besides, the young man couldn't imagine what to say.
She lifted her eyebrows teasingly.
"What's wrong, darling? Aren't you in the mood? Aren't you horny enough?" she purred.
The bemused youth nodded, then shook his head from side to side, sweating profusely, blushing more than ever. He wondered if so much blood might have gone into his hard-on that he had blacked out. Maybe this was only a wet dream.
"I guess I might need to make you a little hotter then. Don’t you agree?" Kari whispered. The depraved woman, keeping her eyes on the young man’s face, judging his reactions, began to open the front of her clinging negligee.