He leaned back and in doing so his cock neared her breasts. For a moment he shut his eyes, letting the remembrance of those tantalizing lips in the pictures play in his passion-filled brain, and thinking of their softness, their butterlike pliancy on his own lips, he began to ache for them to kiss his pulsing cock. He groaned, sliding uncontrollably up on the bed, angling so that his cock was to his nubile wife's trembling chin.
His hand snaked along the covers to the pictures. His fingers felt their edges and even though he couldn't view them, he knew now from memory what each contained, and the thoughts drove to new urgency. As he had so many times in the past when aroused to such a point, he dismissed what he knew was her natural aversion to such an act, and groaned to his wife: "Kiss me, Cindy… kiss me there!" His hardened penis was almost to her ruby lips; all she had to do was bend her face a scant few inches, and her mouth would be closing over the sensitive, fully grown head…
A shudder passed through Cindy. "No… no… not that, Howie! You know I… can't… not there!" She turned her face away, her features contorted in a look of revulsion as if to kiss him, to suck his penis was a foul, bitter thing to do. "Not down there," she whispered, and she moved forward, her arms encircling his head and pulling him downwards, full length along the bed. "I… I know you want me to, but don't make me," she sobbed, "I want to make you happy, but not that way. Please!"
As before, as always, the urgent and overwhelming desire to have his wife's delicate, soft, warm mouth close around his prick died; the image of her mewling and crooning as he spurted his white hot sperm into her throat vanished with reluctant regard for Cindy's abject repulsion of the act. This was the only flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship, and at no time in their three years of making love had he been able to prove the eroticism of lips against vagina, mouth against penis. He held her tight, feeling her warm body undulate uncontrollably against his body, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his penis until her refusal was forgiven and his disappointment forgotten.
"Oh… baby!" Cindy moaned. "Darling, darling don't be mad. I need you inside me so much!"
"Yes… yes," he heard himself say. He drew her closer to him, moving one hand down to encase the soft, smooth curves of her buttocks. She glued her mouth to his, darting her pink tongue in and out and along his teeth, and then brazenly moved her hand down to grasp his cock. Her cool contact made Howard quiver and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full length of her body, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide and poised his penis against the snug mouth of her hungry young cunt, the thin, hair-lined lips of her innermost desires relaxing with the overwhelming need of him to enter.
There, Howie… right there. Now!
He lunged, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her waiting passage, feeling her fevered, pulsating vagina almost greedily clasp his cock and absorb it. She wanted all of him tonight, and Howard was amazed that in spite of the rejection of the picture taking, she seemed almost wanton, almost completely lost in the world of sexual abandonment… he couldn't understand her, but didn't try, not with her pussy pushed forward until the head of his cock was pressed hard up against her cervix, her motions of a muscle spasming tempo. She held him tightly, not only with her clasping, smoothly sliding vagina, but with her widespread legs, kicking them out to the side and locking her slender ankles tight around his driving hips. He increased his own strokings, fucking into his wife with almost maniacal fury. Oh, God! He wasn't going to be able to last long tonight! Sometimes they would slowly and softly make love for hours, but not now, not at this rampaging, furious pitch! He was going to reach orgasm soon!
"Oooooohhh, Howie! You feel so good! So good!" his now voracious wife whimpered, kissing his neck and shoulders. "Yes! Yes! That feels so goooddddd!" Then she began to babble incoherently, and he knew that Cindy was fast approaching her own climax, and that spurred him on to new, more powerful strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even higher off the bed and her moistly splayed cunt bucked wildly back up against his ramming penis.
"Ooooooohhhhhh… ooohhh Godddd!" she cried out as if tortured. "I'm… I'm there! I'm theeeeerrrrrrreeeee!" With a sudden, deep throated groan, Cindy Jamison erupted underneath her husband, and in doing so it released Howard's dammed-up explosion. His cum churned through his swollen testicles and through his penile shaft, bursting through the unseeing eye to flood his wife's hungrily milking pussy. Again and again giant spurts of creamy seed flowed from him until at last he collapsed, a sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewlings of gratification.
As sanity returned to him, Howard edged his body off his wife and rolled over. Cindy, nearly asleep, kissed him lightly on the cheek and curled herself up in a warm ball.
"Good night, honey," she murmured drowsily. "Happy anniversary."
"Sleep tight, honey," he replied thickly, and then put the covers over her. As sleep overtook him, Howard thought that his wife was damned good in bed, in spite of her Victorian hang-up about oral or other forms of sex. He looked at her tenderly, and for some reason, he seemed to view her form, nestled as it was with but a sheet over her and the gown beneath her, as a picture.
A simple snapshot… one he would love to add to the few shots he'd taken this evening. But he knew it was one he'd never get. He sighed and turned over, shutting off the light and plunging the room into darkness again.
CHAPTER TWO
Ralph was sitting in the glassed-in cubicle which served as his office when Howard arrived at the Auto Circus lot the next morning. He waved, his round face beaming cheerfully, and motioned for Howard to join him.
"Morning, Howie," Ralph said enthusiastically as Howard entered the office. He shook the younger man's hand. "How's the head today?"
"Not too bad," Howard confessed, his voice a little rueful. "I guess I did over-indulge a little, though."
"Nonsense, my boy. Anniversary celebrations were made for over-indulgence." Ralph indicated the client's chair before his molded plastic desk, and then went around behind the modernistic furnishing and seated himself in his swivel chair. He cleared his throat, meeting Howard's eyes; his own were twinkling. "Did you and Cindy, ah, go right to bed after we left, Howie?"
Howard felt heat inadvertently rise on his neck and cheeks as the remembrance of the previous evening's activities with his wife sprang full-blown into his mind once more. "Well, we… I mean, that is… not exactly…"
Ralph chuckled softly. "Tried out the ole Polaroid, eh?" he said sagely. "Norma and I thought you probably would."
Howard searched for words, but none of an appropriate nature came to his mind. He finally managed lamely, "It's a very nice camera, Ralph. We… we appreciate such an expensive gift…"
"Did you — take some pictures of Cindy, Howie?" asked Ralph with a sly intonation.
Howard's face grew an even darker red. "P-pictures?" he stammered.
"Sure," said Ralph, winking. "Like I told you. In the bedroom."
"I… I…"
"Did you try out the timer?"
"The… the timer?"
"The fifteen-second timer, Howie," Ralph said patiently. Then he leaned forward across the desk, dropping his voice conspiratorially. "How far would she go, hey, boy? Just a little cheesecake, I'd guess. The girls are usually pretty shy at first."