Chapter 7
Mary was quiet during dinner, and just picked at her food.
"You've got something on your mind," Rod said. "Did I do something wrong again?"
"Stop trying to sound like a henpecked husband," she laughed. "It doesn't work for you. I'm worried about Jessica. My brother isn't exactly a model of fidelity, and I'm afraid that our daughter is as hot-blooded as I am."
"Well, I don't think you have to worry," Rod said. "Chuck's not a bad sort, and I'm sure that he won't do anything he shouldn't."
"Maybe not, but I don't know about Jessica. She seems so different now. She says that she's all grown up, and maybe she really is."
"So, she cut the apron strings, and you're feeling left out. You knew that it was going to happen sooner or later."
"Yes, but that doesn't make me feel any better," Mary said.
"Come on, honey, Chuck's her uncle, and she's got a level head on her shoulders."
If Mary closed her eyes, she knew that she could see her daughter on her back with her legs spread and a guy hammering away at her pussy. She didn't want that guy to be her brother, but she was sure that Jessica knew all about the birds and bees, and her selection of a partner was up to her. The thought excited her, but she couldn't let Rod know, or he'd think she was some kind of kook.
"You're no help," she snapped. "I'm worried about our daughter, and you sound like you want to throw her to the wolves."
"She's an adult, honey, and I think you're blowing everything all out of proportion."
"I don't want to talk about it," she said sulkily. "I'm not blowing anything, and I'm not going to."
She got up and started clearing the table, and he went into the living room and watched the tube a while, then took his shower and went into the bedroom.
Mary was lying on her side of the bed, on top of the covers, with her eyes closed, and the light on his side of the bed was on.
Rod looked at his beautiful, voluptuous wife in her short gown and skimpy panties and felt a surge of blood stiffen his cock, and his entire consciousness drained into the head of his prick. He hadn't had her in four or five days, but that didn't keep him from remembering how her pussy felt enfolding his cock, and he couldn't think of a better way to make up than a little amorous mattress mambo.
He stood silently a moment, then said hesitantly, "Are you asleep?" He didn't want to continue the argument from dinner, or start a new one, but he did want to relieve the pressure in his cock.
"Yes," she muttered without opening her eyes.
He was concentrating so hard on his desires that he missed the absurdity of her answer. "Did I wake you?"
"No," she replied indifferently. "What do you want? Did you just think of a zinger or a put-down?"
"No."
"Then why did you disturb me?" She knew precisely what he wanted, and smiled inwardly. Wearing the skimpy outfit and lying on top of the covers accomplished her own purpose perfectly.
"This." He opened the fly of his pajamas and extracted his stiff prick. "I need help with this." He stroked his shaft idly.
She opened her eyes and rolled her head to the side. "So? You've already got it in your hand, just keep stroking it and you'll work everything out on your own."
"Why are you needling me?" He stroked his cock a little faster, getting it a little harder. "You said yourself that you're hot-blooded, and you know that you want it as much as I do. Every time you look at my cock, your mouth waters."
"How do you know that it's your cock I'm thinking about?"
"You're really in a mood tonight."
"Not the right one for what you've got in mind." She was lying through her teeth, but she sounded convincing.
"What the hell am I supposed to say? I merely said that I trust our daughter and your brother, and you got pissed off."
"So now you want me to forget about it and jack you off?" She eyed his cock surreptitiously and imagined wrapping her lips around his throbbing staff and sucking eagerly until he filled her mouth with hot cream.
"Well, I had something else in mind. You know how much I love your pussy." He sat on the bed and reached over and squeezed her left tit.
She suppressed an excited shiver and struggled with herself not to show her arousal. "Stop that," she said faintly.
He stopped squeezing, but left his hand on her tit. "Are we going to start the fight again?"
"I'm not. I just want you to admit that I might be right."
"Okay, you might be right, but I don't know what we can do about it."
"Suppose she slips up and gets pregnant?"
"Honey, I don't think she will. We both know what happens when young people go away to college. We've both been there, and the chances that Jessica is still a virgin are pretty slim. Now, come on, let's have a little fun."
He was right, and she knew it. She didn't believe that Jessica would slip up and get pregnant. She just brought it up to needle him a little more. Her biggest problem was that, in her mind, she could picture Jessica making love with a man, the image excited her, and she didn't know what to do about it.
"I told you, do it for yourself. You piss me off, then expect me to flop down on my back and spread my legs for you. That isn't my idea of fun."
"Since when? I've known you half of my life, and you've never told me no. What's different now? This isn't about Jessica and Chuck, something else is bugging you."
"It isn't anything that I can put my finger on."
"Then put it aside and talk to me about it when you can put your finger on it. In the meantime, let's have some fun. You said that one of the good aspects of our fights is that we have so much fun making up."
"Yes, I said that." Fortunately, he was taking the initiative and steering events in the direction she wanted them to go. She wanted his cock, but she couldn't take the lead.
"Well, now is the perfect time to prove it."
"You're very persistent tonight."
"With my cock as hard as an iron bar and my mind consumed by thoughts of your tight pussy, what do you expect?"
"Exactly what you're doing, I suppose." She smiled mischievously. "I still say that you can work it out for yourself." She couldn't resist giving him the needle, but had to be careful not to overdo it.
He knew that he had won. He leaned forward and put his lips against hers, and she confirmed his victory by parting her lips and letting his tongue slide into her mouth. She took his tongue into her mouth only when she was ready to take his cock into her pussy.
He held the kiss for a long time, fucking her mouth with his tongue and mashing his lips against hers, and by the time that he broke the kiss, she was breathing deeply and a faint flush covered her face and chest.
He pushed her filmy gown up and gazed at her bare tits. "They're gorgeous," he muttered.
No longer teasing, she said, "As nice as Betty's tits?" She had to know that he thought hers were better.
The question flummoxed him. "How did Betty get into this conversation?"
"I saw how she looked at you last week when we ran into her and Howard in the restaurant. You even played right along with her by asking them to join us."
"I didn't play along with her," he protested. "Howard and I play golf together, and I made what I thought was a nice gesture. Besides, I didn't see that much of her tits."
"So, you did look down her dress!"
"Well, I couldn't help it. Her dress was loose and cut pretty low, and she kept leaning over toward me. It would have looked sort of funny if I had closed my eyes every time she leaned over."
"Yeah, I guess so," Mary agreed. "Did you think about kissing them or playing with them?"
"I'd rather kiss and play with yours," he said. "I know what a gorgeous woman I have, and I'm determined to keep her as happy as I can."
He reached down with both hands, massaged and kneaded her tits vigorously. She could let her desire and passions show openly now. Even if she needled him again, he wouldn't stop until they were both thoroughly satisfied.
"Oh, that feels good," she whispered. "I really like it when you play with my tits and suck my nipples."
"Maybe almost as much as I like to do it," he said. "I really like to play touchy-feely with you." He leaned down and moved his mouth from tit to tit, sucking and gently nipping her grand nipples.
"That's even better," she said softly. "You really know how to mm me on."
"I'm glad you like it. I like to turn you on."
"I like for you to turn me on. My pussy is so wet!"
"Really? Maybe I'd better check it for myself, just to be sure you aren't telling me a little white lie." He slid one hand down and worked it under her skimpy panties and slid his middle finger into her humid slit and said softly, "Well, what do you know? It is pretty wet."
She wiggled out of her top and whispered hotly, "Take my panties off, I like being totally naked with you."
"Now that's an offer I can't refuse," he chuckled.
He stripped her panties off and rubbed them all over his face before tossing them aside, and she snickered at his audacious act and spread her legs wide. He looked at her naked body and his prick throbbed fiercely.
"Your body glows when you're turned on," he said, dazzled by her voluptuous beauty. He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh and sighed. "Smooth, smooth as warm silk," he said. "It feels great just to touch you."
"You're just horny," she chuckled teasingly. She knew that he liked to fondle the cheeks of her ass and pulled her knees back until they touched her stiff nipples, tilting her ass off the bed.
He caressed her smooth buttocks affectionately. "Yes, I'm horny, but there's more to it. I like to see you naked and touch you even when I'm not horny. I'm wild about you, baby."
She lowered her legs and reached up with one hand and caressed his pulsing prick. "Come on, baby, get naked for me."
He undressed quickly, and she admired the size of his long throbbing organ. It filled her pussy so perfectly and he knew how to use it to give her the maximum pleasure. One of the reasons she needled him about Betty was that she assumed other women knew instinctively how well he used his tongue and cock, and she was afraid she would lose him if another woman ever experienced his skill.
He stretched out next to her and fondled her tits, and she wrapped her fist around his cock and turned her face toward him. He kissed her and pushed his tongue into her mouth with passionate eagerness, and she gasped and her body quivered ever so slightly as his tongue slid against hers. They were both tremendously excited and their fervor built by leaps and bounds with each succeeding moment as their tongues twisted and twirled with keen desire, thrust and parried impetuously.
When his passion reached the point where he thought that he was going to explode at any moment, he withdrew his tongue and looked into his wife's eyes. "Sticking my tongue in your mouth is fun, but I know another place to put it that's more fun," he said.
"Oh," she said, playing along with his little game, "and where might that be?'
"Oh, your tantalizing pussy, for instance."
"What's so tantalizing about my pussy? It's just like millions of other pussies."
"No, your pussy is special. It's so tasty and it's part of your body. Every part of your body is tantalizing."
"You've got a silver tongue," she laughed.
"When I get it in your pussy, you'll think it's golden. I'll have you begging for more before I lick your clit like crazy and get you off."
"Don't you always?"
"I sure give it all I've got."
"Indeed you do."
He caressed the inside of her right thigh, the inside of her left thigh, then covered her mound with his palm. He loved the feel of her fat, hairy mound under his hand.
"Finger my clit, darling," she said eagerly. "Stick your fingers in my cunt and fuck me with them!"
He chuckled. "Make up your mind which you want," he teased.
"Both," she exclaimed. "That always excites me so much!"
"Don't I know it! You just like to have your pussy stuffed full."
"Yeah," she agreed avidly, "as long as it's something of yours that's doing the stuffing."