Chapter 12

JOY

A few hours later, I arrived aboard a launch at Aden.

I had my fill of Orient, plots and revolutions. I was in a hurry to go back to Europe, to live again in London or Switzerland and particularly near my husband.

I sent him a cable:

"Cured stop Longing to be near you stop Arriving London Tomorrow BOAC 643/22 stop Love."

I had a quick meal and boarded the plane I had reserved as soon as I had arrived in Aden.

Comfortably sitting in the cozy first-class seat, I was feeling very happy, with the thought ever present in my mind that soon I would be in my husband's arms again, and in my beloved home.

Suddenly a terrible doubt assailed me.

Was I really cured?

True, I had felt for the first time an intense voluptuousness, but then the conditions had been very exceptional. I had actually "come" and loved it. But there was a lurking fear in the back of my mind.

To speak bluntly, I had been raped. Besides, at that moment, I had been in a really very odd atmosphere: a man had been raping me aboard a yacht that was sinking. That man had thrust a most unusual cock forcibly into my cunt while cannons and guns roared ahead, and I had felt a wave voluptuousness for the first time. Wasn't it due to the extraordinary circumstances, and had my sub-consciousness worked precisely on account of that?

It was a worrying dilemma, a burning question.

How I was longing for my husband, for he alone now would be my man, and I would soon know the answer to my question whether that my voluptuous orgasm was a one-time fluke or if I would experience it for keeps.

The closer the plane got to Europe the more nervous I became. Although I was, and still am, a rather calm and unexcited person, I was exceptionally agitated during that trip, I can assure you.

At the different stops the airplane made, at Athens, Rome and Paris, I paced up and down feverishly in the airport corridors, eager to resume the flight to London.

At last, from the windows of the jet I saw the English coast.

Then, on schedule, we touched down at Croydon.

Rodney, my husband, was there, smiling and as considerate as ever. I threw myself in his arms. I kissed him on the cheeks, the forehead, the neck and also on the mouth, to the consternation of a few conservative people who were watching us with a disapproving expression on their faces. But I didn't give a damn for what they thought.

In the car, I hardly gave Rodney time to tell me what a fine complexion I had-I pinched him, kissed him unceasingly even ran my hands lightly up and down his cock through his pants, until he told me:

"Darling, you're wonderful, that trip has really transformed you, I don't recognize you."

"Oh?" I said, pouting.

"But you've changed for the better, I'm really happy to see you like that," he reassured me.

"Well, then -"

"Then what?" he asked.

"Then drive faster, I want a welcome home hump from my husband.

He burst out laughing, then feigning seriousness, he uncoiled the arm I had passed round his neck and said:

"I don't mind driving faster, but on the condition that you keep still. To begin with, take your hand off my thigh. You feel like making love and so do I, but you go on caressing my dick, we'll drive into the ditch instead."

So I took my hands away from his prick and was a good girl for the remainder of the drive.

As soon as we came in, I ran to our room. "One, two, three, hop." I tossed my clothes to the most unlikely places in my joy and haste to get undressed. In less than a minute, I was naked and ready for my lord and master to come and shove his tool into my eager, impatiently wet pussy.

He was quite dumbfounded by my exceptional speed.

But I didn't give him time to think. I literally undressed him from head to foot, and he was so surprised that all he could do was to stand there passive and let my busy hands rid him of his clothes.

A few moments later I was Eve facing Adam.

I took hold of his hard-on and pushed him on to our bed.

And then, yes, my happiness occurred again.

He had hardly had time to touch my breasts and caress a little the divine temple of my sexuality, my juicily moist pussy, and stiff clitoris, when I came with immense joy.

Yes, before he had even put his prick into my hole just through the contact of his flesh, his fingers, his mouth.

But when he really thrust that professional cock of his way up into my vagina, when I felt him it seemed I was in an unreal world, joyously immersed in flashes of lightning voluptuousness and thrilling orgasms.

When he let go of my spread thighs, I remained prostrate, unable to move or think, so great my joy and emotions had been.

Now I know what I had been missing.

I embraced Rodney tenderly, squeezed his naked body against mine and burst out crying with joy, for now I was sure, at last that I would experience voluptuousness forever.