Chapter 6

Ellis Maher was really in a state about his new wife. Things were obviously not going along as he hoped and when he had told her to leave she had just stayed and now he didn't know what to do. He was in a good mind to get drunk but he felt it only fair that he try to take Astrid along.

"Come on, let's go into the town and have a few drinks, dinner, maybe take in a movie ... What do you say?"

She nodded and followed him out to the car and they drove into the small town in silence.

"Two double martinis" Ellis said ignoring Astrid's protests with a wave of his hands.

"Christ," he admonished. "Can't you relax for a minute? Let's have a few drinks, stay here in town to eat or go to the movies...."

"Forget the movies ... Let's just find a nice restaurant and one that doesn't consider a meal two pounds of steak on the plate," she said disparagingly.

After several more double martinis Ellis saw that his wife had needed the shots of alcohol as much as he had, for she began to mellow, talking happily about their first meeting and as she talked, the hard lines of her mouth softened, and as she drank her fourth double martini she casually undid the front of her blouse, saying she felt hot in the crowded bar, but it was really an act associated with her pleasant remembrance of her first meeting with Ellis when he admired her figure. He told her she looked like a Rubenesque woman and she loved the compliment.

Ellis too was forced into the remembrance of their whirlwind courtship and now he smiled at

Astrid and his eyes dropped to her breasts, still firm and delightfully rounded in their maturity, outlined under her blouse. He suddenly wanted to see her naked right here and on an impulse he leaned forward on his bar stool and began squeezing her breasts.

"Ellis" she hissed. "For god's sake, not here where everyone can see," the frustrated wife blushed scarlet. "You're getting drunk."

"Not drunk enough," he replied. "Let's but a bottle and take it back to the Bar R. We'll have to change if we're going out to eat." Jesus, he thought, Astrid's turning me on for the first time in weeks. Time we got back to the hotel.

"I think you've had quite enough to drink." A note of nastiness was creeping back into her voice, not because she objected so much to her husband drinking but she was confused by her own conflicting emotions, her pent-up sexual desires and her almost abnormal fear of the sex act. She knew they hadn't had sex in weeks, in fact, he didn't even ask her anymore and she wondered how he would react under the influence of alcohol. Feeling it the duty of a wife, she accompanied her husband back to the room and sat with him while he poured out almost a water tumbler of vodka.

"I can't drink that," she complained. "I'm going to ask Molly for some orange juice."

"Stay here, darling, I'll get it," he said softly.

When he called her "darling" like that her stomach turned over. If only ... Her wanting him was a physical pain, it was so strong and urgent. When he added some orange juice to her drink she drank it straight down, hoping it would ease the turmoil in her head. Instead, it made her dizzy, so dizzy she lay back with her head on the pillow.

Then Ellis was beside her, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She felt suddenly faint as excitement sent blood rushing to her head, and as she weakly tried to brush his hands away she managed to unbutton her blouse and reach underneath her to release the catch of her bra which he pulled away and dropped on the floor.

"It's been so long," he murmured. "Your tits are so lovely."

"Ellis ... I ... I ... " she protested out of force of habit trying to sit up.

He pressed her back down on the bed and took her mature breasts in both his hands, leaned down and kissed each nipple in turn. She responded by pulling his face up to kiss him on the mouth.

"No, Ellis, darling ... It's no good," she gasped, wanting him, yet knowing that her usual fear of sex was once again drying her up between her legs.

"Let's try, Astrid ... You're my wife ... How long do you think I can go on like this?"

"I know ... I know ... I'm sorry ... I'm not a good wife. I just can't seem to help myself...."

Nevertheless she allowed him to pull her skirt down, and then her panties, her hands covering her face. She knew when he got up from the bed that he was taking his own clothes off and her heart began thumping in her chest.

She felt his warm body press down on her nakedness as he moved her hands away, and felt his hotly throbbing penis pressed between her thighs. As he slid his body forward so that his hardening fleshy member moved on to her large white breasts, she knew that it was all too sudden, too maddeningly sudden. He was fully aroused but she wasn't at all, even though she would have done anything to be able to make love to him right there and then.

"Ellis no ... I'm sorry, darling ... I can't ... no" She felt uncontrolled tears flooding her eyes and was unresisting when his hands explored over her body, massaging her breasts into hardness, sucking and biting her nipples and all the while rubbing his raging hard cock into the pubic curls around her dry cuntal lips.

"Don't you see? I'm not ready. I need time. ... Can't you give me some time?" She had hoped the strong drinks would have helped instead they seemed to have just the opposite effect, confusing her so that she couldn't adjust to her husband's lovemaking.

Slightly drunk and fed up with his wife's excuses for not wanting sex, the horny travel writer ignored Astrid's pleas, driven to satisfy his pent-up lust on her helplessly naked body. His hand groped into the secret crevice of her cunt, feeling the dryness. If she wasn't hot for him, he wondered, why had she unbuttoned her blouse in the bar?

He took her hand, placed it around his hard cock already exuding its lubricant juice, and she gripped it tight as if she would never let it go. But there was nothing sensual or knowing about the way she touched him, simply a desperate gripping as though she was holding his cock away from her. She was beginning to shake; he felt tremors running through her body.

Astrid really was fearful of her husband's abnormally large weapon. It felt both enticingly wonderful and frightening at the same time, it was so enormous. She began to massage it, pushing her hand up to the large rubbery blood-filled head, but when she felt the moistly sticky juice she ineptly thought he must have reached his orgasm and quickly took her hand away.

"Are you okay, Ellis?" she asked.

"Of course not ... I want my cock in your cunt and I want to fuck you senseless! I'm tired of waiting I want to drive it in your cunt till you scream!" Frustrated lust and the effects of the liquor were coarsening his attitude to his wife-her body so enticing, her fucking cunt so dry. What the heel was the matter with her?

Roughly, he knead her legs apart, intent on fucking her whether she was ready to take his lust-swollen rod or not. His cock felt slightly sore from rubbing against the hair-covered mound at the top of her pussy.

"Shove it in your cunt, honey" he grunted at her, and as she tried to help him but again the feel of the fleshy cudgel's thickness and length made her tremble in uncontrolled fear.

"No, Ellis ... we haven't for so long ... it'll hurt me ... can't you see?" Astrid lay in a torment of anguish, her husband, she knew, would never want her after this dreadful experience. Why didn't he stop now? Perhaps she could satisfy him with her hand?

She tried to reach down to hold his cock in her fingers. He brushed her hand aside roughly.

"I can't stop now, Astrid ... For Christ's sake stop fucking around and stick it in your cunt," he grunted, his voice rising in anger.

Impatiently he held his pulsating rod, wiggling it to part the dry lips that opened to her vagina, then the cock's own juices slightly moistened the entrance to her cuntal hole and he flopped down again over her heaving belly and breasts to tongue viciously into her protesting mouth. He began his in and out movements, frustratingly restricted by the clamping of her legs together and, short of slapping her around, he knew the determined woman would let him go no further.

By now his cunt-hungry prick had swollen to its fullest extent as his cream-filled balls were already tantalized almost to the point of exploding their load. He felt some satisfaction in his steamingly hot rod from the small moist space where the swollen head and top part of the shaft rode in and out of the soft entrance to her cunt as well as the sensuous feeling of her silken thighs along the rest of the pumping shaft.

He gave up trying to get any response to his savage kissing of her whimpering mouth, and took oral satisfaction from sucking at her nipples and breasts while cruelly stretching the oval cuntal lips below her dormant clitoris.

Astrid shut her eyes tight against the unwanted intrusion, determined to let him ram his weapon against her, if that would ease his desperate needs. She hadn't long to wait, her husband's urgent passion expended itself after only a few minutes of sliding his lusty penis between her thighs and inside her cuntal lips.

"Astrid. I've got to cum."

Her husband groaned into her neck, his buttocks lunging down and quivering as his cock's tender head shot thick, hot jets of sperm into the mouth of her equally tender vagina.

Astrid felt spurt after spurt of the jerking load splash into the front of her cunt and up on to her pubic hairs and she felt the dribble of the hot sticky sperm in between her thighs, running down to her anus. It was too late now. Too late to tell him she might be ready, might take his enormous weapon into her little used cunt all the way.

But Ellis was really finished. The unsatisfactory experience was one he was not anxious to repeat. He was as ashamed of himself as he had been annoyed with his wife a little while ago. It looked like it was going to be the divorce courts after this little working vacation.

"I'm sorry, Astrid. I must have flipped out for a second," he mumbled, lighting a cigarette. When she replied that she completely understood and that it was her fault, he felt even more guilty. He sat there for a few minutes puffing on his cigarette and staring hungrily at her nakedness. Then he butted his cigarette, crawled under the sheets and began snoring, forgetting completely about taking his wife out to dinner.