And to her surprise he was gentle.
Bob hovered over her a second, his breath catching in his throat as he was his wife lying naked beneath him in the full light of day. He had almost forgotten how beautiful she was, and his excited gaze moved passionately over her lushly ripened body, drinking in the way the delicately shaded hollows contrasted with the long alabaster curves of her thighs, lingering over the delicate molded hips and richly swelling breasts.
The lustful young husband's hands began to follow his eyes and traded hotly down his wife's frightened body, his fingers sliding slowly along her gently quivering thighs and easing tenderly back and forth in the soft crevice between. His hands pressed upwards, traveling cautiously, tracing a slowly narrowing circle over the ivory flesh until with a sudden electric contact they brushed against the first softly curling hairs of her vaginal mound.
Jill winced, her long silky legs stirring slightly from the unwanted stimulus of his touch. Her arms stiffened in resistance but her pelvis tilted upwards independently in unconscious reaction to his probing hand. With an effort the young wife willed her loins to retreat and her naked buttocks sank back down into the mattress in an effort to escape his advances.
Bob withdrew his fingers, not wanting to force his passage prematurely. His strong hands slid around and under her softly warm hips, cupping her satiny buttocks and caressing them until they began to flex involuntarily in a slow circular motion.
Jill could hardly believe her own reactions. It felt… it felt… good! She felt her breath catch in her throat and her mind short circuited under the maddening caress of her husband's fingers. She just had to accept the ecstasy of his touch. Once more his hands slid upwards and moved with a sudden directness to her softly curling pubic hair, his warm palm pressing flat against the moistly throbbing hill of her vaginal mound, his strong pulse merging with the rhythmic beat of her throbbing organs. This time there was no resistance and Bob gently pressed his outstretched middle finger up between the sensitive cuntal lips, sending a spasmodic wave of joy through the young blonde's love-starved body lying beneath him.
"Oooooohhhh… ooooohhhhh…" Jill crooned, hardly able to believe it was her own voice that was gasping out this unconscious cry of pleasure.
Bob began to move his middle finger in a circular motion inside the wetly gleaming furrow of her pussy in ever widening sweeps, spreading the moist tendrils of her pubic hair and stroking the pulsing lips of her blood-swollen cunt. Working upwards, his fingers finally came into contact with her erect little clitoris.
"Oh God! Aaaahhhhh…!" Jill moaned, her mouth falling open. Her long legs bucked up from the surprising thrill of his touch as he teased his finger over the vitally sensitive knob, driving bolts of pleasure through his wife's twitching body. It was incredible! Bob could feel the hot center of her loins flexing wildly, almost begging him to fuck her. His eyes stared at the enticing pinkness of her openly receptive pussy, fascinated by the way her outer pussy lips formed a fleshy collar around the faintly contracting petal-shaped vaginal hole. The sight of the pink folds drove him wild with passion.
Some rational part of his brain kept warning the young man to control himself. He had not won his prize yet, and his hope for conquest was still teetering on the edge of the full acceptance he had so long desired. But that last spark of reason was suddenly drowned in a flood of ungovernable lust as he looked down at the mouth-watering feast spread open below him. With an inarticulate cry of passion Bob bent impulsively forward and buried his head between his wife's widespread thighs, shooting his tongue snake-like into her warm moist depths.
"Aaaaahhhhh! Oooooooh!" Jill cried as she felt the first searing contact of Bob's long wet tongue against her helplessly open vagina. She looked down in horrified disbelief at the obscene spectacle of her husband's dark head rammed grotesquely between her up-drawn thighs. A spasm of revulsion shot through her and she desperately tried to squirm free, but his fingers held her tightly, pressing painfully into her flesh, holding the unprotected plane of her fearfully cringing vagina wide open to his disgusting attack.
"Nooooo… oh God, noooo… it's wrong, it's wrong…!" she sobbed as he stabbed his heavy tongue once more into her defenseless vagina. Oh, God! Oh, God! Why did he have to turn it into this? Why did he have to spoil it all again? she thought wildly to herself as she struggled to get free. Finally Jill managed to tangle her fingers in his hair and yank his obscenely dripping face up from between her cringing thighs. For just that one moment his iron grip on her loosened and she twisted free and rolled heavily to the floor. The outraged young blonde was on her feet in an instant, looking down at her confused husband.
"You… you filthy animal!" she screamed. "How could you? How could you turn it into that?" Then she saw the anger beginning to build in his eyes and she ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"You fucking iceberg," Bob shouted after her. "You'll never learn what it's all about. Too bad you can't take lessons. Hell, I'd even pay for them." He was silent after that and a few minutes later Jill heard the front door slam and knew she was now alone in the house. Her chin quivered for a moment and then she began sobbing uncontrollably.
It was a long time before the shattered young wife got herself under control. Plan after desperate plan was born in her mind only to die again. She didn't know what she and Bob were going to do about this horrible problem between them but she did know one thing: she loved him and would do almost anything to stay with him, "anything" that is except become an animal. No… she wouldn't leave him, not ever. But would he stay with her? Right at that moment she would have gladly shared him with half the women in the world if she could just keep one little bit for herself.
The heart-broken young bride wandered disconsolately around the bedroom before finally realizing she didn't have any clothes on. Going to the dresser she took out her white shorts and halter and mechanically put them on. She would go out and work in the yard, she thought to herself. It always made her feel better when she was in the garden, and tonight when Bob came home she would have his favorite meal all prepared for him. But deep in her heart she knew that would not be enough. It would take a lot more than a good dinner to heal the widening breach between her and her beloved husband.
CHAPTER TWO
"Goddamn!" the big burly man said excitedly, "would you look at that tight little ass!" He let the curtain fall back across his front window and turned to the young woman sprawled on a couch on the other side of the room. "I'm gonna have that, I'm gonna fuck that or my name ain't Bill Reagan." He licked his lips and the parted the curtains slightly again to continue his observation of Jill Andersen as she puttered around in her garden, across the street.
"How about Rumplestiltskin?" the girl asked suddenly.
"Huh," Reagan said absentmindedly as he kept his eyes glued to Jill's lush figure. "Whadda you talking about anyhow?"
"Well you're going to need a new name, because you're just not going to make it into little miss chastity across the street, so how about Rumplestiltskin?"
Reagan turned from the window, a scowl twisting his heavy features. "That's about enough out of you. When I want comedy I'll turn on the T.V." His eyes went back to the window.
"Keeee-rist, she's bending over! It oughta be against the law to wear shorts like that in public. I think I'm gonna cum in my pants."