Chapter 4
That night, Cindy didn't suffer from guilt.
She knew that her mother was wrong when she'd tried to sell her on the idea that sex wasn't just as much fun for the female as for the male. So, why couldn't her mother be wrong about the rest of it? She was!
Also, Cindy couldn't help but blame Don for not having awakened her to the full excitement of sex long ago. They had been sleeping together for seven months and never, in all that time, had he made her feel anything to compare with what Ray had made her feel today.
If Don had truly satisfied her, she would never have given in to another man. She would have had no reason to do so. Therefore, it followed that she needn't feel guilty as far as he was concerned.
It was a neat rationalization all the way around.
Cindy didn't resent Don tonight, because she had been so well pleased today that she couldn't be angry with anyone.
Don indicated that he wanted sex as they were getting ready for bed.
She said, "Oh, I don't feel like it tonight, honey. You don't mind, do you?"
"Well ... I suppose not."
"That's a sweet husband." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
He looked after her as she headed into the bathroom to undress. She was aware of his gaze. Had he become suspicious?
Actually, he had no thought in the world that, she had been playing around with another man. But he detected something peculiar about her manner. It was too casual and blas'. She usually wasn't like that where sex was concerned. In fact, she took sex more seriously than he did. That was the way with most women, he supposed.
He didn't let the matter bother him.
Tomorrow he would get his nookey.
When Ray had departed the second time, he hadn't volunteered the statement that he would be back. When Cindy had pressed him, he had said with a warm little smile that he would see her.
She had assumed at the time that he had meant the words literally. After all, they loved each other, in a manner of speaking. Didn't they?
Now, with Don gone to his office and with time on her hands at home, Cindy began to wonder if he had meant the "I'll see you" like lots of people say it every day: So long!
She could hardly believe that. But she began to worry about it. After a good night's rest, her body was beginning to ask for sex again.
Goodness. She was turning into a wanton!
This thought rather pleased her. In fact, everything pleased her except the dull fear that perhaps Ray wouldn't be back.
The way she felt about him wasn't love in the way she had been taught to think of love. It wasn't love in the sense that she loved Don. She wasn't certain it was love, at all. She didn't want to think of her involvement with Ray as a romantic one. Cindy was quite a practical girl. She didn't see a lasting future for them. She certainly didn't want to leave Don. She and Ray would drift apart in time and, until then, it would be a casual affair.
She had thought about what her neighbors might think if they saw him coming to visit her regularly. But none of the neighbors were on friendly terms with Don, since he wasn't around there during the day as she was, and on weekends the Mitchells went out a lot.
She would make it a point to steer clear of the neighbor ladies from now on. As long as she did that, what did she care what they thought? They didn't mean anything to her. It wouldn't be long, in fact, before she and Don would be moving out of the apartment and into a house of their own-she hoped.
If there were inconsistencies in her attitude, they weren't apparent to Cindy. The truth was, she hadn't thought things through. She didn't want to think things through, because that was apt to bring her face to face with conclusions she would prefer to avoid.
She remained at home throughout the day, but Ray didn't show. That evening, she had to face up to the prospect of having sex with her husband. She couldn't put him off for another night.
She felt almost imposed upon. But that was ridiculous. She was married to Don.
If only he could be more like Ray!
Perhaps she could make him more like Ray.
This was the thought which she took to bed with her, and the challenge which it contained had a salutary effect upon her attitude. If she proved successful, she would have the long-range solution to her problem, and she wouldn't need Ray any more.
In bed, Don rolled toward her and placed his hand on her breast. Immediately she placed her hand over his, to hold it where it was instead of allowing him to paw her, as he usually did, and take his hand away.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she said.
"Damned right." He chuckled and kissed her.
She protruded her tongue, sliding it into his mouth.
He took his mouth away. "Hey, what's all this?"
"All what?"
"The French kissing."
"Oh, I just felt like it. Come on, darling ... let's do it some more."
Don thought, she's in a peculiar mood tonight. But if she wanted to he kissed a little, there was no reason why he shouldn't comply.
He pressed his lips to hers, and once more her tongue rose into his mouth. His own tongue fenced with it. His hand stirred against her breast, contracting and kneading the firm, springy globe. He became aroused.
He slid his mouth from hers, and they both breathed hard as he kissed along her cheek, to her ear. He began to work her nightie top down, at the same time.
Cindy's hand moved to the front of his pajamas, reached inside, and grasped his stiff cock.
"Mmmmmm, baby, you really want it tonight, don't you?" he growled.
"I always want it," she said.
"Last night you didn't," he reminded her as she stripped back the foreskin from his pecker head.
"Forget last night. Tonight I want to be loved hard and long."
"Well, as you can see, I'm hard enough," he said huskily and chuckled. He pulled at her ear lobe.
"But I want you to make it last, too."
"I can't guarantee that," he said and leaned up to complete the baring of her breasts. "Once we get started, it's in nature's hands."
"Then let's not get started so quickly. Kiss and pet me for a while first."
He tried to look at her in the darkness, but that was impossible. He wondered what in the world had gotten into her. She had been reading something, most-likely some silly article in a woman's magazine about how people should make love. What the hell did those writers know about it? Nature told a man what to do when he was with a woman. And women were supposed to like it. Cindy always enjoyed herself, he believed. So, why should he do things any differently than he had?
He pulled her nightie the rest of the way down and off. She wore no panties under it tonight.
His hand touched her on the belly and slid down through her girl-fur into the soft, warm valley between her thighs.
"Ooooh," she breathed heatedly, "touch me a lot down there."
"What have you been up to, anyway?" he asked as his fingers idly caressed the large lips of her vulva. "What?" His question had startled her.
"You've been reading something, haven't you? Some kind of sex article?"
"No. What made you think that?"
He stopped caressing her cunt. "You seem to have some funny ideas tonight."
"Just because I want to be petted?"
"Baby," he said in a superior tone, "petting is for high school kids. We're married. We don't have to fool around with that stuff."
He dropped his head and took a quick, hard suck at one of her stiffened nipples.
"Fooling around is fun ... don't you think?" she said a little huskily as she petted the short hairs at the back of his neck.
"That's enough talk," he growled and sought to part her legs.
She held them stiff. "No. Not yet. Play with me some more." "Cindy...? " "What's the matter?"
He reached and snapped on the bedside lamp. The sudden light shocked her, and she jammed her eyes closed.
He hardly looked at her luscious nudity. His gaze concentrated on her face.
"Are you trying to tell me you don't feel like regular sex?" he asked.
"Don't be silly. I want it." She opened her blue eyes and smiled up at him.
"Then open your legs. I can't take you like this."
"There's more to sex than just ... taking."
He pushed up onto his knees. "I want to see what you've been reading."
"I haven't been reading anything," she maintained, a bit angrily now.
"Then who have you been talking to?" "No one! Good God, Don, I just asked you to pet me a little."
"If you'll recall, we didn't pet very much even when we were dating. We both agreed it was dangerous. Petting is childish."
"Oh, it is? Well, I happen to like it!" Anger flashed openly in her eyes.
He looked down at her in perplexity. Finally he let his gaze slide along her body, taking in her firm, stiff-nippled breasts, her sweet belly, the golden fluff just above the junction of her thighs.
"Baby ... let's not fight," he said.
"I don't want to fight."
"Okay, then." He reached to turn the lamp off.
She touched his arm. "Let's ... leave the light on tonight. Can we?"
"I suppose so. If you want to." He continued to look at her strangely.
Cindy remained tense and her resentment had not entirely subsided, but she forced herself to smile. "Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"Of course, I think you're pretty. What a silly thing to ask. I married you, didn't I?"
"Why don't you admire me more?" she asked. Her own daring made her tingle.
He sat up on his knees again. "What the devil is this!"
"Darling ... look at me." She slowly parted her flexed legs.
He looked at her exposed cunt. As he did so, her hand closed around his penis, which had softened slightly during the argument.
He seemed uncertain now-a little flustered--and he smiled at her. He looked down at the way she was gripping his cock.
"Something's sure come over you," he mumbled. "I don't know what it is."
"Don't you like it?"
"Mmmmmm ... maybe," he admitted.
"Then ... swing with it." She laughed a bit nervously.
My God! Well, he had been told that marriage would have its surprises. So far, his and Cindy's relationship had been pretty placid. Perhaps it was too placid to suit her, he thought.
All right. He would fool around with her for a little while, if that was what she wanted. He didn't see much sense to it, himself, but he couldn't expect to have things his own way all the time.
He placed his hand on her shaggy mount of Venus and ruffled the golden hairs.
"Mmmmm ... that's nice," she purred and opened her thighs wider.
He let his middle finger slide down her soft groove-not attempting to enter her; just caressing shallowly between her large lips.
"Ooooooooh," she sighed.
Her hand stroked his cock gently.
Mutual masturbation, he thought. What a hell of a thing for a married couple too do!
"Honey, this is crazy!" he exploded.
Her hand froze on him, and she looked up with hurt in her eyes.
"Now will you let me get on top of you?"
"All right!" Her eyes flashed and her voice was harsh. "Get on top. Go ahead. Finish it."
He hesitated for only a moment, trying once more in vain to fathom the strange turn in her attitude tonight.
Then he scrambled between her splayed thighs and let his prick sink smoothly into her lathered quim.
She was not as wet as she had been with Ray-far from it-but she was greased enough to permit smooth stroking. And that was what Don proceeded to do immediately.
He gave her three strokes which were moderately slow and steady, then went into brisk stroking which neither reached deeply enough nor rubbed her clitoris as firmly as it should have.
Cindy closed her eyes and didn't try to help herself achieve a climax. She knew she wouldn't make it.
Damn him, she thought. Oh, damn him! Why did he have to be this way?