Chapter 3
"Did you really miss me, honey?" Anna asked Doug. They had just stepped inside their apartment after he had picked her up at the airport. On the way in he had slipped his hand between her knees.
"Right, sweetie," he smiled. I'm on vacation now. I figure on welcoming you home in the right way."
He slid his left arm around her waist and kissed her throat, his right hand rising to her blouse. His fingers roamed across her breasts. Her thin blouse and bra weren't much protection.
"Can't you wait 'till tonight, honey?" She caught a faint odor of liquor on his breath.
"What's the matter with right now?" he asked, pulling her blouse from the band of her skirt .
"Oh, I need a shower and-"
"Son of a bitch! Don't you ever really want it?"
"You must be drunk," she said accusingly, tugging at his hand.
"Just answer that simple question, baby," he said. "Did your mother tell you it wasn't nice to screw in the afternoon?"
"Please, Doug!" she exclaimed, her face hot "Do you have to use that filthy word?"
He swung away from her and dropped into a chair, his expression showing his disappointment. He wasn't acting himself at all.
"Can't you give me a direct answer, just once?" he flared. "Y-yes, I do, but-"
"Always the 'but,' isn't it?" he said dryly. "I think you like playing with your pussy better than making it with me!"
She felt weak in the knees. He knew. A gust of shame made her face burn. She bit her hp and ran into the bedroom.
I was always so careful; how did he find out I do it alone? Ohhh, this is awful! I just can't do it with him. I use a diaphragm, hut I guess I'm still too scared when he shoots his stuff up inside. He won't pull out. He deserves his pleasure, all right. I feel terrible when I masturbate, but I just have to have relief. I don't want children for years. He won't use rubbers. His thing is awfully big, too. Sometimes it really hurts me.
She stood frozen in the center of the bedroom, tears in her eyes. She heard the door open. She couldn't face him.
"Look, Anna," he said almost calmly. "I know how you were raised, in that two-bit Bible Belt. You went to the doc and got fitted with a gimmick. What the hell are you afraid of?"
"But they don't always work...."
"Start taking pills," he said, walking up behind her.
"Well, the doctor I went to doesn't recommend them," she said, her voice quaking.
"Go to another doctor, for God's sake. Let's get this hang-up of yours out in the open. Like I told you before, I don't figure on pulling it out just before I come, either. I told you before I like a little turnaround stuff. You can't get knocked up that way! Hell, let me play with your pussy till you go off."
She trembled. "Ohhhh! You're as filthy as Jill is!"
"Well," he said scathingly. "So you had a visit with Jill, eh? Let's see. She married all that Schmidt money, didn't she? I'll bet she knows what to do with a prick! How does she keep from getting knocked up?"
"This is-awful!" Anna cried. "I guess she takes pills. I'm sure I didn't ask."
"Well, you said on the phone they were coming down for a visit. You better have her teach you a few things, baby. Or read one of those books I gave you. It's all there. Where did you get this crazy idea that a girl shouldn't suck a little cock once in a while?"
I'll leave!" Anna wailed. "Is that what you want?"
"No, damn it. I'm sorry. Sure, I've jacked off plenty of times. I don't care if you play with your pussy if you need it. but when in hell are you going to learn how to fuck?"
Seconds later the bedroom door slammed. That evil word burned in her ears. This was the end! She realized she hadn't fooled him with her imitated passion, meeting his strokes, dreading the moment when his thing would pour into her vagina.
After almost every time he did it, while she was cleaning her pussy, she finished with her finger. Somehow he had discovered her guilty secret; the shame of it was simply too much.
And all of those dirty words he had used. He was obscene!
A few months after their marriage he had given her a couple of 'popular' books about married sex; she had glanced at the covers and read a few of the chapter titles and had tossed them in the trash barrel.
He doesn't really care for me, she thought miserably.
He wants me to turn into a slut. 'Turnaround stuff.' That's for sex degenerates. I let him do it in my sex thing. He has his fun. Isn't that enough? I'd be so nervous I couldn't think if I didn't finish! What a homecoming.
After a shower she felt better. She put on fresh makeup and cologne and a new almost sheer robe and walked out into the living room. Doug was watching a baseball game on TV, a drink in his hand. He was wearing his swim trunks.
For some strange, dirty reason his awful talk had stimulated her. She couldn't understand it Talking frankly with Jill had done the same thing; after the conversation in the cafe she had gone to her parents' home and masturbated. Maybe there was some truth in Doug's blunt remarks. What was it Jill had said?
'Going down on Karl is fun, honey."
Doug jerked his eyes from the TV set and scowled. The expression on his face slowly changed. He looked her up and down and she trembled.
"I'm real sorry I'm such a poor wife," she managed. I'll try to do better, honey."
"Say, I like that wrapper," he smiled. "Want to make up?"
"Why don't you mix me a drink?" she said. Her heart thumped. "This is your vacation."
He came out of the chair, started toward her. A quick knocking on the door spoiled the moment. He shrugged, finished his highball and answered the knock.
Kathi Allerson, wearing a yellow mini-bikini, breezed into the room. Anna felt a swift rush of envy. Kathi was so terrifically beautiful and sexy.
"How was your trip, Anna?" Kathi asked. "Has your handsome lover given you your treats yet?"
"Oh, stop it!" Anna laughed, flushing. Kathi was that way, she would say anything.
"Tes, I gave her a quick roll, but I think she wants another one," Doug laughed.
"You've been drinking," Kathi said accusingly. "I've had a few myself. Why don't you two come on out to the pool and join Wendy and me? Nobody else is around. I have a big shaker full of martinis."
Oh, I'm glad he said what he did, Anna thought. It's dirty to talk that way, but I feel more like a woman. That'll show Kathi I'm taking care of my husband.
"Well be out after a while," Anna laughed.
"I understand, honey," Kathi said, winking. "Take your time!"
As the pretty airline stewardess wiggled through the door, Doug closed the panel and locked it, a gleam of passion in his eyes. Anna had a very strange thought.
She helped set the stage. Kathi understands. I wish she had stayed a while longer. I'm not really jealous any more. Maybe she could show me how to doit right!
Doug marched up to her and opened the wrapper. His mouth covered her lips, his bare chest pushed into her naked titties, his hands swept down across her bottom, kneading the warming flesh. He was very eager and she wondered fleetingly whether Kathi's almost nude body had inspired him. Maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was just her own youth and freshness.
After the shower she had inserted her diaphragm. He didn't like it when he started fooling around and then had the play interrupted by her trip to the bathroom. She began to realize that other young married girls took chances all the time. What if she did get caught? None of her friends could say now she'd had a seven month child. Hans and Olga did want a grandchild.
His tongue wiggled into her mouth and for the first time she liked it. Her nipples were tingling, her sex thing was turning hot. His urgency communicated to her. When he drew her hips tightly inward, she softened and flicked her tongue across his. Maybe she had learned sex secrets from Jill, after all.
He scooted his swim trunks down and his hard, warm penis touched her belly. She felt moisture seeping from her vagina. She had missed his kisses and touches, and the argument, as hurtful as it had been, seemed miles away now. Her softening and responding made him tremble.
Oh, I want him inside me now. Jill has fun with Karl, why shouldn't I have fun with Doug? I guess he's right about my sneaky finger playing. I always thought back seat playing and having a climax without a connection was bad. If he wants to play me into a climax, I guess I should let him. Ohhh, I've been so stupid!
He was drawing her down on the carpet; they were going to do it in the living room! All she had ever permitted before going to bed was light caresses and kisses. Always before it had been at night with the darkness to hide her confusions and disappointments; and her fears.
His trunks were off, her wrapper was wide open, but he didn't climb on her. He dropped down at her right with a sofa pillow for her head and she accepted it gratefully. His hand swept down her belly to her crotch; he began to nuzzle her titties with his mouth. She could see his penis better than she had ever seen it.
It was horribly sexy even if it did spout dangerous seeds. She had held it quite a few times, but she had never actually played with it. He pulled her hand over to it and she clasped it, shivering. The sin was leaving; his thing began to represent pleasure instead of pain and dread. He had been drinking; she could excuse some of his bad behavior and awful words.
"Work on it, sweetie," he murmured against her nipples. "Make it good and hard."
She stared at the pink knob with the skin taut around it, the clear liquid seeping from the sex hole. His fingers opened her tender labia and he found her sex thing, the little nub where all the good sensations were. Stinging thrills chased across her loins.
"Relax a little more," he whispered. "You're doing great."
She slid her hand up and down on his prick. His fingers toyed with her fun thing. And it was fun! The onus of dirtiness she always associated with her masturbation to get relief began to have a different meaning. She wasn't being dutiful now, she was enjoying it freely. He knew she played with herself, he was simply doing it for her.
I'll bet Kathi makes sex fun, and I know Jill does, she thought. Now if I can give him his fun and enjoy it myself, I'll have it made! Letting a husband have it is more than a duty. He likes it when I like it. I really have been an awful square. But all that stuff Olga said about 'putting up with it,' and letting him have his way was right out of the middle ages. It feels better when he plays with it. Ohhhh, it feels better all the time, time, time!
His finger went inside and his thumb was pressing her clitoris. Hurry, hurry, honey, Ohhhhhh.
Her legs opened farther, her rump lifted, his lips sucked hard on a tender nipple. Cozy thrills raced down to her vagina. His finger stroked faster. She was very wet down there. Dreamy things were happening to her sex thing. The nerves were aching for relief. She was panting and it wasn't put on. A flexing of his penis in her fingers was terribly exciting. When was he going to mount her and slide it in? She had never known such a violent hunger for his prick! It was a sweet, achy burning. She wanted his hips between her thighs, his chest mashing into her breasts, his tongue diving in her throat.
But he wasn't climbing on her, he was going to finish her this way. For the first time in her life she hoped he wouldn't spurt his stuff across her belly. She wanted it shooting sexily in her vagina! It was a slutty, dirty wish, but she was beyond caring. Now that she craved the feel of him inside her, he was going to tease her into a climax. Well, maybe she would want him even more after that.
It was happening! The nuances turned sweeter, waves of passion blew the clouds of evil away, and the honeyed beating of her relief was the best she had ever experienced! She could tell he wasn't climaxing, he was doing this just for her.
Her entire crotch was throbbing. She felt her nipples stiffen, her legs kicked; she was making coital thrusts on his finger....
"Ohhhhh!" she panted. "Ohhhhh, honey!"
A whole year of frustrations, misconceptions and fears seemed to explode with the sugary explosions in her body! It was fun, fun-fun! She floated airily on a rose cloud and slowly drifted back to reality. The final gusts of pleasure made muscles in her vagina actually tighten. It was the most heavenly sensation!
"Very good, sweetie!" he exulted. "I knew you could make it with me."
She felt so good she tried not to be offended by his implication that he had accomplished something entirely physical, as though she had executed a big sales deal or hit a hole in one on the golf course. She felt it should be more of a loving thing, but she was happy to have it, know it. She could sense this was a turning point in their relations. She was much closer to him. And the hunger for his penis was returning, stronger than ever. Bad or risky or animalistic, she had to admit it
"Pretty good, eh?" he whispered in her ear.
"Well, if you have to put it that way-yes!" she breathed.
His finger came out of her tender vagina and he patted it, traveling his fingers along her warm thigh flesh, squeezing intimately. She was lax and happy; she didn't have to rush in the bathroom and clean herself.
I had mine and he didn't squirt. I hope that isn't too had!
She had heard about guys getting the 'stones' from not climaxing. Somewhere she had picked up the idea that a man wasn't a man unless he finished in a vagina every time, or at least did it in there until he pulled out, just before the orgasm. She was beginning to see that the things she had learned' around Wesley were untrue. He didn't seem to be suffering because he hadn't had it in her yet.
He pulled a cushion from a nearby chair and shoved it under his head, smiling at her.
"Just what did you and Jill talk about, anyway?"
This new kind of playful intimacy brought a giggle to her lips. She wanted to flirt and be kind of breezy and sexy and liberated, like Kathi acted.
"Oh, lots of things, honey."
"Did she mention anything about going down on Karl?" he asked, his hand returning to her vee. Being almost naked in front of him in a lighted room in the afternoon was different and very exciting.
"Yes," she said. Her hand pressed his penis. Ohhhhh. How big and hard it was!
"Would you like to try it sometime, sweetie?"
She trembled, remembering her thoughts about sexual degenerates.
"I guess I can-if you really want it....
"Does he go down on her?" he asked winking.
"Well, the way she talked, he does-" she said weakly.
He chuckled. "Look, I'm not going to rush you. I know your background." He pressed her girl mound with more purpose. His finger began to slide inward again. It felt wonderful!
"D-don't you want yours, honey?" she gasped.
"No hurry. I'm having a fine time just like this." His finger went in and out, in and out. She shuddered. She had never felt so wet and slushy down there.
"Why don't you try it on top?" he murmured, teasing her clitoris.
"You-you're awful," she said, flushing.
"Just because the girls around Wesley don't think it's right doesn't make it wrong," he said. "If Jill is with it, III bet she does."
"B-but I don't know how" she answered.
"Well, I can coach you a little," he smiled.
"I suppose you've had lots of experience," she shot back and then wished she hadn't said it. She recovered quickly. "I'm sorry, honey. I mean ... I know you knew lots of girls before you met me...."
"Let's don't go into that," he said, his frown going away. "Come on, roll over on me and let's fool around some more, eh?"
Anna shivered. Her sense of duty overcame her first inhibitions. The idea of a girl lusting and bobbing on top of a man seemed bitchy. Jill had mentioned it was a lot of fun. Could she, Anna, turn into a swinging young wife in one day?
"Don't get uptight on me now," he grinned.
Trembling, she moved over him, resting flat on his chest and hips, her legs extended, one on each side of his legs. His penis was pressing along her tummy and she felt the moisture from his glans on her flesh.
How strange to be above.
She mashed her mouth into his lips, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. At least they were warmly close. Her thighs were apart, her titties were rolling into his chest, his hands roved across her bottom, stealing in between her thighs to touch her vulva. Again his finger went thrillingly inside. She wiggled her tongue in his mouth.
She could feel her moist depths responding to his probe; she lifted her hips so he could do it better. His finger came out, he held her firmly with both hands and raised her middle, bringing her crotch above his penis.
"Pull your knees in," he murmured. "Brace yourself on your arms."
Shaking with anticipation, aware of the raw hunger for his prick, she let herself be guided until his glans was touching her slit. It was going in! It didn't hurt, her flesh was yielding slickly around his prick. Lifting her torso with her arms and hands, she curved her pelvis and suddenly his big hot thing was deep in her vagina.
"Ughhhhhh," he muttered, his fingers sinking into her waist while his hips raised, and she found the position simply wonderful! The burning inside was sweeter than it had ever been. They were together, that made it right! Now his hands cupped her titties, a wide smile of pleasure told her he was delighted.
"I can play with you more this way," he breathed.
She couldn't answer. She was so eager to go ahead, now that she had braved the first step, she could think of nothing to say that would make it any better. Awkwardly she began to thrust. Her hips caught the rhythm; she made minor adjustments of her hands and knees. She remembered how he liked to do it, three or four hunches, then a pause.
His fingers played her nipples into tingling erectness; she was breathing faster. Plunge, plunge, plunge! Make it a fun thing. Yes, yes. She didn't come all the way down, and there was no pain at all. It was simply good and hot and sexy.
She remembered Kathi's suggestive remarks. She was taking care of her husband. She was giving him what a wife should give, and his expression showed his intense enjoyment. She wanted his squirts! He seemed to be deliberately holding back so she would have to work' harder! What wonderful work. There was something very slutty and dirty about her bobbing and striving, her waits. She was getting ready to climax!
Now she felt the familiar tensing and swelling of his penis, his face contorted; his hips arched higher; his hands squeezed her titties very hard. Her vagina was answering his lusty flexings! It seemed to have a kind of hot clasping she hadn't known before. The thrills she was used to when she climaxed with her fingers were delectably sharper and sweeter. There couldn't be any guilt about this kind of sex. It was right, it was good and deep and She had to finish now! She was teetering on the brink of triumph, and she lunged swiftly. Yes, yes, yes! Ohhhhhhh, Yes! As he shuddered, as he groaned, as the hot gush of his passion spewed into her vagina, the wonderful thing happened! The quirts of joy brought a wail of pleasure from her lips. "Ahhhhhh, ohhhh!"
I'm doing it with him! she thought deliriously. I'm having my relief with his penis exploding, gushing, pouring into my pussy! It was never so good, good, honey good, wild good! We're making out together.