Chapter 2
"Baby?" Dwight murmured against her ear. "Time to get up."
She felt his arm around her middle, the front of his body snug against her, back, him in pajamas, her in a satin slip. It was a cozy, and pleasant enough way to start the day.
"Did you beat the alarm?" she asked.
"I sure did."
"By how much?"
"Plenty."
Still without opening her eyes, Rachel drew a deep breath and let it out. By now she knew the routine. He didn't have to ask anymore. "All right," she said consensually.
He squirmed behind her. She felt his hips press into the cushions of her ass, the shape of his cock filling out and hardening in her cleft. Nuzzling her neck, he pulled her hem to her hips under the covers, then reached around and down to finger between her thighs.
She had always known her husband to be a morning man. And she had found that by giving in to these early hour urges she made him happy for days on end. They hardly ever did it at night, which proved convenient on occasion. And this wasn't just something that Dwight enjoyed alone. Rachel found rewards in it as well.
Things being as they were, it was easy for Rachel to acquiesce -- sometimes even a pleasure. Since getting past the notion that she was some rare and delicate object in need of gentle handling and worshipful appreciation, Dwight had become a passable bedmate.
Remembering that Troy was now out of her life, Rachel felt a sharper, more urgent sense of need this morning. There was a bigger than usual void inside her.
She kicked a leg up against the covers and draped it back over Dwight's legs, parting her thighs, allowing his fingers to come up and move freely against the swelling folds of her cunt.
Her apparent eagerness fed his. He moaned his approval and his fingertips started to dig in the upper zone of her pussy. Her hips started a slow grind of response, both against his caressing hand the the growing cock behind her.
Seldom was she very active with her husband. At the beginning, all he'd wanted to do was worship her with his eyes and hands and mouth, and fuck her with an awed reverence. Unsure of how he would react to finding his beloved was a slut under the surface, Rachel had played it cool and passive.
He always seemed happy having things that way. He never complained. And as time went on, she had gotten into the habit of letting him take the lead. She didn't go very far out of her way to please him, but she seldom denied him when he wanted to get it on.
It was a nice arrangement. It gave her a satisfied husband and left her with plenty of time and energy for pursuing more intense unions.
Rachel twisted her upper body and head around and sought Dwight's lips with her own. Their mouths met and fused together with a familiar intimacy. She felt the cozy strokes of his hot and knowing tongue and welcomed the close contact.
He extended the tip of his middle finger and ran it up and down the line of her slit. He flicked across her clit in all directions, stirring a deeper and deeper want.
This isn't bad, she thought. This really isn't bad. Certainly a lot better than at the beginning of their relationship. With a bit more work, a bit more loosening up, Dwight could wind up as quite the turn-on.
But why mess with a good thing? The more he got from her the more he would expect, and wouldn't that turn screwing into a chore for her? That was, if he wanted a wild woman for a wife. He had a pretty definite picture in his mind of what and who she was. Contradicting that could be risky.
Rachel's eyes came open to sleepy slits as Dwight pulled his mouth from hers. She found him gazing at her with his usual adoration. She didn't think she'd ever really understand what he saw in her that made him think she was so special. She didn't think she could ever feel completely worthy of the love he felt either. In both instances she had stopped trying.
Looking into his eyes now made what Troy had said about him secretly fooling around even more laughable. Dwight loved her and would always love her, and couldn't possibly do anything that might hurt her.
Her was thirty-two. He was handsome in a non-dazzling sort of way, with soft, dark brown hair, brown eyes that drooped a little at the corners to give him a soulful look. If he was a few pounds overweight, it was evenly spread out and didn't slow him down any. In fact, he could have bulked up and made an even more appealing image.
The tip of his finger had found her inner slit and was slipping in and out in lazy fashion. She felt her pussy membranes and erotic nerve endings and wetness begin to strain toward this slight penetration and his soft teasing strokes.
"Deeper," she whispered. "I know you want to." She knew she wanted him to, that was for sure.
He slid his digit in to the second joint and held it there a moment, letting it become fully bathed in her running lotions. He twirled slowly against her slick, cushiony inner walls and the snug ring of her entrance.
He drew his finger out and stroked inward. Rachel's eyes closed again, her head tilted back, her body squirmed against him, her ass wiggling against the hot steel of his cock. A smile curled her pretty lips.
"I'm ready if you are," she said slyly.
In a fit of boldness, he flexed his cock against her ass cheek. "I'm ready."
"Do you want me naked?"
"Of course."
He sank his finger to its hilt inside her tunnel, pulled out, buried it again, and withdrew. He pushed himself from her, peeling the covers off of them both. He pushed his pajama bottoms off, then rolled up onto his knees and started unbuttoning the top half, his hard-on sticking out from under it.
On her back in front of him, Rachel peeled her nightie up her wriggling body and off slender arms. One fell aside with the garment in its fist, the other falling in a crook above her head. Her knees came up, feet sliding apart on the bed. Her eyes were on Dwight, all over him as he became naked.
All of a sudden she felt an unusual frustration. She had an urge to reach up and pull him down onto the bed and ravage him, out of lust if nothing else. She knew men who would have enjoyed it, but her husband? She doubted it. It wouldn't fit with the image he had of her and it would probably go against his grain. Too bold. Too brazen. Too much of her and not enough of him.
The feeling was unusual in its rarity. It was hard to recall the last time she'd felt it with Dwight. She wished he could be different, or that she could. She chalked her urge up to Troy, or rather to the sudden absence of Troy.
Usually she could let Dwight have his fun without unpleasant consequences, because she had someone like Troy waiting in the wings with whom she could vent her pent-up steam.
Still, it was not total frustration. Rachel's anticipation and expectation were climbing, and both got a boost when she saw Dwight move to position himself between her legs.
She hung her knees wide and tilted her pelvis back, lifting her pussy into a receptive angle with his hardened penis. She slid a hand down between her legs, prying herself open, even daring to lift her ass off the mattress, seeking his cock with her wanting pussy.
He fell over her on straight arms, knees apart, cock aimed at its juicy target. His polished cockhead nudged into Rachel's gaping opening and for a moment held there as Rachel too became still. A strange kind of energy seemed to grow out of the intimate contact, binding them together and compelling them to take it deeper.
Dwight's pecker was drawn into Rachel's cunt as if by magnetic force. She notched her ass cheeks higher, lifting them clear of the mattress as her pussy climbed toward the base of his sinking prick. The innermost curves of her buttocks cushioned his plump balls as they joined together intimately.
Rachel lowered her ass and Dwight went down with her, trying to press even deeper into the clinging con-fines of her inflamed twat. He lowered onto his elbows, blanketing her with the broad and short-haired front of his body. His lips melded with hers and his tongue flowed into her mouth, the tip seeking and finding all sorts of delights.
Rachel's hands slid up onto his shoulders, her arms then wrapping around his back. She kicked her heels up onto his ass cheeks and dug in, holding him snug and deep inside her, She lifted her vibrant tongue against his, fueling the soulful fires of the kiss.
A lot of wives had to make do with less, she knew. And they didn't have husbands who trusted them out of their sight, either. She was genuinely lucky, having it as good as she did. It wasn't perfect, of course, whatever that was, but it was good.
And it was easy to imagine it going on forever, or until she got tired of it, or stumbled into something better. Or was it?
Troy had only been talking, playing a kind of devil's advocate -- his way of stimulating a conversation -- but for some reason his point was staying with her. What if Dwight did find out? Or what if he really, incredibly, did have someone on the side? Just where would that leave Rachel? Could it be that she had been taking too much for granted?
Damn Troy anyway, she thought now. Troublemaker. She was best rid of him and his two-sides-to-everything mind.
The long slow retreat of Dwight's cockhead, with its luscious, scraping caress along her tight-fitting, cushiony walls, swept Troy and unpleasant possibilities from Rachel's mind. Her pussy caved in around his back-sliding glans, but the feeling of a delicious void remained, and her inner membranes tingled with want for more slides of his rigid rod.
His ass cheeks flexed and he dove his cockhead into her depths, shagged it up to her gash and plunged in again and again with a steady rhythm. Not too fast and not too slow, he fucked her.
She breathed against his ear, lightly raking her nails over his back. His head was bowed, face nuzzling against her neck. He moaned softly and enjoyingly.
It was familiar screwing, but not old. A nice fuck was a nice fuck and a woman had to be a little crazy to get tired of that. Rachel relaxed and gave herself over to the slow building of her excitement, letting the tide carry her along.
It would be like this thirty years from now, she thought, if she played her cards right. Her looks wouldn't be what they were now, and she probably wouldn't be able to ignite the interest in other men that she could now, so she would probably be able to appreciate it a lot more than she did now. It would be damned good to have Dwight around, thirty years from now. All she had to do was not blow it.
They were her thoughts, but somehow they came to her in Troy's voice. It annoyed her that he would not leave her mind.
She turned her head and bit softly into Dwight's earlobe, seeking distraction. She sucked on it and flicked her tongue over the ear itself.
"You're hot," he remarked. "Hotter than I can remember."
"I feel it," she said. "You've got me on fire."
"I'm gonna cum iii no time," he said, and she was afraid he meant it. Sometimes he did cum first, which she didn't complain about, but she hoped not today. Please, not today.
"I hope you won't," she said quickly. "I hope you can hold back and take me all the way...."
"I could go down on you for a while," he suggested.
"Yes," she responded breathily, eagerly. "Yes. What a terrific idea."
Dwight pulled his pecker from the plush suction of Rachel's cunt and pushed himself down between her legs. He went in sections, first stopping to nibble at her stiff-peaked boobs. From there he moved to her tummy, where he tickled her navel when he wasn't teasing down toward her pubic bush.
Elbowing the rest of the way down into position, he pulled his arms between Rachel's thighs and planted his elbows well out to either side of his shoulders. His hands went to the backs of her thighs, holding them at a wide angle and pushing them back until her feet lifted off the mattress.
Her cunt was spread under his gaze, the outer portions pumped up from the work-out his cock had given them. The slit was open, showing hot inner pink flesh.
Dwight's first licks were delicate, his tongue brushing over her outer folds and gash with feathery softness. He followed this early teasing with kisses that registered more firmly.
His tongue dipped out again and now stroked up over her pussy with broad washes. Each luscious slide managed to end on or about her clit, with a heavier wiggle or two, or three, to punctuate the silky caress.
Rachel combed fingers into her husband's thick head of hair, gently pulling at it. She lifted her pussy in nudging fashion against his mouth, not wanting to hold still.
He'd never been shy about doing this for her. She was never sure whether he was doing it for her enjoyment or his own, but she wasn't going to knock it for any reason. It was probably what he was best at.
The funny part was, he wasn't that eager to have her reciprocate. When he did feed her his prick, it was never for long. Always thankful for the chance to be active, Rachel had shown eagerness to do it for him and reluctance to stop, but always he would pull away. Maybe he didn't want to see her with cum on her lips. Or maybe he felt he was sparing her something unpleasant. Who knew? She got along without knowing, so she didn't ask.
The motions of his tongue slowed and concentrated more on her clit. Dragging his tongue into her gash, he stroked up as if to guide her clitoris into his mouth. His lips were waiting and closed in with suck and squeeze for whatever part of her clit her could get.
Rachel groaned breathily, her hips rocking to one side, then the other, her pussy twisting against Dwight's mouth. She crooned further enjoyment and felt his tongue begin to explore down her gash and in.
"I had a feeling you were gonna do that," she purred. "Aren't you just the naughtiest thing?"
"Uh-huh," he answered good-humouredly and wriggled his tongue against her inner entrance.
Rachel gasped with sudden excitement and her hips bucked in response. She jammed her pussy against Dwight's mouth and into it as his lips stretched out over her swollen vulva. Bold responses he enjoyed, he showed it by plunging his tongue into her molten lining.
Rachel's groan of pure pleasure sounded from deep inside her and played out slowly. Her head gave a toss or two as lust dizzied her mind.
Dwight's tongue slipped from her with a terrible ease, but quickly and forcefully snaked back into her channel. It twisted around against the padded pressure of her tightness, rolling and basking in the heat and juiciness of her. It pulled out only to plunge again and again into the sopping, hot hole.
Now this was something to surrender to, Rachel thought as she writhed out of control on the bed. Rocking and twisting her hips, she avidly ground herself at Dwight's mouth and tongue.
Teasingly, he wiggled his probe away from her inner slit and busied it against her clit. The dainty surges of delight brought matching oohing sounds to her lips. She was on a high plain of arousal. The slightest touch down there could enrapture her.
Dwight's mouth moved from her pussy entirely then. He flirted the tip up through her spry bush and continued on up her body. Rachel craftily hooked the backs of her lower legs on his shoulders, and he bent her double as he moved up over her.
His cock hung like a mighty lance over her completely vulnerable target. She looked down between their bodies to witness her fate.
His cockhead dipped and entered her. His hips appeared to gather strength and shoved. The long, luscious slide and the broad head hitting bottom inside her rocked Rachel clear through with rich stimulation. Her breath was momentarily choked off in her throat.
Without missing a beat, Dwight was pulling out of her. Pushing in and pulling out, not shy about hitting deep, or hard.
"Yes," Rachel rasped. "Yes, baby, yes! More! Harder! I'm with you, I'm there...."
His pace quickened. He rammed her with quick, nitty-gritty strokes, scraped her with long, swift slides, inflamed her flesh and her being with his unabashed fucking.
Rachel's climax rallied and broke big. Stinging excitement throbbed through her damp-skinned body, the flexing, spasming responses seeming to be everywhere inside her.
Dwight and Rachel reached the heights of pleasure and came drifting, tumbling down, sated and spent, exerting bodies and limbs sagging into a limp tangle, simmering juices cooling where they had spilled over, but remaining sticky and hot where they had not.
It had been good. Great, even. Right away Rachel wanted to do it again. But Dwight had work to think of. His first available strength would take him to the shower. And he would now feel well taken care of for days. There was no telling when this moment would repeat itself for them.
Disappointed and frustrated again, Rachel's mind began to wander, wondering who she would find this time to take care of her. And she wondered something else -- something having to do with underestimating her husband. Or overestimating herself.