Chapter 3
Carla had felt a lot better after talking to Sandy. She was one of those special kinds of people who always managed to make things look brighter, even if your problems were colossal. She had been that way since they had first met in college, back when Carla used to worry her head off over exam grades and Sandy always just took them in stride, good or bad, never losing her cocky self-assurance that she became noted for on the City College campus.
With this in mind, Carla had finally managed to get to sleep just minutes before her husband parked their three year old car and came up to their apartment. Clark eased into the bedroom, slipping out of his clothes quietly so as not to wake his sleeping wife there on the double bed. He eased into bed slowly, a bit at a time, looking down at her sleeping loveliness ... God, she was beautiful. Maybe tonight, he thought, maybe tonight things will be different.
As she felt his weight settle beside her, Carla snuggled her buttocks up against his side, still half-asleep. With the practiced touch acquired from night after night of being coolly rebuffed, she waited for him to jerk away ... to grunt some muffled plea to be left alone ... something to tell her, as usual, that he preferred his own side of the bed to hers. But this was different; she was in luck....
"Darling, are you awake?" he whispered. Carla answered with an unmistakably seductive wiggle of her behind beneath the sheets. She was almost afraid to believe it. Surely he couldn't be planning something other than going straight to sleep?
"I'm all finished with my work, honey," he said softly into her ear. His hand slipped around her waist as he settled in behind her and he pulled her buttocks tightly up against his belly. One hand slipped along the smoothness of her back and pulled her nightie up high above her middle. He could feel the warm soft nakedness of her bare flesh against his abdomen and he. quickly pulled off his undershorts.
Carla felt a shiver of excitement and anticipation course over her as she sensed the prodding nudge of his hardening penis nestled suggestively in the soft furrow of her buttocks.. She pushed her firmly-fleshed ass-cheeks back tightly against his manhood, as if to trap it firmly between the voluptuous mounds of her buttocks.
She was hesitant to open her eyes even for an instant, lest this all be a dream and she would find herself really alone, caught up in some incredibly real fantasy wrought out of her endless agonizingly empty nights of unfulfilled passion. But it was real ... and her husband seemed to be her lover once again. She could only pray it would last ... that this spark of desire she had thought long extinguished would flame into the wild, raging fires of desire she had once known.
Carla answered his probing gestures with one of her own: she pulled her nightie the rest of the way off her body, shivering a little as her breasts felt the cool night air. She quickly squirmed back under the blanket, tighter now against her man's nakedly jutting firmness. His cock was fully erect, poking stiffly upward between her legs as she clamped her thighs hard around the softly throbbing shaft. She could feel the full hard length of it rubbing against the excited folds of her sensitive pussy-flesh, the hotly swollen tip brushing electrically over the nerve-filled bud of her tiny clitoris. Without trying to, she felt the warm moist lips of her vagina spread slightly open, eager to receive his rock-hard cock up inside them, hungrily nibbling with sex-starved ravishment at the long rigid length of his masculine organ.
Clark slid farther down on the mattress, curving his body in behind hers as they both lay nestled together on their right sides, easing down over the firmly rounded flesh of her buttocks, bulging like twin white melons positioned perfectly below the smooth, unblemished curve of her beautiful back. His aching cock was now right in placethe throbbing head, distended and blood-colored with lust, was poking up between the wetly clasping flanges of her cunt and her hot, eager pussy-lips were voraciously sucking the long fleshy rod forward, beckoning the hardened shaft into the warm pink sheath of her vagina.
"Now darling?" he asked, as if there was any need for such a question. His wife could scarcely manage her reply, "Yes, y-yes," she gasped hoarsely. He cocked his hips like the bolt of a rifle and slammed his cock with a sharp forward snap up into the soft moist tunnel of her love-starved cunt, sinking his pounding, shaft to the hilt with a deep, thrusting lunge that brought a cry of anguished emotion from her hips.
"Oooooo ... so good, so good," she chanted mindlessly. She shuddered from the tips of her toes as his rock-hard penis tunneled rapidly in and out of her hungrily clasping cuntal sheath, pulling the delicate pink flanges out with it with each backward grind of his hips. She could feel his long thick cock slip wetly from her ravenous pussy-lips, then bore deeply up into her belly again, poking and prodding her innermost vaginal flesh with pounding thrusts that seemed deeper and harder with every pistoning lunge.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and before them raced a kaleidoscopic carousel of blues and reds and purples as his maddeningly frantic strokes pumped in and out of her eagerly straining young pussy. Each long deep thrust seemed to push all the way up into her softly quivering belly and she could feel the electrifying waves of ecstasy that were welling up from her loins in ever-growing intensity, sweeping fantastically over her whole body. Her tiny brown nipples were hard as buttons and aching with overwhelming passion, and they throbbed steadily as his delicious ravishment continued. His desire-stiffened cock was now fully moistened with the beginning flow of her love-secretions and it slithered easily in and out of her possessively clasping vagina. A warm sticky stream of viscous liquid trickled wetly along the lust-hardened shaft of his penis as it slammed againand again into her sex-famished orifice from behind. The colors grew more and more intense, brighter and faster-moving than she could ever remember, and she could feel the glowing flame in her naked belly growing hotter and hotter with his every deeply punishing stroke.
Thinking of her neighbors, the young brunette tried desperately to stifle the ecstatic moans that were fighting to escape her parched lips, but it was futile to try. Thin walls be damned! This was more than she could remain quiet about, it was more than she could stand!
"Oh, my God, yes ... it's so good, darling, so good! Don't stop, don't ever stop!" Carla screamed, shivering involuntarily as her husband's wonderfully painful thrusts grew even faster, pounding frenetically again and again into, the willingly backthrust depths of her womb. "Oh, lover, yes! Yes!"
But Clark's steadfastly suppressed climax was too near, too impossible to hold back a second longer. His eyes recorded the splendid spectacle before him, the gorgeously supple buttocks of his young voluptuous wife, her tantalizing ass-cheeks clenched tightly as she ground back onto the lewdly impaling shaft of his cock, her soft ivory thighs spread wide apart to accommodate his lustfully driving penis, her legs opening and closing rhythmically in time with the guttural animal cries that choked from her lips ... and then it happened.
"Goddamn, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he moaned, burrowing his long aching cock to the brushy hilt in her warm wet cuntal passage, slamming his sweat-soaked pelvis tightly up against her, holding her firmly impaled on his wildly climaxing rod of flesh. His sperm bloated balls exploded in a rapid-fire burst of seething hot liquid that filled her belly and oozed back out along the narrow, hairless crevice of her buttocks and down onto the mattress beneath her. It seemed to Clark that an endless river of life-giving sperm flowed unceasingly from his crazily shuddering organ, pumping far up into his young wife's very insides.
Carla's whole body suddenly tensed as the awareness of what had happened registered on her tormented brain. Oh no, this couldn't be happening this way! Not this time, not again!
"Oh, darling, please! Don't stop yet, don't stop!" she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion as the tears welled in her eyes. "I'm almost there, honey ... almost there!" Her voice trailed away emptily. She could feel his now-spent organ slowly softening inside her and finally, it slipped with a soft wet sucking noise from her still desperately hungry pussy, flopping uselessly onto her thigh. "Please, just a little more ... p-please."
But there was no answer forthcoming for her. Without a word, he swung his bare legs off the bed and made his way slowly to the bathroom to clean up. She saw him there when he turned on the light, wiping his softened cock with a wet cloth before he returned to bed with only an affectionate pat on her buttocks and a grunt of something resembling thanks. Carla was trembling with the torment of her unsatiated desires, her legs scissoring gently open and closed in a steady, anguished rhythm.
She tried to. pretend it was not this way at all that this misery and suffering was all in her mind. That all women felt this way after sex. That it was only normal for a woman to feel like this, to feel this aching, unanswered need. But it wouldn't work ... she knew she could not fool herself.