"Oh, Kirk!" she said, and reached up to cup his face in her hands. "What have we done to each other?"
"Nothing, baby. It will work out, it has to work out."
Will it? she thought, staring up into her young husband's face. Will it work out, or will this same thing happen again and again. Will Kirk sleep with other women? Will I sleep with other men? How can either of us be sure that we won't? How can we trust each other again? Kirk, Kirk, why did we come here tonight… why did you have to let Christy put her mouth on you, and why did I have to let Eric put his long hard penis into my vagina to cum there, to fill my belly with another man's seed?
She pulled his head down and held it cradled against her, feeling the soft moistness of his lips pressed against one swelling breast. And in that moment, oddly and perversely, Vicki began to remember the lewd fucking she had been given by Eric Kaye. She began to remember his fleshy, blood-enraged cock sawing in and out of her defenseless vagina, his hands cupping and kneading her nakedly quivering breasts, his hot breath blowing maddeningly into her ear. She remembered how it felt with his cock sliding in and out along her vaginal passage harder and faster. She began to remember her own cumming, in tune with his, and how she had been floating, wonderfully floating in the throes of a climax like she bad never before known…
Now, with these lewd memories flooding over her, the young brunette's nipples began to harden on her jutting breasts, and down between her legs her cuntal mouth moistened with her softly seeping feminine juices. She could feel her loins tingling, and she began to stroke Kirk's head, stroke it gently, positioning his face so that it was pressed into the deep valley between her high-mounded alabaster breasts. Her breath became ragged and pulsating as the obscene images darted back and forth in her mind.
I'm becoming aroused again, she thought in horror. I'm becoming aroused with the need for sex, for release… My God, I've changed, changed into something unutterably hideous, and I have no control over myself… Yes, yes I have control, I have to stop this, I have to stop thinking these thoughts…
But she was only deluding herself, for her whole body was beginning to seethe with passion once again, her brain dwelling on the prurient sensations of her flesh and pushing away all other thoughts – pushing away the same and the hurt and the anger and the fear. She spread her legs far apart under the covers, opening her vaginal orifice erotically wide, and in a voice that was strange and muffled in her own ears she said, "Kirk, darling… Kirk, I want you."
There was a moment of silence, and then he said, "What?"
"I want you, Kirk. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me, Kirk, hard and deep. Now! Right now!"
He raised his head, staring down at her unbelievingly. Had he heard right? "Vicki, you can't be serious…"
"Oh yes I am," she said. "I'm serious, Kirk. I want you to make love to me. I want you to… fuck me, yes, I want you to fuck me, right here and now in this strange bed in this strange house. I want you to fuck me, Kirk darling. Please fuck me!"
Kirk's cock leapt into involuntary erection in his trousers at the obscene words his lovely young wife was whispering to him. What was the matter with her? Had she somehow become unhinged by what she had seen and done on this night? But, God, she's so lovely, so perfect… Yes, I want her, too! Christ help me, but I want her right now! I want to fuck her!
"Vicki… oh, Vicki, yes, I want you, I want to… fuck you!"
"Then do it! Hurry, darling! Get naked. Quickly, quickly!"
Kirk suddenly jumped to his feet and began to pull off his clothes for the second time that night. He was becoming incensed with passion as his brain dwelled on his wife's words, for he knew that this wasn't going to be an ordinary coupling between them. This was going to be something new, something special, something he had hoped and prayed for the entire year they had been married.
He was going to fuck his wife instead of simply having sex with her.
When Kirk was completely naked, his cock swaying menacingly like a cobra with its thick mushrooming head and ridged expanse, he lay down on the bed beside his wife and gathered her into his arms. Her hands immediately searched out the bloated sac of his sperm-filled balls, lovingly caressing the swollen softness. Then her hand closed around the base of his shaft and began to rub it lightly as her lips pressed hotly to the side of his neck as if trying to fuse with his skin.
Kirk's hand moved down between their tightly clasped bodies to fondle the moist, hair-lined furrow between his wife's velvet-soft thighs, little groans of rising pleasure escaping his lips. This foreplay was driving him to the brink of explosion, and the heat in his balls was so intense he thought he'd cum right then and there. He wanted to fuck her! Fuck her right now, this second – he couldn't wait to shove his long throbbing cock deep up into his wife's soft white belly.
"Vicki!" he groaned, wanting to use the words with her that he knew Eric Kaye must have used. "Vicki, take my cock and put it in your pussy! Do it now, baby! I want you now, baby!"
Vicki, too, was on fire, thinking only of fulfillment from the still burgeoning desire consuming her naked flesh. Flushing the covers out of the way, she raised herself quickly beside him, up onto all fours on the bed. Then she dipped her fingers down between his splayed legs, seizing his obscenely bobbing cock again and teasing the hardened head maddeningly with her thumb, making Kirk squirm and groan with the intensity of her manipulation. After a moment, she moved forward, raising one leg and sliding it across him so that she was straddling his belly with her knees pressed to his sides. The tight, elastic opening of her cuntal mouth was spread invitingly wide above the quivering head of his cock still held in her hand. Slowly, she guided the hot, fleshy monster up to her desire-moistened vagina, teasing the glans along the butter-soft slit with tantalizing slowness.
Kirk groaned ecstatically, and she crooned, "Do you like that, lover? Do you like that?"
"Oooooh, yesssss!" he bubbled.
Suddenly, without warning, Vicki dropped downward and impaled herself on his lust-burning shaft as if it was a knife and she was committing some kind of cleansing suicide which would make her spirit free and pure again.
"Aaaaaggghh!" she groaned as the full length of her husband's lust-engorged cock filled her vagina, slamming painfully against her cervix deep inside her quivering belly. She sat hard against his bloated balls, feeling them bulging against her buttocks, and began immediately to bob up and down, leaning forward on her hands spread wide out on either side of Kirk's shoulders. Her full, high-set breasts danced wildly back and forth with her effort, the nipples brushing his hirsute chest. Her cunt nibbled its way lewdly up his cock to the very crest, fell back to sheath it completely and then climbed to the tip once more. The sensitive muscles of her warm wet vagina clasped the turgid rod of flesh tightly, squeezing it, releasing it, squeezing it again as if it were a cow's teat and her tender but insistent pussy a strong milker's hand.
"That's it, baby, that's iiitttt!" Kirk screamed up at her, taking one tautly slaving ass-cheek in either hand and kneading them almost savagely in his passion. "Fuck it, Vicki my darling! Oh Vicki, God, Vicki, ride my prick and make me cum like you did to Eric!"
Vicki's cuntal passage was one throbbing mass of exquisite joy, so great a joy that she strove as she had never striven before to reach the pinnacle of the orgasm which was surging through her in swirling waves. Dear God, dear God! her brain cried. This was beautiful, this was wonderful… never had there been anything as good as this! How could she have failed to even try anything this good until now? How could she have been so blind in sexual matters? She wasn't a whore, wasn't a whore at all… no, for the first time she realized that she was just a woman, a woman coming awake as if from some dormancy, a woman becoming aware of desires and passions and depths which she had never known or even suspected were there! She was alive! Alive!