PART ONE
Peggy downed the last of her daiquiri and took a long drag of her Salem cigarette. She eyed her lover Norm through the haze of cigarette smoke as he sat on the couch across from her in his boxers and his tank top t-shirt, his broad tanned arms with the bulldog tattoo standing at attention on his bicep and his big cock standing at attention under his shorts.
"I wanna suck that cock" she slurred, her heavy lidded eyes showing the effects of the alcohol, "and then I want that cock buried deep in my pussy."
She crawled across the floor to him, her black negligee showing her huge tits swaying to and fro, her wide hips moving with each thrust. She pulled his cock out and buried deep in her throat almost choking on it but accommodating all nine inches. He grew rigid in her warm mouth and he loved it there. He drained the rest of his beer as she sucked him and couldn't help but think this was the life.
Sure Jimmy and her were his only friends after his wife had gone and died on him, they were always at his house; Peggy bringing him casseroles and dinners and Jimmy helping him drink his loss away. Jimmy couldn't hold his liquor for shit and that one night he just plain passed out in the other room on the couch. Norm and Peggy were listening to records by Ray Price and she asked him to dance. Her hands roamed freely over his massive shoulders and back and down to his ass. His hands reciprocated. Soon they were kissing as they made their way to the back porch where he fucked her silly. The next morning Peggy fed Jimmy Norm's leftovers and have him a hand job and sent him off to work and he seemed to love it.
She crawled up him like a cat crawls into its master's lap. She impaled herself on his rigid beautiful cock. She was so wet every time she fucked him, not like with Jimmy whom she referred to as her "two pumps and a squirt hubby" to her closest friends. Ah but Norm, he knew how to fuck. She bit his neck as he pummeled himself into her, biting her tits and running his fingers through her hair. Norm picked her up with his cock still inside her and carried her to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed she shared with Jimmy the wimp and fucked her hard. She ground her hips into him and whispered in his ear, "cum inside me!"
Later, as they lay exhausted on the bed in their post coital bliss, Peggy shared secrets with Norm. "I mean don't get me wrong, Jimmy's a good provider for me and the boys, but Jesus he can't provide what I need between my legs like you can! I wish I had known that before we were married. All that good Catholic stay a virgin shit can kiss my ass! The first time I saw that puny cock on our wedding night I almost burst out laughing. And then his pathetic attempt at making love or trying to fuck me, Christ I had to reach down and put it in for him and then when I did is when he earned his nickname, two pumps and a squirt!"
Norm laughed. "Oh don't be so hard on the poor guy!"
"Hard is the last thing he is! I mean I feel sorry for our boys. I swear to God our oldest Mitchell is queer! He'd rather play with dolls than boys' toys and my clothes fascinate him. And my poor youngest, Steven, he was cursed with his father's cock size. I see a lot of oral sex in that poor boy's future and always on the giving end! Speaking of giving oral sex..." Peggy closed her mouth over the tip of Norm's huge mushroom head and began to suck.
Jimmy came home later that night to find the boys asleep in their beds and Peggy passed out on the couch. He began to clean up the house and noticed the empty Budweiser can on the end table. He was furious and woke Peggy up.
"Who was here today? Who was drinking Budweiser?"
Peggy awoke from her slumber embracing the old adage never wake a sleeping lion or lioness in this case. She lit a Salem and blew the smoke in his face.
"Norm stopped by and I offered him a beer! Why? What's it got to do with you?"
"Well I just don't think it looks right for a man to be here alone with a woman when her husband isn't home."
"Ha! Give me a break! First of all, even when you're here there's not a man here, just a wimp! And second of all Norm's a friend who lost his wife and sometimes he needs comfort."
Jimmy threw the beer can in the trash. "Comfort? Just exactly what do you mean by comfort?"
"Comfort is what ever the hell I mean it to be. You want to hear the truth? You want me to say I sucked his cock and he fucked me? Okay, I did and he did!! And if you don't like that mister two pumps and a squirt you can pack your bags and get out! There's plenty of men, real men out there who would want a woman like me in a minute, so if you're not happy with what I do then leave! Right now I'm going to bed, do the dishes and clean up this place." With that she staggered away into the bedroom.
Jimmy stood there shaking not knowing what to say or do. He went to the kitchen, put an apron over his head, tied it around his back, rolled up his sleeves and began to do the dishes. He was angry, jealous, sad, but at the same time the thought of Peggy and Norm together aroused him. Washing the dishes the thoughts of the two of them flooded his already aroused mind. Soon he felt his tiny cock growing in his trousers. Looking up he saw himself in the mirror; he looked like Jimmy Backus in Rebel Without A Cause, cleaning up his wife's mess wearing an apron. A tear ran down his face as the thoughts of her and Norm flooded his mind.
He reached his hand inside his pants and began to finger his tiny penis which by now was soaked with pre-cum. He moved it back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, thoughts of Peggy and Norm swirling through his brain, three strokes and he could feel the orgasm building and before he knew it, he was shooting his load inside his pants. He looked up once again and saw his reflection, a single tear rolled down his cheek. He cleaned himself up, finished the dishes, and turned out the lights and wen to the bedroom. Peggy was splayed across the mattress wearing her black slip, which rode up exposing her big beautiful ass. Her feet with their cute wrinkles, which he had massaged a thousand times, faced him. He changed into his baby blue pajamas, which Peggy had picked out for him and sat on the bed. He lit a cigarette and set the alarm.
He had read and heard on the news all about the swinging sixties, but he wondered if this is what they meant. The terms 'free love' 'be free' and such slogans were bandied about more of a punch line than a reason for behavior. He drew deeply on the Lucky Strike and watched the smoke rise in a blue haze, which was where his mind was at this point. He knew when he met Peggy she was a wild filly and he knew then and knew now he could never tame her. What then was the alternative? Leave her or put up with her behavior. The former was out of the question as he loved her too much and the latter was somehow buried in his psyche becoming more and more attractive to him. Jimmy knew he was no lothario; in fact Peggy was the first woman he had ever been with. He was inexperienced and very excitable, and he knew after being in the service how tiny his cock was compared to other men. Unfortunately his cock size was a hand nature dealt that couldn't be changed. He grew so excited every time he looked at her he wanted to cum immediately hence his ejaculating so soon each time they were together. He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray and pulled the covers over himself as Peggy awoke.
"Mmph did you get everything done?"
"Yes dear. The dishes are all done and the house is picked up."
She started to drift back to sleep but he brushed her raven black hair back from her eyes to keep her awake.
"Dear I'm so sorry we argued before. It's just that I get so jealous thinking of you and other men."
His face turned crimson with shame as the next words came.
"Honey I know I'm not much good to you in bed and I'm forever sorry for my shortcomings so to speak, but I'd like to think that I can provide other things for you, a house, a car, a nice life for the boys, and well if you need something extra in the bedroom, something like Norm can give you well I guess I'm okay with that." He lay back feeling relieved until she spoke.
"You guess you're okay with that?"
Throwing the covers back she stood and lit a cigarette and downed the last of the highball in the glass on the nightstand. She brushed her hair back from her face and for a moment she looked like a cross between Elizabeth Taylor, Jane Russell and Bonnie Logan the famous sixties pin up model.
"Listen Jimmy I have needs. I don't need you to 'guess' you're okay with my needs. I need a man a real man and you're not it, so in the absence of a real man I need a man who fully supports me having a real man. One hundred percent supports MY needs, wants and desires. I need a man who doesn't 'guess' he loves his wife, but knows he loves her with all his heart and soul and will do ANYTHING to please her and make her happy. Just like in the animal kingdom there are alpha males and beta males. You clearly are a beta male and Norm clearly is an alpha male and beta males always defer and serve alpha males and their needs. Now if you can do that, fine; if you can't then I suggest as I said earlier you leave. The choice is yours!"