Sally Dunn leaned over him, slithering her body around in the seat until her head was directly over his cock. With one hand she grasped the shaft of it, her hand barely able to wrap completely around its circumference.

Slowly, she pulled the foreskin back to reveal the purplish red cowl of the glans from which a trickle of the viscous preparatory juices ran. She scratched her fingernails lightly over the length of it, as the great rod strained upward, pointing at her, and Eddie could feel the hot moistness of her breath flowing over the smooth rubbery head.

Alyce! Suddenly his wife's name popped into his over-stimulated brain.

Jesus Christ! What am I doing? I've only been married a couple of months and already I'm picking up other women. I have no right to do this kind of thing even if Alyce did put me off… I must be flipping my cookies to be eating some woman's cunt in broad daylight out here behind the tennis club. If Clay Marsdale or any of the other directors caught me it could mean my job!

The guilt stricken husband swallowed deeply; his decision was actually made for him. He was too far along, and there was no stopping, now. He trembled with an emotion he had never before experienced. This was new to him, even though he knew what was coming, he didn't know what to expect from it, until he felt her lips encircle the entire head of his cock, absorbing it into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. The keening sensation knifed through him, his whole body vibrating with the lewd sensuality of it. Her warm, moist mouth on the sensitive, pulsing head of his prick was like nothing he had ever imagined.

Then he thought he would die! She began to suck on his cock with tantalizingly rhythmic movements, her tongue moving in swirls around the head of it while her head began a slow up and down bobbing with a slight twist on each up stroke.