The doorbell rings

Before Sally could respond to Julie's offer, the doorbell rang. Sally hastily pulled her blouse back on and went to the door. She opened it to find a willowy Hispanic beauty, a vision ins kin-tight black leather. She was of average height, with sultry dark eyes and darker hair bound in a long braid. Her sleek, lithe body was clad in full dominatrix regalia, shoulder-length gloves, thigh-high boots with stiletto heels, a corset that cinched her waist and formed her modest breasts into a deep valley of cleavage, and the one thing that wasn't leather; a strap-on of impressively sized length and girth. In one gloved hand she held a leash, which led to a dog-collar worn by a man.

And what a man! Tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed, with a face like a movie star, a body like a Greek god, and hung like a horse. This last was apparent because asides from the collar, he wore nothing but a ball-gag and sneakers. He was the single most gorgeous man Sally had ever laid eyes on in person, and she could feel her pussy begin to tingle and drip again as she took in the sight of him.

"Hello," the woman said. "I'm Angel Thompson, and this my ****/husband Dick. We live across the street, and wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."

Dick held out a plate of chocolate chip cookies, which Sally hadn't noticed he was carrying. With an act of will and a surge of guilt at her unfaithful thoughts, Sally tore her eyes away from his magnificent physique to take the cookies, and invited the pair inside.

Angel smiled to see Julie already there. They embraced and kissed passionately. Then Angel sat down, and Dick knelt, so she could use his broad, muscular back as a footstool, while Julie pulled her thong aside and impaled herself on the strap-on with a sigh of pure ecstasy. Angel reached around and began fondling Julie's breasts, while the other woman jackhammered on her rubber prick.

While Julie bounced aggressively on Angel's strap-on, letting out a shriek of pleasure with each down-thrust, Sally could not keep her eyes of the stud of man Dick. An appropriate name given the massive member that, though limp, seemed to reach almost halfway to the floor. Though Sally couldn't say she was exactly unsatisfied by her husband’s average penis she could not help imagining herself impaled on Dick's massive...dick like Julie was on Angel's artificial dick.

She was broken out of her reverie when Angel giggled and said “you seem to be very interested in my husband. I guess they don't make them like that in Prudeworld.”

“Ah, no I guess not,” Sally said. She noticed that she was in fact becoming incredibly flushed, even moreso than when Julie was giving her that “massage.”

“Dick, go be a good boy and keep Mrs Arton company why I fuck the brains out of this slut,” Angel commanded.