Chapter 12
"And nobody was hurt?" Sandy asked when Guy finished his detailed account of the most exciting twenty-four-hour period of his life. Her head was throbbing and her entire body ached, but she had managed to conceal her discomfort from Guy.
"The twin Beech had some damage from the gun fire," he said. "The rudder controls were severed, which makes Paco's flight over the Andes an epic adventure in flying history. But no one came up with as much as a scratch. I think all of us are suffering from exhaustion and fatigue. God, I'm tired! Has this room got a tub? I want a bath. A good, hot bath."
"Yes, darling," Sandy responded, standing and walking quickly toward the bathroom. "Let me draw it for you."
Guy began stripping, throwing his soiled, wrinkled clothes in a heap on the floor in the corner of the room.
"It will be ready in a few minutes," Sandy announced coming out of the bathroom. "The water pressure in South America isn't the greatest. Oh, Guy, I feel so ashamed of myself! There you were on a dangerous assignment and all I did was try to drink myself to death! I saw you with that girl and I thought you were having an affair. I just hate myself!"
Guy had included Barbara in his description of what he had done, omitting only the few hours that they had spent in her apartment. He was glad that he had now.
Sandy was among the most wretched people in the world at that moment. She felt like soiled linen. How could she ever tell Guy what she had done? While he was flying a dangerous mission, she had been in bed with Hugh Anderson, wallowing in the pleasures of her body. She dozed off at eight o'clock that morning and awoke at eleven to find Hugh gone without so much as a "thank you." And her hangover! Several times during the afternoon she had considered calling a doctor. But she decided that it was only right that she suffer for what she had done.
"Is the bath ready?"
"Yes, darling," she called from the bathroom. "And it's nice and hot."
Guy came into the bathroom and lowered himself into the steaming tub.
"Aaaaahhhh!" he sighed, sinking into the relaxing water. "I like a shower, but when you ache and you're tired, there's nothing like a hot bath."
"Here," Sandy said, taking the soap in her hand and dropping her bathrobe behind her as she knelt by the tub, "let me scrub you down."
She began rubbing his shoulders and applied a thick lather on his upper torso.
"Guy, I'll never forgive myself for the way I've behaved in the past few days. I'm not fit to be your wife. I'm terrible, rotten to the core."
"Sandy, listen to me for a moment. The beginning of our marriage has been something of a disaster."
"But that's no excuse...."
"Please, darling," Guy interrupted, "just hear me out. It's more my fault than yours. Nothing could have been worse than to dump you in one hotel room after another and leave you all alone on your honeymoon. I'm certainly not proud of the way I've behaved, believe me. What I'd like to do, Sandy, is wipe the last few days off the slate, completely forget them and everything that happened. I mean that for both of us. The only thing we'll keep out of these few days is a solemn promise to each other that we'll never act like this again."
"But you don't know...."
"And I don't want to know, Sandy. Can't you understand that? What I want is for us to go back and start all over again. Look, we have two weeks all to ourselves. We can do whatever we want with no pressure from anybody. We can have our honeymoon, get to know each other, and begin our married life properly. Doesn't that make a lot more sense than playing true confessions and wrapping each other in recriminations?"
"Can we? Oh, Guy, I mean I wish we really could...."
"Of course we can, darling, and think of the good times ahead of us."
"Oh, Guy darling, it could be so wonderful!"
"Then let's make it wonderful."
Tears welled up in Sandy's eyes. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity she allowed hope to grow inside her tortured mind.
"I just want you to promise me two things," Guy said. "I want you to promise you'll forget everything that's happened in the past few days. And I want you to promise me you'll never do any of these things again. Tomorrow is too important to be clouded by yesterday, Sandy."
"Oh, Guy, I promise!"
"So do I," Guy sighed, anxious to wipe Barbara from his mind. "Wow, this bath feels good!"
"I'll bet it does. You must be beat! Here, let me finish lathering you."
She splashed water on his upper torso to rinse away the thick lather, then took the soap and began rubbing the middle part of his body. Sandy's face flushed for a moment when she focused on his limp penis. It was so beautiful in its peaceful state, so manly and virile. Even though her vagina was sore from the workout that Hugh Anderson had given her, Sandy felt the familiar itch begin in her groin as she stared at her husband's cock. She lathered his tummy, his thighs, his slender legs, never taking her eyes off of his organ.
Then she brought the bar of soap to his crotch area and coated the curly hair with a thick layer of suds. Slowly, gently, she took his penis in her hand and began rubbing it softly with the soap. The feel of her husband's cock in her hand turned the itch in her groin to a slow burning fire.
After all the sex I've had, she thought to herself, how could I possibly want more? And yet she did! She felt arousal sweeping through her yearning body.
Guy looked up at his lovely wife's naked body kneeling over the tub. Her magnificent breasts were hanging down, bobbing sensuously as she rubbed his body. He marveled at her beauty and reminded himself of how lucky he was to have this gorgeous girl as his wife. Then he felt her hand on his cock. Guy had thought that he was too tired, too physically exhausted for sex, yet when her hand held and caressed his penis he felt desire awakened in his body.
Sandy rinsed his prick and continued fondling it reverently in her gentle hand. She felt the blood begin to course through it as it started expanding in her grasp. She saw the skin on his shaft begin to stretch and the pink head begin to emerge. The fire in her own body was spreading rapidly.
Leaning down into the tub until her nipples dipped into the warm water, Sandy brought her face to his crotch. She held his penis in her hand so that half of his shaft was above the water. It smelled soap and clean, like a pine forest after a rain. Sandy inhaled deeply, then slipped her tongue between her full lips and brought it to the swollen head of his organ. She licked him in slow circular motions, then pursed her lips and brought them over the pink tip to capture his sex in her mouth.
Guy wanted to tell her to stop, to warn her that he wasn't sure that he was physically up to sex, but the warmth of her tongue and lips on his cock filled him with desire and excitement. He watched his prick slowly disappear into her mouth and felt the head of his organ brush against her cheeks and throat. He reached up and captured one of her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began kneading it as he allowed his body to absorb the spreading fire from his loins.
Sandy wrapped her fingers around the base of his rigid shaft and began bobbing her head up and down. She scraped the surface of his prick with her teeth lightly. The thought flashed through her mind that she had been transformed into a creature who had to have a cock inside her body to be happy, but Sandy didn't care. Guy was her husband. The man she loved.
"Wow, that's good, Sandy," Guy sighed, arching his hips up to send his cock deeper into her hungry mouth.
"Guy," she said, slipping his cock out of her mouth for a moment and pumping it gently with her hand, "let me make you cum this way."
"No, darling. It's better if we both enjoy it together. Let's get me dry and go to bed to make love like a husband and wife should."
"But I want to!" she insisted, slipping his cock back in her mouth again.
"Later," Guy sighed, his balls beginning to rumble with desire. "Right now, I want to make love to you. I want to eat your pussy and fuck you. You can do this later."
"Promise!" she insisted.
"I promise," Guy laughed. "In the morning you can wake me up by sucking my cock and making me cum in your mouth."
"Promise?"
"I swear it," Guy laughed. "Hand me a towel, darling." He reached up with his toe and flipped the drain on the tub, then slowly pulled himself to his feet.
Sandy was waiting for him with a towel. She began rubbing his body dry with one hand while she fondled and pumped his rigid prick with her other hand. Guy grabbed her playfully and picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed gently, pulling her legs apart so that her golden blonde pussy was fully exposed to his hungry eyes. Guy lowered himself between her legs and buried his face in the soft valley of her vulva. Remembering what Barbara had taught him, Guy sought Sandy's quivering clit with his tongue and began licking her firmly.
"OOOHHH! OH, GUY! OH, MY DARLING!"
This was so different from their first night together! What had changed him? Or was it her who had changed? His tongue on her sex was driving her wild!
"GUY," she moaned, "I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH! PLEASE, GUY! OOOOOHHH! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!"
Guy swung his body around until he was straddling Sandy's beautiful face, never once removing his probing tongue from her hot slit. He was surprised to find that Sandy's cunt had a stronger odor and flavor than that of Barbara. It was doubly exciting and he dipped his tongue deep into the moist folds of her vagina for a moment to greedily suck of her honeyed juice.
Rapaciously, Sandy reached up and grasped his rigid penis in her hands and pulled it to her moist lips. She opened her mouth and slid her pink soft lips over the swollen tip. His balls came down on her eyes and nose and she nuzzled them fondly as his prick filled her mouth.
Guy began licking her cunt like a cat lapping milk, laving his tongue down the length of her wide-open slit, then returning to crush her trembling clitoris with each stroke. The heavy, salty flavor of her sex permeated his mouth and excited him as he felt her body react passionately to his oral caresses.
Sandy ran her mouth up and down the length of his penis with loud slurping noises. She sucked his lubricating juices hungrily into her throat and swallowed them like drops of honey. Her headache had left her and she felt her heart beating in her throat as her passion climbed increasingly to new heights.
Guy was rapidly losing control. Her hungry mouth was driving him out of his mind! He could feel the softness of her full lips racing up and down his shaft and the pressure of his balls was demanding release.
Reluctantly, he pulled his face free of her dripping, steaming cunt. He had to pull hard to free his prick from her hungry mouth. It was wet with her saliva as he swung his leg over her head and quickly positioned himself between her trembling thighs. Guy held his cock in his hand and guided its heated shaft to her slit. He rubbed lust-inflated length against her quivering, destended clitoris and looked down at her lovely body beneath him. She was the most beautiful, most desirable woman that he had ever seen!
"Please, Guy! Fuck me now. Shove it up me!
Please, fuck me! Oooooooohhhhhhhh! Deeper! God, Guy, deeper. Shove it in me. Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Guy jerked his hips and sent his desire-maddened prick racing up her hot cock-hungry vagina. He felt the walls of her cunt grip his organ like a hot sleeve as he began bucking in and out of her with long, firm strokes.
"Oh, Guy, hurry! Please hurry. Oooohhh! Guy, fuck me fast. I'm about to explode. Aaaiiee! I can't hold it, Guy, I can't hold it! Oh, Jesus, am I hot! Hurry, darling, hurry!"
Guy was every bit as uncontrollably hot as Sandy. Their mouths had done their work too well! He placed his hands flat on the bed at her sides and began jerking his hips to send his prick flying into her body. The roar of his balls hung in his ears and he let his body take charge.
Sandy could hardly believe that it was her body reacting like this! What had happened to the girl who couldn't achieve orgasm? That Sandy is gone forever, she told herself, arching her hips high and bucking against his pelvis. These were the days of discover and Sandy liked what she had found!
"Now, Guy! Oh, My God All Mighty, now!" She brought her hands to her head and began pulling her hair as the earthquake in her body crashed upon her. "Aaaaaiiiieeee! Fuck me, Guy. Oh, yes, keep fucking me. Oooohhh! Never stop fucking me, darling."
Even Guy's ass contracted as his balls burst to send jets of warm sperm into her heaving, writhing body. His muscles went lax, but his powerful hips kept pumping away as spurt after spurt of viscous sperm shot through his painfully exploding penis. Their bodies hung suspended for a long moment, then they collapsed in each other's arms.
"Tomorrow morning I'm going to suck you dry for breakfast, darling," Sandy murmured hazily as she relaxed in his arms and fell into a peaceful, exhausted sleep.
Guy smiled, lazily closing his eyes and dropping into a dreamless, deep sleep.