"Sex?" he repeated, dumbly.
"Yes!" Helen felt she might as well brazen it out now that she'd started it. "You'd think you'd never heard of the word!"
Adam patted his briefcase absent-mindedly. "Oh, I've heard of it. Yes, I've heard of it."
Helen could stand it no longer. Suddenly, she jumped up and let the sheet fall away from her. There she stood, completely unclothed, her naked body lovely and trembling in need before her husband. "I'm not so bad, am I?" she asked. "I've got eyes. I can see myself in the mirror. I still look pretty good!"
"Yes, yes. You look fine!" Adam hastened to reassure her, noting that Helen was on the verge of becoming hysterical. That was the last thing he wanted. It was so disruptive.
"Beautiful! Say I look beautiful!" Helen spat out. "Say it!"
Funny how now that Helen was standing there in front of him stark naked, he was thinking of Miss Johnson. He would have to make a note about this. Nevertheless, Adam felt a definite excitement growing again inside him. If it was sex that Helen wanted, he supposed that he could accommodate her at this particular moment. Anything for a little peace and quiet. Couldn't very well have her going around screaming half the night when he had work that he wanted to do.
"Beautiful. Yes, you do look beautiful," he said compliantly.
"Oh, Christ, why can't you ever say anything on your own?" Helen cried, disheartened. She felt ashamed and reached for the sheet to cover her body. "I'm leaving. Get on with your work!" she said.
"No, don't go, Helen. I've got a little time." Adam got up and came toward her. As he drew near, the scientist could see that his wife was trembling and that she was extremely upset, and yet, he kept thinking about the voluptuous Miss Betty Johnson and how she had responded. "Come on, Helen, let's go into the bedroom," he said, taking his wife's arm gently.
Helen felt a surge of hope. A feeling of lewd excitement stirred in her loins despite her misgivings. Meekly, she accompanied her husband through the living room of their apartment, a room that was hardly ever used, to the bedroom. Once there, Adam headed her toward the bed while he began to undress. Helen slipped under the covers of the bed and watched her husband of ten years as he took off his clothes. Her breathing was shallow, guarded, and her eyes were half-closed as she waited for him. She dared not make a prediction about what was to happen or to think too much about just how her plan had apparently worked.
But when the thick knob of Adam's hardened penis came into view, Helen's heart skipped a beat. "Oh!" she gasped. She hadn't seen him look like this in years. Deep down inside, the blonde wife felt a sensation of impending happiness. She watched him coming toward her and felt a slight moistening down there between her legs. How she wanted him! How she loved her husband, still, despite everything! Soon he would be holding her, loving her. Perhaps he had finally seen just how much she needed him, needed to be loved by him.
She accepted him above her, felt the adjustments of his body to hers, the stomach that had thickened with the years pressed against her softness, her breasts touched up against his chest. Without too much ado, his knee spread her leg to the side.
"Oh, Adam, darling," she sighed.
Then the round head of her husband's penis touched at the soft, hair-trimmed entrance of her vaginal slit and throbbed against the quivering length of the moist little furrow. Experimentally, Adam moved his rock-hard cock up and down in the seething heat of his wife's yearning pussy until on one down-stroke, it was worming up against the tight entrance of her vagina. She felt it pushing against her and spread her legs hungrily, wanting the full, hard length of him way inside. She felt as though he'd never been so hard! She had to have him up inside her. Spontaneously, the excited wife placed both her hands on her husband's back, sliding them down toward his naked buttocks and holding on tight. Then spreading her legs around his body, she bent them obscenely around his back and pulled herself up brusquely, forcing his lust-stiffened hardness to slide directly up into the passion-drenched pit of her hotly waiting pussy. At first the tightness of her vaginal channel was a restrictive force, but then the delicate tissues accustomed themselves to his hard, male girth, and he was swallowed up to the tip of her womb. Helen thought she would burst with love for him as her lust grew minute by minute. This was the way it was supposed to be between them. Whatever had gone wrong before would be miraculously tightened by this act.
"Adam, I love your love you," she murmured into his ear. Helen moaned, open-mouthed, as the tip of her tongue swirled excitedly within her husband's ear. The snug feeling of his warmly throbbing hardness up inside her quivering cunt gave her the sense of completion that she had missed. But all that was over now. They would make love often after this night, she just knew it! He was going to fuck into her with long, even thrusts, burying the head of his penis harder and harder each time. She was going to cum so incredibly against him!
Randolph held her like this for a long moment, making a mental note of his wife's impatience. He could feel his testicles dangling in the upturned crevice of her spread ass-cheeks, and a surging tingle swept through him.
"Nnnugh…" he groaned, his thick cock bucking uncontrollably inside the tightly clasping passage of his wife's desire-tautened pussy. His sperm broke forth without warning, jetting in sporadic jerks between the milking muscles of Helen's vaginal passage, splashing against the sensitive surface of her womb.
"Oohhaaah!" He cried out, as overwhelming sensations of orgasm traversed his jerking cock and sent chills of delight throughout his entire body. He was thinking of his work, of the many women he would study, of the success he would become. The book which would be on the best-seller list week after week. His picture in the Times, on the cover of Newsweek and Time. It was good! He collapsed heavily onto his wife's still body, oblivious to the soft warm feel of her nakedness.
"Mmmmmm," he sighed, and then came the regular cadence of his breathing.
Helen was so stunned that she scarcely had time to realize that it was over.
"Oh, God! Oh God, no!" she said. Bitterness and frustration rose within her, mixed with anger and self-pity as tears began to form in her eyes. She no longer felt beautiful. She felt used and ugly!
Brusquely, she slid out from under her exhausted husband and, getting up from the bed, fairly ran into the dining room where she found a bottle of wine in the cabinet and opened it. Hastily, she filled a glass and drank it down. She carried the bottle into the living room along with her glass and sat heavily on the couch in the darkness, drinking down the white liquid until the bottle was almost 3/4 gone.
Alternately, the distressed wife began to sob and laugh, and then scarcely aware of her own actions, her hands moved furtively to the heavy swelling of her full, well-rounded breasts. Her nervous fingers began to stroke the hardening nipples automatically. A growing current of warmth ran through her veins as if her own touch made up for her husband's lack of interest. With breathtaking clarity, memories of how Adam had made love to her on their wedding night came back to her. She could almost feel the way his then-muscular body had enveloped her, feel his soft yet firm caressed and the hardness of his blood-filled penis as it inched upward into her eagerly willing pussy. Her eyes were closed now as she thought of all this and of the hours that they used to take in their love-making. Mindlessly, the pretty blonde wife ran her hands over her nakedly quivering body, desperately trying to soothe her loneliness and assuage the aching emptiness she felt.
"Oh!" the sharp gasp could not be suppressed as Helen felt a ripple of strong desire steal over her. She lay out on the living room couch, feeling her anguish building as her hands began to cup and caress her warmly tingling breasts. The distressed wife was painfully aware of the aching void down there between her legs. The wine had only served to make it worse. Suddenly clamping her erotically trembling thighs together, Helen struggled to suppress the insidious longing that crept throughout her loins, but the increased pressure only fed the impulse and strengthened it into a tightening knot of shameless arousal.