AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another in a series of two sexy older female friends subjecting one's husband to prolonged sexual agony, each taking turns on him separately, with prior knowledge and approval of both!
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Jared woke up early to get ready for his business trip. He hated traveling, the logistics, the plane rides, the boring meetings that were always part of the deal, but he tried to make the best of it.
He showered and came out of the bathroom, naked, where his wife, Beth, was stirring. She rolled over, the blankets rolling off her delicious 61-year-old body, and Jared's cock stiffened.
It always did with Beth. And in recent months with her best friend, Susan, another knockout 61-year-old blonde who had taken to seducing and sucking and fucking him in dangerously close proximity to his wife.
He tried to stop her repeatedly, but his resistance was weak, as weak as Susan's resolve - and sexual abilities and powerful aging body - were strong.
He now looked at his wife waking up, stretching out, her naked body taut, her beautiful boobs pulled firm on her chest, and his cock went rock hard.
She smiled as it grew. For her. She curled a finger at him, beckoning.
"Let's take care of that, shall we?" she hissed as he shuffled over and she hoisted his meaty dick in one hand, lapping the tip, making him shiver. "Just so you don't get any funny ideas while you're away..."
"Well, it's only one night, meetings today and I'll be home tomor...Oh, God, Beth, you know I'd never...oh GOD BETH!" he groaned.
She worked his dick down her throat in one sweeping gulp, fisting his shaft, pumping it until he was fully in. Her magical tongue washed over it, up and down while it was imbedded in her throat, her bright eyes pointing up. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she sucked back on the length of it, slurping as it exited her pretty, slightly wrinkled mouth, and then suckled on the oozing cap.
"Fuck...oh, damn...gonna..." He grunted.
She giggled and slowly stroked his wet dick now, curling her small, proficient hand around it, just the way he liked it. She added her other hand to the equation, cupping his hanging balls, squeezing, coaxing him along.
"You wanna cum, baby?" she cooed, lapping the drippy tip, savoring the precum. "You wanna see me eat all that hot...sticky...cum?"
"Oh...fuck...YES!" he screamed, his nuts boiling over.
And then nothing. No mouth. No hand. Just a smile looking up as he looked down in disappointment and frustration.
"What...God, Beth...don't stop!" he wheezed, thrusting his dick at her in the empty air between them.
"Nope!" she said playfully, bouncing off the bed, naked, running to the bathroom and returning with a pair of her dirty panties from the laundry basket. "Gonna make you want it, baby..."
"But I do I do I do!" he groaned, watching her tuck the panty into a zip-lock baggie and seal it up. "What the hell?"
"Tonight, lover," she cooed, walking to his suitcase and stuffing the baggie into a small front pocket. "Tonight at 8, you call me, video call, and I'll get you off like you've never gotten off before! While you smell and lick these!"
He cocked his head at her and then drooped his shoulders, sighing. He loved her little games, he really did, but they often left him with a scorching case of blue balls. Like now. But he knew there was nothing he could do and that she would indeed follow through on her promise.
"OK, OK," he said resignedly, starting to dress, his dick wilting.
She laughed, and dressed as well, both of them going downstairs. He looked at the clock.
"OK, we better get going, you're giving me a ride to the airport, right? You know I hate parking there, it's so damned expensive," he said.
"Oh, right that," she said casually. "I forgot, I have an early meeting today, I remembered last night after you went to sleep. But don't worry, Susan's got the morning off, she'd be happy to give you a lift."
Jared's heart sunk and raced all at once. He knew any time alone with Beth's best and sexiest friend spelled trouble.
"Damn...well, let's not put her out, I'll just take my car," he said uncertainly.
"No, Jared, that's stupid, let Susan...you don't like her very much, do you?" Beth asked pointedly.
"What? No, no, I love...I like her, she's great, honestly," Jared mumbled.
"Yeah, I know she is," Beth growled, walking up to him and dominantly squeezing his nuts in his pants, making him groan. "Especially those legs, huh? Need I remind you of that day we were comparing leg strength and she and I took turns squeezing your head in our thighs and you CAME in your fucking pants while she scissored you? I'm STILL pissed about that!"
"OUCH! Please..Beth...I told you, it was nothing...I didn't mean to...dammit, woman, my balls, stop, please!" he screamed as she pumped her little hand on his nuts.
"Baby, if I EVER find out you and Susan...well, let's just say THIS!" she growled, accentuating the last word with a vicious nut squeeze, "will be NOTHING compared to what I'll do to your balls then!"
She let go and he slumped into a chair, Beth smiling and laughing darkly.
"Oh, here she is!" she said brightly, looking out the window.
"Great," Jared mumbled to himself, standing up and feeling the residual ache in his balls from Beth's squeezing and earlier blowjob start to diminish.
"Hey, kids, hey Jared, you ready to roll?" Susan chirped, bounding into the kitchen.
She looked good, Jared thought, really good. It was a warm day and she wore a flowery little sundress, revealing those long, muscular legs. Beth looked at him looking at them. And then winked at Susan.
"You better go, baby, and do have a safe, productive trip," Beth growled, walking to her husband and giving him a long, wet kiss. "Go on now! Thanks, Susie, I really appreciate it."
"Oh, my pleasure, believe me," Susan laughed. "You sure you don't want a few more minutes alone? From the looks of that kiss..."
"Oh, stop, run along you two," Beth laughed, escorting them out the door. "And behave yourselves!"
"What fun is that?" Susan laughed, Jared tromping along behind dragging his suitcase and carryon, his eyes watching the sexy blonde's muscular calves flex as she darted down the steps to her car.
He tossed his stuff in back and climbed in and prayed nothing would happen. He didn't have long to wait to realize his prayer had been dashed.
"Oh, GOD, Susan, really!" he cried out as the second the car was out of sight of his house, Susan's probing right hand latched onto his dick and balls. "For cryin' out loud!"
"Oh, shuss, you know you love it when I stroke your cock!" she laughed, doing just that despite Jared's fidgeting in his seat trying to get away from her.
"Dammit, Susan...Beth already thinks...she's still pissed about that time you did that thing to me in your legs...and I came...Oh, God, please stop," he babbled as she pumped his dick to quick life.
"Oh yeah, that was fun, me scissoring your head in my thighs and you shooting your load like that!" Susan laughed. "She's still pissed about that? Too funny."
"Susan..please...no..." he groaned, pushing into the door as hard as he could trying to dissuade her, and failing.
"Honey, a little hand job ain't gonna hurt you, you're hard as a rock for my hand!" she laughed. "C'mon, you can't go through security with that big hard weapon, can you?"
"Susan...please...," he moaned, unable to fight the mounting orgasm. "I'm gonna...oh, fuck, PLEASE don't make me cum in my pants again!"
He realized how ridiculous that sounded the second he said it, and the humor of the situation was confirmed by Susan's roaring laugh. And her insistent stroking.
"Well, OK, if you say so," she sighed, pulling her hand away. "But someone's getting a hand job on this ride, and if it isn't you..."
She spread her freckled, solid thighs and hiked her skirt up. Jared groaned, looking into the gap, Susan's thong lost in the hairy folds of her damp pussy.
"Oh, fuck...no, please...I...I..." he groaned.
She reached for his left hand, pulling it to her cunt and hissing, clamping her thighs around it.
"Jerk me off, baby," she growled, squeezing his left hand tightly. "Go on, get me off! Hey, I'm giving you a ride, you owe me!"
"OK, OK, fine," he moaned.
He kept his eyes forward, trying not to think he was finger fucking the dripping wet cunt of his wife's very best friend. But the heated fluids coating his fingers made him realize he was, along with Susan's mounting moans and twisting hips. He stuck three fingers in her now, eager to get her off and done with it, to keep her happy and make his raging hard-on go away.
"Almost there baby...keep fingering that cunt! Oh, fuck, yeah..."
She came with a squeeze of her quivering thighs, soaking his hand and the thong she was still wearing, writhing and trembling, her body shaking. Jared screamed.
"For God's sake, Susan, pay attention!" he cried out as she swerved the car in traffic, cars honking at her.
He went to grab the wheel, but his left hand was still scissored in her clamping thighs, so he reached for it with his right, steadying the car's forward motion as she laughed. Finally releasing his drenched hand from her cunt, she took the wheel.
"Thanks, babe," she laughed, lifting his hand to his lips for him to lick.
"Fuck, Susan, really?" he said disgustedly as she forced her slimy fingers into his mouth before he spit them out.
