George's words made Fred's heart jump into his throat.  He almost didn't believe what he was hearing: George, the husband of the woman he had always fantasied about and cherished, was imploring him to fuck his wife while he made love to Beth, a woman he himself had hoped to bed.  The world had turned surreal and Frederick was left wondering if he was indeed dreaming or dead.  Never had his wildest dreams envisioned such a thing happening yet here he was, looking down at the prostrate and ready Vicki, her ass raised and her soaked sex wanting for him to carry out George's command.<br/><br/>Frederick didn't hesitate to act upon the opportunity he had always dreamed about.<br/><br/>His hands ran up the curvatures of Vicki's torso and pulled her closer.  He knelt down behind her on the couch, his cock in hand as he stroked himself into rigidity.  He leaned over to kiss the small of her back while his other hand caressed her swollen clit, spreading her lips and touching her most intimate of places.  As his cock got hard, Fred's heart thundered in his chest and whispered to Vicki, his voice husky with desire.<br/><br/>"God, I've wanted to do this for a long time."<br/><br/>Fred's cock entered her pussy easily from behind as he mounted her ass and started to fuck her in slow, measured strokes.  He savored each one but he was soon working himself up into a frenzied rhythm.  Vicki would cum for them all but it would be at his behalf as he took her as his own.