“Yes, dear we had a most productive session, I think you’ll be well satisfied. Uh-huh, uh-huh, yep. . .uh-huh. That’s right, all of it. Oh, don’t worry, WE DID! I think it’s for the best, dear. Your pleasure should come first, absolutely.” She looked down at the submissive man lapping up and down her leg, “from what I’ve seen this afternoon, I’m sure everything will work out just fine. Uh- huh, uh-huh. . . oh, I’ll let him fill you in on all the details when he gets home , dear. Yes. . .yes, yes. OK, sweetie, love you, talk to you soon. Bye bye.”
She put down the iphone and pushed Billy away with her foot. “Now, BillEE,” she sang his name again, “when you get home, I want to you to tell Marge all about what we discussed today, every single detail. Do you understand?”
“But, but,” Billy was really sweating now, “Mrs. Gaithway, I, I. . .I can’t do that—I can’t suggest to Marge that she. . . she, take another. . .m, m, man! I can’t!” Billy was flustered and panicked, “I’d, I’d be too, too embarrassed. And I could NEVER suck her pussy after they had left their. . . .”
Doris looked down at the boy with a stern expression on her face. With one hand she firmly grabbed his chin and lifted his face, squeezing his cheeks together before slapping him sharply across his face with her other hand. SMACK! And then again, quickly, with the other hand. SMACK!
“OOW!!” Billy howled in protest, the angry palm prints shown on his red face and his eyes welled with tears. “DORIS!!!” he cried.
“You’ll do it Billy, because that’s what good pussy sucking husbands do!” She paused. Billy felt his red face stinging. “Marge needs to hear it from you, not me—to know you’re sincere. You’ll be surprised what you can learn to get used to. What’s a little embarrassment for you, compared to your wife’s pleasure? Now, you will go home and ask Margie if she can think of any big manly studs she might enlist, in order to help you with your training.” She paused, and looked her son in law in the eyes, “do you understand?”
Billy could only look at the floor, red faced, the taste of his own cum load lingering in his mouth. Again Doris grabbed his cheeks and lifted his face to hers.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Doris repeated, more forcefully.
“Yes, ma’am, ” Billy said, defeated.
“Good, now, get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I can only take so much of your whimpering.”
He watched her big round bottom sway as she got up and walked towards the refrigerator. She opened the door and bent over to peer inside. He only wished he could press his face between those big round cheeks and bury his tongue once more up her glorious brown asshole.
—Billy and Marge Have A Talk—
“Well Billy, I guess I could have sex with other men, if, you know, you think that’s what you really need,” Marge said with coy tone. Billy sat beside her, in their bed. She began unbuttoning his pajama bottoms.
“That’s, that’s what Do, Doris said, I, I,” Billy stammered, embarrassed.
“Well, Mother knows about these things,” Marge said. She pulled down his bottoms, and softly ran her hand up and down her husband’s stiffening dick. “So, as part of your training, you,” she tried to resist a smirk, “would put your face right in there after the other man has— finished all his business?” Billy’s erection was throbbing now. “You’d do that for me, dear?” Marge dribbled the oil on her husband’s erect penis.
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