fingers from her very wet twat and raised them curiously to her face.
She sniffed them. The odor was like that of Todd's prick when she had sucked it after it had been inside her cunt.
She slipped her wet fingers into her mouth and tasted them. Aaaah, she thought, that's good! She sucked them completely clean.
Talk about a pervert! she thought. Now I'm eating myself just the way late Todd.
But she didn't let this trouble her. She had more important problems on her mind, and they all centered on her relationship with Steve. She loved him, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She hoped they would have a home soon and he would settle down to a job nearby so that they could raise a family. But she would have to find a way to get the satisfaction from him that she now needed. She knew she wouldn't be content with the dull, straight sex they had shared before he went away.
Perhaps I can draw him out somehow, she speculated. He must be curious about other kinds of sex. Maybe he even done some of the other things with other girls, but he's afraid I would be shocked if he tried them with me. I have to help him realize that isn't so, without actually letting him know I've had the experience.
Oh, wow! she thought. That's going to be tough!
She gradually resumed diddling herself, imagining once more that it was Steve who was doing it. She pinched her nipples at the same time, going from one to the other. She stroked her fingers faster in her warm, frothing cunt.
Finally she came.
Though it wasn't a very satisfying climax, it at least permitted her to fall asleep.
The next morning Sharon received a letter from Steve.
'Well, baby, I'll be home in four days,' he wrote, 'so don't forget to start taking the Pill.'
Good old square, practical Steve! she thought.
But the letter was loving, also. He wrote, 'I can hardly wait to take you in my arms and smother you with kisses. You don't know how miserable I've been without you all these months!'
He had a month's leave, with pay, before he would have to return to Alaska for his next five-month stint as foreman of the survey crew. That was to be the last separation for Sharon and him, they both had hoped, but now Sharon began to think about persuading him not to go back at all.
But she had better wait and find out how they got along together, she decided, before she suggested anything. If there were problems, they might need another period of separation to get straightened out.
Still, she hoped and believed they would be able to make an adjustment. Somehow.
The next few days passed with agonizing slowness. Sharon was lonelier than ever. But at least she had something to look forward to.
She put the apartment in perfect order, making certain to eradicate every trace of Todd's presence. She went over her wardrobe with care and took pains to stock all the food items that Steve enjoyed.
She talked to her friends in the building and cautioned them not to mention to Steve that Todd had been there. 'My husband and brother don't get along very well,' she lied. 'Steve would be angry if he knew Todd had been around.' Her friends seemed to accept the explanation, and they agreed to cooperate.
On the day before Steve's arrival, Sharon had nothing to do but wait. She found herself wondering, as she had done many times before, just how he had passed his leisure time in Alaska. He'd had little to say on that subject in his letters, except to assure her repeatedly that he wasn't looking at any of the local women, practically all of whom were either prostitutes or primitive Eskimos.
But it didn't seem normal to Sharon for a man to go completely without sex for five months – even a man who loved his wife. In the past, she had wanted to believe Steve's declarations that he was living the life of a monk. But since her adventure with Todd, she almost wished her husband would admit he hadn't told her the truth. It would make her jealous to know he had been fooling around, she thought but it also would ease her guilt. And for him to come out and admit the truth to her, if indeed he had been unfaithful, would provide the basis for a new and franker relationship between them, she believed.
She had matured considerably during the last few weeks, and she wanted Steve to treat her as the grown-up woman she had become, instead of as the sweet, childish bride he had left behind.
Even so, she wouldn't dare tell him about Todd. That would have to remain her own secret forever – unless he somehow found out.
The time finally arrived for her to go to the airport to meet him. She was fluttery with eagerness, but there was more than a trace of apprehension and guilt mixed in. However, as soon as she saw her tall, handsome husband enter the waiting room, her negative feelings vanished – for the moment, at least – and she was filled with pure joy.
Steve Wagner was twenty-six years old, dark-haired, and slender. He hesitated, scanning the room hopefully. When he saw her hurrying towards him, his dark eyes lit up, and he grinned broadly. They rushed into each others arms.
Sharon thrilled to the strong, protective feeling of his anus around her. There seemed no question that here was where she belonged – in the embrace of the man she truly loved. His lips were warm and eager, and she returned the kiss with equal warmth. His tongue didn't enter her mouth, but she hadn't expected him to kiss her that way in public. Only occasionally had he ever given her a French kiss, even when they were in bed. She didn't use her tongue in the welcoming kiss, either.
After he released her and she stepped back a bit, he said happily, 'Oh, baby, it's so good to see you! You look great!'
'So do you, darling,' she replied, team of joy glistening in her eyes. 'Come on – let's get out of here and go home, where we can really say hello to each other.'
He knew what she meant, and her eagerness pleased him. But he had to pick up his luggage first, and he led the way to the baggage counter.
It happened that the service was fast that afternoon, and within a few minutes they were in a taxi, headed for their apartment house.
Again he drew her into his arms and they kissed. She felt a warm glow spread through her. She wanted him passionately. It was all she could do to keep from caressing him between the legs and inviting his intimate caress in return. But this would have shocked him, she knew, and she restrained herself.
The ride was a short one. Steve paid the cabby and carried his bags upstairs. He and Sharon had been chattering about Alaska, his work, and what she had been doing to pass the time while he was gone. But neither of them had mentioned sex. It was as if they were nonsexual creatures when they were apart.
'The old place looks just the same,' he said as he entered the apartment.
'I bought a few new things,' Sharon said, pointing to some bric-a-brac. But neither of them were interested in that at the moment.
He took her in his arms for the third time. Now they were free to melt together until, in short order, they would find themselves in bed and they would be truly one.
His warm lips opened hers, pressing and quivering urgently, stimulating Sharon to flutter her tongue lightly against the tip of his. This was not too brazen, she thought, and yet it would signal him as to what she wanted. He took the cue and glided his moist tongue deep into her mouth. She wanted to suck on it passionately, but she resisted that impulse. Such suggestive actions were taboo.
It wasn't necessary for her to suck his tongue in order for him to derive a great deal of stimulation from the kiss. The fact that his tongue was in her mouth, her moist lips pressed to his, and her warm, cuddly form was against him was sufficient. His eager cock received the message and lifted against his wife's belly.
She felt his surging response, and this heightened her own excitement. She let her hips give a little twist, snuggling even closer to him.
Her mouth slid moistly off his, and she whispered into his ear. 'Take me to bed, darling. I've missed you so!'
He lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. She gave him quick little kisses all around his mouth as she clung to his neck. He put her down on the bed.
He shrugged off the light jacket he was wearing and kicked off his shoes. He lay down on the bed beside her and rolled her into his arms. Again they kissed passionately, their tongues fluttering back and forth from her mouth to his.
