Chapter 4
Rudy, I'm sorry about-Saturday. I'll try to be more what you want me to be."
She was surprised that she had said it-but the memory of how things had been their first year, sometimes even better than on their honeymoon, her wish to continue being his wife, had inspired it.
Other memories had helped her, too. The times later on, in the second year, when she had been unable to reach a crest of feeling when he did, when his pumpings had lost some of their "glamour...."
All the trouble had begun with his hair piece. He had come home one night from the Elks with a few drinks under his belt, waking her out of a sound sleep, to suggest that they do it with the lights on. She had given in and the strangeness of it, his efforts to try a new position, had left her disappointed. His manner had been almost brusque. He'd acted as though he were more worldly.
After that she had failed any number of times and it had bothered her, made her irritable. He spent more time at the office. He became more extroverted. He spent more time on his grooming and wore flashier clothes.
She realized the change had helped him win his promotion, but it hadn't helped their personal life at home. Sometimes he didn't touch her in bed for a whole week. She suspected he was having some kind of light affair, but she didn't try to pry into it-she kept hoping he would change back into his old considerate self again.
But he hadn't. The move to Pender hadn't improved their intimate relations either.
She realized now that she had come to a crossroads. She had to either bend to his new personality or be a complete failure as a wife. The rest, though, like indulging in switch parties, she considered beyond the pale.
I guess I can try things his way and see what happens, she thought. Maybe I'm too serious about it. Sex should be fun. He hasn't sent me flowers until today since we were first married....
"Well, hooray!" he answered. "I like that outfit."
"I remembered that you did," she murmured, cuddling nearer. She had showered in mid-afternoon, donning fresh undies, adding a bit more cologne than usual, and she felt quite feminine and dainty.
His mouth brushed hers teasingly and she pushed her tongue out. His arm tightened. He gave a little exclamation of pleasure and drew her wiggly tongue-tip far inside his mouth. His hand rose unerringly to her breasts.
She continued to writhe her tongue around, something she had hardly ever done before. If he wanted her bolder, she could do it. Little stings of excitement swept from one nipple to the other.
It's been over a week, she thought. I do need my ashes hauled....
The fact that they had argued and were now together again at last made her anticipation that much keener.
He nibbled at her lips and she reached into the folds of his robe, brazenly exploring. He was very rigid. She felt his tremor of desire and while he opened the top of her dress she found him, held him. They had never done this in the living room, with the lights on....
He lifted his mouth. Her bodice was wide open now. She had worn a front-opening bra, the halves held together with a little catch.
"Becky-you're a new girl tonight! What happened?"
"I told you-I want to please my husband...."
"Damn!" he breathed, undoing her bra. "I'll send flowers more often."
She knew, though, that Tina's and Janet's behavior had influenced her. She had never thought girls should be aggressive, but it appeared to be the new trend. Love, she was sure, could survive if two people really cared.
Well, I do care for Rudy! If he wants his wife to be harlotish, why not?
She remembered the manner in which Janet had arched her breasts forward into Gene's eager hands. Her breasts, with their scented cups removed, seemed especially taut and silky-hot. Rudy's fingers sent electric sparks from base to the tender nipple, first of one and then the other....
She had never watched him caress her this way. They had always been in the bedroom with the lights out or with very little illumination. Now, with the lamp right beside them revealing the contours of her charms, the vision of his hand gliding around and under and then out to the rosy tips gave her a thrill she hadn't expected.
She thrust them forward. "Man!" he breathed. A twinge of desire coiled through her loins. Watching could be fun-especially when she was being so skillfully caressed herself ... and not peeping. "Like me now?" she whispered, teasingly. "Becky, you're tremendous!" She laughed. She was sure Tina would do the same in such a situation. "Make me real hot tonight, honey!"
"Say, you been reading a racy novel or something?"
She didn't answer. She felt just a little silly. But if he liked it....
She squeezed him, trembling. His hand coasted down to her hiked-back skirt and she opened her legs invitingly. Watching his fingers slide beneath her dress gave her a naughty thrill. Things were different and provocative out here on the sofa.
He called me a prude. Well, I'll show him! He toyed with her warming thighs, finally reaching her panties. She was quite moist already. Pleased with her success, she spread herself wider and lifted her hips, finding the motion extremely stimulating. "Ohhh!' she breathed.
His lips were on her throat, heading lower. While he cupped her femininity he teased a taut nipple with his tongue. She was used to that in bed but the new locale added to her flaring need. He was huge now.
She looked down at him and had an impulse quite new to her experience. Was it because she had waited so long for his touches? Maybe later, she would try it ... kissing him, there....
What had the proper books said? Mutual kisses on any part of the loved one's body were perfectly natural. She didn't think she was really depraved. It was just a bit new and startling.
He was inside her panties now and she shivered with rising fervor. Her clitoris was very, very sensitive! His lips on her nipples spiraled her pleasure.
"Honey, let me get undressed," she whispered.
"Hell, yes!"
She left the sofa and stood in front of him, her breasts firm with desire, her nipples swollen. His dark eyes seemed to blaze with lust. She had never done this either-but obviously he liked it.
As she lifted her dress over her head, she saw him rise and take off his robe. He removed his pajama tops. Then the bottoms. He was naked and all she wore now was her panties.
He reached for her and she backed away teasingly. Of course, Janet would do that. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her last garment and slipped it down over her hips.
"You're no spoilsport tonight, sugar."
Her panties dropped to the floor. For a moment she felt a wash of the old shyness but she overcame it. Nothing wrong with a naked human figure. Girls and boys were born without clothes....
She weaved her hips, throwing her shoulders back ... might as well go all out. She had crossed a bridge and burned it behind her. She was the new Becky Finch, stripping in front of her husband, blatantly showing him all she had.
He began tossing sofa cushions on the floor. She knew what he had planned and her knees grew weak with need.
"Honey, you be on the bottom!" she said boldly.
His expression was one of amazed excitement. He grinned, and swung down on the carpet. He stretched out, face upward, his hands behind his head.
"I didn't think you'd ever do it, Becky!"
She knew her cheeks were hot but she was determined to be aggressive. She recalled the photo of many years ago, with the girl on top, the one that had shaken her young inquisitive mind.
She straddled him, placing her knees on the cushions. Her heart thudded. They hadn't dimmed the lights. Every contour of his muscular figure was visible. She didn't know quite how to handle the rest-but he helped her....
Their heated voluptuous joining began. His hands molded her throbbing breasts. She sank down, her breathing jerky, as his bigness entered her, making her gasp. She remembered how the legs went from the old photo. Now, she was all the way.
I won't fail tonight, she thought dizzily. I'm on the edge right now!
Moving her hips, stroking, became a heady, exotic delight. Her nipples were on fire. She squirmed and panted, filling herself with him, finding a thrilling difference in her upright position. He seemed to go deeper, to touch new zones of erotic responsiveness. She felt the waves of her rapture begin, the delectable tightenings, and she couldn't help crying out, bouncing quickly until the little jerkings zoomed to a fierce pinnacle of explosive need.
The flow and give, the wild churnings, had never been sweeter. She sagged above him, trembling, her eyes closed, lost in her total release, as little waves of joy rolled along her thighs, through her loins and upward to her flinty nipples....
Much later they traded positions and she experienced two more glorious crests....
When they finally went to bed, after a shower, she was still aglow with love and gratitude. But something basic between them had changed. Despite her purely physical relief she felt a little cheap and somehow whorish. Their love was not what it had been that first year of marriage-it had turned into a kind of contest as to how long they could last between orgasms and how many times they could do it.
The words of endearment were almost gone.
A few honeys could not fill the gap. Yes she had pleased him and she had relieved her tensions. She knew she should be happy but she was sure now that he would never be the same person he was before ... as long as he remained unbald, extroverted, flashily successful.
How many more bridges would she have to burn? When were they going to answer the big question about starting a family?
A few tears rolled from her cheeks onto the pillow. Rudy was already snoring. He had mentioned about a party over at the Walters' place on Wednesday night? Yes, and in her spirit of cooperation, she had said she would go with him.
Every one of their parties didn't have to end up on a switching note, she hoped....