There were tears on her cheeks as she obeyed. "Howie…"
He moved quickly up along her body, holding his quivering cock in his hand again, guiding it toward her head. "Kiss me, Cindy! Kiss my cock, Cindy! Hurry, baby, hurry! I want to kiss you, too! Kiss your cunt, Cindy!"
She recoiled. Had she heard correctly? Yes, yes, she had… she realized that even through the fog of passion and liquor. He wanted her to perform the same perversions they had seen in those photos, do what the other people had been doing… but she couldn't! Yes, it turned her on to see the others but to take a man's penis between her lips… my God, even Howie's, her husband's… was unthinkable! She couldn't, she just couldn't!
"Howie, I can't! Please, please, don't ask me!"
"Hurry up, the camera's going to go off!" he shouted, trying to push his moist-headed prick against her lips. But she twisted away, moaning.
"No, Howie, I can't, I can't!"
"Damnit! Don't you want to please me? You said you wanted to please me!"
"Not this way, Howie, not this way!"
Click.
"Oh Jesus, you ruined the shot! You ruined it!"
"Howie… for my sake, please Howie…"
"Damn you, what's the matter with you?"
"I can't do that, Howie, I just can't do it! Please understand! Whatever else you want, but not that! Don't ask me again, please!"
He jumped to his feet, staring down at her. His cock was jerking as if with climax again, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before his testicles would erupt his building load of sperm. He had been so close, so Goddamned close… But there would be other nights, he would see to that. He had to content himself with the fact that he had gotten her to pose for the Polaroid for him, in the nude and… yes, with his cock inside her, too! Tonight was a victory, in that sense, the first victory! The second would come soon enough, he knew that. He just had to be patient with her, patient…
"Howie," Cindy moaned, writhing on the floor in both passion and discomfiture brought about by Howard's actions. "Please, love me and make it all right… no more pictures, I beg of you! Love meee!"
"All right!" he shouted. But before he did, he ran to the camera one more time and set the timer. Then he went back to his vibrating young wife, knelt behind her, inserted his cock. She buffeted back against it immediately and he didn't restrain her this time; might as well get a good action shot…
He drove his swollen, soon-to-bursting cock deep inside her, feeling the head slam off her cervix, hearing her moan loudly in pleasure-pain. His balls slammed resoundingly off the moistened slit of her vagina below as he drubbed into her, and he leaned his upper body low over her back, teeth biting lightly into her shoulder, hands finding and squeezing her swaying breasts.
Click.
The sound of the camera shattering seemed to act as a trigger for Howard's boiling desires. He imagined in his mind what the finished print would look like, the eroticism of it, and he could hardly wait until he could pull the print from the camera back. But then the swirling heat in his loins became overpowering, became the only thing that mattered, and he heaved and bucked up into the soft, warm cunt of his kneeling wife with insane vigor, striving to empty his testicles of the great load of sperm seething there…
Cindy felt Howard's gigantic cock thundering into her cunt, filling it, the head ramming hard off her cervix and she knew she was going to cum any moment. She had never in her life been this excited, and the knowledge that the excitement had come as a direct result of looking at dirty pictures, of partaking in them herself with the man she loved, was like a hot knife of confusion in her brain. She wanted Howard, wanted to please him, and yet it was becoming increasingly apparent that she didn't know how; her vagina alone, so moist now and so filled with his masculinity, apparently wasn't enough any longer to satisfy her man. It would take more and more, she thought dazedly as her orgasm spiraled higher and higher, more and more to please him… more pictures… more eroticism… and, oh God, even sucking him with her mouth.
And then all thoughts save for the crescendoing passion vanished from her mind as she buffeted like a rutting animal back against her husband's invading cock, striving for the crest, almost there, almost there, feeling him hard and deep within her, feeling his hands curving down around her back kneading and manipulating her breasts, almost there, and then… and then…
"Oh God, Howie Howie darling, I'm cumming! Howie, I'm cumminnnnnnggggg!"
But Howard only barely heard her wild cry of release, for his cock in that moment had begun to jerk out of control and torrent after torrent of hot, boiling sperm burst along the full length to thunder into her cunt, commingling with the juices of her own release to form a flood-tide of passion that poured out around his spasming shaft and flowed in thin rivulets down her straining thighs as she murmured mindless, incoherent words of delight and he breathed fire-hot breath against her neck.
And then his prick gave one last spurt of his seed and began to deflate almost immediately inside her wet, clasping vagina and they both sank forward on the carpet, spent and in a state of near-unconsciousness.
Oh Jesus, that was good! Howard thought satiatedly. One of the best ever, even if it was so quick. And it's going to be better and better, once Cindy starts to come around fully…
And Cindy, lying there with the full weight of her husband on top of her, his warm sperm flowing hotly inside her cunt and belly, was thinking different thoughts now in the lulling aftermath of her tremendous orgasm. She was thinking about the pattern of her life, and how it was changing, how she could no longer deny that after what had happened here tonight. But changing for the better, or for the worse? She didn't know yet; she just didn't know yet…
After a long time, Howard raised up and lifted his wife in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. They crawled between the sheets on their bed, and Howard went to sleep almost immediately; but he did not cuddle next to her as he usually did, did not speak to her except to say goodnight, and she had the ominous feeling that she had failed to please him tonight, in spite of the fineness of both their orgasms — failed to please this new Howie who had replaced the quiet, sexually-conservative old one.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cindy lay beneath the comforting warmth of the bedcovers for some time after her husband left for work. She gazed at the square of diffused light which lit the window shade, knowing she should get up and start the housework, but not wanting to.
She just wanted to huddle there and think miserably of her troubles. Again and again she played over the events of the previous evening: the evening with the Taylors where it became all too apparent to Cindy that they knew of the photos she had allowed Howard to take of her that first night — knew and snidely made comments, mortifying her to the quick!
She moaned involuntarily, momentarily reliving that horrible scene with the Taylors. Were Ralph and Norma as hedonistic as they appeared to be? Was their Polaroid being used for the same immoral purposes? It must be so, for hadn't Ralph given Howard those awful pictures and the newspaper — the ones which had so aroused her own cravings that she had played with herself? The sweet, mentally tortured wife rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. Yes, yes, the answers were all yes.
And worse was the way that Ralph, the manager of her husband's job, was now seemingly becoming a manager of his private life as well. His influence seemed to seep more and more into what she and Howard were doing and enjoying, and this was intolerable. Before… before that horrid camera had been given, her husband had been so kind and gentle in his ways of love, had seemed to understand that she wasn't some salacious glutton, but a sensitive, moral wife. But no longer! She seemed to be unable to keep up with his growing needs, to expand into the world of abandoned, licentious sex where nothing mattered except debauched eroticism.