Chapter 4
Ellen finished straightening the handmade lace tablecloth which her mother had given her as part of her "trousseau", and stepped back for a long look. Covered by its luxurious softness, the battered old table which stood at the kitchen end of her long but narrow living room didn't look quite so bad. Screwing two fresh candles into a small but ornate candle holder, she set it down in the center of the lacy tablecloth. The candle-holder was a wedding gift from some of the girls in her class at school. She hoped that it would make the cottage look romantic when she and Teddy sat down to dinner.
Hurrying back to the stove, she stirred the rice which was cooking in a large iron pot. Then, she lifted the lid of a pan which simmered next to it to check the peas and carrots, turning a handle to lower the flame. The chicken, which she had breaded and was baking in the oven, should be ready just in time. When Teddy got home, she would serve him a sumptuous meal. And then she would lead him into the bedroom.
Watching Marilyn and Ralph making love earlier that day had been an illuminating experience. She had always thought of sex as something a man does to a woman. And she had been waiting for Teddy to do some of the things that she craved and desired. But now she realized that sex was something that a man and woman do together. And that meant that she could take the initiative herself. Show Teddy what she wanted. And do things to him that she was sure he wanted done.
She looked quickly at the clock. He would be home any minute. I hope I look all right, she thought, putting down the spoon which she had been holding and walking rapidly through her bedroom to the bathroom which lay beyond it. Stepping inside, she shut the door, examining her reflection in the full-length mirror fastened to the inside of it.
She had put on the sexiest garment she owned, a short baby-doll nightie with matching briefs. It was a soft purple color, with hem and sleeves trimmed in white lace. The panties had the same lacy trim around the waist and thigh bands. Silhouetted against the diaphanous and almost transparent material of the nightgown, she could see the dark, shadowy points of her semi-turgid nipples. Lower down, the thick and furry mound of her blonde pubic bush appeared as a dark patch against the front of her panties' crotch band.
Although her breasts were small and her body thin, she liked the way the outfit looked on her. She thought it made her look sexy. And she hoped that Teddy would think so too. He had never seen her in the purple shortie. In fact she had only worn it a few times since receiving it from her mother as a present for her sixteenth birthday; and never since they had gotten married. Somehow it seemed a little too bold for a married woman to wear.
But tonight she would need all the boldness she could muster. For she had decided to seduce her husband. To do the things to him that she had seen Marilyn doing to Ralph that morning. And she hoped that he would react by doing some of the things she had seen Ralph doing to Marilyn.
She took another look into the mirror to check her hair, which she had brushed until it shone like polished gold, just as a car horn began to honk outside. That must be Teddy, she thought, conscious of a hollow thumping inside her chest as her heartbeat quickened in excitement. Barefoot, she hurried to the door, rushing to meet him.
The station wagon bounced to a halt in front of the cottage and Teddy bounded from it. But instead of heading for the door where Ellen awaited him with bated breath, he turned to look back up the driveway. A moment later, a motorcycle jounced into view, driven by a young man in a sailor's uniform and wearing a motorcycle helmet with a plastic face mask.
He pulled up next to where Teddy was standing and dismounted, removing his helmet and hooking it over one handlebar. Teddy laughed at something he said and slapped him on the back. Then, draping his arm over the other's shoulders, he headed towards the house. In his hand he held a large brown bag.
Ellen was so startled that she forgot the way she was dressed and just stood by the door when Teddy and his friend walked in. "Hi, honey," he called, jovially. "Want you to meet a friend of mine. Siegel, this is my wife."
The sailor smiled and nodded. "How do you do, Mrs. Dale?" he said politely. He was shorter than Teddy, but broader too, with dark hair and flashing brown eyes. He looked handsome, in a foreign sort of way, but Ellen couldn't help resenting him, in spite of the courteous way in which he had addressed her.
Teddy laughed and slapped him on the back. "It's Ellen," he said. Then turning to his wife, he explained, "Siegel comes from New York City. Those people got strange ways. Don't try to figure 'em out."
Siegel's eyes moved slowly up and down Ellen's scantily covered body, his admiration apparent. "Do all .you country housewives dress that way when your husbands come home?" he asked. His
New York accent made the sentence sound almost like a song, softening the insolence of his brazen words, and making him sound charming rather than insulting.
"No," Teddy said. "They sure don't. I think you'd better get some clothes on, young lady. Don't you?"
Ellen's face reddened as she suddenly remembered the way her reflection had looked in the bathroom mirror. She was practically naked. Turning quickly to avoid Siegel's eyes, she started for the bedroom.
"I'll be right in," Teddy called. "Just want to get this beer into the refrigerator. Then I'm going to change out of this uniform." Lowering his voice, he added, "Make yourself at home, Siegel. I'll be with you in a minute." He transferred the beer quickly from the paper bag which he had been carrying to the shelves of the refrigerator. Then he followed his wife into the bedroom.
When he entered the room, she stood facing him, still wearing nothing but her nightie. "What's gotten into you, dressing like that?" he asked. "Didn't it occur to you that I might bring a buddy home?" While he spoke he started undressing, anxious to change into his jeans.
Ellen sighed and shook her head slowly from side to side. "No," she murmured, "I guess it didn't occur to me." Things weren't going as she planned. Not in the least! But she still wasn't ready to give up. As soon as Teddy had dropped his pants and was stepping out of them, she moved forward, reaching for his flaccid cock.
It was. limp and relaxed, hanging down towards the floor as he hurried out of his clothes. But when Ellen's fingers made contact with it, it began to stiffen at once. "Hey," he said, "what the heck are you doing?" Ellen was stroking and fondling his burgeoning penis with a series of jerking motions which gave evidence of the nervousness of her fingers. Her breathing was becoming faster and more shallow, and her skin was coated with a million tiny beads of perspiration.
She could feel her husband's cock hardening in her hand as she petted and caressed it. The fires which had been burning quietly in her pussy since morning began to rage with greater fury. He was responding to her, and she knew she could make it work. She pulled and jerked at his cock as though her life depended on it, moving her fingers lovingly over its surface.
"Hmmmmmnnnnn," she moaned, the hardening of her husband's organ arousing her desires and inflaming her passions. But Teddy stepped back abruptly, brushing at her hand with his own as if it were a pesky mosquito.
"Stop it!" he said. "Cut it out!"
"I don't want to cut it out," she answered, her voice soft, but her frustration mounting. "I want you. I want you right now."
"Don't be ridiculous," he said. "Siegel's right in the next room. He's my buddy. It isn't right. Now get yourself dressed and come on outside."
Pushing her away from him, he stepped quick v into his dungarees and hung his uniform on . wooden hanger. He closed the bedroom door behind him when he returned to the living room.
Siegel was sitting at the lace-covered table, drumming idly with his fingers. "I hope it's not too much of an imposition," he said. "I mean me coming here for dinner without warning your wife or anything." He gestured towards the tablecloth and the candle holder and smiled. "Looks like she might have had a big evening planned."
Teddy scoffed. "Don't be silly," he said. "You know how women are. Doesn't mean a thing." Then raising his voice so that Ellen could hear it, he shouted, "Hey, honey. How about it? When do we eat?"
Ellen appeared a moment later, wearing her flowered housecoat and smiling bravely. She served Teddy and Siegel in silence. Then she served herself, putting just enough food on her plate to avoid attracting their attention. She wasn't very hungry, having suddenly lost her appetite. She just sat playing with her food while the others ate.
Siegel said little during dinner, but Teddy made up for his silence, keeping up a steady stream of patter throughout the meal. He stopped talking only long enough to take long, deep draughts from the cans of beer which he seemed to be opening one after another. Occasionally, he belched loudly, breaking into loud hysterical laughter after each resonant burp.
Ellen was sick. The moment Teddy and his friend had finished eating, she rose from the table and began clearing away the dishes. She just couldn't sit there a moment longer. She was running the water in the sink when she felt Siegel moving next to her.
"Here, Ellen," he said. "Let me give you a hand." As he spoke, he reached past her for the soap, his arm brushing gently across the front of her housecoat.
She felt his elbow moving against her breasts as he worked, bringing the nipples to instant erection. She wanted to step back, out of his reach, but resisted an impulse to pull away, certain that the contact was accidental and afraid that moving away abruptly would only call attention to it unnecessarily. But Siegel's arm remained in touch with her, moving back and forth over the pointed little cones of her tits as he lathered the dishwashing sponge with a white cake of soap.
Finally, looking her directly in the eye, he stepped aside, breaking the contact to reach for a dish. He rubbed the sponge across it, scrubbing and cleaning it before handing it to Ellen to be rinsed and dried. He didn't speak, but his dark, flashing eyes remained fixed on her face. He was reaching for another dish when Teddy called his name.
"Hey, Siegel," he said. "Why are you wasting time with the women folk? Ellen can do those dishes alone. How about a game of checkers?"
"I don't know," Siegel answered, turning from Ellen to glance at her husband. "Maybe there's something the three of us can do together."
"No," said Teddy, his voice petulant and whiny. "I want to play checkers." Siegel still hesitated, standing at the sink with a dripping sponge in his hand.
"Go ahead, Siegel," Ellen said softly, her voice devoid of emotion. "I'm going to go outside and look at the stars for a while. You and Teddy play checkers."
She finished washing the dishes and walked slowly out of the cottage, sitting for a long time on a low-hanging branch of the stunted monazite tree which stood near the house. From inside, she could hear the sounds of Teddy's laughter, loud and raucous. He was beginning to sound a little drunk.
The sky was filled with myriad points of twinkling white light, and off to the east, the moon on its last quarter-shone like a shaded beacon. But the brilliance of the heavens did little to cheer or console the young navy wife. Not only had Teddy been unaffected by her shortie nightgown, but he had actually rejected her when she tried to touch him in the bedroom. He was apparently more interested in being with his buddy than in being with her. He would rather sit at the table, drinking beer and playing checkers, than lie with her in bed, touching her body with his fingers and letting her touch him with hers.
Although her spirit was depressed and dejected, frustrated by the total lack of fulfillment offered by her relationship with Teddy, her body was vibrant and alert. Every time she moved, her garments brushed against her skin, caressing and arousing her like a thousand tiny fingertips. And her cunt was flowing freely, its secretions dampening the tight crotch band of the purple briefs which she wore under the housecoat.
She pressed her legs together, trying to quiet the nagging tingling itch which emanated from her moist and dewy pussy. Squeezing her thighs together and holding them with her hands, she rocked back and forth on the tree limb. But her movements only heightened the stimulation, causing the lips of her tender young pussy to part, and bringing the damp material of her panties against its inner membranes.
"Ooooooooh," she moaned, startled by the sound of her own voice against the silence of the night. She held her breath for a moment, listening. All was quiet, except for the chirping of the crickets. Not even Teddy's laughter could be heard disturbing the nocturnal serenity. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to concentrate on anything that would help get her mind off the agonizing demands of her unfulfilled body.
When she heard the cottage door open, and close, she looked up, squinting in the darkness. "Teddy?" she called.
"No," answered Siegel in his nasal New York voice. "It's me."
"Siegel?" she asked. In a way she was relieved to find that it wasn't her husband. "Where are you going?"
"My first name is Randy," he said softly, "and I'm going home."
"Where's Teddy?" she asked, automatically.
"Sleeping with his head on the kitchen table," the young sailor answered. "Guess he isn't the beer drinker he thought he was. Poor dude doesn't know what hit him." Then he looked at Ellen, staring intently into her eyes. In the dim starlight, he looked somehow sinister and noble all at the same time. "Lot of things that boy don't know," he added, his voice gentle in spite of his rough-sounding accent.
Ellen was suddenly frightened. Not of Randy Siegel, but of herself. Her husband's newest buddy was beginning to fascinate her, and she felt a powerful attraction to him which affected her in a way which she could not explain. Not even to herself. He seemed to be the same age as Teddy, but something about him was older, more mature. She wanted to turn away from him, blotting him out of her already complicated life. But she found herself rising from her perch, almost involuntarily, and moving closer to him.
"I think I know what your problem is," he said, his voice soft and his tone confident. "You aren't getting enough affection from glad-hand Charlie in there. What you need is a little lovin'. "
His words made Ellen blanch. They hadn't spoken more than a few words to each other, but he put his finger right on the pulse of the problem.
Part of her-the part which longed for fulfillment and human understanding-wanted to reach out for the handsome, dark-haired stranger, to hold him close to her and to thank him for his sympathetic comprehension. But another part of her-the part which was raised on a farm in Davis, Wisconsin-felt threatened, as though her private secrets had suddenly been laid bare, leaving her weak and vulnerable in the presence of a stranger.
"I don't see how that's any of your business," she said, putting on a defiant expression and filling her voice with trembling bravado.
Siegel smiled, taking a step forward and putting his hands on her shoulders. "I'm making it my business," he said. And before she could pull away, he drew her toward him and pressed his lips to hers. She returned his kiss automatically for a second, and then realized suddenly what she was doing.
"Noooo!" she gasped, trying to twist away from him. But he held her in a grip which was gentle yet firm, and she was unable to get away. He continued kissing her, ignoring the desperate movements of her mouth as she attempted to order him away from her. Finally, parting his lips slightly, he allowed his tongue to dart forward, exploring the warmth of her mouth and sampling the sweetness of her saliva.
"Nooooooo," she sobbed again, only this time her protest was even less convincing. She pushed at his chest with the palms of both hands in a token effort to free herself from his grasp. But when he broke lip contact to nibble at her ear, all she could do was whisper hoarsely, "Please don't. Please." Her voice was becoming weaker, hardly audible against the chirping of the crickets.
"Don't fight it," Randy murmured, the warm rush of air as he whispered into her ear titillating and arousing her. Her hands slid slowly across the muscular plane of his chest until her arms were around his neck, pulling him against her as she arched her back and pressed the front of her body against his.
She could feel his cock, hard and erect, straining at the front of his trousers to poke at her belly. And she could feel the strength of his arms wrapping tightly around her as he kissed and nibbled at her earlobe. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "Feeeeelllllls soooo gooooood."
Carefully, he lifted her feet off the ground and cradled her in his arms as though he was carrying a sleeping child. He kissed her lips again, and this time she returned the kiss with uninhibited and unbridled passion. "Oooooooh, yeeeessss," she groaned. "Ooooooooohhhhh, yeeeeessssss."
Carrying her easily, Randy walked to a grassy spot next to where he had parked his motorcycle. He lowered her gently to the ground and dropped down beside her. The night was warm and the ground beneath her felt soft and cushiony. Randy, afraid that the mood would be broken if he waited too long, returned his lips to her body immediately, kissing and nuzzling at the soft white skin of her throat.
Ellen was allowing her body to do all her thinking now. The nagging little voice which buzzed inside her head saying, No! Don't do this! It's wrong! It's sinful!, had faded into the background and she almost succeeded in ignoring it completely. Randy's hands were moving freely over her body, stroking and massaging her belly and breasts through the material of her flowered housecoat. And his lips were nibbling at her throat, leaving a tingling trail of ecstatically aroused flesh in their wake.
While' he kissed her, he slipped one hand inside the front of her housecoat, searching for her small but sensuous tits. When he found them at last, he cupped each of them in turn, squeezing gently and rolling her long, cylindrical nipples between his fingers. With his other hand, he worked at the buttons which closed the garment's front. A moment later, its folds had fallen open, revealing the purple baby-dolls which she had donned earlier for the ill-fated seduction of her husband.
He pulled up the nightie until its hem was bunched up around her shoulders and her funnel-shaped titties were completely exposed to his view. "You've got an out-of-sight body," he murmured, moving his fingers in a series of tightly spiraling circles which carried them across her tits, belly, and thighs. At last his hands came to rest on the pantied mound of her cunt.
He stopped moving for a minute, and Ellen was conscious only of the sound of her own heart thundering inside her chest. She knew that if she was to stop him, this was her last and final chance. For once he started stroking her again, she would be at his mercy-powerless to resist him, incapable of demanding that he desist from the wicked stimulation of her body. But she bit her lip, unable to speak.
She didn't want him to stop-not until he had satisfied her needs, bringing to fruition the sexual responses which had been building unchecked within her since the onset of her puberty. She didn't want him to leave until he had shown her the glories of her own body's capacity for pleasure. She watched as his fingers tugged at the buttons of his pants, gasping in surprise when his cock sprang free, stiff and ready for action.
Involuntarily, she reached for it, touching the silky surface of the throbbing organ gingerly with the tips of her fingers. It felt smooth and buttery to her touch and she could not resist the urge to hold it in her hand and pull it rhythmically up and down as she had seen Marilyn do to Ralph's thick and swollen organ.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh," sighed Randy, as her fingers moved delicately over the mushroom-shaped knob which capped the end of his long, blue-veined erection. I didn't misjudge this one, he thought. She'll be ready for anything I decide to give her.
He remained immobile for a moment, allowing the bare-breasted young housewife to amuse herself with the shaft of his swollen penis. Then, moving slowly and deliberately, he began to strip the panties from her loins. He pulled them down a little at a time, exposing a narrow band of curling pubic hair and then stopping to lean forward and kiss her on the belly before continuing to roll the purple wisp downward, toward her ankles.
Ellen arched her back, lifting her buttocks off the ground so that he could slip the undergarment off over her hips and ass. The fabric of her housecoat remained spread out beneath her, protecting her naked buttocks from the cool moisture of the ground below her. Siegel smiled at her willingness and cooperation, his cock throbbing as she rolled and petted it between her fingers.
She was like a little child with a new toy-one which she had been wanting for a long time. Her fingers moved rapidly over the unfamiliar object, exploring its ridges and indentations and tracing the length of a pulsating blue vein which broke the smoothness of the satiny penile surface. She was wheezing audibly as he peeled the panties from her. "Oooooh, ooooh, aaaaaawww, aaaaaahhhhhh," she intoned, completely preoccupied with her manual explorations of his erect penis.
Randy felt his own juices rising as he petted the hairy mound of Ellen's blonde pussy, listening with pleasure to her helpless cries of passion and desire which had doubled in volume. He rubbed her pubis with the flat of his hand, his palm describing a tight, little circle with her quivering clit at its center. At the bottom of the circle, his fingers dragged lovingly across the pouting lips of her abundantly flowing cunt, tickling and kneading them until her body shook with a trembling spasm which started at her feet and reached all the way to the top of her head.
"Uuuuuunnh!" she grunted as one of his fingers burrowed gently between her cunt lips to wallow in the juicy wetness which lay beyond them. Randy leaned forward, taking one of her thick and turgid nipples between his teeth. Nipping gently at it, he laved its quivering tip with the rough surface of his tongue, his cock twitching excitedly in response to the uninhibited moan of delight which ripped from her throat. "Oooo-oooooowwwwww," she hummed, as he prodded and devoured her.
His probing fingers sloshed around in the secretions of her tight and inexperienced cunt, and he knew that she was just a fraction of an inch away from the explosive release of orgasm. He couldn't be sure, but he suspected that it would be the first climax of her life.
When he moved into position above her, he looked down at her pussy. It glistened with a frothy white cream which covered her pouting pink cunt lips, like the whipped topping on a lemon pie. The furry flanges of her soft and tender portal were drawn back into an obscene grin. Her cunt was open, its pink internal membranes winking lewdly in silent supplication to his cock. Enter me, it pleaded, the lips spreading wider as she lifted her ass high into the air in an attempt to communicate her desperate need without words.
Siegel, who in spite of his youth had made love to many girls and almost as many women, knew instinctively that her moment was coming. To keep her waiting any longer, he concluded, would be torture rather than titillation. Shifting the position of his hips, he brought his swollen cock-head into grazing contact with the damp and shiny tissues of her splayed labia. Easing himself forward, he pressed the head of his cock against the pouting surfaces of her inner cunt-lips, triggering an automatic response. Her cunt closed around him immediately, imprisoning his cockhead in the tender cell of her vulva's outer chamber.
"Aaaaaiiiiiiyyyyyyy," Ellen wailed, trying to throw herself up at him so that her cunt could swallow the rest of his cock in one long, penetrating stroke. But Siegel moved with her, keeping only the swollen cockhead within the clasping folds of her tingling pussy.
Then, making it evident that he intended to remain completely in control, he moved his hips forward, a little bit at a time, burying inch after penetrating inch of his rock-hard organ in the moist warmth of her tormented vaginal depths. When, at last, he had driven forward as far as he could go, he felt the rubbery tip of his prick bruising the little knob of her cervix.
"Ooooooh," she sobbed. "Thank you." He looked down to see tears running from the corners of her eyes and streaking her face, and he wondered for a moment whether they were tears of joy or tears of shame.
But he didn't ponder the question for long. A building wave of sexual tension was bloating the sac of his scrotum, making his swinging balls ache with the need to discharge themselves of the thick load of viscous semen which they had been producing. Moving his ass backwards smoothly, he drew his cock outwards until all that remained inside of her was the tapered tip of his massive glans. Then, rocking forward, he buried it once more.
Ellen tried to keep from crying out, but a shriek of surprised pleasure broke from her with unstoppable force. The tingling feeling which had been building unchecked in her cunt for the entire day reached an uncontrollable pitch of frenzy, and for a long, terrified minute, she thought that she was going to blow apart.
She began to sob hysterically, her body thrashing spastically with combined paroxysms of joy and horror. She knew that her body could not long contain the mushrooming burst of energy which was setting her being afire and simmering her brain in the steamy heat of its own bubbling excitement. But she feared that she could not survive its release.
Then, a warm, wet wave of passionate excitement swept across her and a million colored lights exploded inside the ever-expanding sphere of her consciousness. "Ooooooooh! Oooooooooh! Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she sobbed, the rhythm of her cries matching the cyclical curve of her mounting orgasm. She felt Randy's cock churning within her, rearing back and spitting again and again; filling her belly with his juices and bathing her cunt in sticky, fluid warmth. She wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist, welding their bodies together for the infinity of their release.
Then, one by one, the sparkling lights in her head were extinguished, the shimmering whiteness fading to black. She went limp, only half-conscious as her husband's buddy finished filling her with the slimy product of his sexual excitement. He continued to pump and roll atop her while his cock softened and shrank, until finally, shriveled and useless, it plopped from her pussy.
Pulling the folds of her housecoat around her to cover her nakedness, Siegel rose and rebuttoned his pants. Then, mounting his motorcycle, he rode off into the night. Ellen waited until the sound of his engine had faded into the distance before she dragged herself from the ground, picking up her panties and stuffing them into a pocket of her robe. Walking into the house and past the unconscious form of her beer-soaked husband, she went straight to the bedroom where she threw herself across the mattress and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.