Frigidity in young women is often no more than a temporary state of mind. Due to stringent upbringing and lack of sexual enlightenment, many women enter their marriages believing that sex is a man's pleasure, and nothing more than their marital duty. They scarcely give themselves a chance to enjoy their own bodies and that of their husbands.
There are, of course, some women who harbor an unconscious hatred for their male counterparts and employ refusal of sexual responsiveness in order to punish the male, or perhaps gain power over him. But in the instance of Marcia Addison, her principles were confused and backward, but certainly not hostile. She honestly believed that she was behaving in a normal and proper manner.
Yet nature has its own way setting things to right, and Marcia's innate sexuality kept coming just up under the surface to plague her. She showed symptoms of unrest and insomnia, great nervous tension, mild depression, and general confusion. Marcia knew that something was wrong, but she fought the truth of it for as long as possible.
Fortunately, she could not fight for very long. Her loving husband, of a passionate nature himself, was constantly at her to change, and it was her love for this man that really triggered her search for the new woman she was to discover within herself. Marcia went through a period of agonizing reappraisal, but because of her long standing differences with her husband over the condition of their sex life, she could not come to him for help.
It was in the arms of another man, un-likely for woman of this nature, but necessary in this instance, that Marcia ultimately discovered the excitement and great pleasure to be had through sex and in all its myriad forms. Another woman might have gone on with this affair for the fun of it, but for Marcia the affair was only a source of education, and what mattered to her at heart was her relationship with her own husband and the stability of her marriage.
She did eventually face her husband with what she had done, but not until she had shown him with actions far more expressive than words that she had learned to see sex his way and to enjoy it tremendously. In this instance, this was one marriage that actually was saved by a woman's having an extramarital affair.
CHAPTER ONE
Marcia Addison, age thirty-four and feeling like ninety, all but dragged herself up her front walk and into her spotless suburban home. So what if it was exactly like every other split level ranch on the block and much too similar in its Early American interior as well? After a long and boring day at her dead-end job, it was a refuge to her now.
She was glad to see that Jack, her husband of ten years, wasn't home yet. Goodness only knew she certainly needed some time to herself. Nothing in her life was going the right way for her, and something within her own self surely had to be at the root of it all. There was no use in denying it to herself any longer.
Walking to the bar, Marcia fixed herself a martini ... something she rarely did, especially when alone. But her nerves were jangled, she had had very little sleep the night before or the one before that, and if the martini didn't help, then she didn't know what would.
Marriage hadn't, and the job as assistant office manager in town hadn't helped either. The vague restlessness, the hunger that food or drink didn't seem to satisfy, and the sense of desperation she always felt just after her husband Jack had intercourse with her. It seemed that all the strange symptoms remained with her no matter what she tried to do to alleviate them.
Well, it certainly would help if she knew what was causing them. But she had been working on that question for some long time now, and hadn't been able to come up with a concrete answer yet. Her marriage, if not spectacular, was a sound one, and the job wasn't all that difficult. Just boring. Could it be that she was getting old?
Marcia kicked off the smart navy leather pumps she had purchased especially to show off her long shapely limbs. They had helped to secure her job for her, much to her anger. Then she ran up the stairs for a really appraising look at herself in her full length mirror.
She took a few full turns in front of it fully dressed and decided that for a woman her age, she really didn't look half bad. Maybe some would have thought her loose blonde hair worn tumbling in curls about her face and shoulders might be a little too much, but she knew that men's expressions seemed to light up whenever they looked at it. They seemed to be so much more cooperative with someone attractive, Marcia had noticed.
Her complexion was still in pretty good shape, creamy and healthy looking, and her eyes still sparkled their azure blue, especially when she curled up the corners of her full mouth, And the body wasn't too bad either, even to her own discerning eye. Her 34DD breasts looked even bigger than they actually were because of her relatively slender frame, and they didn't sag a bit, Marcia was proud to note.
They certainly made a magnificent pair above her slender waist and gently curving hips. The pale blue, soft knit dress she was wearing showed them off to advantage. All in all, quite a tasty package, as her boss always told her when he would make a grab for her bottom and she would sidestep him just in time.
What was it about men that made them think of bedding every woman who looked even faintly appealing? Marcia was certainly glad that she made an attractive appearance, but if she came off to them as being sexy, this was a purely secondary factor with her.
She certainly wished she could make her husband understand that, and her boss as well. Being a sex-object was not her main purpose for living, any more than being a household drudge was. Marcia was too good for that ... in fact, probably even too good for men. Jack should feel himself lucky that she had put up with his self-centered ways for so long.
There could be no doubt she was doing her duty in bed with him, and he could hardly complain as she never refused him. It wasn't her fault if he had a sick and disgusting mind and wanted more than what she considered to be the only normal method of intercourse.
Just what was so great about all that sex business anyway? It was a pleasant, tingly feeling to have a man's arms around her, to be penetrated by him, and one of the few things that warmed her toes up. But a warm bath and an electric blanket would have done pretty much the same, Marcia thought.
No, sex wasn't all that sensational, at least not what she had experienced of it, and even that comparatively meager experience was all at the hands of Jack alone. She could easily do without it if she had a choice. No, sex couldn't be the answer to her restless cravings.
Lust was for animals and tramps, and she was miles above that level. Marcia promised herself now, as she had so many times in the past, that she would never sink that low. Jack just didn't know what he was talking about when he claimed that her insomnia was due to self-imposed sexual frustration. His solution for everything including the common cold was a f My God! Marcia suddenly thought. She had almost said that awful word. Even if only in her mind, it was still so dirty.
"Marsh? You up there?"
Jack was home. It was as if she had uttered a blasphemy and the devil walked right in through the front door.
"Marsh?"
"Up here!"
She was just thinking about dashing into the bathroom and running the tub to appear too busy for a good evening kiss when Jack bounded up the stairs and straight into a clutch with her.
"Well, look at the pretty lady!" he chuckled in good humor as he opened his arms wide to take her into a tight bear hug.
Just a good-natured slob ... at least most of the time. Jack-was usually pleasant and treated her well. But when he got into a sexual mood, which was just about every night, then all hell broke loose and he turned into a sadistic monster, as Marcia saw him. She really hated him when that happened, but she submitted to his passionate needs without question as long as he asked for nothing more than normal intercourse.
Oh-oh! There was that old familiar gleam in his eye. Jack was in the mood for a romp in the sack, and Marcia was fresh out of plausible excuses. Now would begin the same silent battle she had been fighting with herself since her wedding night, the one in which her moral conscience always seemed to wind up the loser.
"Hey, honey," he began. "As long as we're up here, what would you say to a little matinee before dinner?"
Before she could even say a word. Jack's hands were all over her. Maybe he didn't mean to be so rough, and it was his passion taking over his good sense, but Marcia still felt emotionally bruised by the way that he was handling her now. Why couldn't he go at it like more of a gentleman ... if he had to go at it at all.
His hands were already fumbling with the long zipper at her back, beginning to undress her as if it never entered his mind that she might not be willing. And she certainly was not willing!!
Then why didn't she just open her mouth and tell him so? Already a warm little trembling sensation was crawling around her skin wherever his fingers touched her. Marcia tried to fight it, but couldn't succeed.
Damn you. Jack! she thought in a silent rage. You're doing it to me again.
The dress was off her shoulders and sliding down to her waist now. When he had it down around her knees, Marcia stepped carefully out of it, then stood there submissively while her husband finished his task of undressing her.
The dress was off her shoulders and sliding down to her waist now. When he had it down around her knees, Marcia stepped carefully out of it, then stood there submissively while her husband finished his task of undressing her.
Marcia couldn't deny the heat she was starting to feel all over her body, although she would certainly have liked to. But Jack was still stripping her down, and as long as his hands were on her body, that tingling heat would continue to rise, then rise some more until all her dignity had melted down to nothing but molten desires that she didn't even understand or care to.
Even with the dress off, she was still a vision in blue, from her robin's egg lace bra to her matching silk slip and all the way under to her pale blue French garter belt with little ruffled garters and under it, the tiniest wisp of baby blue lace panties. The lingerie had been purchased more as an indulgence for herself than for Jack, but they certainly had an invigorating effect on him just the same.
His eyes were blazing at her now and his nostrils flared above a mouth that looked like it was just about to drool. Even the touch of him seemed hot and Marcia could feel that heat shooting right through her body. She gritted her teeth to keep from moaning. It would have been awful if Jack knew that he was actually getting to her, and moaning was not very lady-like.
Jack was working on the back hooks of her bra now, but was going at it clumsily because he was using just one hand. The other was busily occupied with the still encased left breast, as by then Jack was so horny that he couldn't even wait to get the damn thing off before filling his hand with her succulent white meat.
Breathing hard against her neck. Jack bent her nearly backwards now as he reached around with both hands to finally get the bra off and toss it to the carpet. Marcia saw it drop with dismay. She could have been wearing cheap black satin for all the animal knew.
"God! What terrific jugs," he muttered, and Marcia knew that it wouldn't be very long now before the heavy action began.
When Jack started getting foul-mouthed, she could be as sure of his battle readiness as if he had his pants off and she was staring straight into the eye of his organ. About the best she could hope for now was that it would be over quickly.
Once again Marcia tried to muster her dignity and appear cool as Jack tugged her slip down her hips, then unhooked the garter belt and let it fall on its own. Marcia shuddered. She felt a rush of cool air from the open window waft over her nearly naked flesh, and this sensation coupled with the hot friction of her husband's rapidly working hands, shot a thrill right up her spine.
She clenched her fists and forced her body to remain rigid, but this was not possible for very long. Jack's hand was already between her knees and he was sliding it upwards, spreading her thighs out as he went. She could feel herself flushing, and her legs began to quiver. The heat, as it pervaded up into her pubic region, brought a sweet moistness to her crotch, and by the time that Jack's hands reached this furry point, he found the baby blue lace to be quite damp.
He couldn't help chuckling at this, and Marcia blushed even more deeply. That crotch of hers was always a dead give-away.
"All right, love," he said quietly, but with a strong tone of authority. "Step out of those wet little things and come to bed like a good little wife."
"Yes, Jack," she whispered and then could have bitten her tongue for answering so submissively.
But dutifully she did slip the panties down her shapely thighs and placed them on top of the pile of her lingerie which lay at her feet. If she had her way, Marcia would have gone right to the bathroom with them and rinsed everything out. But duty was calling in the form of a now naked man, lying on his back with a furious erection which he was coaxing to even greater vigor with both hands.
Marcia stared down at the brave bone, swaying in its upright position as her husband labored over it. She wished with all her might that she could look anywhere else in the room than straight down at his hairy crotch, but her eyes were drawn there as if magnetized, and once fixed she simply could not pull them away.
"Look what I've got here for you, sweetheart," he leered. "Come to big daddy and play with it."
What Marcia wanted to do was turn and run while she was still close enough to the door, but what she actually did was walk zombie-fashion to the bed and lie down by her husband's muscular side. Jack was a good-looking man, maintained an athlete's body, and with black curly hair and blue eyes should have been a turn-on for any woman. She had been romantically in love with his looks for years before they were married.
In clothes she thought that he looked fabulous, but naked he was reduced to a lusting animal, a beast, and she could honestly say that he looked truly obscene to her right now. No grown man should be lying in bed, especially in the company of a woman and sensuously be masturbating himself as Jack was. It was positively perverted!
If this was so, then why was her heart pounding so loudly in her chest and her mouth suddenly dry as cotton? She even knew where that moisture had gone. It was dripping from the plump blonde mound that was throbbing between her quaking legs.
Why, oh, why couldn't she have better control? What sin had she committed in some past life to be such a weakling now?
She was just lying there with her hands by her side, their bodies barely touching at hips and shoulders, and there wasn't an ounce of clam or resolution left in her. Her hands were balled into two little fists, as this was the only way that she could keep them from wandering across to Jack's body and doing the sort of dirty things he had taught her, the sort that she always hated herself for performing when the session was over.
Maybe she was just one of Pavlov's dogs and it wasn't her fault at all. She had been trained over the years to perform certain sexual duties when she was in bed with her husband. Nothing more than that, a simple learned action. Hardly based on any need of her own at all.
If this was true, then she didn't have to think about it anymore and simply perform the function that she was expected to as part of her marriage vows. With no conscious wish involved, there was really nothing to keep her from her work.
Get him so hot he had to move, get him on top of her, and then count the seconds until it would be blessedly over. And if her body should heat to tinder, vibrate so that it made her dizzy, then she would just have to hope that somehow she would survive until she passed that danger point. That point was the awful blackness when she felt herself going off the deep end, dropping to a pit of molten lava from which Marcia feared she could never escape if she ever allowed herself to sink that far.
For that was where her passion lay, and it was a world where she feared to explore. A valley of indescribable sensation from which she might never leave.
Get your mind off it, Marcia, her instincts warned. Dwell on the truth and all will be lost. You'll be just like Jack and all the other dirty animals who live for nothing but sex.
"Come on, baby. Get your soft little hands busy over here. Don't make me do all the work myself."
His hand was on her wrist, guiding her to the task at hand and everything seemed to take on a surrealistic coloration. Marcia felt as if she were stepping out of her conservative skin and into the one that her sensualist husband had created for her.
His aura had that magic and when she entered it by closing her hand around the throbbing shaft of his hot meat, the erotic sparks charged her up to her very soul.
Marcia was treading the path down to that valley, and this time as with all others past, the struggle to withhold that ultimate surrender was going to be a mighty one.
CHAPTER TWO
"Come on, baby," her husband urged. "Stroke it like you mean it. This cock of mine really needs some loving."
He was coaxing her as gently as he could, and Marcia knew this. Over the years Jack had learned that he would only turn her cold and uncooperative if he insisted that she put some life into her love-making until she had built up to it gradually on her own. In his heart he had to be damn well annoyed with her most of the time they were in bed, but he somehow kept his anger under control and it made the performance of Marcia's wifely duty that much more bearable. The only problem was that this control never seemed to last for very long.
So, in order to avoid hearing his tone get too nasty, Marcia started working her curled, slim fingers gently up and down along the throbbing pole. They trembled just a little when they touched against the pulsating vein that ran all along his shaft, as if she were in direct communication with the heart of Jack's virility. For it was this vein, already quivering with the beginning of sexual life that would be carrying hot sperm and pumping it into her unwilling body. The force of it would send her whirling down even lower towards the erotic place which she feared, and then would come the most difficult part of her struggle ... her refusal to mingle his come with some of her own.
Marcia tried to reach for the bedside lamp and darken the room, but this was one occasion when her husband would not allow it. Before she could get her finger on the switch, he grabbed her wrist and brought her hand under his cock and down to his balls.
"I'm sick and tired of your prudish ways, Marcia. I wanna do it in the light so I can see what's going on, enjoy the look as well as the feel. We're not teenagers anymore, groping in the dark back seat of a parked car. We're man and wife."
"I know that, Jack, but it's just so vulgar lying here in the light like this. I feel like a cheap whore."
"Well, I sure as hell wish you would act more like one. Sex isn't a sin, Marcia. It's beautiful. Here, lean over and take a good look at this prick of mine. Isn't it beautiful, especially hard, standing up proud and tall like this? Doesn't it just look good enough to eat?"
"Oh, Jack! That's disgusting."
"Disgusting? Why, you little...."
Jack was gritting his teeth, forcing himself to keep his temper down now, and Marcia realized she had stepped on that sensitive area again. Her husband dearly loved to jam his head between her legs and lick his way into her slit, but she always stopped him just when he really got into it. She was sure he would give her just about anything if she would try at least once to put her mouth on his organ, but even the thought of it made her want to gag.
Hoping to change the subject, she chose the lesser of the two evils now.
"Yes, your ... uh, your penis certainly is beautiful, honey. Why don't you put it inside me and make love to me now?"
"Because I'm not ready, baby. There's more to making love than humping like a pair of cattle. You've got your hand on my balls. Bounce them around a little, play with them. They're not as fragile as they look. A man likes to be played with." Then in an angrier tone, "DO IT!!!"
Marcia cupped her palm so that both big, hairy balls lay neatly in it. She knew what was expected of her now. They had been through this routine a hundred times before. She gently bounced them in her hand, and then carefully kneaded one against the other. Then, with no conscious thought, her other hand began moving as well.
It was still encircling the shaft of Jack's heavily throbbing prick and now it began to move up and down in a slow and steady motion. The sweat of her palm made the going that much smoother and Jack propped his head up on the pillows so that he could really enjoy the little show that his wife was putting on for him.
Of course he had to use his imagination a lot, since his wife was such an unwilling participant, but he could still feel quite regal with her down there, slaving over his hard-on. Her tension was making her grip the stalk even more tightly, and with a few more of her quivering strokes, Jack's knob was already dripping its first juices. It made his flesh that much more slippery, and Marcia's quickening strokes along the slick pole were now making him pant and mutter.
"Shit, aw, shit, baby. Slow down or I'll shoot. Don't make me shoot. I have to fuck you with this," he moaned.
Marcia listened to the savage hoarseness in his voice, felt his hot breath against her forearm and felt his body humping softly at her side. Her own heat was starting to rise in spite of her strongest resolution. There was just no way that she could avoid getting caught up in what was happening now. Passion was in the very air that she was breathing, and it was going straight to her head.
She closed her eyes and tried at least to block out the sight of what they were doing, but it was a useless gesture. There was no detachment possible at such close quarters. Already Jack was inching his body even closer to hers, and there was no escape. His arm nearest her reached out and he rubbed it up and down across her heaving breast. Instantly the nipple swelled and grew taut. She could feel the vibration permeating all through her chest.
His hand was rubbing all the way down the front of her body now, and she clamped her teeth shut against a soft moan welling up in her throat. He was there now, at her most vulnerable point. Maybe she could still control her sounds, but she could barely control her bodily reactions. The nerves in her belly were singing from his caresses and as his fingertips touched the very top of her love mound, it and her thighs began to quiver.
He was rubbing his palm against the silky hairs, making them bristle and pressing down so he could feel the even silkier skin beneath. Here her body was more than warm. It was burning and getting hotter by the second. At first she felt merely a tingle against his rubbing palm, but as the friction became heavier, the tingle became a needy itch, from outside and from within.
His hand couldn't rub the itch away, it only made the condition worse. There was only one source of relief ... the one she hated but could not do without, once the process of erotic arousal had begun. Damn that man, Marcia thought with great anger, he understood her body better than she did.
She was already meeting the sideways pressure of his body with equal pressure of her own and now he was turning on his side. Marcia opened her mouth and her legs seemed to spread as part of the same reflex. Jack threw his own leg between them and moved his chest partway over hers. He filled each of his hands with succulent breast meat and brought his mouth crashing down on hers. This time the sigh escaped before she could catch it, and an instant later his hot, wet tongue was between her teeth.
What could she do? How could she fight what every nerve in her body seemed to be crying out for? There was just no place for detached logic in a body that was burning up with erotic fever. She mustn't let Jack know how much he was getting to her now. He would make even further demands on her, force her to do things so perverted that she couldn't even name them in her mind. Don't let him know. Don't ever let him know..
But her hand was actually giving her secret away. It was fairly flying over his throbbing cock now, and although she was not aware of it, her body was softly humping against her husband's wandering palm. His tongue was searching all around the inside of her mouth, and her tongue got all jumbled up with it. Her mind was quickly becoming wiped dean of all conscious thought, and the growing needs of her hungry body were taking over. Marcia found herself welcoming the blessed oblivion now. It was essential for her emotional survival, the only way she would be able to face herself later on, to say over and over, "I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't."
"You want it now, baby, don't you?" Jack asked.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
"Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you want my stiff prick to slam into your body. Tell me!"
"I w-w-w-ant. I want."
"Say it, bitch. Say 'I want your prick'."
"Please, Jack."
"Say it or I'll let you lay there and jerk me off instead. I'll make my cream spurt all over your nice, clean body."
The threat of such a disgusting deed had to be more awful than saying those dirty words. Swallowing hard and trying to get some saliva into her parched mouth, running her tongue around her dry lips so she would be able to speak, she finally croaked.
"I want it. Oh, Jack. I really want it."
There. The truth had slipped out in her tone, but probably even that was not going to be enough.
"Prick. I want your prick," he instructed.
"I ... want ... your ... p-p-prick."
The last word sputtered out of her mouth as if she were trying to spit out something foul. But at least she had said it, and Jack seemed to be momentarily satisfied. He was chuckling quietly to himself, enjoying this small victory and ready to reward himself for achieving it.
"Well, since you said it so nicely, I just might think about giving it to you. That is, if your cunt is good and wet. Nothing I hate more than having to jump into a dry hole. What do you say, love? Should I make that pussy nice and wet? Do you want me to play with you a little?"
"Yes, Jack."
"What a good little girl. Finally learning to tell the truth, even if it is killing you."
He wanted to taunt her some more, but his own lust was getting the best of him, and as long as Marcia was at least indicating in some small way that she wanted to get laid, he saw no reason not to get on with it. Since his hand was already resting on her pulsating pussy, and she had not stopped pumping his meat all the time he was teasing her, Jack decided to give her a little of his brand of pleasure now.
Refusing to be in the least way gentle about it, he suddenly jammed two of his stubby fingers straight into her clenched hole, and relished the whimpering sound that his wife made as she felt the sharp intrusion. It was a sound of some discomfort, but her legs opened even wider and Jack's smile broadened above Marcia's face.
"You are a whore at heart. Didn't you know that? It just takes the right man to bring that out in you."
Marcia was thinking that if she was indeed a whore at heart, then Jack was not the man he thought he was. Because no matter how hard he tried, no matter how he degraded her, she would never give him the final prize that he had sought all the years they were married. She would never have an orgasm for him.
She didn't have to say any of this out loud. Jack could feel her body tensing around his hand, and he would not allow her to get that sacrificial victim way about her this time. No going backwards. He had fought too hard just to hear her admit that she wanted to fuck. Now she needed to know her place. She needed to learn that he was her master and that she must worship his cock because it was the greatest symbol of his manhood.
So he pushed his fingers to one side of the inner wall of her cunt, and worked his hand around so that he could screw a third finger in there and press the ball of his thumb against the hood of her clit at the same time. His face took on a sadistic leer as he watched tears of outraged pain spring to Marcia's eyes.
"You want to scream at me, don't you, bitch?" he growled. "You'd kill me if you had the guts right now."
Her face was red with shame as the tears began to roll. He was reading her mind again. But she couldn't speak.
"Just look at that indignant expression," he continued. "I could almost think you were hating every second of this. But we know better, don't we? We know that your cunt is starting to gush as I twist my fingers around in your uptight little hole. We know that your dainty little clit is starting to swell against my finger, and it's growing with every rub that I give it. Wow! It's really vibrating now. Tell me how much you hate it, bitch. Let me hear you lie in your teeth."
Marcia could say nothing. All she could do was sob as her limbs shook and she wet Jack's constantly twirling fingers with a steady, hot flow. Again he forced his mouth down on hers, this time so cruelly that his teeth drew blood from her bottom lip. He was nearly on top of her now and her arms were free. She could try to beat him off with her fists, even attempt to strangle him....
But she didn't. Instead, Marcia threw her arms around her husband's neck and arched her hips up to meet his hard-driving hand. She was mindless with growing lust, losing most of the moral battle before it had even begun. Later on she would tell herself he had taken advantage of her body chemistry, that he had gotten to her at a weak moment. A thousand excuses to help her hide from the truth.
It was an easy thing to do after a brisk shower and a stiff martini, but impossible now with Jack's hand frigging her cunt to a steaming lather and his big, hard joint beating a staccato rhythm against her soft white belly. The words "please fuck me" were just about on the tip of her tongue, but she would rather die than say them voluntarily.
Luck was with her. Jack was through with his teasing play. He was hot as a pistol and the sensual emergence of his wife would have to take another step forward some other day. Marcia heard him groan heavily, then reach between their two bodies for his cock. He lifted himself a little and guided the head of it to the spot where his fingers were still swiftly plying.
By then her cunt was so dripping wet that they heard loud slopping sounds every time his fingers squished in there, and Marcia was embarrassed that her body could function in such a disgusting way. Nothing she could do about it, though, and it really was a blessing in disguise. This time there would not be the rasping discomfort of a dry penetration, which was the price she usually paid when refusing to submit herself emotionally.
This ride would be a bit easier for her, even enjoyable if she would only allow it. Come to think of it, Marcia could not remember a time when she had felt quite this hot, quite this wet and ready to receive his male offering. What was happening to her anyway? She would just have to get hold of herself, bring the situation back under control, but ... not ... now!
"Uhhh...." she suddenly groaned as Jack got the dripping head of his cock in line with the swollen, wet line of her slit and began to bring all his pressure to bear.
"Take it, baby. Take the whole thing," he growled in her ear.
Slowly, but steadily, inch after hot inch of the horny man's pulsating meat drilled down into the unwilling woman's depths, stretching out the fluted sides of her vaginal barrel as he went. Jack grunted with satisfaction as he finally hit rock bottom. For once, the initial penetration had been a relatively easy one. For once she had allowed herself to become well-juiced. Maybe there was hope for this uptight lady yet.
Marcia, meanwhile, struggled to get her breath back after the wind had been knocked out of her by Jack's body falling heavily against her. She felt crammed full of hot cock and her mind wandered to all the erotic thoughts that she never allowed herself at cooler times.
Cock, hot cock. That's what was filling her ... what was it Jack called her vagina sometimes? Oh, twat. Hot cock filling her twat to capacity. It had her crammed so full that she felt her already engorged cuntal lips swelling out even more to accommodate the throbbing width of it. Unconsciously, she closed her thighs more tightly together so she could really feel Jack's body between them, clenching her vaginal muscles as well, pressing them hard against the shaft of his cock.
It shot a bolt of pleasure up her spine, and Jack grunted as he settled himself in a little deeper. He didn't much care whether she did this for faun with knowledge or not. The pleasure was all the same to him.
His balls were bouncing off the top of her ass now, and his kinky hairs tangled with hers. As long as he didn't move for a few moments, Marcia actually believed that she might be able to regain some of her self-control. Her body was already adjusting to the thick rod embedded in her sensitive tunnel. Even the heavy weight of his body on her chest was more tolerable now. Her head was clearing just a little.
An then....
"This is it, baby. Hang on to my back because I am going to give you the fucking of your life," Jack warned. "Maybe this time my big rammer is gonna knock you off your dignified perch once and for all."
There was not even a split second to take a deep breath and brace herself by clutching the mattress at her sides before Jack had pulled himself nearly all the way out and was slamming into her again with all his might.
"Unnnn," she grunted as he dropped down, burying his head in the hollow of her neck and taking a little nip out of it before he pulled back on his rod again.
After two very hard thrusts, leaving Marcia gasping for air, Jack settled down to a smooth and steady rhythm, stroking her with long thrusts, but not with quite as much violence. He was being lulled by the lush liquid within her channel, and the clean perfume of her soft body which enveloped him.
Now and again Marcia would hear him whisper something loving in her ear, but most of the time it was vulgar obscenities that she heard, especially a little later on when his humping picked up a faster tempo, and her own body began to rock with it. The mattress springs were creaking with the heavy pushing, and yet Jack did not seem satisfied with the results he was getting from her body even when he was continually slamming balls deep into her and flattening out her breasts with the force of each drop.
The man seemed determined to fuck her senseless and he was very near to doing just that.
"Not deep enough," he mumbled.
Marcia could just about understand what he was saying, but she didn't know what he wanted her to do about it. For two seconds he looked imploringly in her eyes, hoping that she would get with it and help him out. But when she continued to simply lie there, breathing heavily, her hips undulating but making no real contribution, Jack desperately took matters into his own hands by reaching under the cheeks of her ass, gripping them tightly with his fingers, and lifting her right up into the air.
She was suspended like that until he managed to get both her knees thrown over his shoulders without unseating himself, and then she was grateful for this anchorage, because he was slamming into her again, this time penetrating her so deeply that Marcia could swear she felt the head of his prick hitting right against the back of her spine.
Her brain was whirling, and the room was going around as well. Jack's body had long since been covered with a film of perspiration, dripping on to hers, and now she was coated with a film of her own. Her hair was getting damp and matted, but she no longer cared about her appearance. It was her survival that mattered now.
Jack was fucking her hard and fast, knocking her right down into that ecstatic valley, and she could already feel the heavy pink void of erotic bliss taking over what little remained of her common-sense. If she didn't do something immediately, she would be in the throes of that all-over tingling. The sensations would make her feel almost as if she were leaving her body, floating above on a heavenly sensation of warmth and happiness. Then she would begin to shake and finally....
But no, that was as far as she had ever allowed it to go, no matter how far into the fuck she had ever surrendered herself, and she must never let it go any further. It wasn't only her refusal to that ultimate submissiveness, her irretrievable confession that she was after all a sensuous woman which kept Marcia from treading that final erotic mile. Fear, real fear had a lot to do with it as well.
She just didn't know what would happen to her if she let it go that far. The terror of falling in and never climbing back out, of being base and sexual for the rest of her life, was just too high a price for such a risky discovery. No, she had to hang on, even now when it was all going dark, when she felt that tingle from one end of her spine to the other and her inner cunt was incredibly swollen. That special, deep down tingle at the bottom of that cavity was sending signals straight up to her brain.
Hang on, Marcia, hang on, she thought.
"Uhhhh, ohhh, Goddd, baby. I'm cumming," Jack was suddenly screaming, and her body was being flooded with heavy spurts of his cream.
By concentrating on this, on the fact that it was over now, Marcia was saved in the nick of time. Jack shuddered on top of her for a few more seconds, and then she felt his last few drops spilling into her. He fell down with a heavy slump, and while he still breathed heavily, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her own husband had actually saved her from giving him what he had been seeking for so very long.
CHAPTER THREE
It took Jack a few moments to come back down from his sexual high, but Marcia's recovery was much faster. She could barely wait for him to climb off her belly before she was dashing off the bed, scooping up her lingerie from the floor and making it to the bathroom on the run. Everything, including herself, had to get clean now ... and as quickly as possible.
As soon as she had her light blue finery soaking in gentle suds, Marcia ran a hot bubblebath for herself and stepped gratefully into it. She leaned her head back against an inflatable pillow and closed her eyes, trying as hard as she could to blot out the memory of what had just happened to her.
Jack didn't seem to care that she had escaped so quickly. He was already pulling on his pants and going downstairs to watch the news before dinner was served. She guessed he was used to her personal habits by now. Whatever he thought of them, he made no complaints. Who knows, Marcia though, maybe he's finally giving up the idea of making me over into an evil, dirty woman.
Working up a nice lather on her washcloth, Marcia pressed the cloth between her legs and began to vigorously rub her still swollen mound. She had felt this come dripping down between her legs when she was dashing into the tub and now it was probably mingling with the sudsy water. How filthy! She scrubbed harder down then, thinking she could wash the aftermath of sex away, remove the evidence from her body.
But her handwork was having a reverse effect. Since her pussy lips were still passionately swollen outward, the cloth was rubbing against her already sensitized clit and it was starting to vibrate again. She could feel small waves of pleasure wafting up from between her legs and all the way through her belly.
Before she realized what she was doing, Marcia rubbed all the harder, and sighed as the delicious sensations of self-induced pleasure began to turn her on. She never thought of something like this as masturbation, since her excuse was idly washing herself. Of course she would never actually play with o herself. That was for evil children and perverts. Nice ladies, normal ladies never did anything like that. Did they?
The sensual heat that had built so dangerously close to climax just a few minutes before was still hovering and she was faintly aware of the possibility of an orgasm now if she just kept on going the way she was a little longer. There was no man here now to stand smugly by and mock her while she made a fool of herself by submitting to animalistic gestures. No one to ridicule her for becoming flushed with pleasure and rocking her hips to and fro in the water while wave after wave of tingling delight passed from her clit area all the way up through her body.
Reality was dimming once more as she continued and she was up there teetering on the edge again. Oh, my God!! A warning suddenly flashed through her brain. She really was masturbating!!!!
Her pretty pink world suddenly came crashing down around her ears in the form of shame, and she quickly tugged her hand out from between her legs so that she could quickly wash the rest of her body and get out of that tub before she strayed into any more depravity.
Dinner wasn't even in the oven yet, and she had planned on a salad that took a bit of preparation. After that she would clear the table and defrost the refrigerator while she proofread the reports that she had brought home from the office. Jack would probably turn in early as he had a busy schedule the next day and she was half-way into dull paperback mystery, which with any luck would put her quickly to sleep.
About the best thing she could look forward to all night was the fact that Jack would probably be sexually satisfied and leave her alone when she came to bed later on. Drying herself carefully with the towel, she brushed her hair out, put on a pretty print lounging robe and went downstairs to try and be what she considered the perfect wife.
To her this meant wearing a continual smile, serving a delicious meal and seeing to it that Jack was in a comfortable and spotless environment. Hopefully this would all mean that he would make no further demands on her of any kind that night. She was developing one of her headaches, and she had that unnamed restless feeling in her body again. Even her hands were shaking and she put down a bottle of salad dressing just before it would have gone crashing to the kitchen floor.
Jack was always happy and content, never more relaxed than he was after sex. But she was usually a nervous wreck, and on this night even more so than the average. Lately, the period after each session was getting worse for her. She didn't know how much more her nerves would be able to stand before she had to seek professional help.
Maybe he was just asking too much of her sexually and she should try to convince him that they had to cut down. Why else would she be having such a nervous reaction to it all? If he loved her, then he would have to be a little more understanding and exercise some self-control. Marcia was sure that once he minimized his sexual demands, everything would be all right between them.
Only simple answers would work for her. She refused to get into the possible source of her hang-ups any deeper, although her husband did at times threaten having an affair with another woman, or worse yet a divorce. If she didn't get her head straight and start responding like what he called a normal woman, she was going to find herself sleeping alone.
Now Marcia knew that remark was intended as a threat, but the possibility of being the solitary figure in her bed really didn't bother her that much. Of course it had been years, back then when she was a virgin and didn't know anything different.
Was it such a big deal to nuzzle her soft face against a hairy, brawny chest and inhale the masculine odors of pipe tobacco and athletic heat? And what was so wonderful about having one hundred sixty-five pounds slamming up and down on top of her body while she was being riveted to the mattress with a hard shaft of throbbing flesh that would only fill her with oozing liquid and then leave her tense and disgusted with herself. Would she really miss sleeping snuggled against his warmth and waking up in the morning to find herself cuddled in his arms?
It took her a couple of seconds to come up with all the right answers, but Marcia was a master at accepting what she felt she must. Yes, she could survive just fine without him, and if her bed did get lonely, she could just get a stuffed toy to cuddle with.
Nodding her head in decision to herself as she puttered around the kitchen, Marcia scrubbed the sink out for the third time. Finally satisfied that it did after all sparkle, she washed the linoleum floor as she did every night once dinner was through and everything put away. She had been so deep in her own thoughts all during the meal that they had not passed more than three words between them above and beyond what concerned the meal itself. He usually made some crack about her keeping the kitchen so clean that open heart surgery could be performed in there, but tonight he hadn't even bothered. If their marriage was becoming something of a cold war, it was all right with her.
She had really married for the romantic notion of understanding and companionship in the first place. Maybe he would get so tired of their conflict over sex that he would actually go out and find some tramp of a woman who was willing to give him all he wanted physically and in the ways that he wanted it. As long as he left her alone on that level, what difference did it really make?
The difference was that she loved her man, and this was something she could not blot out as easily as she did her erotic desires. It would just kill her to learn that he was giving his body to another woman, even if she did have trouble wanting it for herself.
Marcia studied her reflection in the polished surface of the refrigerator. Looking back at her was a frightened woman. She couldn't bear to lose Jack, even if it turned out to be of her own doing.
Somehow, some way she had to work it all out for herself so that they could remain together in their marriage, and something told her that she better do it soon while there was still a marriage left to save. Marcia was smart enough to know that Jack's increasing complaisance could mean that he was losing interest, or even looking elsewhere when he was away from home, while she naively hung on to her dreams about putting it all right between them before any harm was done. It could already be a closed issue without her even knowing it. Didn't they always say that the wife was the last to know?
Marcia took her reports and her mystery into the living room instead of upstairs, thinking that Jack would get the message and not wait up for her. She was no longer doing this simply to avoid more sex. Now that she had finally convinced herself she must tackle her problem in some way, the dismayed woman needed time and distance on her side. Upstairs the situation was too often overwhelming.
Well, she thought as her eyes finally began to droop and she trudged wearily up the stairs, the night light is out up there, and tomorrow will be a spanking new day. When she opened her eyes in the morning she would begin the rest of her life with a fresh, open-minded approach and really take a good look at her inner self, her marriage and the way that others she respected handled their lives....
Sure she would! How many times had she made that promise already?
CHAPTER FOUR
Marcia had managed to become so fatigued, and for most of the night slept in such a troubled way that she actually missed the alarm for the first time since she had gone back to work. Jack was gone when she got downstairs, his empty coffee cup the only farewell message that he left. She had just a few minutes to take another swipe at her hair with the brush, pick up her purse and the reports, and make it to the corner just in time to be picked up by the car pool.
Three of the women were looking pretty perky, but the fourth, Agnes, who was driving, looked like she had barely made it through a battle and was presently driving the getaway ear. Her clothes looked slightly rumpled, her hair was mussed and even her lipstick was smeared. Marcia would have been embarrassed to be seen like that, but Agnes was grinning from ear to ear.
Of course, Marcia would never think to ask the obvious blunt question, but that didn't stop young Terri in the back seat who seemed to already have a pretty good idea about the probable cause.
"What happened to you this morning?" the young girl giggled, "as if I didn't know. Your husband still taking you instead of coffee for his morning stimulant?"
"You guessed it, love," Agnes laughed. "He just wakes up in the morning with that big hard-on of his, and figures that as long as it's up I might as well get some use out of it."
"And you just hate it, right?" the fourth woman laughingly asked.
"I love it, ladies. I love it and I don't care who knows. That stud of mine really knows how to start off my day with flying colors."
They all looked to Marcia for her comment, but she had nothing to say. She usually refrained from all sexual conversations at the office and at gatherings, but this was not the only reason why she wasn't talking now. Marcia was frankly shocked that these women would speak so openly on such a private matter, but even more shocked that Agnes would be bragging about morning sex with such great relish.
And the other women! They weren't shocked at all as she was. They both looked pleased and the older of the two actually looked envious, as if she wished her own husband would wake her up in the morning with such dirty demands.
What was this world coming to anyway? Were the men finally corrupting the female gender as well? Could it be that she was one of the very few adult women left alive who still knew what it was to be moral and respectable? Marcia would have liked to scream at them in moral outrage, but she had a feeling that they would have laughed at her.
These women were supposed to be pillars of the community. One of them was the president of the PTA and another chairwoman of the community chest. If this was the way that the women of their social class really felt about sex, then maybe Marcia was the one actually out of step. All this only added to the general confusion that she was still carrying with her from the night before, and Marcia still felt ill-equipped to handle any of it. Luckily, the subject going around the car changed to the upcoming dance at the country club, and what new outfits everyone would be wearing.
Since she was usually more or less silent on the drives into town, the women were not paying much attention to her, and this gave Marcia the opportunity to observe them all and see if there was anything useful to be learned from them. From what she heard, each of them had happy marriages and they seemed to be able to handle the sexual aspect of it with great ease, apparently even with pleasure.
Simply by looking at them, a person couldn't find anything that would hint at even one of them being sexually depraved. All three women were pretty in their distinct ways, and their bodies were well-formed-one pleasantly chubby, one tall and slim, one quite curvaceous. They all dressed well and in the latest styles, just as Marcia did. So it didn't seem that they married degenerates because they were unattractive, or were degenerates themselves and just couldn't do any better. All had sound educations, spoke well, held good jobs and all the family style trimmings. All were obviously happy with what they had at home, even though they admitted to sexual deeds above and beyond the call of duty. Was Jack right after all?
Was there something wrong with Marcia?
She made her farewells politely enough when the group split up at the parking lot in town, and she hoped that her smile looked convincing. Inside, she was crying. Somehow fear had been added to her confusion and she wished that she were a little girl again and could hide in the attic among her mother's treasures.
The fear was easier to pinpoint than even the problems were, but it was far more painful to deal with. Could she have been dead wrong in her moral attitude all these years? Had she been living an uptight lie, a vestige of doctrine from out of her grandmother's past while all the rest of the world had long ago discarded it?
If this was truth, and she still had a long way to go before she could accept it, then the next question was how high the price would be for her to adapt to the modern attitude. Wouldn't the rest of her life be sheer hell, and the time she spent in bed with her husband, the tortures of the damned?
She wondered if all three of those women used their mouths on their husbands' bodies. Even more disgusting than that, if possible, the suggestion Jack once made about women taking it in their rectums. Marcia shuddered at these thoughts. They were far too awful to consider in the bright light of a beautiful spring day.
One more block to the office and then she could blissfully bury herself in her work. If Mr. Clark would cooperate and keep his groping hands to himself she just might be able to unwind and get through the day.
But this day seemed destined to be tainted with sex right from the start. As if the shocking talk in the car were not enough, she had to step into a crowded elevator and feel her bottom being pinched without even being able to turn around and see if she could figure out who had done it.
Then, no sooner did she get to her desk than Mr. Clark was right there with his usual lecherous smile.
"Well, well, aren't we looking yummy today," he grinned. "I wouldn't mind having some of you for breakfast."
"I'm afraid you'll have to settle for coffee and sweet rolls, unless you're looking for a new secretary."
Marcia smiled her best as she tried to put the man in his place without actually insulting him. One of the first things she learned when making her debut into the business world was how to turn a man off without making him angry. It seemed as essential in the job as knowing how to type was.
He wasn't a bad-looking man at all, and just about her own age. In fact, she would have been surprised if another woman in her place would not have accepted his proposition a long time ago. During some of her weaker moments, when her mind would wander to the sexual propaganda that Jack had been trying to sway her with, Marcia would wonder if the sex would be any better for her if she shared it with another man. The only one even close to a possibility was Mr. Clark.
He did have a beautiful face, big saucer eyes and a tall, rugged body that moved like a panther. One look into those eyes and you knew the man was well-skilled in the art of love, and well aware of it.
She didn't make this supposition on her own, but agreed with it after she heard it from just about all of the other office girls and looked him over several times herself. Even she started to feel warm and tingly when she stayed in his proximity for too long.
This morning, with her mind almost totally taken over by conflicting thoughts about sex, Marcia watched Mr. Clark walking around the office and tried to imagine being in bed with him. She had never done this before marrying her husband, and with no anticipation, there could not have been any disappointments.
Mr. Clark now, seemed to reek of sexuality, and with very little imagination at all, Marcia could picture him as probably being hung like a stallion, as all the office girls said every decent stud should be, and with the full knowledge of every sexual trick that had ever been discovered by mankind. Moreover, his manners were a bit more refined than her own husband's and with his special charm she could see herself as ultimately relaxing in his arms and willingly learning everything he wanted to teach her.
Of course, this was only an idle fantasy, and couldn't possibly ever come true. She certainly would never go out behind her husband's back, and she doubted that Mr. Clark had any extramarital affairs even though he came on so strong with herself and a couple of the others.
A harmless little fantasy. That was, until Mr. Clark came back into sensory range and her heart started fluttering again. In the past Marcia had been able to repel his advances skillfully and with tact because she was not tuned in to them in any real way. Sex was always the last thing on her mind. But now....
Stop it! Her mind warned her. Stop it now before it's too late. Do not open Pandora's box. Still, she had to admit that she felt much more comfortable mulling over sexual possibilities with her boss than facing what was wrong about the sex in her marriage.
Straightening things out with Jack required a real effort, but with Steven Clark it was simply idle daydreaming ... and that was all. Well, wasn't it? Ever since the overheard conversation in the car full of chattering women Marcia was more willing than usual to allow her mind to dwell on sex for a bit. She even complimented herself that she seemed to be getting a little more open-minded.
But the phone momentarily saved her from getting too deeply into it immediately. Marcia fell into her work routine with the start of that call, and although Mr. Clark was often near her desk, she managed to keep everything going in proper order without staring at him too often. Then the lunch hour came around and she happened to see him meet a young woman at the elevator who could not be much more than twenty-one.
Even Marcia would have to describe her as sensational. She had long red hair in a tone that almost looked believable. It graced the shape of her lovely oval face and cascaded down in front of her shoulders to caress her large and proudly carried breasts. Marcia considered herself to be reasonably well-stacked in that area, but this young woman had to measure forty around at least.
What was more, she was still young enough for them to stand firm and high, and as they pointed out from above a very slender waist, looked even more prominent than they would have on a heavier woman. She was rather tall, with long legs that would have done a fashion model great justice but she was much sexier in her appearance and mannerisms. She was quite openly seductive from the way her huge green eyes flashed sexy signals to Mr. Clark and just about every other man in the vicinity, to the way that she continually wet her lips with the very tip of her tongue as she spoke. Marcia would have thought of her as suggestive looking and slightly vulgar in her mannerisms, but it was clear to her that every man in the place was turned on by this young lady. Her sexual message was clear, but the men were responding with admiration as well as desire. Truth was truth, no matter how Marcia would have liked to think otherwise. This woman was using sex as a come-on and she was succeeding admirably.
Just then Mr. Clark walked up behind his date, and although the moment was brief, with Marcia probably the only observer, he did press his groin against her back and rub his tool there vigorously. The woman's face lit up and she must have whispered something dirty because Mr. Clark put his face to the side of hers and quickly licked into her ear before pressing the down button on the elevator.
They were gone before the entire episode fully registered in Marcia's naive mind, but she had the rest of the afternoon to ponder it as her boss did not return until just about quitting time. And when he did, it was obvious, even to her, that he had spent his time quite actively at some motel.
Marcia couldn't understand why she suddenly felt so angry. At first she thought it was because she happened to know his wife, but when she started being more honest with herself, she finally realized that what she was feeling was a tinge of jealousy. It was ridiculous. She absolutely had no right and shouldn't even be concerned with anything her boss did. Yet all during the ride home and halfway through dinner with her husband, Mr. Clark and what he must have been doing with the voluptuous young woman for the afternoon were constantly in her thoughts.
She got into the tub early while her husband was on the phone, and this time when her soapy hand wandered between her thighs, she did not pull it away. Not even when her longest finger spread the lips of her cunt and she started to rub the ball of it back and forth across her clit. This time Marcia knew exactly What she was doing, but could not stop herself no matter how guilty it was going to make her feel later.
Everyone around her seemed to be indulging in all their desires, and suddenly Marcia felt very much out of step with the world. She wasn't at all sure that she would be able to change all of her sexual habits overnight, especially if anyone else was to know about it, but there was no one in the bathroom with her now. She had to see if she could at least go this far and give herself a little bit of pleasure, this time without stopping.
As if her own inhibitions were hovering right over her and she was afraid that they would close in at any moment, Marcia's hand worked in a fury to see if she could arrive at that magical point before her courage ran out on her. She didn't dare to stick any fingers in her hole out of fear that she would lose all control immediately, but chose instead to work on her clit as she had done this accidentally several times before and found it not only pleasurable but an indulgence she could manage without panic.
Biting down on her lower lip as the stabs of delight became more intense, Marcia pressed down on the hood of her clit until the little button under it popped out. This was the point where she usually stopped, but Marcia knew that there was no turning back now. She would take this exploration wherever it led her or she would never forgive herself for the failure.
Her love button became angrily red and swollen almost as soon as she touched it, and now as she continued with her rubbing, it became even more so, and quivered wildly under her touch. Her mouth went dry as cotton and everything in her head began to whirl around.
This time she was fully aware of what she was doing, fully aware that it went against her moral principles, and most of all, fully aware that she was loving every minute of it. There was no logical thought she could find for not continuing, and her fingers began to move even faster.
Soon heat was shooting through her body and it felt as if even the water around her was being heated even more by the erotic energy that she was expending. Her eyes closed tightly, Marcia surrendered herself completely to the perverse pleasure that she was creating and found herself rocking with the waves of delicious sensation that continually washed over her.
It started out as a sweet and gentle motion, but became increasingly more violent as her clit became incredibly engorged and the muscles in her legs began to tighten. Suddenly it seemed that one finger was no longer enough and she threw one leg over the side of the tub in order to give herself plenty of space for some really frantic playing around.
First two fingers, and then three slid to the oily button and Marcia found that she could get some vibrating action going to the insides of her pussy walls at the same time. She was concentrating now on the adventure of discovering her own body and was thus able to block out all other conscious thoughts. And as the pleasure became even more intense, even her tiled surroundings began to fade away.
The warm, oiled water was a cloud for floating on, and the scent of it and her own body heat was greatly intoxicating. A lovely tune from out of her distant memory played now in her head and she hummed along with it, her fingers turning and rubbing, twisting and pressing, all in tune to the music. She was truly in another world, a beautiful one that she had created all by herself and one in which she wished no one to enter.
Denied to herself for so long, and not entered into gradually or with deliberate intention, the excitement of it all came as that much more of a surprise to her. During those precious last moments, when she hung suspended between intense pleasure and ultimate orgasm, Marcia finally understood how so many people could put moral teachings aside and do the sort of thing that she was indulging in now.
The ball of her finger pressed tightly down against her clit now and she mashed it flat while rotating her finger in a fast and steady circle. Her thigh muscles were so tight that she was in real pain, and her arms were tense as well. But the radiant heat, the intense tingling, and the delirious sensation of floating were just too much wonder for her to run away from. For the first time in her life Marcia let her passion have its full rein and she was instantly transported to that gorgeous never-never land that she had only heard about and degraded until this time.
The tingling sensation in her clit and all around from her cunt and out to her thighs became so exquisite that she had to bite down on her lower lip just to keep from screaming. Her hand stopped still with her finger pressed down against her clit and she threw both of her legs out of the water and up into the air, hanging on to the edge of the tub with her one free hand for fear that her head would go under.
This soon proved to be a wise move, as Marcia felt herself lapsing into a few seconds of sweet unconsciousness while her body was being racked with gigantic waves of orgasmic bliss. So intense were those spasms that water started splashing over the edges of the tub and her head sank down so far that her hair was completely soaked before she could recover her senses once again.
By then the water had been inundated with a flood of hot and womanly juices, a flow so heavy that the end of it left the woman dizzy and exhausted. Her skin was shriveled from being in the water so long, and she felt the need to lie down in bed and see if she could gather her wits. But when she attempted to stand up and step out of the tub, her legs were so wobbly that she could do so only by taking one small step at a time and clinging to the tile wall to keep from toppling over.
Marcia was totally confused. Her emotions went from tears to joy and back again, and she staggered to the bedroom as if in a drunken stupor. This was her condition when Jack came in and found her. Of course, it had never occurred to him that she might be going through a sexual aftermath as he had long ago decided that she was totally incapable of enjoying the bliss of orgasm.
It was true that often she frustrated him terribly and he had periods of time when he felt angry enough with her uptight ways to consider other women. But Jack did love his wife and at that moment, she seemed to be in great need of some tender, loving care. Quickly he went to her side and took the dazed woman consolingly into his arms.
Had he done anything else, Marcia would have frozen up and put on her arrogant face, but in this loving man's embrace with all the compassion that she felt in his sweet murmurings, the last bit of her strength left her and she broke into heaving sobs. Her husband clung to her, rocking her as he would a heart-broken child, but knew better than to question her while she was still in such a sorry condition.
For this his wife was very grateful, as she needed his compassion very much, but knew that she would never be able to find the words for an explanation, at least during such an early stage of her sexual enlightenment. If she told him at all, Marcia realized that she would first have to come to terms with this new facet of her awareness herself before she could even begin to explain them to her husband.
He was even kind enough later on that night to simply lie by her side with his balls aching and not ask her for relief in, any manner. Marcia usually slept with her back to Jack and curled away from him in the fetal position as a defense against him making any sexual advances during the night, but on this night she slept tightly curled against his body. She was in desperate need of any familiar security she could find, and strangely enough, it had to come from her husband.
Somehow she did sleep soundly through the night, and although this fact confused Marcia very much in the morning, she was nevertheless much more relaxed and ready for a new day than she had been in a very long time. It had never occurred to her that the first Orgasm of her life would have anything to do with the peace of mind that she was enjoying now.
Actually, she didn't want to think about the orgasm at all. Shame had returned with the return of the sun, and she thought that she was more determined than ever to stay away from anything erotic. It had happened, all right, but Marcia still couldn't deal with it, and she hoped that she never had to encounter that situation again.
Her luck was still holding about Jack not asking any questions, and she took her own car into work, being unable to face all those tattling women with her need for privacy so strong right them. Once again she was hoping that her work would pull her world together for her, but on this day there was simply to be no peace.
She walked quickly into the office, planning as many chores as possible to cram into the morning so that the time would pass with as little room for her problems as she could manage, so she didn't notice that Steven Clark's office was occupied even though the door was ajar and she walked within a couple feet of it. Her head was down and she was studying the day's schedule for the rest of the staff and had a memo in her other hand which she planned to leave on her boss's desk.
It was the murmuring that caught her attention before the sight of the two of them sprawled across Mr. Clark's huge carved oak desk. By the time she was close enough to get a really good view of what was going on in there, the soft sounds had turned to guttural groans of passionate pleasure and there was no mistaking them for anything else.
Marcia's heart began beating wildly, and she almost turned around to run, but she could not. Mr. Steven Clark, the subject of her fantasy and the only lover that she would even remotely consider, was in his office making love to another woman! Before her eyes could really focus on what was going on in there, Marcia wondered if it was the stunning redhead she had seen him with the previous day.
Now she clenched her fists tightly in an effort at control and forced herself to peer through the space of the doorway. She wished she hadn't almost immediately.
Steven was in there, all right, but he was not with the redhead. This time it was a blue-eyed blonde who looked to be scarcely more than eighteen. She was a tiny thing but stacked like a brick shithouse. Apparently she was bare under her skirt, which was hiked up all the way to her waist in front. Mr. Clark's pants and jockey shorts were dropped down to his ankles.
The girl was lying back on the desk with her slender legs thrown wide open, and the boss whom Marcia had respected and admired presently had his face burrowing in this girl's crotch. The moans and groans were coming from the girl's throat, but all that could be heard from the direction of the man's mouth were gurgling sounds and some slurping noises as well.
Although Marcia couldn't actually see Clark's mouth moving down there, there was no doubt in her mind at all about what he was doing. Jack had attempted it once too often on her. She had hated and resented it, but those were not sounds of complaint that she was hearing from this girl. As she sighed and moaned, intermittently babbling what sounded to Marcia like dirty words, the man's face was rotating from side to side as he spread the pussylips wider, then began to lick up and down the inner slit itself with long swipes of his tongue.
Marcia could hardly believe what she was seeing with her own eyes, but her fluttering heart told her that she must. She tried to gulp down a lump in her throat, and stared hard, feeling as if she had walked into a porno movie by mistake. The scene before her was so very shocking, but she could not turn away from it.
What she should have felt was horrified at the pretty young thing urging the man she had always thought of as being so dignified to suck her clit even harder and would he please dig his tongue into her hole a bit deeper. What was worse, he was apparently eager to do her bidding. But Marcia didn't feel horrified at all. What she did feel was very wet in the pants!
A few moments later, while still holding her pussylips open with one hand, Steven reached down with his free hand and began to pump on his own hard meat. He fortunately turned his hips at just enough of an angle for Marcia to get a pretty good look at what he had hanging.
His cock was just incredible! Until that moment, Jack's had been the only one that Marcia had ever seen, and she had always supposed that it was tremendous. Certainly it filled her to capacity. But this one now was fuller around and it also seemed to be longer. Much as she hated the thought of it, still she could not help wondering how stretched her hole would get if she should attempt to take Mr. Clark's cock.
Her own build was not an exceptionally large one, but certainly this girl was far more on the petite side than Marcia was. Of course she had no problem as long as he was only using his tongue in there, and Marcia could easily see how a woman would have no complaints to simply lie there as this girl was and have a wet velvety tongue washing in and out of her channel and making love to her sensitized clit with the kind of delicious rasping that only a tongue can do.
Marcia's brain was whirling again. It seemed that every turn she took brought her to the brink of a new discovery about sexual awareness. How could it be that an act she had always considered to be perverse and disgusting in the privacy of her own bedroom could now appear to be not only exciting but also extremely appealing to her now?
She could feel the itchy dampness in her crotch getting so wet now that it was starting to seep down the inside of her thighs. It was still quite early in the morning and it might be twenty minutes or more before she would really have to worry about being discovered out there and run for cover. Still, it would never do for one of the office staff to walk in there and see her leaning on a desk for support because her legs were shaking, and passion juice was running down the inside of her leg!
Of course she was running an even greater risk right at that very moment. With the executive office door ajar and the girl actually facing Marcia although her eyes happened to be closed, there would be no place for her to hide in time if one of them should happen to look up. In Marcia's mind it was far worse for them to see her out there than for Mr. Clark to worry that he had been discovered with his head buried between a young girl's legs.
For the sake of her image, it should have been that she spotted what they were doing and ran away in horror. But to stand there, her face flushed and her body in heat, was the worst way in the world for her to be seen. The danger should have cleared her head and given her the will to run away while she still could.
But that wasn't the effect that it had on her at all. The danger actually had an erotic effect on her and she found herself wishing for the courage to reach inside the waistband of her skirt and work her hand down to her wet and hungry cunt. Masturbation was still so very new to her, but she certainly felt a need for it now.
The sounds coming from the private office were positively ecstatic now, and Mr. Clark was very busy at his double work. As the girl gurgled and begged for more, he fisted his hand and throbbing meat rapidly while he matched this tempo with his mouth clamped firmly down on the young and tasty pussy.
There seemed to be no danger that the two of them would even know anyone outside their own confines was alive at that point, much less look up to see if Marcia or someone else was standing out there. And even if this were not so, the impassioned woman could no longer remain viewing that sight and not do something for herself.
Tossing all caution aside and no longer caring even if the world should come to an end as punishment for what she was about to do, Marcia didn't even bother with the less obvious way of reaching in to her panties through the waistband of her skirt. Instead, she went right under the hem and pulled her panties all the way down to her knees. Not only was her cunt bare now but she also had a little distance in which to spread her legs as well.
Using the desk to prop herself up with, she leaned against it with her rear end and then spread her legs forward and out. At any other moment in time she might have realized that she had to look ridiculous if anyone should happen to walk in at that very moment. But at least she wouldn't be the only one caught in a compromising position, and the shame could be shared while the entire incident would no doubt be covered up, considering that both the boss and the office manager were involved.
But who cared right them? All that mattered was the thrill of the moment and making as much of it as she possible could. With her head turned to the side, she still had a very clear view of what progress Mr. Clark was making with his muff-diving and masturbation, and she used this scene to heighten her own sense of pleasure as her fingers trailed along the damp line of her hairy slit, pressing gently inward until she found what she was looking for.
Marcia needed very much to feel that she was in communication with the ardent lovers, so she tried to match everything that her boss was doing to the girl with her own hand. Once found, she immediately went to work on her already thoroughly aroused clit, running around the greasy ball under its hood, just as she imagined that the man was doing to the girl's with his tongue.
She felt herself moaning but struggled to keep it to the softest possible pitch because now it was also a question of getting herself off before she was found as much as the shame of being found. Even greater than the excitement she had felt in the tub the night before, when she realized that there would be no turning back from orgasm, was this sense that she was indulging in the pastime deliberately and doing something very perverse, out in the open in the bargain.
How could it be abnormal when two people right before her were doing things even more perverse and dangerous to her way of thinking? More and more she was beginning to see that her husband might not be exaggerating as much as she originally thought about the fact that society indulged a great deal more in sexual pleasure than she was ever willing to believe. It seemed to be happening all around her, and was probably there all along, if only her eyes had been open to see.
But there was no time to consider all the intellectual aspects of this now. Her clit was vibrating, her body was in a raging heat, and from the looks of the wild way that the two in the other room were carrying on, it was not going to be long before they both came crashing down with orgasms and terminated the scene. If she was going to make her own in time she would have to work very quickly, since they were a long way ahead of her.
Her hand worked feverishly, with two fingers plowing in and out of her wet and gushing hole, and her thumb happened against her clit, giving her a chance to work on that at the same time. Her legs felt like they had turned to water and she started sliding to the floor.
This was just as well because she couldn't have hung on much longer to the desk anyway. Once on the floor, she wriggled her panties all the way down to her ankles and opened her knees even wider. From down there she could no longer see the couple on the desk, but their noises were wildly passionate, and she was able to fill the details in with her imagination. She wouldn't have been able to make out much even if she were looking in their direction anyway as in another few seconds her vision became blurred and she started babbling incoherently to herself.
Even in this semi-conscious state, Marcia was still aware of the people in the other room and her instincts told her that they were but seconds away to a mutual and totally shattering orgasm. The girl's voice was getting very shrill and she could hear her boss panting loudly even though the sound was muffled by the girl's cunt. Marcia's own hand worked in a rapid blur but she didn't really need much time to begin with.
She had sensed she was very near to a climax almost as soon as her bare ass hit the carpet. A few more flicks to her angrily reddened clit and she was there. Her head banged against the desk behind her and she babbled like an idiot while her body shook and the cum flowed down and into a very large puddle under her ass.
It was soaking through to the back of her skirt and was certain to leave a telltale stain, but there was very little that she could do about it now. Her head was clearing rapidly and just in time to hear Mr. Clark asking "Babs" if she had liked her little treat and would she please get down to the typing pool before the executive staff, started showing up. This left Marcia less than two seconds to yank her panties up and beat it the hell out of the office and into the ladies' room where she did the best she could to repair the damage to her appearance.
Luckily, cold water took most of the stain out, and if she sat at the desk without getting up for a couple of hours, the mark would be dry and no one the wiser.
But she still had to face Mr. Clark, knowing how much of a sexy man he was, and that he stimulated her enough to think about taking some pretty drastic measures. Her mind was filled with all sorts of possibilities as she went back to her desk.
Sex with Mr. Clark was no more an idle fantasy. She was dwelling on it now, and becoming increasingly aware of the hunger for this man that was stirring within her.
CHAPTER FIVE
The girl was long gone when Marcia finally returned to the area, and Mr. Clark's door was closed. Marcia tried hard to concentrate on her work, but this was next to impossible. All she could think about was Steven's fast-working tongue and the beautiful cock that she had caught only glimpses of but was permanently etched in her mind.
She found herself searching for any little excuse she could come up with for going into his office, even though it only took her in there for a couple of minutes at a time. All that morning she wandered in and out, finding him on the phone, studying reports, and for the most part oblivious of her.
Damn you, she silently cursed at his well-muscled back. All this time you've been trying to make me, and now that I'm considering it, you don't even know I'm alive.
Until that point, when her frustrated anger began to rise, Marcia had been undecided about whether she really intended to let Steven know that she might be interested in further advances from him. If he had so much as looked up at her even once, smiled at her and reminded her of how that handsome face looked between that girl's thighs, then Marcia would have run from the sight of him and possibly never thought of him erotically again. Any hint at his now hidden sexuality and she would certainly have crawled back in her shell.
But frustration got the best of her. It, on top of all she had seen and then learned about herself recently, was just too much to be repressed even by the old master at that trick that Marcia was. Suddenly Marcia wanted this man more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. Although she wasn't sure that she would be able to go all the way with him once the pants were actually down, she knew that she would go out of her mind with tension if she didn't at least make the attempt.
If Clark wasn't going to take notice of her on his own, then she damn well was going to do something about it. She had always tried her best to look attractive in the office at all times, but this was one occasion when she was going to make an all-out effort. Since it was close to lunch hour anyway, Marcia made a mad dash to the nearest department store and shopped through the lingerie section for a sheer bra in the latest shade of coffee and a pair of matching bikini panties. They didn't look like more than wisps of cellophane in the package, but when she went into the ladies' room back at the office and put them on, Marcia could see, with wide eyes, that they were as sheer as wearing nothing at all, but for the brown tint of them.
She had to stand up on a sink in order to get a good view of her appearance from the neck to the thighs, but it was well worth the effort. There could be no doubt that once she managed to get him to take off her outer clothing, what he would find beneath her high fashion outfit would be a real knockout.
It would have been so much easier if she had the guts to simply walk into his office, lock the door behind her and start to strip. But it was taking all the courage she could muster to even work up a plan, and she knew her limits, even in desperation. About as far as she could go in her plan was to entice him enough to get her clothes off and carry the ball the rest of the way for her.
Usually the silky beige sweater that she was wearing this day made her feel a bit uncomfortable because she considered it to be a little too revealing. But she was very happy that she had thought to wear it on this day. It showed the outline of her nipples through the sheer bra quite clearly and even if she had to practically push her breasts into his face. Clark would have to notice. She had worn a slip under her dark brown skirt, but took it off now as a precautionary measure against wasting time once they did get started in his office.
Now she washed her face and started her makeup over from scratch applying an extra coat of mascara and a bit more eyeshadow than she normally used for the office. Her hair had been pinned back with two barrettes for a more conservative look, but she took them out now and brushed her hair free and to softly frame the contours of her face. This style usually made her look a little younger, and after the girls that she had seen Steven with, Marcia felt she needed all the help she could give herself in the way of appearance.
The last thing she had heard his secretary do before leaving for lunch herself was to order in for the boss, so Marcia was reasonably sure that he would be sitting behind his desk and hard at work with sandwich in hand. The rest of the staff would no doubt be out as it happened to be payday. Conditions could not have been more ideal unless she waited until after five. But there was only about twenty-five minutes left, so Marcia knew she would have to work fast.
Gathering her cast-off underwear in her bag and checking herself in the bathroom mirror one last time, Marcia put on the sexiest wiggle she could muster and walked right into his office without even bothering to knock. Now that she had gone this far, she was going on nervous energy and allowing herself no room to back out. Once in the doorway she made it appear that she accidentally kicked the door closed, and told herself that it was now too late to change her plans.
Whether she did or didn't go through with it, Marcia felt that she would never be able to go back to her old habits. This was a step that fate seemed to be holding in store for her for some time, and she knew that this was the time to take it.
As expected, Steve was alone, and deep in study of a financial report that he had to give at the next day's board meeting. Marcia put on her most seductive expression as she walked through his doorway, but he didn't even bother to look up. For a few seconds she stood in front of his desk and made a pretense at coughing, hoping that this would catch his attention. But it didn't work and time was quickly running out.
Desperate measures were needed. Marcia's heart was pounding with anxiety, but she knew that if she didn't do something immediately, the moment was going to be lost. It looked like she would have to be the one who took the initiative after all.
So she took a very deep breath, told herself that it was no different than her first ballet recital, and walked around to his side of the desk. Something clicked in her brain, and she instantly knew what she would have to do in order to carry her efforts off. In her mind she became another woman, one very much like the pair that she had seen this man with, and she behaved as either one of them might do when trying to seduce him.
Standing just behind his shoulder, Marcia leaned her body over him so that her nipples were actually pointing into his back and whispered in his ear using her most sultry tones.
"Hi, Mr. Clark. I thought I'd see if there was any little thing I could do for you."
"What? Oh, it's you, Marcia." And then he turned around, aware of her breasts at his back, and saw her in a totally new way-He had always felt that this woman had the potential to be extremely sexy, but that she was either unaware of her own capabilities or had some I pretty strong hang-ups. After several unsuccessful attempts at getting his message across to her, he had just about given up on the idea of ever sampling her wares. But now, he was strongly aware of her perfume, and the willing air that she seemed to be radiating.
Clark pushed his seat back a little so he could get a better look at her. Yes, she was still as beautiful as ever, but there was something distinctly different about her general form and the way that she was carrying her body.
"Marcia, would you mind standing back a little and turning for me? I want to get a good look at that outfit, if you don't mind."
"Certainly I don't mind," she whispered.
Her heart was beating wildly as she realized that he actually might be getting turned on and she only hoped that she could keep on going as she was. Trying her best to control her shaking limbs, she stepped back less than a foot and slowly pivoted on the balls of her feet, thrusting her chest out as far as she could and holding her arms out a bit so he could get a good look at her gently rounded hips.
The excitement of it all was having a pronounced effect on her breasts, causing them to swell and her nipples to extend and stiffen. In the sheer bra and the silky sweater, there was no hiding their condition. Nor did she want to especially when she saw the way that they caused her boss's eyes to light up.
"Mrs. Addison," he finally declared, "if I didn't know better I would swear that you were trying to seduce me."
It was out in the open now. She had only to provide the right answer and her wish would be fulfilled. Marcia could scarcely believe it, but she knew that she would have to save her wonder for later and grab the moment at hand now.
"You're rights Mr. Clark," she haltingly answered. "That's just what I'm trying to do."
"In that ease, why is there so much distance between us?"
The dance of passion had officially begun and Marcia could act easily now. She was caught up in it all and no longer had to act consciously. The scene took on a slow motion feeling, like the love scene from some artistically filmed movie, and the next thing she knew she was sitting in Mr. Clark's lap and leaning back as he worked his hand under her sweater and cupped her heaving breast in his palm.
"Delicious tits," he murmured and Marcia knew just what she had to do next.
Quickly she tugged the sweater up and over her head, and Steven's hands went behind her to unclasp the filmy bra. But while he struggled with the hooks, his hunger could not be denied and he closed his lips around the nearest nipple. Then the bra was off and her big jugs swung free.
Clark's mouth hung open and all he could do was stare for a couple of seconds. But there were no seconds to be lost. Marcia lifted her breasts with both her palms and leaned over the man's reddened face. He was panting hard and she could read his mind with no trouble at all.
"Here they are, little boy," she whispered as she lifted her left breast to his drooling mouth. "Come to mommy and take a big drink."
"Oh, baby. I've waited a long time for this."
His lips were wet as he filled them with as much of her succulent tit as they would hold. She could feel his hot breath on her sensitive flesh and it sent ripples of tingling pleasure shooting through her chest. Softly she moaned and then cradled his head against her as she would a nursing child.
Clark went nearly crazy then. He opened his mouth as wide as he could then began to munch on the flesh that filled it. With little nips, and a series of kisses and licks he worked his mouth all around the circumference of the nipple and its halo and then went to work on that spot especially.
Pursing his lips more tightly than before, he sucked on the nipple as if he could actually draw milk, and it swelled beautifully and extended in his mouth. When Marcia began to shiver with delight, he went a step further and closed both lines of his teeth around it. Then he grated it gently between them, and Marcia went out of her mind. His one hand had been kneading the other breast all the time he was nursing, and when he felt her arching her back, his other hand slipped down to her lap.
"Oh, take me, Steve," she moaned. "Take me and fuck me to death. I need it so badly. Please, please fuck me."
It was a plea the likes of which he had never heard before, and one which he would never even think of refusing. While Marcia bent backwards against the edge of the desk, Clark slid down to his knees and slipped her shoes off her feet. His mouth went down to her toes and he kissed and sucked each one through the stockings before he slipped them off her feet as well.
Still down at her feet, although they were naked now, he started kissing and licking at the inside of her ankles, back and forth from one leg to the other, working ever upwards to the inside of her knees and even higher. The flesh was softer and more succulent in the area of her thighs, and so he spent a little more time there, taking little nips every so often.
But always his intention was even higher than that, and when he heard the woman was moaning and begging him to do whatever he pleased with her, he decided to waste no more time in idle dallying. They both knew what she wanted, and Clark was more than eager to give it to her.
He was just about at the crucial area then, but wanted to hear her ask for it before consenting to her wish. Steven knew this would be very meaningful coming from the lips of a woman who always tried to appear so dignified and he needed very much to hear it.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he breathed into the cleft between her thighs. "Tell me."
"Eat me," she answered without a moment's hesitation. "Oh, eat me and make me come."
Without further ado, Clark snaked his tongue out and began to lick sensuously up and down the line of her slit. From the way she was trembling he could tell the woman was dying for him to stick his tongue right in there, but Clark new that she had finally learned to come of her high horse and get horny like the rest of them. He felt that she needed a little bit of discipline so that she would never try the arrogant bit on any man again.
So he continued to lick along the line, and around the outer lips as well, while his fingers kneaded the flesh of her thighs and occasionally ran behind to feel the silken globes of her taut ass. Marcia couldn't take too much. The entire scene was definitely insane, and she could feel how wet her cunt was already. She tried to let Steven know how horny she was by grinding her hips against his face.
He had understood the depth of her need all along, but he wasn't about to let on. About the most he would do for her sake was to press his tongue in a little deeper, until he heard a whistle in her breath and knew that she was really feeling the bit of frustration.
Still it wasn't enough for an uptight lady. He wanted her reduced to the state of a struggling bitch in heat, and only then would he really go to town on her. But there wasn't any reason why he shouldn't bring her up a little higher in the meantime.
Steve knew just the way to drive this woman to an erotic frenzy. He forced her cunt open a bit more by using his jaws, and then he began to swirl his tongue all around the perimeter of her clit without actually touching it. It must have seemed to her that at any moment he would start to work it over, but for precious time that moment did not come.
No matter how violently she writhed, whined and clawed at his shoulders with her hands, Steven refused to budge his tongue the extra fraction of an inch that she so desperately needed. He waited until she was actually whimpering, and then he let her know just what he thought of her arrogant ways until that day.
"You see bitch," he muttered into her beaver. "You're no different than the rest of us. And now that you're starting to see what I mean by that, I'm going to show you just how hot you can get."
There was no need for Marcia to answer, and it wouldn't have much mattered what she said anyway. She was in no condition to fight him off, and Steve was far too determined to keep her in her place while he had his fill of eating her cunt.
Taking a firm grip on her hips to ensure that she would not be able to move her muff away from him, Steve went to work on her clit with a real passion. He used his tongue feverishly right from the start, quickly and lightly, never missing a stroke until her clit had swelled to twice its size and it sounded to him like the woman was starting to cry.
"No more, please," she begged.
"Why not, bitch? Can't you take it?"
"I don't want it to happen."
"It? Are you telling me that you're ashamed to come? Well, if that's the way you feel then we'll just forget this. I don't care. I'll get up and leave you just the way you are."
"No! I mean, yes, oh, I don't know what I mean."
"And you don't know what you want either. You know what I think? I think you're just an uptight broad or a real cockteaser. Now which is it? Because I won't stand for any bitch to play games with me. You want me to eat you? ... fine. All I'll ask is a bit of a blowjob in return. If not, I can always get my pussy elsewhere."
"Oh, I never thought I would have to do a thing like that!"
"Oh, you didn't, did you? I suppose you were expecting me to do all this work and get nothing in return."
"I ... uhhh, that is...."
"Oh, shut up if you can't think of anything intelligent to say. Look, it's getting late. Now it's sixty-nine or nothing. I'll give you to the count of five to make up your mind."
"All right, all right. Please put your mouth back there. I'll do whatever you say."
"That's better. Come on, let's get down on the floor back here where we won't have any furniture in the way."
Steve was fast with his pants and shorts. He thought that Marcia didn't know it, but his carpet behind the desk bore many a faint stain from the fun that he had had with women before and after business hours. He knew just how to get what he wanted from them and always succeeded in less than the time he needed for the sake of safety.
Marcia was a surprise and a challenge. Normally he would have considered taking time off at a motel because he thought she would really need the slow and gentle approach to turn her on. But the girl he had in the morning had given him quite an appetite for cunt and after the way that Marcia had teased him and then threw a frigid toss, he felt that she didn't deserve the velvet glove treatment anymore.
A woman like her should really see the raunchy side first, he supposed. Maybe the next time, if she was lucky enough to have a next time with him, he might treat her royally and she would probably appreciate her fool head off for any decent hump that was tossed her way. Besides, he, thought it a good idea that she be shown what extra kicks there could be in a spontaneous session when all the humdrum activity of the workday world went on all around them. He had always found it extremely invigorating and firmly believed that his work was that much better for a few minutes' sexual diversion here and there, and he decided to be sure and ask her opinion when their own session was over. Now wouldn't that make an interesting item on the monthly efficiency report!
Never thinking that this woman was entitled to any choice in the matter, he pulled her down to the floor with him and immediately tugged her body on its side with her face directly in line with his stiff pecker. As soon as he had his own face in line with her cunt, he started shrugging his hips forward until he felt the tip of his cock actually hitting against her chin.
Even a woman who had never sucked a cock before shouldn't have any trouble getting to it from the position that he was in. All she had to do was open her mouth and he would shove it right in there. But he could feel how tightly closed her mouth was, and this angered him because she had already agreed that this would be a fifty-fifty proposition.
So while he took two of his fingers and shoved them in her slit so that he could startle her as well as arouse her. Steven started pounding his raging cock against her lips, using it as a battering ram so that he could force his way inside. This should have been accomplished easily enough after a few light strokes against her mouth, but here he was slamming himself at her and not only was her mouth still closed but he could feel her teeth clenched as well.
Enough was enough, he decided. This broad was going to have to learn the hard way. Without giving her warning of any kind he jammed a third finger into her hole to distract her and then suddenly bit down on her clit. The result was that she opened her mouth to scream and Steven popped his cock right in there before she could even get a sound out.
Steven didn't have to say anything by way of warning that she should start sucking or he was going to bite her clit right off.
That threat was very clear to her. Of course, she didn't have any prior instructions in how to give blowjobs, but knew that she had to try and try hard. Closing her lips around the shaft of his dick in the way that seemed most comfortable to her, Marcia started bobbing her head up and down, but soon discovered that she was scraping the inside of her mouth with her teeth, and a few winces from Steven told her that she was doing the same to his dick.
The pain of the bite on her clit stayed with her and she knew that it could happen again at any moment if she didn't do as she had been told and do it fairly well at that. At first she did feel a gagging sensation, but luckily her jaws seemed to adjust to the strange intrusion between them, and she could move her mouth up and down along the throbbing stalk with relative ease.
Although she didn't think of it at the time, Marcia later realized that getting her cunt eaten by such an expert at the art had to have a lot to do with her easy adjustment and the reasonably good performance she put on herself. As long as his tongue was stabbing into her hole, rubbing her clit practically raw, Marcia felt like she could do practically anything.
Soon they were working in unison and she lost all concept of time and space. She didn't even feel the rough abrasion of the carpet against her hip anymore, and certainly didn't realize that being found this way was worse than the way she could have been caught that morning.
The first time that she came in Steven's mouth, it happened so suddenly that Marcia didn't even know she had come to such a peak. But in answer to the throbbing charge that shot from her body, her mouth clamped even more tightly down against his shaft, and her tongue began to dart all over it. Inspired in such a way, Steven knew that the greater the heights he could carry her to, the greater her performance was going to be on his cock.
So he didn't even give her a second to come down from her first climax before he started worming his tongue around inside of her slit again. It turned out that the first climax, intense though it might have been, was only a prelude of greater things to come. Scant seconds later after just two or three flicks of his tongue in her already mushy hole, and another cascade of hot juice came pouring down.
This time the flow was so great that he could not even gulp it down. It spilled down into his mouth, and then gushed out over the sides. When it was all over his cheeks and dribbling down under his chin, Steven had no choice but to turn his face away until the storm had subsided somewhat. During those few seconds he was sure that Marcia would stop her sucking and he would lose the edge he had on his own orgasm, but once again she completely surprised him.
Marcia was too far out of it by then to stop what she was doing, even if the full force of the office staff had walked in at that moment and stood around watching. She kept right on sucking her boss's cock as if she had been doing it all her life.
No one had ever told or shown her how to perform this perverse service for a man, but she seemed to know instinctively at every moment just what was needed to drive this man as erotically crazy as he had been doing to her all this time. Her tongue was working rapidly and her head equally fast. Somehow she managed to keep her teeth out of the way of trouble, even though she was no longer exercising any deliberate control of her emotions.
Steven was too high up to go back to eating her now. His face was covered with her come, and he had to gasp for her, but he was considerate enough to go back to fingering her hole now that she was behaving like such a good girl. At just about the moment that his balls were sending up their charge through the shaft of his cock, Steven's hand started working rapidly in her hole, and he barely made her come a third time before he started to pump her mouth full of his hot juice.
She really wanted to keep her mouth down on him until he had shot his last, but the force of this hot, sticky substance, as well as what was happening within her own body was just too much for her to cope with together. She felt like she was going to choke, and pulled her head back suddenly. Her mouth was full of spunk and she couldn't figure out what she was supposed to do with it.
Steven had this answer although he was sure that it would not be much to her liking. Before she could turn her head away and spit up on the carpet as he imagined she might do, he sat up quickly and smacked her sharply between her shoulder blades. She sputtered a lot, but gulped it all down and Steven chuckled at the ridiculous expression on her face.
There were voices in the outer office and for Marcia the world came suddenly crashing down around her ears. She had just been party to one of the most obscene acts imaginable to her, and for it all, she had no one to blame but herself.
She couldn't even look her boss in the eye now as they dressed and the only thought in her mind was how she was going to get through her day without dying of shame. Steven was chuckling to himself, and she knew that he would be of no help on this score.
He seemed to know what she was afraid of and relished the thought of her embarrassment when she walked through his door again to face the staff. In fact, by the time she was fully dressed and dragged her fingers through her hair in an effort to make herself look more presentable, Steven was already back behind his desk, laughing to himself, but showing her how easily he could pretend that none of it had ever happened.
"The hell with you," she started to say to him as she turned to the door, but was never able to complete the sentence.
This had all begun as her personal effort to meet the sensual world head-on, but this man had managed to see right through her sexy cover to the frightened woman who was still inside. He had not denied her the kicks of it, but he had certainly made her understand that if either of the two of them had been used, then it was she.
With the very last of her strength, Marcia put on the straightest face she could come up with and went out to brave the outside world and the rest of her day. Just how she accomplished this, Marcia did not know, but she got her work done in a reasonable fashion, and from all the bland faces around her it seemed that no one was the wiser.
For most of that afternoon it was possible to stay out of his office, but she had to see Steve at the end of the day. Her legs trembled, and she stuttered in her effort to keep from sounding either sarcastic or embarrassed, so sure was she that they would take one look at each other and make the truth known to all.
But Steven's look was so straight and cold that it would have gone right through her, and this made her furious. She told him what she had to and stomped out of the office, wishing that none of it had ever happened and that she might never come back to the office again if she could just find an excuse for her husband.
Only one thing saved her from making that mistake. Just as she was walking out of Steven's office, he picked a flower out from the arrangement that was kept on a lamp table and tossed it to her with a grin.
"Rowers for you, lady," he said softly but loud enough for her to hear. "You really earned them today."
For Marcia it was as if a storm had just broken and the sun was streaming through a dark sky. She had felt like a truly passionate woman during the time that they lay on the carpet, and then like the dregs of humanity when it was over and for most of the day. But now a man who certainly should know had paid her a compliment, and she was no longer sorry for the experience. Instead, she drove home that day wondering what she and Steven could do the next time, and just how she was going to show her husband what she had learned without him asking the where of it.
CHAPTER SIX
That night at home was one of the strangest that Marcia had ever spent. Her emotions were on a constant roller coaster, and she couldn't deal with them at any stage. Jack seemed to be continuing his quiet concern and for this she was more grateful than she could possibly express.
A part of her was certainly feeling very guilty for having had sex with a man who was not her husband, and especially the sort of perverted sex that they had shared. It was precisely the sort of indulgence that she had refused her husband all the years they had been married, yet she had done it with her boss on the spur of the moment. If this was what being a sensuous woman meant, then Marcia wasn't at all sure that she wanted any part of it.
If it turned out that she could manage all the exotic forms of sexuality that Jack was always telling her about then she supposed that he was the only man who had a right to her favors. Yet, as she watched him walking around the house and looked at the body that she had slept beside on so many nights, Marcia couldn't imagine herself having sex with him in any way other than the conventional method they had always employed. Whether it was maintaining her image that she was so concerned about or being forced into even deeper perversions once Jack discovered that she was showing signs of changing her habits, Marcia couldn't be sure. But she was sure that she wasn't ready to let Jack know she was even in the process of some change.
He had to know that something was in the wind, but as long as he didn't come right out and ask her, Marcia was going to volunteer nothing. She paced around the house for as long as she could after she thought that Jack had gone to bed, but wasn't really sure of why she was avoiding him. Was she ashamed of herself or was it that she was afraid of the strange urgings that were still stirring within her?
The lights were off in the bedroom and Marcia went into the bathroom where she stripped to the skin and studied herself in the mirror. She examined her body from every angle as if she would actually by able to detect some subtle changes in her body because of what was happening to her attitudes.
But about the only differences she could find were the softer, more fluid way she seemed to move and the rosier glow to her skin that she had noticed ever since leaving Steven's office. If there had indeed been any real changes in her at all, then Marcia had to admit that they seemed to be for the better.
Without bothering to step into a nightgown, which was something that had never happened before, Marcia crawled under the blanket and pressed her body against Jack's thigh. He was sleeping on his side and turned away from her as if he knew that he would be wasting his time to seek any comfort in her arms.
Marcia listened to his soft, regular breathing for a few minutes, and turned on the nightlight nearest her so that she could look at his rugged profile and try to understand the nature of the beast that dwelt within. She was beginning to wonder if she had ever understood him or honestly made the attempt. For all the rough times she had given him whenever he had suggested something sexual that was in the slightest way different from the missionary position, Marcia would not only turn away from him, but told him in contempt for having an adventurous nature as well. Yet in all this time she had no reason that he had ever turned to another woman for what his wife refused to give.
How could she betray him as she had? Why didn't she simply touch his shoulder, awaken him and unburden her soul, then ask for his understanding and his forgiveness? Wasn't that after all what she really wanted?
If there was to be any benefit for her erotic explorations then it should be in her marriage. All she had to do was reach out to this man and certainly he would give her all the help and understanding that she could possibly need. He was so close....
Marcia heaved a sigh of resignation. No, she could not turn to Jack, even for support, although he would have been more than willing. In her heart she knew that this was one battle that she would have to fight alone, and could only come to him when the mission had been accomplished. If she failed he would never be the wiser. But if she succeeded then she would show him in the only way and only place that she could ... right there in their bed.
For now the best she could do was to reach under his arms and cuddle her own around his chest, then lay the side of her face against his back and fall asleep this way. As she settled down against the pillows, Marcia felt her husband become dimly aware of her caress. He caught one of her legs between his thighs, and pressed his ass against her belly.
It wasn't much in the way of responses, but it was more than enough for her. Wherever this path was going to lead her, Marcia could be reasonably sure that Jack would be going there with her. Although so many conflicting thoughts were still running through her mind, Marcia did manage to get some sleep, which seemed to be the way that she was charting her life lately. It was possible to put up some sort of a battle with her waning emotions by day, but by night they all came tumbling out for her to look at and would not go away even when her eyes were closed. So she was grateful for even the few hours of sleep that came to her during the night.
Nothing was settled. In fact, she was spending most of her time fighting off even considering the decisions that must be made. It was going to be difficult enough facing her boss every day, remembering what had passed between them and knowing in her heart that no matter how hard she fought off the urge, the desire for further sexual explorations with this man would still be with her.
Somehow she simply could not think being what she still considered dirty with her own husband, and yet whenever she thought of Steven now, he was a big prick with a body that knew well how to wield it. And this stud was what her body hungered for. It had nothing to do with love, something she had always considered essential to sexuality.
There was nothing romantic about what she felt for her boss. It wasn't even pretty. It was pure unadulterated lust and there were no two ways about it. That she could even feel such a base desire was shocking, but there it was, dwelling within her, and threatening to burst into raging desire at any second. She couldn't destroy it, and didn't even have much hope that she would be able to control it once she was within touching range of Mr. Clark. Just how was she going to manage?
Having a passion for a man who was not her husband was bad enough, but knowing that the man was a rather busy stud, had to be worse than that. Why, she didn't even know if he would still want her after all the trouble she had given him, much less if he would have any spare time from his other girls to tend to Marcia's needs.
More than the sex now, she was coming to fear rejection. When he was chasing her, Marcia could rebuff him and not think twice about him. But now she wanted him, needed his body desperately, and he could easily refuse to bother with her. Just how would she be able to handle that in a dignified manner when her body was crying out to be possessed by this man, when she craved every form of hump he was willing to throw her way?
It didn't stop her from loving Jack or from wanting to bring the results of these new desires into their own sexual relationship, but she knew that she must have more sessions with Steven, or she was going to fall apart at the seams. She didn't have any firm plan in mind, but her needs were so great that she was sure one would come to her as she went along. Certainly she couldn't just come out and tell him how she was feeling, as that was undignified.
Undignified, what a ridiculous phrase when a woman was hot to get into a man's pants. Dignity had nothing to do with being horney, and it was high time that she learned this fact. It was all so new, but there was nothing gentle about it, nothing that she could work up to gradually. A greedy cunt couldn't be concerned with what was lady-like.
Even her thoughts seemed to be getting dirtier, but this didn't frighten Marcia anymore. In fact, she found that she was standing up a little straighter and feeling more determined than ever to face this thing and incorporate it into her life if at all possible.
Of course, she could fail and do so very badly. Probably this was why she was determined to let nothing on to Jack until it was all decided one way or the other. It was bad enough that they had been waging a cold war of sexual willingness ever since they were married and that Jack firmly believed his wife had ice water running in her veins. She wouldn't be able to stand his knowing that she had tried and failed. Over and over since her turmoil began, she had warned herself about this, but the warning could not be strong enough.
When Jack was first shown the new, vital woman she had become, it would have to appear as a total image or not at all. An accomplished fact that he could recognize and respect. There was too much room for weakness and back-sliding any other way.
This was about the first moment in her thoughts when Marcia recognized a real determination to conquer her sexual hang-ups and literally change her life. She had gone from fighting it, to questioning it, and now to strong determination and awareness. Certainly this had to mean that half the battle was won.
She dressed that morning in a soft, red jersey wrap dress that was so low in front only her skimpiest of nude bikini bras would do underneath. Just to see how much of her showed, Marcia leaned forward in front of her dressing table mirror and noticed that anyone looking down would be able to see all the way to her nipples.
"Dynamite," she said to her reflection and blew herself a little kiss.
Marcia was feeling so confident this morning that she didn't even bother to wear a slip. Too much trouble. The tiny panties and frilly garter belt were more than enough covering for any man to fumble with.
Steven would turn on to her. He had to. She had succeeded once, and unless he was screwing another woman when she cornered him somewhere, then Marcia felt her chances of getting his cock to stand up at attention had to be fairly good, maybe even better than the first time since they already were reading each other pretty well.
The first time she approached him had to be the hardest, and she had survived. Now Marcia had the entire day to work it out, thinking that she would make him her proposition first thing at the office and see if a little cocktail hour fuck could be arranged at a nearby hotel after hours.
Thinking dirty wasn't even upsetting her anymore. Instead she found it very exciting, and her cunt was already twitching. She even had a broad smile for the girls in the carpool, and although they stared at her in question, she offered nothing by way of answer. They could talk their heads off about their most intimate secrets if they wanted to, but Marcia's own were far too precious to her right now to be shared with anyone.
Their giggling chatter didn't even bother, her on this trip into town. In fact, she almost welcomed it because it helped her to relax. No matter how much her own world changed, Marcia still didn't see herself as doing it all by night and telling it all by day. She was learning that there was a lot to be said for the way that these women looked at sexuality, but Marcia would never be able to take it as lightly as they did. Not after the long hard struggled it was taking her to get it all together.
Traffic was incredible that morning, and the trip took that much longer. The sexual excitement that Marcia had awoken with was getting stronger and stronger as the minutes ticked by. If only Steven would arrive early this morning! She would dash right into his office and throw herself into his arms if no one was around. If there was, of course she would have to be a bit more secretive. But one way or the other Steven would know that if he still wanted her body, it was his for the taking.
It all seemed so simple and easy to accomplish while she was still sitting in the car and thinking about it. But once she was at the office, and found Steven already there and alone, Marcia began to shake and she wasn't at all sure that she would be able to go through with it. She would fumble. He wouldn't be interested. Something would interrupt them before she could get her message across.
But it all worked out just as she had been hoping. Steven looked up to her with a welcoming grin and before she had a chance to speak, he beat her to the punch.
"I was just sitting here thinking about you, Marcia. If you're still game for some fun with me, we can leave the office about four o'clock and have a couple of hours together at the Shalimar over on Main Street. There would still be time for both of us to catch evening commuter trains as if we just had to work a little late today."
"Well, I don't know. I'll have to think about it."
Her face was deadpan, but inside her heart was leaping for joy. He was eager to be with her, and for this time around she could play a little before giving her consent. But Steve was too sharp, and his other possibilities too many. He didn't have patience for her game, and he let her know.
"Yes or no? I can always call the redhead."
"No, don't do that, Steve! You have to understand this is all so new to me. Four o'clock will work out fine."
"That's great. The truth is that you are looking so delectable I wouldn't have considered making it with anyone else today."
Marcia didn't know how to come back with any sharp answers. She was feeling overwhelmed by his obvious desire for her and feeling extremely sexy. Until then she had felt loved, and often respected. But she had never felt like an exciting woman. Steven hadn't laid a hand on her while they were talking, but she felt as if they were in bed already, and her body started to heat.
"I can't wait to be alone with you," she confessed.
"That will make the time we will have in bed that much more exciting. Think of me all day. Imagine how hard my cock is, and how I'm counting the seconds until I can stick it into you. Because that will be the truth. If I didn't see Karen right over your shoulder now, I would grab your hand and make you feel it."
Marcia gulped. He was speaking in a normal conversational tone, but what he was saying excited her tremendously. She had to keep a straight face as he did, but inside her senses were spiraling. This was intrigue of the most exciting order, and would lend some kick to the long hours before four o'clock.
She would do as he suggested, even though it made her cunt itch. His big beautiful dick, and before this day was over he would be slamming it into her and making her delirious with exquisite pleasure. She pressed her thighs tightly together as if to soothe the hot spot between them, but it only made her pussy tingle. So nodding quietly, she forced herself to go to her own desk and work.
Luckily it was a busy day and only minutes here and there when time seemed to drag. But all she had to do was think of the big cock she would soon be playing with and it all went along smoothly again. The girls didn't even blink when Marcia told them that she would be accompanying Mr. Clark to a business conference outside the office. It had happened before, and they all knew that when it came to Marcia Addison there couldn't possibly be any hanky-panky going on.
Marcia knew it from the looks on their faces when her day came to an end. If Steven were leaving the office with any other woman in the world there would be pointed fingers and snickering. But not for Marcia Addison. Nor for Mrs. Iceberg as the younger ones often called her.
"Well, to hell with you all," she whispered as she waited for Steven at the elevator. "Who gives a damn what you think."
Steven was wearing his business-like expression when he joined her, and carrying his attache case to make it all look official. It was all she could do to keep from laughing out loud, but Marcia managed until they were alone together in the elevator. No sooner did the doors close than she threw herself into his arms and took a playful nip at his ear.
Steven was stunned at the change in her, but he was happy to see it. At first she had been a challenge because she was such an uptight lady, but now she was sexy and getting more so all the time. He found himself aching to get his cock inside of her, and not simply as a conquest anymore. Reaching for her left breast, he tugged her a little closer, and when she tilted her head for his kiss, it was with an open mouth.
There was just enough time for a searing soul kiss and then they were on the lobby floor and leaving the building, both with very rosy cheeks. The hotel wasn't very far away, but Steven grabbed a cab for them, not wanting to waste good fucking time on outdoor exercise instead.
As soon as they arrived there, Marcia understood immediately why Steven had chosen this particular one. All the rooms on the first floor had outside entrances, and once Steven entered through the lobby he came around and let her in from the other side. It was all very discrete, but also slightly sordid, as if Marcia was someone that he had to hide. She felt a little twinge of shame at this, but it didn't last very long. The sight of the spacious bed with the covers turned down instantly turned her on, and she rushed in the door with her hand already working on the zipper of her skirt.
Steve was out of his clothes in a flash, and she had his hard cock bouncing in the air as inspiration to work on her own a little faster. He lay down on the bed and started fisting his meat as he watched her do a hasty striptease for him.
With her hand grazed across the front of her naked breast while she tossed her bra to a nearby chair, Marcia felt how fat they were, and she couldn't help rubbing them a little while she stepped out of her skirt. It was a curious diversion to indulge in while she stood before a man, but he was playing with himself quite openly, and with this man everything seemed so natural.
When she slipped her panties down and had them in her hand, Marcia laughed at their wetness and tossed them at Steven for him to see. It was an innocent, playful gesture on her part, and she never expected to see him put them to his nose and take a good long whiff before he bunched up the crotch and then put it between his teeth while he sucked.
Just a day before and she would have been sick to her stomach. But nothing seemed perverted or dirty now. Whatever they shared in the room that day, she would take as sex, part of the total excitement, and have no qualms about it. She was determined to be brave and try whatever he suggested. Aside from the fact that she was incredibly excited by this man, she was also there to learn.
"Come on, sweetheart," he beckoned to her. "Lie here beside me and we can both do a little playing."
Marcia supposed that what he meant by this was that they would play with each other's bodies, but she was in for something of a surprise. Steven did take her hand as soon as she was lying beside him, but he did not bring it down to his cock as she had been expecting him to.
Instead he placed her hand squarely on her muff, and clamped it down in hopes that she would get the idea for herself. His other hand was still on his cock and he did not miss a stroke. Marcia got the idea, but she just couldn't make her hand move the way it was supposed to.
She told herself that it really shouldn't be any different than what she had done and enjoyed in the tub. But now a man was there to watch her go at it, and she was ashamed.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," he urged her. "I'll bet that cunt of yours must be screaming for attention, and I won't mind watching a healthy girl at play."
"I don't know if I can. Couldn't we just do each other?"
"Babe, if it was anyone but you, I would say sure, but from what I know of you, you really need to get in touch with your own body. There's nothing sick about masturbation. It's one of the most natural things in the world and you are going to do it right here next to me. You don't see me ashamed of jacking off, do you?"
"Well, no. ... but."
"You're trying to say that with men it's different, but that's a crock of shit. Women need their jollies every bit as much as men do. I thought I taught you that yesterday."
"Yes, Steven. You did."
"Then enough of this stupid talk, and let's get with it. I'm only going to whack off until I'm almost ready to come, unless I see you're really getting off the way you are. Otherwise I'll shove it to you at just the right moment. That okay with you?"
"Okay."
"Good. Then let's get with it."
It sounded more like the battle command to charge than the beginning of a sex act, but the tone of authority that Steven was using was just what Marcia needed to get her started. He was depriving her of her free will. Her hand, already where it belonged, began to move in a slow circle, rubbing the furry muff and warming it up until she was lifting her hips a little off the bed and feeling her fingers move into the damp groove as the lips swelled and puffed open.
Steve turned on his side so that he would be able to watch more closely what she was doing as he continued to beat his meat. Marcia tried to close her eyes when she saw that she was being watched. She felt like a child who thinks if her eyes are hidden then the bad thing will disappear. But Steven didn't disappear, and he didn't allow her to hide either.
"You close your eyes again and I'll smack that beautiful face of yours," he warned.
She didn't doubt that he would do it for a minute. At first Marcia tried staring at the ceiling so that she wouldn't have to see his lusting expression, but every so often she would spot his beefy fist working over the dark red shaft of his throbbing prick. It was a sight that she could not ignore.
As her eyes were drawn to it, and then remained there, Marcia started feeling better about what she was doing to herself. Her cunt got all juicy and her fingers began to move into the slit, slipping along on the juices until she had three of them inside of her and began to twirl them around.
"That's it, baby," Steven said. "Just relax and let it happen. I'm right here with you and I wanna see you cream a gusher. Do it for me, baby. Do it for the boss."
He was on the edge of his own orgasm, but stopped his hand in mid-stroke because he wanted to fuck Marcia just at the moment when she was roaring hot. The sight of this once dignified woman, now reduced to quivering mortality was a beautiful one to him and so stimulating that he was ready to jump on her and start humping immediately, but held back for as long as he could.
"Uhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn," she groaned as her body shuddered, and he saw how thickly coated her fingers were when she pulled them out of her twat and dropped her hand limply to the side of the bed.
It was quick, but very wet and suited Steven's purposes just fine. She had saved him the work of juicing her up himself, and his prick, due to all his heavy handiwork was at the very peak of hardness. There could not be a more perfect moment to climb in the saddle and begin to ride.
No sooner did her hands leave the parts of her body that he needed, than Steven slid over her and raised his ass over her hips. She stared up at him in mute submission, and while this sight was very pleasing, Steven demanded more from her than simple surrender.
"Come on up and get it, baby," he teased.
Steven raised his body up even higher, his raging weapon pointed right down at her cunt but with several inches of air between them. What he wanted to do was slam right into her, but he figured that the results he was bound to get would be well worth a little torture.
Marcia didn't care to torture herself, though. She wanted his cock ... and now! So she started bringing her body up to meet his, but the closer she got to Steven's cock, the higher he raised his ass until her own was finally inches off the mattress and she was whining with real frustration.
"Please let me have it, Steven," she begged.
"You want it, baby, you have to take it for yourself."
Marcia didn't have to be told twice. She immediately reached up and closed her little hand firmly around the shaft of his hot dick. Then, keeping her body up in the air, she tugged at Steve's meat until he let himself drop down on her.
But he still insisted that she do all the work, and she did it willingly. Marcia pulled his cock right to her slit and even started pushing it in until Steven felt that she had done enough and jammed the rest of it in himself. If this were her husband on top of her, then she might have laid back and simply let it happen to her. But on this fuck, Marcia had started out as an equal partner and now she was eager to continue in the role.
Even while Steven was pushing his cock into her all the way down to his balls, Marcia kept her hips up in the air. Once he had his arms under her body and was gripping her tightly by the cheeks of her ass, Marcia wriggled her hips and found that she could move quite freely. She had taken his big cock on quite easily and it felt so good within her that she wanted to do wild trick, enjoy the fuck, and in general have herself a great old time.
She had always been a serious teenager, but now Marcia felt like a happy youngster and she started to giggle as she threw her legs straight up in the air, and then pressed them over the small of Steven's back. Her body began to rock sideways then and it didn't stop rocking all the time that he was throwing her his hot meat.
Steven groaned and suddenly stopped his stroking. This woman was proving to be full of surprises, and if he wasn't careful he was going to shoot his load early and make a very bad showing for himself. He didn't dare to let Marcia know that he might be out of control. A woman like her would never let him hear the end of it.
But Marcia did sense what was happening. It didn't make her feel arrogant and she had no intention of throwing it up to her boss at a later date. She was taking it as a wonderful form of flattery, and it did so much good for her ego that she wanted to do her best for this man in return for his making her feel so sensuous and womanly.
Marcia began to move in ways that clearly showed she was losing all of her self-restrictiveness. Now she thought nothing of gyrating her hips, and even bouncing her ass up and down off the mattress so she could meet this hard-fucking man stroke for stroke.
There were times when there was so little of her actually on the mattress that she was literally clinging to Steven for support, and times when she felt as if she were going to be screwed right to the springs. This was no relaxing joyride for either one of them, but they were both willing to be working so hard because the pleasure was already frantic and intense.
Marcia could feel every hot inch of his pile-driving cock jamming along the walls of her cunt and sliding down into the deepest part of her channel until she was sure that if he jammed in another inch it was going to pop out of her throat. But that didn't stop her from pushing up hard for more.
Steven was working pretty hard himself, harder than he had for any of his younger broads. They, for the most part had hot little wiggles and quick orgasms. But this woman had been a challenge from the first and now she had him so hot that it was a struggle to keep from shooting on every downstroke. He never imagined that she had this kind of fight in her, and doubted whether she had known it until this moment either.
They could not have been more in tune mentally if they were actually conversing on the subject. Marcia couldn't get over the way that she was moving, but she didn't even stop for a second to think about it. There was much more to this than just the experience.
Marcia was having herself some fun, some wonderful fun and she didn't care if Steven knew it. To hell with what this would mean to her life some time in the future. Marcia was living for the now of it and she wanted to squeeze every last drop of exquisite pleasure from the prick of the man who was making it all possible.
Their bodies linked in every possible way, they were working in perfect unison. Marcia was mindless with passion and didn't even think of the small cuts that she was making in his shoulders with her sharp fingernails. His wife was bound to notice. He must have felt the little stabs of pain and knew that there would be some scarring, but he never said a word about it.
He was busily slamming into her with long, hard strokes and jarring her own hips with his so brutally that she was certain to see bruises on both of those spots when they finally separated. But he didn't stop to think about the marks that she would be taking home to show her husband either.
All that mattered in the whole, wide world was the fuck, and if this might be the last before dying, then they were certainly going to go down in a blaze of glory. If his cock were not so deeply imbedded in her mushy hole then it might have looked as if they were trying to kill one another in a furious battle.
Marcia felt that she was very close to an orgasm again, but this time it would be a soul-shattering one because she had been hanging over the edge of it almost as long as this man had been fucking her. She needed this come very badly, but she also needed him to come in her, as if his gusher of seed might somehow cool her down so that she might go back to being a sane person again.
"Come with me, Steven. I need your cream to fill my body. Oh, shoot me full of it, Steven."
"Here it comes, sweetheart...." he grunted and dropping down on her hard, he started to shoot her full.
This was all that Marcia had been hanging on for. It was her moment of supreme glory and she celebrated it by coming forth with an orgasm of her own so intense that she blacked out completely while her body shook the two of them and Steven had to pin her arms to the mattress because he was frightened that she had gone into convulsions.
He was even more frightened a little later, When, as her spasms subsided, he thought that he couldn't revive her. She lay there like a corpse, her body coated with sweat, and except for the heavy moments in her chest, he actually believed that he might have done her some harm.
Steven shook her a little and got no results. So he went into the bathroom for a cool cloth, but when he returned with it, was relieved to find her sitting up in the bed and laughing to herself like a happy loon. When she spotted Steven walking towards her, she threw her arms open and gave him the good word.
"Steven, I congratulate you. You have just pumped the ice water right out of my blood. From now on I do solemnly swear that I will do everything I can to be a truly sensuous woman."
Her boss beamed down at her because he knew that she was sincere. She was positively glowing with happiness and sexual satisfaction, and when he sat down on the edge of the bed she dropped her head immediately in his lap and began to thirstily nurse at his cock. If he didn't know better, Steven might have thought that he had gone to bed with the lusty twin of the woman who worked for him.
Yes, Marcia was certainly full of surprises, but more so to herself than to anyone else. Blowing this man just seconds after being fucked by him, and doing it as naturally as if she were licking a lollipop.
During this second round for them, her mind was a little clearer. She was still happy as a lark, but knowing exactly what she was doing at every moment, and wishing that it could go on forever.
Marcia sucked him only until she was sure that he was ready to fuck and would do a damn hot job of it. She felt completely in control of everything that they did for the rest of the afternoon, and while Steven was far from submissive, he let the woman have her head and she was magnificent with it.
When finally one of them looked at the clock and realized that they wouldn't easily be able to get away with much more, Marcia dressed and kissed this man goodbye with no regrets. Tomorrow she would be able to go back to work for him with all due respect, and if he never had time for an afternoon tryst with her again, she would still feel that it was worth every drop of sweat that she had put into what time they did have to share.
The sun was nearly gone from the sky, but there was a nice fresh breeze in the air that reminded Marcia of early morning. For her it was very much like a morning, because she felt re-born and eager to face the beauty around her that she had not wished to see before.
There was more than duty in sex, and even more than idle pleasure. There was great wonder and joy in a man's arms, and Marcia figured that she had missed out on it for long enough. From now on, she was going to grab as much of it as she could get.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There weren't that many people travelling on the later than rush hour schedule. Mostly tired-looking executives with heavy briefcases in their hands, trying to look over papers during the ride, but really too weary to get much accomplished.
Marcia was able to find a window seat in the back of one of the cars where she could be all alone. She wasn't terrified of facing Jack, but she did feel that she should get herself better collected and decide just where she was going to go from here with her emotions and her relationship with her husband. She was already feeling better about letting him know of the changes that had occurred in her attitude towards sex, but didn't know how she could get this across to him without blurting out her affair with Steven.
One quick time around in the office might have been excusable on the assumption that she was overwhelmed by the man and didn't know what she was doing, even though Marcia would have known in her heart that this was something of a lie. But two hours in a motel room, spent completely in sexual play and actual fornication could not be excused by anything but the truth.
Could jack understand that it was the only way she had been able to crawl out of her shell, and that she had actually needed the cock of another man in order to be a better wife and lover for her own husband? It even sounded wacky in her own mind, so would no doubt sound preposterous to Jack.
Yet it was the plain and unvarnished truth. Never once had she considered leaving Jack, or even that she was openly looking for an affair with another man whether for kicks or as a potential substitute for her own husband. She still loved the man dearly and hoped that she would be a better wife for him now.
Even at this very moment she was looking forward to being with him and thinking of ways that she could please him, rather than wondering about the next time that she might be with Steven. Did her boss still turn her on? Yes, he certainly did, but if she could incorporate what she had learned from him into her marriage, then she really didn't see a need to make it with him again.
But she wasn't going to lie to herself about the possibilities. Now that she was turned on to hot sex, she could easily see herself as looking at a man, Steven or others and desiring a fuck or two with them. Whether she would act upon the impulse or not, was something that she couldn't answer immediately. She would have to wait and see what happened when she was with Jack, and even then only time would tell about the world outside of her marriage.
In this she would have to be honest with her husband. Provided that she did work herself up to the initial confession, her search for her own sexuality and Steven's help in finding it, then there would be no turning back from the honesty. He would have to know it all, as it happened, and they would have to work it out or there would be no marriage at all.
Was she going to tell him, though? Honesty didn't always work when there were deep feelings involved. The last thing in the world she ever wanted to do was hurt Jack, and she could not see that any man would be pleased to hear this that his wife was cheating on him. Maybe he Would even be so furious when he heard her sordid news that he would walk out on her and end their marriage.
Oh, God! What had she done to herself? Her intentions had been the best, not even intentional in the beginning. But how could there ever be pure motives when it came to extramarital sex?
Suddenly Marcia was very frightened. Here she was with a whole new perspective on many things, and she might just have messed up the rest of her life while she was at it. Jack knew nothing, and needn't ever if she was careful, but now she was terrified of losing him.
When the train arrived at the station, Marcia grabbed a cab so that she would get to the house faster, but she stood on the sidewalk in front for several minutes, prolonging the moment of confrontation as if that would help anything at all. With trembling hand she put the key in the door, and as soon as she heard Jack's baritone in the shower, any thoughts about coming right out and telling him went right out of her head.
Maybe she could just be a sensuous, loving wife, and make him happy without any explanations. It was still important to her that she please him sexually, but she thought now that it would have to come in slow degrees and without any explanations other than her beginning to see things his way.
Please, let it work, she thought with her eyes raised to the starlit velvet evening. I love this man so much.
Marcia rushed into the kitchen first, thinking that her man would be starving by now and was entitled to a hot meal. But she saw that he had broiled a steak, fixed a salad, and even cleaned up after himself.
Again the guilt hit her, but now that she was home with him, there was simply no courage in her for a spontaneous confession. What she needed was to be with her man, and Marcia ran up the stairs two at a time straight into the bathroom.
Jack was still in the shower, with the water turned up high and singing lustily to himself. He had no idea that she was home or right on the other side of the curtain.
Knowing exactly what she had to do now, Marcia stepped quickly out of her clothes,, and pulled the curtain aside. He was startled to see her, but in her present condition it was an exciting surprise and his cock stretched to instant hardness. Jack didn't even bother to ask about her sudden lack of modesty.
All he cared about was that his wife was beautiful, she seemed turned on, and he was homey as hell! She pleased him as she appeared right now, all smiles and full of bounce. And when she stepped into the shower and sprayed the water in his face, Jack knew that she was in the mood for fun, and he was absolutely delighted.
"What's come over you?" he asked as he scooped up some of the water and tossed it in her hair.
"Does it matter? I'm giving up a perfectly good hairdo to play with you. So let's play!!!"
He had turned his face aside to escape another spray of water in his eyes, and while his ass was to her, Marcia deftly picked up the soap and shoved it between his cheeks. In fact, she shoved it so hard that the pointed end of it actually did penetrate the outer ring of his anal muscle.
This was kind of a shock to Jack, but hardly an unpleasant one. Marcia had always refrained from even talking about the rectal area, and whenever he suggested a little rear end play, she had blanched and once run out of the bedroom gagging. Now she was taking the initiative and his mind raced ahead to further possibilities, like the assfuck that he had been trying to talk her into for years.
He didn't dare to mention it now, though. Why mess up the good thing that he had now by jumping the gun when she might not even be ready for anything that raunchy. Be grateful for small favors, he told himself.
Marcia's mind was also working fast. She was surprised at herself for being able to fall into this sex play with Jack so easily. And she was also feeling some of the gratitude that Jack was. Hers was that Jack didn't ask any questions but accepted what she was able to give him and asked for nothing more ... so far.
It relaxed her enough and gave her the confidence she needed to continue with what she was doing. This was one time when she was completely on her own. No man telling her what to do and insisting that she carry out orders. Marcia was flying solo and she could jump out of the shower at any time.
She looked down at her hand and realized that she was teasing her husband's ass, her fingers buried between his cheeks, and thinking nothing bad of it. His squirming around and playfully pleading for mercy was making her laugh. Laugh! This was the very first time in their marriage that she had actually allowed herself to enjoy a simple pleasantry with her husband. There was far less effort in unwinding than there was in resisting. Plain old fun between two loving, naked people.
"Hey, you're making me feel like a gay guy," Jack laughed. "All I have to do is bend over and you can slip it right to me."
Marcia understood what he was getting at, and the subject of anal intercourse came instantly to mind. It was the one suggestion out of all those Jack ever made that had disgusted her the most. She was the one who had unwittingly brought it up this time. But the funniest thing of all was that she really wasn't scared this time.
For one thing, he was the one bending over, and suggesting, even if playfully that she screw him back there. In fact, he had already removed the soap and was bending over to face his ankles while spreading the cheeks of his ass. It was a startling sight, that tightly puckered brown ring, now all slick and shiny from the ample soaping and rinse that she had just given him.
It took her but a second to make her mind up, and then Marcia went right to it. She pictured in her mind what it would be like for her to be the one in front and how she would want Jack to go about it if he were going to bring her up gradually to an assfuck.
By his bending over and spreading his asscheeks as he was, Marcia had an easy job of getting what she wanted in front and back.
Just to get him in the right mood, Marcia reached around with one hand and grabbed his stiff cock, already dripping with juice as well as the water which was still spraying down on both of them. Her hair was sopping wet and in her eyes, but she could still see well enough over Jack's shoulder to the thickness of his rod and the way that his heavy balls were swinging as she began to pump his meat and he moved his body to her rhythm.
He was moaning softly and Marcia knew that she had already taken him a little beyond simple play But he had brought up the subject of anal sex, and now she intended to show him what it was going to mean if she actually did allow him to do it to her. Marcia imagined that even the slimness of her finger was going to hurt him a lot, and much as she didn't want to hurt him even a little, she figured that this would be the best way to explain to him why she was so reluctant to have something as big as the rod she had in her hand screwing her back there.
Still playing with his cock, she extended the longest finger of her other hand and gingerly began to screw it into his hole. Marcia was expecting at any second that he would start to scream, but she didn't hear anything like it.
Instead his moans became deeper and he closed his own hand over her wrist, urging her to beat his meat a little harder. Marcia was amazed that he had now taken on the entire length of his finger and even more amazed that he was starting to hump back and forth on it.
The lesson had turned out to be a pleasure trip for him, and if she gave him any chance at all, then he was bound to point this fact out to her and suggest that he show her for herself that mere wasn't any pain to it at all. Marcia figured that the time for play was over. They were getting down to some serious business now, and she wasn't at all sure that she was ready for it.
Marcia eased her finger out of her husband's ass, and dropped his cock as well. She stood there under the shower, watering stream down her face, making her mascara run and her hair lay to the sides of her face like mop-strings. At a total loss now for what to do next, she was once more the passive woman and her immediate future, bright or bleak, was in this man's hands again.
He looked deeply into his wife's eyes and saw there the willingness to begin that new adventure with him, and passive fear as well. This was the time to take her the rest of the way to being a truly sexy woman if there ever was one, but he would not do it by force.
Jack was resolved that she was going to love it, and do it with him willingly from that point forward, or it wasn't worth anything at all to him. He communicated this to his wife with his loving eyes, and the tender embrace he used to scoop her up in his arms and carry her off to bed.
Marcia sent him her own message. With her kisses, and her arms clasped around his neck, her head on his shoulder, she told him that she would resist none of it on this night, and really try her best to open up all her repressions and let his sexual sunshine in.
CHAPTER EIGHT
He carried her lovingly to their bed as if he had the most fragile of porcelain dolls in his arms. Once he had placed her gently down, Jack began to adore the full length of her body with his mouth. He would have liked nothing better than to bathe her with kisses, but the assfuck was on his mind, and he couldn't spare the time for her to change hers.
He was sure that she knew what was about to happen, and yet she was saying nothing to talk him out of it. Jack didn't want her as a sacrificial victim, but if she was willing, then it would be the greatest gift that she had given him thus far.
But Marcia wasn't being silent out of passivity. If she could have found the will to speak, then she would have been telling him that in spite of her fear of pain, this assfuck was something that she wanted very much. She was apprehensive of the pain, but she was not afraid of Jack or his prick.
After the initial penetration was accomplished, and provided that she didn't black out or bleed, then Marcia was sure that Jack would take good care to see that the rest of the trip was a pleasure cruise. She had to trust in him for this and all other things, or their marriage was meaningless. And if there should be some pain, especially in the beginning, then Marcia felt she deserved it.
Perhaps this would be the penance she must pay for having been unfaithful, or simply that she had to seek her answers in the arms of another man before she could pull her marriage together. It might even be that this was the symbol of sexual acceptance that she brought to her husband, an explanation of her new understanding that she could not express to him in any other way.
She was on her back and facing him when he first covered her with his searing kisses, but Marcia could not remain still for very long. She began to writhe and threw her arms around his neck as she turned from one side to the other. Her heat was rising rapidly, and any remnants of her fear diminishing.
Marcia was beginning to want the assfuck every bit as much as her husband did. With his man now, it had to be more than a simple expression of love or gratitude. In this instant she had just mingled her love for one man and her passion for another into soaring, all-encompassing lust for Jack, and she knew that before this night was over, she would be showing her husband the newly emerged woman from within her and confirming that this lusty sexcat would never be repressed again. "Oh, Jack, Jack," she murmured. "What is it, baby? It'll be okay. It really will."
"I know it will, Jack. I want to do this for you. I don't care how much it's going to hurt."
"Honey, I can't promise that it won't hurt you at all, because the beginning will probably be a little rough. But I will promise you that I'll be as careful as I can, take it slow and gentle, and I will see to it that you get off." Get off? You mean...." 'Come on, sweetheart. You've made such progress so far, just relax and let it happen. You can have an orgasm this way if you really want to. I can make it happen."
"Oh, Jack, can you really?"
"If you trust in me, and we work on it together, love, then anything is possible."
Marcia lay in her husband's embrace and listened to the lust as well as the romance in what he was saying. It brought her back to the glowing times when they were first married and she had such rosy reams for the two of them. She was full of radiance and good spirits then, and now the joy of uninhibited sensuality was added in to her pot of gold and all brought up to the surface together in the present. Even if there was some pain, and Jack was certainly being honest about that probability then the intensity of it would certainly be lightened by this man's love and tender care of her vulnerable rectum.
"Go ahead, Jack. Do anything you want with me. I want whatever you want."
"Okay, babe. Now you hang on, and I'll take you slowly every step of the way."
Gently he laid the woman on her side, and then crawled up behind her. Marcia was trembling, but she did not move away from him. Over and over in her mind she told herself that she could trust this man completely, and that he had promised her great pleasure once the worst was over.
Just how he was going to accomplish making her come when fucking her at such an un-likely spot, the apprehensive woman didn't know, but this man had never broken a promise to her in his life, and she didn't think that he was about to start now. She could feel his hard cock at her back, but it was not near her ass, so Marcia knew she could still relax for a bit. Just how it all began, she didn't know, but certainly Jack did. He had been around plenty before they were married, and now Marcia knew that many women must indulge in this sort of thing all the time.
They all survived and often spoke about their pastimes with great pleasure. Marcia was sick of being a sexual outcast, and this was going to be her initiation into the club.
She wriggled her body against his hard cock and felt the first drops of juice oozing down on her hot flesh. Jack caressed her back with the fingertips of both hands. He ran them lightly all up and down her spine until he could actually feel her body tingling and Marcia began to moan so softly against the pillow. Her ass was moving gently against him, and when he let one of his hands drop down there, she actually pressed backward to feel his touch all the more.
His fingertips were still moving, now along the crack of her ass and Marcia shuddered with unexpected delight. Every time they ran up to the top of her ass and then down again, they pressed a little deeper between the cheeks and Marcia pressed a little further back.
This was not the only thing Jack was doing to turn her on. His face was pressed along her neck and he took little nips out of her back there, alternating this with breathing and long licks at her sensitive ear. Marcia rubbed her face against his loving mouth like a purring cat. Now and again she turned her head just enough to kiss him back, only to drop it to the pillow again because she was starting to get hot and dizzy.
Two of his fingers were pressed in really far along her crack and as he pressed in even deeper, Jack brought his free arm around her waist and down in front so that he could run a finger along her frontal slit as well. She was already very wet, but not enough to satisfy Jack.
He wanted her frantic and gushing when he finally put his dick to her rear hole so that she would be far too excited to tighten up on him. As little pain as possible was his primary objective, but he also wanted to have her flip out on pleasure at the same time.
So he started to work over the swollen nub of her clit, pressing down on it and then rolling the ball of his thumb around with it until he heard Marcia's long sigh and felt her hand on his. Her hips were doing a dainty bump and grind, making it that much easier for him to please her fore and aft.
Jack continued to tease around her actual holes until he was sure that he had the best possible moment to step up his erotic attack. He was ready to jam his dick up her ass and begin immediately, but he hung on as long as he could for Marcia's sake. She had to be more than mentally prepared to take on his cock. Her body had to be raging hot and hungry to be fucked that her rear hole would be well open and easy to penetrate.
It was best to begin the rear assault on a small scale basis. In order to keep her mind off what was happening behind her, Jack brought his fingers down to her mushy cunt and started to frig her there with them.
Marcia took to it immediately. As soon as she felt him entering her cunt, she pressed her thighs together around his hand and started to move her hips in a slow and steady circle. Soon she was moaning with delight and Jack began the second phase of his attack.
He extended his longest finger and very slowly began to rotate the tip of it around the outer ring of her rectum. His timing was great. She wasn't in the least bit intimidated by him back there, and her body continued to sensuously move around in that same undulating circle.
Continuing to circle that tiny pleated hole, Jack applied just the slightest bit of pressure as he went around, and the finger began to sink in by fractions. Marcia was aware of it, but there was no pain. What she did feel was just a hint of pleasant sensation, and curious to see if it got better with deeper penetration, she even pushed her ass backwards against his finger just as he had done when she was behind him in the shower.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed.
Yes, Marcia could definitely see why her husband had given her no trouble when she tried the same tease on him. It was almost a tickling sensation that she felt back there and she wriggled her hips to savor it fully. Jack kissed her on the side of her neck and hugged her close. He couldn't have been more pleased.
His finger was already into her past the first knuckle, and still she was moving around, kissing him and seemingly having a great time for herself. Progressing cautiously now, he pushed his finger into the second knuckle and there was still no protests from Marcia. It was time to give her a sample of what was soon to come.
As he plowed her cunt with his left hand, Jack began to do the same to her asshole. He felt her muscles tighten for a second or two, and her body became still. Jack could tell that she was trying to accept this new sensation and employed a little patience until she seemed to have adjusted and began to move again.
Jack started screwing in and out of her asshole with the same steady rhythm that he was using on her cunt, and soon Marcia got the idea that the assfuck wasn't going to be too much different than taking on Jack's cock in front. Her body was already gently moving in response to the frigging she was getting, but now the finger up her ass was agitating her even more. Her bodily motions stepped up greatly and Jack stepped up what he was doing to her in return.
And while he was at it, his hard cock, which had been rubbing against her back all that time, started throbbing wildly, and he humped himself against her, again in perfect tempo. A few more minutes of this excellent stimulation and Marcia was willing to beg for what she needed.
"Please do it to me, Jack. I'm so hot for your cock that I just can't stand it."
He had never heard her speak of sex in this way, and out of context Jack would have paused for question. As a matter-of-fact, nothing that was happening between them since Marcia came home made any sense to him. But this was no time for doubts and suspicions. Even though he had worked hard all during their marriage to get her turned on as she was now, it still didn't much matter what had happened to change her attitudes so.
He decided to enjoy the change without question, and they had been married long enough for Marcia to sense his few moments of doubt and then his resolution with the new Marcia. She was tremendously relieved and this eased the very last bit of tension, however slight that she still harbored.
She was proud that she had taken on his finger and pleased that it had been much easier than she had been anticipating. Now the last bridge was gapped. Jack was accepting her as she was now without suspicion and she was eager to really try her wings.
"Give me your prick, Jack. I need it badly. Go ahead. Shove it right up my ass and fuck me hard."
"Okay, sweetheart. You get anything you want from me. Now here's what well do. You get up on all fours like a good little puppy and leave the rest to me."
Marcia obeyed her man without question. She got up on her knees and elbows, but felt so loose from the stimulation that he had given her that her body wavered in that position. She thought that she must look silly to Jack, but actually she was having quite the opposite effect on him.
The sight of the smooth white cheeks of her ass waving back and forth enticingly in front of his face was too appetizing to be ignored. He pried the cheeks apart with his fingertips and put his tongue where his finger had just been.
First he took a few swipes along the crack, but the instant shudder of delight that he felt in her body told him that she wanted something much more intimate. Without a moment's hesitation, Jack stuck his tongue out and wiggled it right into her asshole.
"Uhhhh," Marcia gasped and pushed her ass against his face.
Jack rubbed his cheeks back and forth against her cheeks, going wild with the scent and the taste of her. For a while there he was so caught up in what he was doing that he forgot all about the urgent condition of his prick.
But Marcia didn't. Sensational as the feeling of his tongue washing out her asshole was, she had been so hyped up to getting his prick up there that nothing else would serve as a substitute. It wasn't easy to ask him to stop licking her ass when it felt so good, but by now she firmly believed that the assfuck was going to feel even better.
"Your cock, Jack. Your cock," she urged.
"You want it that bad, honey?"
"Yes, yes. Hurry!"
There was no time to run to the bathroom for vaseline. Jack knew that he should have thought about it earlier, but couldn't afford to leave her now when she was in an absolute peak of her need. So he did the best he could by way of lubrication by spitting into his hands and then using this to grease his aching pole.
A second time he spit into his hand and this he used to stab into Marcia's hold and wiggle it around very well so it would penetrate and she would be stretched a little more. Even after he was through and got himself down there for a close inspection, Jack wasn't at all sure the spit would be enough to assure him an easy passage.
But it would have to do. Marcia's body w rocking wildly and she was babbling something about being stuffed full. If he didn't give it to her and fast, she might go insane.
Hoping that all would be well, but knowing that he must go ahead now, Jack wedged the head of his dick between the cheeks of her ass and right up against the greased up hole. Marcia took a deep breath and knew that her sexual destiny was at hand.
She buried her face in the pillow, closed her eyes, and waited for the worst to happen. This was the last moment she would have to beg off, and Marcia knew it but said nothing. There was no turning back now, for either one of them.
Jack made sure that his cock was pressed exactly in line with her rectum. Then he put his hands to her hips, took a firm grip and slowly began to push. He had always employed restraint when beginning a fuck with her, but this time he was more cautious than ever.
It seemed to take forever before he even felt his prick head pushing past the tight outer ring, but it did go in.
"Uhnnnnnnnnn," Marcia grunted and Jack stopped short, frightened that the pain was already unbearable for her.
Her breath was ragged, and she was shaking her head from side to side. But Marcia soon collected herself and urged him to go on. By then she was clutching the sheets tightly in her hands, and beginning to feel pressure in her rectum, but she was determined that he go on.
Jack saw that it wasn't going to get any easier for her until he was all the way in, so he started to put more pressure on his cock and kept on pushing in, even when his wife winced with pain and started to sob under her breath.
"Hang on, baby. Just a little more."
"Hurry, Jack. Please hurry."
Marcia was in danger of passing out now. As the pressure increased in her rectum, she could feel the way the walls were stretching to capacity and wasn't sure that she was going to be able to take much more of it As she recalled, Jack had a very long cock, but back there it felt that there was at least a foot more of hot meat still to enter her ass.
"Please let it be over soon," she prayed into her pillow. "And let me still be conscious for the pleasure part of it."
This was the thought she kept constantly in her mind and somehow she did remain conscious until finally Marcia felt Jack's heavily bloated balls slapping against the cheeks of her fully, stuffed ass. To have gotten this far was an achievement in itself, and now she was sure that she would be able to handle the rest of it.
"You've got it all, baby," Jack growled in her ear as he rested against her back for a second. "Are you ready for the heavy action now? You really wanna fuck?"
"I want it Jack, and I want it bad.
Her voice was so low that he could barely hear her, but there was no mistaking her meaning. The tone of her words was dripping with lust, and even though her limbs were tense, Jack could feel how well received his cock was in her ass.
Slowly he pulled back on his cock until more than half of it was out of her. Then he took a firm grasp on her hips but found he didn't have quite enough leverage. She he reached under her belly and raised her up even higher. Once he was satisfied with her position, Jack brought one of his hands down even lower, and quickly jammed two of his fingers into her wide open and dripping cunt.
He started screwing them in and out of her hole before he began to bring his cock down into her ass once again. It was an excellent maneuver as Marcia was already grinding away at his hand by the time he dropped his balls down to her ass once again.
The fact of the assfuck had been accomplished far more easily than either one of them ever imagined it would be. The pain for her had dissipated by the third stroke, and now, the rear screwing coupled with the excellent hand job she was getting for her pussy, had her wildly happy and no longer concerned with pain or discomfort of any sort.
She even started humping backwards against him, matching his rhythm and then meeting stroke for stroke as the discomfort eased up to almost nothing and she was able to thrill to the wild sensation of a hard cock pile driving into her ass. It was an even closer, more intense sensation than having his cock in her pussy, so tightly into her that she could feel every hot inch pushing past her colon and rubbing against the walls of it until all the nerves in the back of her body were vibrating and she gnashed her teeth when the shock waves of it went all the way to her head.
Jack had begun the fuck by concentrating hard on being as gentle as possible with his strokes, but it was soon difficult to concentrate on anything but the exquisite delight of it all. This had to be the most incredible event in his life, not only because of the assfuck which was a joy in itself, but that he was actually doing it to his own once uptight wife.
She was responding to him so well that it was easy to forget all about caution and really whack it to her. There were grunts and groans to be sure, but they no longer sounded like she was in the slightest bit of pain. Her sounds were of ecstasy and they inspired him to put on his very best performance.
Marcia was amazed at her own performance, and proud as could be. Not only had she been able to take on his big cock in such a vulnerable area, but she was able to move with it as never before.
She didn't feel like a victim at all, or that she was submitting to any form of punishment. This was lust in its highest form, and the truth of it was that she loved it, every hot fucking inch of it!
Whenever Jack would pull back on his dick she would suddenly feel as if the shell of her body had been emptied, leaving her feeling frightened and forlorn. She needed to be full of his cock jam packed with his manhood, and when he would finally shove it into her again, often so hard that she felt it pressing down on the back of her cunt, then Marcia would know what her true purpose in life-was.
She had to be one with this man, satisfy him and thereby satisfy herself. Together they would be the most adventurous of explorers, knowing no boundaries in their experimentation. This assfuck, once thought of by her as the last thing in disgusting pastimes, was only the beginning of greater sexual explorations yet to come.
It was driving her insane, but yet she had no trouble realizing that there was nothing sick about it. What was really sick was that Marcia had deprived herself of the most natural of pleasures for a very long time, and worse yet, had made her husband suffer as well.
Well, neither one of them was going to be deprived any longer. Her mouth was too dry for her to tell him now, and she wasn't-sure she would be able to string together concrete sentences anyway.
But there was one way that she could express the delirious joy that she was feeling, and probably the best expression in the long run. Marcia began to buck and heave as if she had been struck by lightning. Pillows went flying off the bed, and the blanket was kicked to the floor as well.
She began to behave so wildly that the fuck was actually taken over by her own movements. Jack felt a little dizzy but he held on to her body for dear life, flowing with the motions of her and being carried along on the waves of pleasure that his impassioned wife was delivering.
While she took over the controls of the fuck itself, he let her know how delighted he was with her work by plowing her gushing cunt with three twirling fingers until he brought forth from her one crashing flood of come after another. The orgasms stopped her for only a second, when her body would twist and gyrate while she gave herself up to it, and then she was back to doing a humping grind far more sensuous than any man could have delivered. Her head was tossing about wildly, and her hair was in her eyes. Drool began to trickle out of her corners of her mouth, and she was vaguely aware of the puddle of come that her belly mashed down into whenever her husband would slam deeply into her.
They began to work together now, fast and furiously, their passion far too great to make a leisurely thing of it. Marcia had come three times already and she was very near to exhaustion. Jack was desperate to come before he collapsed.
He wiped the sweat out of his eyes on her back, but it was of no use. Blindly now he slammed into her so rapidly that his ass was a blur, and listened to his wife shrieking with pleasure so intense that the muscles in her body were starting to knot up.
That did it for him. He was totally out of control and slammed down into her but one more time. Beneath him he could feel her body shuddering to yet another orgasm and heard her sobs of exhaustion. His prick began to fill her asshole full of boiling hot cream without his making another move, while his face was pressed down on her shoulders and his full weight on her back.
They lay coupled together for several minutes, neither one of them with the energy to speak or move until their bodies had wound down and their heads began to clear. Then Jack rolled tiredly off her, but didn't go very far. He still needed to be touching this wonderful woman, and when she reached out her hand to his, he knew that she needed the close contact too.
Together they lay quietly in the afterglow of a loving fuck, collecting their thoughts and both knowing that when the conversation began, it was going to be a very important one. Each was planning their thoughts carefully, as if the course of their marriage was going to be changed on the strength of this one conversation.
It was finally Marcia who spoke first, slowly and with great deliberation. Even now she didn't know if her confession was going to be made about Steven, but she did know that Jack was entitled to some sort of an explanation. At that very moment, as he was coming down from his orgasmic high, she could see all the questions whirring around in his mind.
Jack turned to her to speak, but she put her hand over her mouth before he could.
"I know what's on your mind, darling. This isn't going to be easy for me, but please let me try and explain."
"You don't have to."
"Of course I do. We're married, and I want to think that we're soul-mates as well."
"All right, honey. But before you begin, I want you to know that whatever happened, it's all right if you've grown in your outlook because of it. That's all that matters."
"Even if I learned what I did by going to bed with another man?"
Jack couldn't answer this right away. The possible truth of what she was suggesting stunned him. He really didn't know how he felt about his wife in bed with another man, and yet she had come to him candidly and modestly with the information, and earlier had done everything in her power to please him sexually for the first time since their marriage.
It didn't seem that she intended to leave him for this man, or that she had done it either for fun or revenge. From her attitude and her meekness, Jack could tell that it had happened out of her need to learn about the sensual world, apparently because she could not yet bring herself to try it with her own husband. And he could understand this. They had fought so many times about sex, and she had always taken such a firm stand in her prudish attitude. No doubt she would have been too embarrassed to admit that she was starting to see the light without first attempting to prove that she could make it an accomplished fact first.
Another man would have beaten his wife or thrown her out of the house. But another man might not have had to contend with a wife who was nearly frigid but for her extramarital affair. If anything, he probably owed the unnamed stranger a debt of gratitude for turning his wife on. But of course he could never tell Marcia this.
So he played the role of the irate husband, but did so very gently and without real anger.
"Are you telling me that you're having an affair with another man, and maybe want to leave me?"
"Oh, no Jack. I'd never leave as long as you're willing to have me. I have to tell you that I did have sex with another man, twice, and that I did a lot of the things with him that you always wanted, but I refused you. You have every right to hate me. But even if you don't believe me, I swear that I did it because it was the only way that I could really find myself, if you know what I mean."
"I do. And much as I hate to admit it, I have to say that you're a better woman for the experience."
"Then all is forgiven?"
"There's nothing to forgive. All that matters is us. Here, get a feel of this big, hard dick. Doesn't that tell you something?"
"It tells me that I'm hungry. Let me at it."
"Sweetheart, I can't think of a better way to settle a marital dispute. Eat hearty."
CHAPTER NINE
From then on, the changes in Marcia were rapid and even more dramatic. It was as if the budding of her innate sexuality was now blossoming forth in every possible way, even to the point of her becoming the aggressor more often than not.
There was the evening when Jack was busily hammering away in his workshop, a place where Marcia rarely ventured. She slipped up behind him before he even knew that she was there, and tugged at his sleeve until he turned around.
Her eyes burned into his, and Jack found that he didn't have any interest in his project now. There was great heat passing between them, and Jack was as hot for his woman as he had ever been for a female in his life.
She reached over, and started pulling off his pants. Jack made a grab for her and kissed her full on the mouth. She tasted like honey.
"I want you so bad, Marcia."
"Then take me. Do anything you want with me, Jack. I'm yours to fuck to your heart's content."
Jack was suddenly drunk on his wife, more so than he could have been on liquor or any other kicks. He stopped thinking about any of the problems they ever had. Suddenly he and Marcia were the only two people in the world, and no need for worry of any kind. All that mattered was fucking her, and together climbing to the greatest heights that passion could take them. The marriage would have to be better for it.
"I am gonna fuck the shit out of you," he grunted out of the side of his mouth as he pinched and kneaded at her flesh.
"Then do it. Hurry and do it."
He reached out quickly now and took the luscious woman into his arms. They kissed, a long searing, passionate kiss. Marcia pushed her tongue deeply into Jack's mouth, tangling hers with his, and threw her arms around his waist, pulling him down on top of her as she let herself drop right down on the sawdust covered floor.
One of his legs landed between her two open ones, and she ground her cunt up against his thighs, as he ground his hips in a downward direction. His cock was by then really hard and ready. The lustful man could feel his juices seeping out from the slit in his cockhead. It smeared against the leg of his pants and he wondered foolishly if she would reprimand him for it later on.
Meanwhile Marcia wriggled her thighs against his raging cock in such a tantalizing way that he was afraid he was going to shoot his wad prematurely. His cock was jerking, but he tried very hard to keep it from exploding, as it was more important now than ever before that he do her justice.
But that didn't stop him from showing his wife all the passion that he was feeling. Jack thrust his tongue deeply down into her mouth and she nibbled at it, sending chills running up and down the length of the man's spine. He pulled his head away but not because he didn't like it. No, it was because she was getting to him a little too wildly and fast.
For just a few seconds he thought of his wife in the past and how disgusted she would feel if she knew then what passion she could strike in him. But that didn't stop him from wanting to fuck her now, not now when she wanted it as badly as he did.
"Get out of those clothes," Marcia whispered. "I want to get a good look at that manly body."
Marcia didn't have to ask him twice. Jack got up on his knees and quickly began to drop his things to the floor, his shirt first, then his pants, shoes and socks. Last came his shorts because he was still feeling that even his nakedness near her would make him come. But not for very long. He looked silly with his hard cock standing up over the waistband of his shorts, and so quickly stepped out of them as well.
While he was getting himself naked, Marcia was doing the same which took her a lot less time as she was wearing just a caftan with nothing beneath it. Jack's eyes were on her all the time he was undressing, and gorgeous as she had seemed when he was watching her from a distance and to perfection was how she always dressed, she looked even more fabulous to him now surrounded by tools and sawdust.
His hands were shaking while he waited for her to get ready for him, and it was all he could do not to grab his cock and fist it until he could put it to much better use. Luckily, he didn't have long to wait because Marcia quickly kicked off her high heeled slippers, and stood up a little away from the man so that he could be posed for and she could rum, making sure that he was able to see and admire her from every possible angle.
Then she put her hands on his hips and urged him to do the same for her. At one time she didn't think much of the male anatomy, but this was her guy. He really took good care of himself and it showed. She loved the look of him, even the way he seemed so shy to be standing naked before her after their years together and decided that he would really appreciate everything that she was going to do for him, and deserved it all as well.
"It's a beautiful cock."
"Glad you like it."
"Oh, I love it, and I'll love it even more when you're shoving it to me good and hard."
Jack didn't need her to ask him for it. He was more than willing to give it to her whether she wanted it or not. Together they crawled back down on the floor, and he moved the tools around so that she could be as comfortable as possible.
They came into a passionate embrace naturally, and Jack ran his hands up and down the silky smoothness of the firm body, front and back, letting his palms feel the succulence of her ass cheeks while she adored the front and back of his body with both her hands.
The horny man pulled back just a little, because he wanted to prolong and savor every exquisite second with this new woman who was his wife. Now he reached out to touch her appetizing breasts, the same ones that had driven him to a frustrated rage and so often. He ran his hands hotly over the top, the sides, and then the undersides of them and then he started over again.
Jack panted with lust as he felt her hard nipples against the palms of his hands and then pinched them gently to see if they would stretch any more. But he did it carefully, praying that he wouldn't do anything that would turn her back to the uptight lady she used to be.
"Don't be afraid," she murmured. "Hurt me a little."
At first Jack was very surprised to hear that she wanted some rough treatment, but he remembered that her new awakening opened all sorts of doors and Jack became even more excited at the thought that he could really let go with her now. In fact, he was so excited that he didn't know what he wanted to do to her first.
Finally, no longer able to keep himself at any distance at all from her, the call of her, the delectability of her body, he buried his face in the deep valley between her two jiggling tits, and then ran his hungry mouth and tongue all around the first tit, and then the second, and every taste drove him even wilder with passion.
Marcia reached her hands down between their two lusting bodies and groped for the satisfying feel of his hard rod. Once she found it she grasped it tightly like a wonderful prize, teasing the throbbing length of flesh, until Jack's breath was whistling through his clenched teeth as he fought to maintain at least a little self-control.
But that was not easy as his wife was working all the time to drive him even crazier. While she held his cock hard against her body, she also opened up her legs, and invited him inside by murmuring in his ear and bringing the edge of his hand to the hairy softness of her lovehole.
Jack was determined to make this fuck one of their best. Together he rolled with Marcia on the dirty floor, and wondered how much more foreplay would be able to be stood before all hell broke loose and he had to fuck her.
Marcia had that answer, because she was as full of foreplay as she could stand herself and needed the heavy stuff before she went crazy.
"Stick it to me now, lover," she croaked. "I can't wait for that big cock of yours any longer."
She didn't even wait for him to make up his mind. Her hand went between their bodies and brought his cock up between the passionately spread lips of her cunt.
Jack groaned with anticipation as he felt her taking control, and was glad of it. He dearly loved his newfound woman. It made his heart pound in his chest to feel the way she was rubbing the head of his cock up and down against her wet slit. The hairs of her cunt tickled against his sensitive flesh, and as his cock grew to even greater throbbing proportions he found himself praying that she would stick it inside her quickly so he could start screwing her before he came.
He couldn't hold back on fucking for even one more second. Bringing his hips forward with an angry thrust, Jack pushed with all his might and his cock was sent shooting into the open hole of her hot and greedy slit as she pushed up to meet it.
"MMMNnnnnnnnnnn," Marcia moaned with great delight.
She loved the way her cunt was being stretched as her lusty husband filled it with his hot meat. His long, hot hose on demand was just what she needed to make her sexual awakening complete. How great it was to have that hole well filled ... and often!
Jack loved how tight and warm she was in there, which was always something of a surprise to him since they were making it so much lately. As he pushed into her, the head of his cock hit against the roof of her cunt, and he felt her body shiver with pleasure.
Then he slammed a little harder and he was all the way into her. His balls slapped up against her ass, and his ears were filled with the erotic sound of Marcia moaning with mounting pleasure.
Jack took just a moment for himself to enjoy the sense of power that he now had over this woman. He was fucking a woman who was almost a stranger to him who was not the woman he had married in so many ways, and she had actually made it clear that he could fuck her as long and as hard as he chose to. She invited him to hurt her, do whatever he wanted with her, and it was a wonderful kick to him.
So he pushed into her again, and she groaned some more, and he felt like he had the biggest cock in the world. Jack had never felt so strong and virile before in his life. He was like a feudal lord, an omnipotent king and this was his slave who existed for nothing more than to give him all the pleasure he desired.
He began to fuck her powerfully now, driving constantly into her like a jackhammer, and with every hard slam to Marcia's body, she would bring her hips up so she would feel it even more. As his strokes became even stronger, she lifted the back of her body right off the floor to meet him. And all the time she was moaning like a madwoman, tightening and loosening the muscles of her thighs around his hips, and tossing her long hair around wildly.
"OHhhh, wonder, wonderful!!" she screamed.
"Give you anything you want, baby."
"Then shove your finger up my ass. Hurt me some, please hurt me because I need it that way now."
This was no time to argue about such a crazy request. If this was the way that Marcia enjoyed her kicks now, he was certainly going to give it to her. So he reached under her ass as he sawed smoothly in and out of her wet cunt and gave her more of what she wanted.
With his hand, he stretched out the cheeks of her ass, then searched with his finger for her tightly puckered hole. He had no trouble finding it, even without the benefit of his eyes, as she wriggled it against his finger, begging for it.
He felt a little trickle of sweat back there, and with the side of his hand even felt his own cock slamming into her hole. For a couple of seconds Jack simply dug around back there with the tip of his finger, and then, secure in what he was doing, he started pushing, reveling in the way that the tight channel opened up to him, more and more until his finger was in all the way to the knuckle.
"That's it!!" she screamed in his ear. "Hurt me with it, push it in some more!!"
Now there was no hesitation at all. He pushed his finger in against her, again, and now felt it inside her to the second knuckle, but stopped when he heard her shriek with pain. This was not a gentle accomplishment, as it was when he fucked her back there. The sound tore at his guts, but she was still pushing down against his finger, and he knew that no matter how much it was hurting her, she certainly wanted some more.
She was screwing her ass against his finger, and clenching the muscles back there at the same time so that it would be drawn ever more deeply into her. Through the fine membrane that separated both of the woman's channels, Jack could actually feel his own cock screwing in and out of her, and somehow he got working with his finger to that very same tempo. All the pieces were falling into place, and where Jack thought that he would be awkward in this un-likely interlude, he did get the feeling that he was doing a rather good job instead.
Jack could feel his cock still growing, swelling inside Marcia's body as she twisted and gyrated beneath him. It kept on growing until he was sure that it would burst, or that it might tear the woman's cunt to pieces. The pleasure was building rapidly in his balls and he thought that he probably had a gallon of come in there just waiting to be pumped into her luscious hole.
He thought about holding back some more, but knew that this would be impossible. So he started looking forward to shooting in her, and fucked her now with long, hard strokes as his finger still twisted and pushed in her asshole.
Jack was willing to struggle and go on a little longer, but he didn't think that his balls would hold out. Then he began to notice that Marcia didn't seem to have much longer to go herself, and he started feeling a little better about giving his last few thrusts all the power that he had left.
She was hanging on to him tightly by virtue of her thighs holding tightly around his hips, but as her passion went past the breaking point, she began to kick her heels high in the air.
"Ahhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh, harder, harder, AAAAAHHHHHhhh!" she screamed as she beat against his back with her fists.
Her eyes rolled backwards in her head and her face had the most peculiar expression he had ever seen. It was positively twisted with lust, and he no longer recognized the sweet faced repressed woman that he had been making love to for several years.
"I'mmmmmmmm cumming," she screamed.
Marcia pulled her legs up and backwards now until he cunt was stretched to the limit and wide open to him. With a motion that he thought his wife would never even attempt, Marcia now threw her legs all the way back to her head and then held them there with her elbows locked under her knees.
And even though her legs were pinned, her body kept right on rocking with him. She was insane, positively insane with it all, and Jack was not too coherent himself.
His own orgasm was on the brink of exploding. As she began to shriek that hers was happening, and he felt her gusher pouring down all over his deeply imbedded prick, all hell itself broke loose and his balls began to spill their contents up the shaft of his cock. His cock began to twitch and leap inside Marcia's molten pussy, and Jack went totally out of his head.
"Uhhnnn ... uhhnn," he sputtered with every blast of come that shot out of him.
It was happening, and too incredible to believe! White hot jets of his virile cream were coming out like rockets and splashing against the walls and roof of her cunt. He buried his head in her neck and bit down as he gave himself up in the total surrender of a furious orgasm.
Then the moment had to come when Jack pulled his softening cock out of the woman's wonderful hole, then flopped down on the floor beside Marcia and listened to their combined panting, the final proof that together they had been on a truly glorious ride. Marcia herself was almost out of it, babbling away and her muscles still twitching as her body slowly began to calm.
But she came to her senses after a short while and carefully watched her husband, wondering if he had sufficient energy left in him for one more round. Rather than tiring her, wild though the fuck had been, Marcia was instead in an even wilder mood now. She was feeling sexy, almost dirty, and wanted to see if she could get her husband into a really raunchy mood.
Marcia wasn't interested in pain or violence, but she did see some show of rugged virility as a great turn-on. So she lay back on the floor again, teasing the man, mouthing what looked like obscenities to him. She seemed furious that he had dared to roll away from her and she gestured in a way that meant she wanted him no more to do nothing else with him.
He stood up but Jack only laughed. He was on to her quickly. He began to massage his rod and balls with both of his hands and as he did this he spread his legs out very wide and brought his crotch line forward. She tried to push him away but he grabbed her wrists and laughed some more. Then he took her roughly by the shoulders and mashed his mouth down on hers.
At first she pretended to struggle, but it didn't take very long before she was completely overwhelmed by superior manhood. After a bit more feigned struggling, her gorgeous body went limp, and when he teased her lips a little, she started to kiss him back with passion equal to his own.
Jack used both his hands to grope at her body, grabbing and pinching at everything that he wanted. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass with both his hands and pinched the soft flesh until she winced from it.
Then all of a sudden, he reached behind her and used his longest finger to force his way between the cheeks of her ass until he was able to dig around and find the tightly closed ring of her anal passage. Even this way, he had no trouble in finding it, and with one swift move, Jack shoved that finger straight up Marcia's ass and she bit down on his lower lip. She became even wilder than ever, trying to beat her fists against him, but her husband had her firmly and as she squirmed, he shoved his finger in even harder and twisted it around.
In a flash he had forced his middle finger all the way into the woman's strained rectum, and he twisted and stretched that anal ring to be sure that she understood who was the boss. Now he bent his head down and began to bite and suck on the woman's darkly taut nipples, until Marcia was panting with desire.
Still holding her fast with his arm, he explored the darkest depths of her ass as if he had every right in the world to be in there. She was his woman, his property.
Marcia and Jack continued their sexual dance with total empathy. The rejuvenated man pulled his finger out of the woman's ass with a savage twisting motion, and then pushed her hands away from his own body.
She stood there helplessly as if waiting for him to have whatever he wanted of her. He stared at her beautiful ripe melons and his breath caught in his throat at the beauty of them.
Now they quivered and grew even harder as the woman breathed heavily and her breasts bobbed up and down. Jack grabbed her around the waist and gobbled up first one and then the other, making her wince with discomfort and moan with pleasure.
Marcia pulled back, then stood there and mocked him, gesturing lewdly like a common whore. But Jack wouldn't have any of it. He picked her up and pushed her back to the floor. Now she looked genuinely frightened and she cowered there.
Jack grabbed his throbbing erection with one hand, while he cupped his heavy swinging balls below with the other. And all the time his eyes traveled along the length and breadth of the naked female body.
Before either one of them realized how it came about he was humping his body against her face, in effect fucking her mouth with his cock, and not just standing there grateful to be in her mouth at all. And Marcia was working on his meat as if it were the most delicious meal that she had ever tasted.
She sucked at it thirstily, a hot little sex cat, wanting that cock and loving every hot inch of it ramming down her throat.
But after only a couple of minutes of what they were doing, Jack pushed Marcia away from him. He was totally in control and commanded that she turn over on her belly. She didn't make any protest. In fact, she was rather meek about it, loving the way he was taking over.
At least that was the way it looked with what she did with her body. But her eyes said something else. They were as blazing and passionate as ever. She flipped over on her belly as she had been told to and then let her husband reach under her and push her ass way up in the air, so far up that she had to rest on her elbows in order to maintain that position.
He got behind her and kneeled just a bit and leaned over so that his hard cock was lined and placed right against the hole of his wife's ass, which was an easy target because her cheeks and thighs were, spread so wide.
Jack's heart pounded painfully in his chest as his excitement grew to raging proportions. He gripped the left cheek of the woman's ass and then guided the tip of his cock until it was pressing right onto the anal ring. Then, with a bolting thrust, he shoved his cock right up her ass without any care at all to the tenderness or tight proportions of that area.
"Yoowwwwww!!!!!!" the woman screamed.
She continued to scream but it wasn't genuine and Jack only laughed at her, loving the way he was in total control. He pulled himself back, only to slam all the way into her again, and this time it was such a hard shove that his balls slapped loudly against her ass.
Soon he was fucking the woman's ass with a savage fury, grunting hard every time that he slammed his cock into her tightest hole. Every one of those strokes made her body jump and she writhed in exquisite pleasure. In spite of all that yelling and the wild gestures, there was no mistaking the way that she was screwing her ass back at him, and humping her little body for anything but the greatest passion.
More and more the wild sodomist increased the tempo of his hard fucking, and Marcia responded with more fevered motions of her own. Now they were fucking speedily and wildly together, working like the perfect team.
"I'mmmmmm cumming, you bitch!!!!!" Jack began to scream. "I'm coming right up your fucking ass!!!!!"
"Do it!! Hurt me!!! Fill me up so much that it spills out all over the floor!"
"Take it, you bitch!! TAKE IT ALL!!!!"
They were fucking so hard that both their bodies were nothing but a blur. Marcia was grinding her ass back against the hard fucking man's body like her very life depended on it, loving every bit and increasing both their pleasure with her own wild motions. Her screams and cries and those of her husband were in perfect harmony.
An animal's scream ripped from Jack's throat and he slammed himself against his wife's body so hard that they both fell down flat and Marcia was sobbing wildly as her ass filled with her husband's wad of come.
With his last bit of strength, Jack managed to get his softened dick out of her ass, but he couldn't even roll off her. It was some moments before Marcia could extricate herself, but she wasn't in the least bit angry.
She had desired something wild, and her husband had delivered, in spades! Their life was fast becoming one long, happily erotic fantasy.
CHAPTER TEN
Things kept going from good to better after those first few weeks of glorious reacquaintance. Marcia felt like a teenager again, but in a much lustier way than she had actually been. For now she was being a woman in the fullest sense of the word and losing more of her inhibitions as every day went by.
There was the beautiful summer night when they took a long drive at 2:00 A.M. and wound up parking in a desolate area. Normally Marcia would have felt frightened and uptight in such a place, but at this moment the darkness, the isolation and the feeling of doing something sneaky were everything that she could possibly want. Somehow it made her feel like a naive kid again. Only then when she had been driven out to a desolate spot in her youth, she had cried and begged to be taken back home.
"Guess this is kind of a come-down for you, Miss High and Mighty," Jack commented as he parked the car near the edge of the cliff and facing the star-sparked water.
"This might be awful for our neighbor ladies, but getting laid in the back seat of this car is the kickiest ride in the world for me right now. Can't wait to feel that upholstery rubbing my bare bottom raw. Say, how come you're still in the front seat when I'm already back here?"
"Just getting my cock in gear."
"Hurry up, will ya? My cunt is just itching for a good plowing. Feels like I haven't had anything in there in years. Too many years."
There were no street noises out there in the darkness but for the moon and the dazzling stars, there was only the softly lapping river, the crickets and a man who would give her the pleasure of a stiff dick.
It gave her a lovely sense of peace in every part of her body except between her legs, where all was liquid heat and yearning to be even more so. She tugged her dress up under her well rounded backside and began to rub at her panty covered pussy. It was a delicious feeling to have the light breeze wafting over her naked thighs and rubbing her cunt to pulsating vigor. She could all but feel his hot breath down there, and without even looking over the seat to see what he was doing, Marcia was sure that Jack's tongue had to be hanging out while he was watching her get at it.
She was dead right, of course, and a few seconds later was happily assured of it. Soon Jack moved to the far side of the front seat and turned to look at her just once before climbing over the back.
"Oh, wow!," he muttered and couldn't get his mouth closed again. Out there in the moonlight all her healthy good looks came bubbling up to the surface again, as if she had somehow been reborn.
The result was fresh, pretty and romantic. Happiness and freedom seemed to be oozing out of every pore, and Marcia fairly glowed with it.
Her mind was wiped clean of her obligation as a wife. There was only the night, this man and his throbbing baseball bat. What else could any horny woman want?
"A girl shouldn't have to do this kind of work for herself," Marcia beckoned as she rubbed her pussy with an even more tantalizing friction.
"Where's that gentleman's gallantry I always hear about?"
"Coming right up, lady. And I do mean up," he chuckled and clambered over the back seat, grabbing her wrist away from between her widespread thighs on the-way over.
He was back there with her in a flash and not a moment too soon as far as Marcia was concerned. Why was she so desperate for this particular fuck with a guy who could give it to her anytime and with a roof over her head?
Her husband over the back was falling into her open arms before she had any more time to analyze her thoughts, and she opened her mouth to accept his tongue and his love. Adults didn't kiss like that. Eager, horney kids did ... and God! did she ever love that spit dripping down her throat. Fresh as milk, and full of excitement.
This was no time to play the very proper woman. Tonight they were just two hungry kids, hungry for the kind of satisfaction that only a good, healthy screwing could give them. It was everything that Marcia wanted or could want. She began to purr like a happy little sex kitten, winding her arms around his neck and playing the young, eager girl for all she was worth. A dynamite performance because it was all so real for them.
His hard-on was grinding away at her crotch even through his pants, making her feel the friction that much more for the roughness of the gabardine against the sheerness of the dainty panties. There wasn't any way that a hand could give a massage like that.
Not only were her cuntlips hot and swelling open because of those great vibrations, but her clit was swelling up right along with them, poking through the slim opening and seeking some stimulation for itself. This pursuit was not in vain.
Could it be? Impossible to believe. But the tremors were there and then the heated trickle of joyjuice. A small one to be sure, but even a small come at that early stage in the game was a miracle in itself. Getting turned on and enjoying it seemed to get easier all the time.
Until this moment in time she had been either too young and innocent to get the kind of jolts that sex had to give, or too high up on her dignified ladder to fully enjoy what her husband could give her. Oh, pleasure, pleasure. Wasn't that the best ingredient for a marriage along with happiness?
Work and home were great, but not like this. Nothing was like this. Even kid stuff like kissing and petting were coming off now like new, kinky thrills to her and she shivered from all the free, new sensations. Marcia wanted to surrender herself, be the young innocent in every way and let this horney dude of a husband coax-her along until he got her where she wanted to be ... hot as hell and humping like her life depended on it.
She only hoped that he wasn't going to go proper on her. This time they were spending was more special than she could ever make him understand. As if she had to recapture her youth and start to live it the right way now.
"Make love to me, please," she murmured in a voice that sounded every bit the teenager she was feeling like at that moment.
"Just leave it to me, baby: I'll take care of everything," he told her and heaved a sigh of relief because it looked like she was going to let him be the real man he always wanted to be with her and then some.
He kissed her everywhere that there was bare flesh, while his hand roamed across her chest and finally settled on one of the big, heaving tits. The nipple beneath the silky fabric of her blouse and the sheerer one of her bra could be felt as a sharp point, a clear indication of her ready arousal.
Marcia wanted this crazy session. She wanted him so badly she could just about taste it.
His hands were pressing in hard to her tits, but still not hard enough for her. Even if it meant that he would have to hurt her a little, Marcia needed the strongest sensations she could possibly get to complete her fantasy. Who knew when she would ever again be able to enjoy a real-live fuck in the dark like young girls did and thrived on?
"Mmmn, nice. Do that some more," she requested and pressed her hands down on the backs of his own so that he would get exactly the message she was trying to convey.
Tentatively, he rubbed harder knowing that he would have to be irritating such sensitive areas by then, but seeing that she wanted this, at least in some small way. It was kind of weird, especially for Marcia, but then being in the back seat of a car with her husband wasn't exactly normal.
Still, it was obvious that she was pleading for this treatment, as he could see her wincing from it, yet pushing herself up against his hands for more. Marcia was hoping that the wildness of this scene would leave some permanent mark in her memory, something she could go back to and enjoy again when she was feeling down in the dumps about the changes in her when she wasn't sure which way was right.
She could feel the twinges radiating out from the nipples and to the furthest edges of her breasts now. Her body was coming alive again because of it, and she no longer felt any fatigue from the long day of meetings she had just left behind. It was good that this man was so understanding of all her different moods.
In their cramped quarters, they had to roll and twist about a great deal before they could even come close to a proper embrace. Marcia's skirt kept riding up all the time they were going through the motions, and she soon felt the plush, prickly surface of the soft upholstery rubbing through the spaces in her lace panties and heating up her assflesh with such delicious sensations.
Marcia rubbed her backside against it a few more times for good measure and sighed. Amazing what a girl could get out of some of the simple things in life. And now to get some good vibrations to the front of her body as well. With just a bit more jostling, she managed to get her body perfectly aligned with the front of Jack's and began a brisk rubbing to his chest and crotch area with everything she had.
He was plying the back of her mouth with his tongue again, and his prick continually swelled from the wild way she had of massaging it with her lace covered cunt. It was peaceful enough out there for her to just stay and take the entire night at simple sex play before getting down to the heavy stuff. But there were compulsions deep within her that couldn't wait to be satisfied. Marcia needed his cock, and she needed it now!
"Hurry, will you," she pleaded and hiked her skirt all the way up to her waistline.
He had a clear view of the great delights that were waiting for him now, and it thrilled him to his very core.
She could actually feel steam in her crotch now, her own lusting thoughts and that nagging, mysterious urgency heating her so that she had to clutch the edges of the seat to keep from ripping her clothes off by herself. Around and around she grazed her nearly bare ass on the upholstery, giving Jack a rough time following her around with his hands so he could unhook the red garter belt and drop her stockings from her legs.
Those gorgeous legs opened by sexual instinct, and she drew her knees up until she could find no more room for one of her feet, and quickly threw it over the edge of the front seat and out of the way. Everything she had was twitching with heated desire and her body was already humping against his hands before he could even get them to the waistband of her panties.
The simple touch of his fingertips as they rubbed their way up to the elastic was enough to send her pussy into small wet spasms again. He couldn't believe his ears when he heard her moaning from what he considered to be just about nothing on his part.
He had to be feeling the kinkiness of their situation. His hands were shaking as he pulled the panties down, and Marcia ran out of what little patience she had been able to muster.
Her hands reached out for his pants and she unzipped them in a flash. His big, stiff dick was already poking through the piss space in his jockey shorts and she pushed the head of it back in so she would be able to get the shorts down to his ankles as well. Jack was momentarily startled. She had made such quick work of his clothes that his hot dick was already pressing against the smooth flesh of her belly just above the tufts of her cunthairs before he fully realized how it had happened.
Marcia's body was still going around in that tantalizing circle and she held the tip of his blood engorged dick against her as she went, drawing an outline of his pre-fuck juices on herself and feeling the heat of that sticky stuff seep into her flesh.
The eye of his dick was like a little mouth kissing her body and soul-kissing at that. So warm, so gooey, and so thickly throbbing in her hand. Was there ever a greater toy meant for womankind?
Since he was content to do whatever she wished at that moment, Marcia had no trouble sliding her free hand between their bodies so she could tickle her clit while she was at it. All she had to do was press her finger down against it and his prick did all the rubbing for her.
Those wonderful coarse hairs of a man's body were just dynamite for warming a girl's cunt. She simply spread her lips a little and they grazed her inner walls as well. Ahhhh, just feel that lovely love button swell!!
Her juices had to be making a gooey mess of his hairs by then. She could feel them seeping out of her at a very steady rate.
I'll bet I could really get myself off like this with just a little more work, she thought, and stealthily moved the tip of his dick down far enough to be hitting at the top of her cunt and the swollen nub that was already vibrating with sexual energy.
Masturbating her clit with his prickhead was so great that she was already in the first throes of a really rousing orgasm before he realized what he had allowed her to do to herself with his very own joint. That bitch was using him like a dildo!
He tried to pull his dick back and out of her hand, but Marcia wouldn't let him go more than a fraction of an inch without fighting back. He had already succeeded in breaking the hot trance that had her right on the edge of soaking down the seat. But that dick wasn't going anyplace else except into her hole, and she grasped it even more tightly as she whispered in his ear.
"Don't you worry, you big, beautiful stud. I could get off ten times with your beautiful cock. Just teasing myself with it. But I'm teased enough now. I want my hole filled with this meat so bad, I can't stand it. Give it to me now, honey. Right now."
In a state of near pain as her body continued to strain for that much-needed orgasm, she reached between his legs and quickly but gently pulled at his balls in a desperate effort to keep the lid on his come a little longer. It worked and they both heaved a sigh of relief. His body wound down just enough and Marcia began to guide his dick towards the outer reaches of her channel, hoping he now had regained enough of his self-control to give her insides the real walloping they needed.
While he was still snorting like a charging bull, Marcia quickly realized there was little cause for concern. Jack had a playful gleam in his eye now, bent on torturing her a bit, as she had done to him before.
First he pulled his prick away from her leaking slit, and began to play with that spot in a boyish manner instead using his fingers when he knew very well what she really needed. Her heart was pounding harder than for sexual excitement alone. Deep emotions could be felt as well.
"Gimme that dick. Oh please!!!!!"
The terror he heard in her voice at that moment frightened the shit out of him and without even stopping to ask himself why, Jack hopped to it as fast as possible. Taking his prick in hand now, he pushed it back into line with the sticky borders of her slit and rubbed up and down along it with his dripping cockhead, pressing in until it found its own way to the start of her inner hole.
The blind head hit time and again against her incredibly swollen lovebutton and Marcia bit sharply into the side of his neck as the exquisite pleasure had her frantic to come all over again. Even the pressure from his hot, blunt instrument was enough to make her shake all over.
Sweat was pouring out all over her body and she clutched at the neck line of her dress as if she wished she could rip it right off herself. Jack, half out of his mind himself, threw all caution to the winds and tore it down the front, taking her bra along with it.
The entire front of her body was bare and gleaming in the thin stream of moonlight filtering in through the passion-fogged window. Her clothes lay in rags at the side of her and Marcia felt every inch the ravished maiden that she must have looked like. For once in her life, humility was much more fun than dignity.
Marcia pushed down on his head so that it was guided to her heaving tit now, and Jack picked up on the cue immediately. Marcia was going in so many different directions at the same time that he had long since given up on trying to understand her. All he could do was follow her sexual currents like the salt waves beyond them were doing.
He started sucking and licking at the tasty globe with such great skill that Marcia realized she could easily come a few more times before Jack did. Why not? she thought to herself. Anything goes tonight.
"Down, boy ... Down ... Head south where it's nice and warm!" she cooed. "Do it for me and I'll do it for you."
All he did was nod and start mouthing his way down the front of her body, licking a straight line through the sweat and picking up on the pungent, heated scent of her as he went further down to where the kinky hairs began. His tongue was already out and he was fully prepared to lap up every last drop of joyjuice that his mouthwork produced.
"Not like that. Turn yourself around so I can do you."
The thought was a hell of a lot easier than the achievement in their cramped quarters, but there was her writhing, naked body for encouragement and he finally managed to get himself face down, his balls hanging directly over her open, drooling mouth. Flicking her tongue up at them, Marcia ran it between the two nuts and munched on a couple of the kinky hairs while he was busy spreading out her pussylips with his fingers and laying bare her passion reddened clit so he could have a good lick at it.
Her vaginal muscles were beating a steady, contracting rhythm against his hand, squeezing fluids on his fingers, and sucking them ever inward. It was as if his face were being called down there by some hypnotic spell and his tongue curled itself into a sword-like shape and stabbed into the dark red divide.
When it came, Marcia's orgasm was not only strong, but so sudden that it surprised them both. The heat of her as the come boiled over and steamed down into his mouth was so close that he felt faint.
Even while it happened though, she didn't forget her duty to the man who had helped to bring it about. Her hips were mashing her gushing cunt up against his face and smearing it all over with her come, but Marcia never stopped sucking on his throbbing dick until her jaws were closing tightly against the sensitive glands on either side of his cockhead and helping them pump every drop of his load down her own throat.
The mutual come stopped as suddenly as it had begun, without the gradual winding down that lovers normally shared. With the last drop of Marcia's juice that trickled onto the sated man's tongue, reality returned to life and she was suddenly sad.
"It can't always be like this, can it Jack?" she sobbed.
"No, but maybe we wouldn't enjoy the few times that it can so much if we lived it every day of our lives. I love the way you are now, Marcia. I won't deny it. But there were things about you before that were also very beautiful. A little of everything and all in healthy balance would be just fine with me. Playing kids is fun, but we aren't kids after all, and there's something to be said for maturity too."
"I guess you're right, Jack. Maybe I'm just behaving this way because it's all still so new to me. Maybe I have to do a little more adjusting and find a way to strike a happy medium. This is very important to me, Jack. As important as making you happy."
"You do make me happy, love, and in a way you always have. There was just this wall building up between us, don't you see? If two people can't be sexually compatible, then their marriage is really in trouble. I wasn't as much angry with you as fearful for a real split between us that might never be mended."
"Oh, Jack. I never realized it was getting that bad. I wanted us to get closer too. But I guess I was seeing the solutions quite the opposite way. I really thought that if we had less sex, I wouldn't be so tense all the time and maybe I could be a better wife for you. Which goes to show you just how naive I can be."
"At least you aren't calling yourself stupid. Because you aren't honey. We all make mistakes. But through it all I did know that you loved me and that you sincerely believed in what you were doing. It was very difficult to fault you for that."
"Oh, you could have faulted me. You could have even thrown me out of the house and you would have been in the right. I have been such an awful wife to you and for such a very long time."
"That's nonsense."
"Now look, Jack. It took me a long time to assume the blame for what was wrong with our marriage, and you're not going to take it away from me now. I promise not to dwell on it, but I think a little humility is definitely needed in my character."
She refused to listen to much reason during the rest of the trip home. Jack thought about all she had said and supposed that in a way she was right. It wouldn't do her any harm to realize the full impact of the damage her uptight ways had been doing to their marriage. He always knew that she loved him, but now he was hoping that she would cherish what they had together just as much.
Jack watched her staring out the window from the comer of his eye and saw a few small tears in hers. She wasn't actually crying. In fact, she didn't really look sad. And when she finally turned to him once again, Jack realized that the emotion he was seeing in her now was insight, and some gratitude for their having come out of a long, hard battle and won.
He pulled up into their driveway, and ran around to her side of the car to open the door for her. It was a symbol of the newfound respect that she deserved, and she nodded her head in understanding. Hand in hand they walked into the house, and sat down together on the sofa in the soft darkness.
Each had their private thoughts, but they were really very close in accord. During those few moments, with their bodies side by side, and their arms entwined, they were both caught up in the wonder of their mutual good fortune.
Marcia was thinking about the friends she had, and how many divorces had already occurred in their social group. She had been fully expecting to become one of those statistics for the last year. Now she felt as if she had been given a new lease on her marriage, a chance to start out all over again and do it right this time around.
Jack was thinking about how close he had come to asking for a divorce. After so many restless nights of contemplating taking on a mistress or a hooker, he had thought divorce was the only decent solution. If he had jumped the gun, gone into it a little too impulsively, just look at how much he would have lost!
Now Marcia put her hand to the side of Jack's face and turned it gently to face hers. She was crying again, but this time it was quite evident that they were tears of great joy.
He understood. He felt like crying himself. But Marcia didn't see that. What she observed was a happily smiling man who almost seemed to glow, and looking ten years younger!
"How beautiful you are," he whispered as he took her in his arms. "You get more beautiful every time I look at you."
"That was going to be my next line, darling. You always were a beautiful man, but now you're ten times that and more."
"Honey, when you talk to me like that, and I can see how you mean it, my cock starts to rise. It's not always lust, you know. Sometimes it's just because I'm so full of love for you, and I guess that's where some of it goes."
"I don't know why you're making apologies for it. If you must know, my little uhh, oh, my little twat starts to water every time I look down to that bulge in your pants. Lately it seems that I just can't get enough of you."
"A guy could hardly complain about a remark like that."
"It's more than a compliment, love. It's a confession. Now that I've got my head on straight, it seems that I'm turned on just about twenty-four hours a day."
"That's funny. All these years I've been worried about what I'm going to do with all the extra spunk I have to carry around, and now from what you're saying, I'll have to worry that I won't have enough to keep you satisfied."
"Well, you haven't been doing such a bad job of it so far. I really can't complain."
"Still, if you want more stimulation, then I think we should get some books out, read some magazines, and even see a couple of movies. Maybe we can pick up some tips on little tricks and variations we never knew about before."
"You mean there are still some things in sex that we haven't tried yet? That's hard to believe."
"Baby, there's plenty. Fucking hasn't been the most popular sport in the world for all these centuries without piling up an awful lot of ways to do it. Right now you are giving me sex on a silver platter, but maybe it would be even better if we had a few more trimmings."
"I can't argue with that logic. Funny, everything you say on the subject to me these days sounds just right. Maybe it's because I've learned to trust you in this as in everything else."
"No, you're not giving yourself enough credit. Now that your eyes are open, you're always looking for new horizons. You've got courage now, and determination. I not only love you for that, but I have to admire you as well. Some of the most passionate women in the world tend to draw the line on sexual variations somewhere. I'll never hurt you, but outside of that, I don't really believe that you would refuse me anything along the tamer lines."
"I wouldn't. I never will. Oh, Jack. I love you so much. How can anything be wrong when two people share what we have between us?"
"Nothing can. You won't believe this, Marcia, but all this talk has given me another hard-on."
"Mmmm, yes. And a lovely one at that. Can I have that big, strong thing for my very own?"
"It's always been all yours, Marcia. And now I know for sure that it always will be."
This was the last bit of reassurance that Marcia would ever need. Reaching for his fly now, she opened it and out popped his hard and throbbing weapon. Her eyes grew bright and she smacked her lips with anticipated delight. Then she put her hand around the shaft of it and gently drew her husband to her feet.
"Enough talk, Jack. Let's go to bed and put our thoughts into action. I can't get enough of you."
These were horny words to be sure, but there was an even deeper, more permanent meaning to them. Marcia was content with her new lot in life, and she would see to it that Jack never lacked for anything in his either. She had all the answers she needed right in her hot little hand.
