Chapter 10
Bob encountered no problem in facing his wife.
The first sight of her, standing in the airport waiting room, filled him with warmth. He rushed to her and swept her up in his arms. She cried and clutched him, fully as happy as he was.
They kissed passionately with deeply stroking tongues, her tingling breasts burning into him through their clothes.
The one thing they both wanted more than anything else was to get home as quickly as possible and jump into bed together. Both of them knew, without discussing the matter, that there would be no waiting for the usual bedtime that night.
In the car, they conversed excitedly about all the things Bob had seen and done abroad, with a couple of very notable exceptions, and Nancy told him what she had been doing at home, also with certain matters deleted. The exceptions troubled both of them, but neither allowed the subconscious gnawing to interfere with their reunion. At the same time, neither doubted that he or she was just as much in love with the other as before Bob had left. If anything, they loved each other more because of the three-week separation.
As soon as they arrived at their apartment, Bob swung his wife off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. She squealed happily and, after he stood her on her feet next to the bed, she came eagerly into his arms, pressing her cunt hotly against his penis through their clothes and using her tongue in their kiss even more actively than before.
While they kissed, Bob pulled up her skirt and slip and proceeded to palm and roll the lovely cheeks of her ass with just her thin silken panties between the plump, divided flesh and his hands.
His cock sprang to erection, poking her belly.
"Oh, baby, make love to me!" she cried as she tore her mouth from his. "Do me fast! You don't know how much I need you!"
"I need you too," he declared. "It's been terrible to be without you this long!"
He pulled her springy ass toward him once again and performed a little sidewise motion so that his shaft was w-edged horizontally between their bodies. As he caught her mouth for another fevered kiss, his hands groped up underneath her clothes for the waist elastic of her panties. He found it and plucked it away from the small of her back, then drew it down, turning her panties inside out and peeling them away from her curvaceous butt.
He ended the kiss and dropped to his knees to draw her panties the rest of the way off.
She was thrilled by his aggressive attitude, and she eagerly stepped out of the pink nylon briefs as he held them.
Now he ran his hands up the backs of her stockings, off her stockings and onto smooth, softly firm flesh. Her skirt and slip rose, bunched atop his arms.
He gripped her thighs and pulled her close to him, then gave her dress and slip a quick upward flip, and found himself staring at her adorable blonde-haired pussy.
"Oh, Bob!" she cried. "What are you dooooing?"
"I'll show you," he growled. He buried his face in her sweet, sparkling nest, forcing her cunt lips apart with his lips and running his tongue into her slit.
She squealed with mingled shock and delight. She pressed herself against him and reveled for a few moments in the magnificent thrills he was giving her.
Then suddenly the significance of what he was doing got through. He had never kissed her down there before. This meant something must have happened to change him while he was in Germany.
Reacting like a jealous wife, she gripped his head between her hands and forced it back.
He gazed up at her. "Baby ... darling, I want to. Please let me."
"You've ... you've never done that before," she said between heated gasps.
Now he realized he had made a damaging slip. He tried to cover for himself. "All right! So I've missed you a hell of a lot. I've missed what you have between your legs. Honey, it's only natural."
"No, it isn't!" she insisted, sounding like a prude, even though she was certainly not that any more.
"But didn't you like it?" he demanded, still kneeling and looking up at her.
She sidestepped the question and asked one of her own: "What made you do it, Bob?"
"I told you. I just felt like it, all of a sudden. Oh, Jesus Christ, what's so wrong about a husband kissing his wife's pussy!"
"Bob!" She felt she had to feign shock over his use of that word, because he had never used it with her before.
He stood up. "All right ... all right. Let's get our clothes off, hmm?"
Now everything was different between them. She knew he had been up to something while he was away, and he knew she knew. She hadn't yet had time to realize that his extramarital experience would make it easier to persuade him to join the swappers' club. She was still indulging in the hurt attitude of a wronged wife.
As for Bob, all the guilt he had felt after his escapades in Germany and on the way home came flooding back over him. It got in the way of his passion. His prick had been burstingly strong and ready just a few moments ago, but now it had shriveled to a useless, limp tube. Still he removed his clothes, assuming that his pecker would perk up when the crucial time arrived.
He didn't resent Nancy's attitude; he felt she was right and he was wrong. Cunnilingus was a perversion, after all. It was something that a man could do to a hooker or perhaps to a casual date, but not to his wife.
Jesus, why had he been so stupid!
Without looking at him, she turned and drew back the covers of the bed. She was totally nude, and he admired the lovely symmetry of her firm but richly curved buttocks, the creamy smoothness of her entire body and her lovely legs.
As she climbed under the covers and settled into place, he caught a fleeting glimpse of the blonde patch at the base of her smooth belly, and her tautly bobbling tits with their rigid pink nipples caused him to conclude that neither Helga nor Gerda had been hung so well. Gerda's knockers were larger, but were not nearly so shapely; even Helga's breasts didn't have the exquisite shape of Nancy's.
Why hadn't he held out while he was overseas? Why had he gone and screwed around and ruined things between Nancy and himself?
Thinking along these lines didn't help him overcome the problem of impotence that had suddenly developed. Indeed, it had exactly the opposite effect.
Nancy kept her eyes trained on the ceiling as he climbed into bed beside her. His cock was still soft. The first sense of panic gripped him.
He put his arms around his wife and rolled her so that she faced him. He looked into her eyes.
"Honey, you're not still sore at me, are you?" he asked.
She said, "No. Of course not." But her eyes said something different.
He took hold of a firm but pliant tit and began to manipulate it. Her nipple sprang to life.
His peter remained flaccid.
He pushed the covers away and brought his face to Nancy's breast. He protruded his tongue and touched her stiffened nipple, then lapped the gorgeous pink tip into his mouth and sucked on it. He sucked a little harder than usual, and she said, "That hurts."
He let her nipple go quickly and raised his head. Anger crackled in his eyes. "What the hell's the matter?" he demanded. "Nothing I do is right!"
"Ohhh ... Bob," she said with a tinge of annoyance.
He rolled onto his back and lay staring at the ceiling, his heart beating fast but no pulsation at all in his prick. It might as well have been made of bread dough.
An impulse struck him to say, All right-so I tried another woman while I was away!
But no. He couldn't do that. That would just make matters worse.
After a few moments of silence, Nancy murmured, "I'm sorry."
He looked at her, and a new flood of warmth came over him. He felt a pulsation in his cock.
He turned to her once again and began to caress her breasts. Her nipples, which had softened, gathered mass and firmness under his brushing hands. He trapped one of them between a thumb and finger and rolled it gently, plucking upward at the same time.
More pulsations went through his cock, but it didn't stiffen.
Nancy's hand slid to his loins, and she was surprised to find him still soft.
"What's the matter, darling?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said, and continued to caress her, now with a kind of grim determination.
She fondled his penis and testicles. "Maybe you're tired from your trip," she suggested.
"Too tired to make love to you after being away for three weeks?" he countered.
"Well ... if it was a grueling trip for you...."
"It wasn't that grueling," he said grimly.
A sexy light came to her green eyes. "Maybe I'd better take a hand, hmm?"
She sat up, and he reclined fully on his back as she leaned over him. Her attitude had changed markedly in the last few seconds. She now felt she had been too harsh with him a little while ago. Actually she had enjoyed his oral caressing. Hadn't she thought critically of him, while he was gone, for never having given her any oral sex-for making her learn the excitement of that activity with somebody else? And as for his having played around abroad, that lent new strength to her hope that he might be willing to join the swappers' club, a hope which had all but died before he returned.
She was genuinely sorry for having rebuffed him, and she realized that her attitude was probably responsible for his slowness in regaining an erection.
So she would show him she was sorry for condemning him a little while ago....
Her caressing hands caused the skin of his chest and belly to tingle pleasurably. But still, his stubborn cock refused to stand up.
She rubbed the inner sides of his legs up and down, then bent and planted her soft, moist mouth directly against his navel. A spasm of delight shook him, and he groaned. A little extra blood flowed into his penis, and it fattened somewhat.
Now he felt hope.
Oh, God, he thought, II she would only go down on me....
His hands worked up into her silken blonde hair and pressed her face more firmly to his middle, at the same time exerting a very slight pressure in the direction of his sexual zone.
Added excitement beat through Nancy. His penis was only inches from her lips. She inhaled the man-scent of him and found it stimulating. After having kissed Tracy's genitals at the party, the prospect of going down on a man didn't frighten her. And the man she most wanted to go down on-the one she ought to go down on-was her husband, of course. But what would he think if she were to do it? Well, hadn't he done it to her? Surely he wouldn't blame her for doing what he himself had done.
She raised her head a little and moved it directly above his loins. His hands fell away from her head, for he didn't have the nerve to indicate to her now that he wanted her to go down on him.
The truth was that he had mixed feelings about it. Though from a physical standpoint he wanted very much for her to do it, in another way he didn't. Such activity was associated in his mind with prostitutes or, at best, easy women. He didn't want to think of his wife in that category.
So he gave her no sign.
She gazed at his rather thick and lengthy tool, which was still soft. Slowly she extended a hand to it and pinched it gently between her forefinger and thumb. She pushed the foreskin back.
Now she gazed at the pink, inviting head. His scent touched her more strongly, and she didn't find it offensive in the least.
Damn it, she wanted to suck his cock!
She turned the limp organ upward so that the tip of it pointed toward her face. Her lips parted, and she touched them with her tongue.
Bob waited, half-hopefully and half-fearfully, his heart beating fast, his penis gaining some added strength as she held it. The head became a little larger and a little rosier. It quivered. She felt new force coming into it.
Oh, yes! she impulsively decided, and she swooped, opening her mouth wide.
She slid her wet lips around his pecker and tightened them just behind its head. Her tongue began to lave the plushy knob of flesh, and she moaned.
The most intense kind of joyous thrill went through Bob, and he cried out. His hands dug into her hair to hold her head where it was, and his prick grew with lightning speed, its head filling Nancy's mouth entirely and its lengthened and stiffened shaft forcing that head toward the back of her tongue.
She almost gagged on it, groaned sharply and straightened up a little.
The thrill of exciting her man in this way took total possession of her and she began to suck and move her lips and tongue on him wildly. Bob tightened all over, great shocks drumming through him.
Then, suddenly, in the midst of his intense pleasure, the thought flared: My wife is a cocksucker!
Savagely he wrenched her head away from him, causing his immensely swollen shaft to leap free, and he sat up. Harsh condemnation mingled with frustrated passion in his eyes.
Nancy gazed at him helplessly, her mouth slack, her eyes haunted with lust.
"What the hell's the idea of doing that!" he cried.
"But ... but ... you did it with me."
"That's not the same! A man can fool around a little, but for his wife to do such a thing."
"I wanted to help you get hard!" she wailed, and tried to scramble on top of him.
He held her off. His rod was wilting.
"Bob! For heaven's sake, what's the matter?" Her anguish was plain.
"Nothing's the matter with me," he replied cruelly. "Where the hell did you get the idea of making love that way?"
"I don't know. I just thought of it, I guess. Was it so wrong?"
"Yes. It's ... it's ... filthy!"
"Oooh, Bob!" she wailed, and rolled onto her back beside him.
His welcome home had turned into a disaster.