Flex passed them on the sidewalk. “Where are you off
to?”

“Marisa’s taking the baby back. I’m staying.” John
looked guiltily at his wife. He got to have fun while
she was stuck being a mother.

“Cool bro. Things are about to heat up at the club.
Stan, the leader of the Black Panthers says that the
club scene gets hopping in another hour or so.” Flex
patted his pocket. “Plus, I scored us some dope.”

“I knew it,” said John laughing.

It was a short walk to their car. John helped put the
stroller away while Marisa took care of Jack. He kissed
her as she stood in the door of the driver’s seat.
Marisa broke the kiss. “John, I don’t care how late you
come back, wake me.” Marisa wiggled her eyebrows
suggestively so that he got the point. She kissed him
again and soon was on her way, headed off the island.

Marisa was asleep when John got back, but she awoke when
she heard Grant’s car pull up. They were all drunk and
loud. She saw her husband stumble as he got out of the
car. Her nipples hardened at the thought that she might
finally get some sex. Her hopes were dashed when Grant
produced three beers out of a cooler and the three
decided to sit around outside talking.

John stumbled in a half hour later. He was wasted off
his ass, but then he usually got that way around his
college friends. He hit something with his foot and
cursed. Marisa winced, but the loud noise didn’t wake
Jack. She turned the light on for him and he smiled at
her, his eyes going wide at finding his wife laying on
the small bed wearing nothing but panties. Marisa
climbed to her feet and helped her husband undress. She
got his shirt off and then pushed him down on the bed.
He fell on his back, lifting his hips so that she could
pull his shorts down.

His underwear followed and his penis sprang into view.
It was floppy and limp. She took it in her hand and
tugged on it, massaging his balls. John was half asleep,
looking at her drunkenly. Desperate for some loving,
Marisa took him in her mouth, easily fitting his entire
penis inside her mouth. Finally, it started to respond.
John quickly turned completely hard. She released his
penis and sprang to her feet, pulling her panties down
as fast as she could.

Marisa straddled her husband’s legs and grabbed a hold
of his penis. It was a little over six inches long, but
it was thin with a small streamlined head. She’d never
thought of it before, but since Flex had called John a
pencil dick earlier, John’s penis really did resemble a
pencil. She lowered her pussy over his pencil… penis,
feeling the small head pushing at the entrance to her
vagina.

Marisa was just about to drop down when Jack started
crying, waking with a loud, hungry wail. “NO!” she
sobbed. Marisa stood up. “Don’t you go nowhere,” she
told her husband. John just shook his head, stupidly.
Marisa walked over to the baby and picked him up, his
mouth immediately latching onto a nipple. She glanced
over at her husband to find the erection gone and John
fast asleep. She cursed silently. If it wasn’t her
husband’s lack of interest, it was the baby that always
got in the way of her getting laid.