Anglia Ford was desperate; she had to somehow stir some life into that flaccid chunk of man meat that was her husband's penis. She had teased it with her nipples, massaged it vigorously and sucked it zealously, and still it didn't stir.
Her husband, Hillman Ford, groaned and said, "Leave the bloody thing alone or you'll wear it out."
"I will not leave it alone," Anglia wailed, "I want my conjugation rights."
"If you mean your conjugal rights," Hillman replied, "you had those a long time ago and what have you got to show for it?"
That was a familiar theme but Anglia wasn't going to start and argument because arguments are not conducive to erection making, so she said, "Darling, I'm trying to amend things now, aren't I, so just relax and it might happen."
Hillman merely grunted.
She returned to sucking his penis and at last she felt it stir. It was not that in the normal course of events she wanted to engage in sexual intercourse Hillman -- it was in fact an unpleasant experience -- but she needed his insipid sperm in her.
When she thought it had achieved sufficient rigidity she heaved herself over Hillman and inserted it into her vagina. It was rather like trying to push jelly into a narrow letterbox slot but she finally managed it. She started to bounce on him with short jerky movements because longer strokes might cause the thing to slip out of her.
It took a long time and there was always the danger that it might go limp before Hillman ejaculated -- if he did at all.
Anglia knew that she had won through when Hillman gave another grunt. A pathetic dribble of thin sperm that she hardly felt splattered into her for a few seconds, but Anglia was satisfied with this for it would serve her purpose.
Relieved Anglia removed herself from Hillman and returned to her own bed. She was safe now and she slept soundly.
* * * * * * * *
Anglia, sad to say, was as a young woman somewhat avaricious. She had the looks and decided that she would exploit this asset. Encouraged by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Morris, and urged on by her brother Austin Morris, Anglia became a natural huntress and her pursuit finally led her to Hillman Ford; fifty years of age, a wealthy scrap metal merchant, and lacking a son and heir, you might say that Anglia became a Hillman Hunter
It was at a social gathering held by friends of her parents they met. Gnome-like Hillman Ford had been invited because the host needed a favour from him. Hillman was like Anglia, on the hunt for a suitable womb to carry his son, and his beady eyes lit upon Anglia.
She was nineteen years of age he decided that she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Her hair was a full rich brown, with glints of gold in it as though there were captive sunbeams struggling in its depths. Her eyes, set wide apart, were hazel, a golden hazel that again recalled the memory of sunbeams.
Hillman had certain ideas about what sort of woman would fulfill his need. Anglia seemed to fit his requirement: hips sufficiently wide; breasts promising a goodly supply of milk when the need arose. "Yes," he thought, "she'll make a good breeder."
Anglia was at first repulsed by ugly Hillman's attentions, but when she learned that he was immensely rich, he became surprisingly handsome. If at their wedding any of the guests were amused by their height disparity and thought of Beauty and the Beast -- Hillman five feet two and Anglia five feet nine -- they didn't show it. Nearly all the guests were either in Hillman's debt or wanted a favour from him.
There existed an unwritten contract between Anglia and Hillman: on her side she must keep her looks and produce a son; on Hillman's side, if she kept her side of the contract he would serve as a conduit to provide her with money and those things it would buy.
Hillman held to the view that money isn't everything, but what it isn't it will buy, and it had certainly bought Anglia.
After eight years of marriage Anglia had only honoured one part of the contract; she still had her looks, but she had failed to produce an heir. In fairness to her it has to be said that Hillman was well past his best when it came to sexual potency. The difficulty was that Hillman would not acknowledge that he might be the one at fault when it came to propagation of the species.
He had never threatened to trade Anglia in, largely because her decorative appearance often gave him an edge when he held dinner parties for people from whom he wanted a favour, but Anglia was never quite sure where she stood in the scheme of things.
Sexual intercourse with Hillman she found repulsive, because apart from his general ugliness his fingernails were always dirty and his breath smelt of old sump oil. She bore this bravely, telling herself she must do her duty, and it was somewhat a relief when Hillman's always weak libido descended on a scale of zero to ten, to somewhere around two and falling.
This however, meant that the chances of her getting pregnant were also diminishing.
Another ingredient must now be thrown into the mix. Avaricious Anglia may have been, and fearful that Hillman might dump her, but she was also sexually hot. Given that she found sexual intercourse with Hillman distasteful, and also given that he could barely perform, Anglia found herself in a maddening situation.
Even when Hillman did manage to perform it did nothing for Anglia, and almost invariably she had to creep back to her bed to service herself while Hillman snored stertorously in the other bed.
To meet her sexual needs Anglia could easily have taken a lover, but she always worried about getting found out and thereby being thrown off the gravy train.
And so Anglia found herself in a precarious and frustrating situation, eased only by Hillman's financial generosity. The problem is that as sexual urges can become so insistent the balance between sex and money begins to tilt in the direction of sex.
Thus it was when Anglia's brother, Austin Morris, came to stay with them at their seaside villa for a couple of weeks.
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Austin Morris was by way of being a bright young man. A research chemist he confided to Anglia that he had been working on something which, he said, "Will make ninety year olds guys perform like a Mercedes Sports and will turn women into supercharged eight cylinder jobs. It'll render walrus tusks and rhinoceros horns obsolete," he added, "and so I'll be doing my bit to save the wild life."
Anglia thought of asking Austin if she could try it out on Hillman, but hesitated because it might work and she would then be constantly engaged in sexual intercourse with him, and that was something not to be contemplated.
Austin's revelation did however lead her to open up with him about her dilemma, namely, her distaste for sex with Hillman, her unsatisfied sex drive, her failure to produce the required son and the anxiety she had that Hillman might discard of her.
