Thanks to her encouragement earlier, there was more tongue action in their kisses today than ever before. This caused Sharon to wonder fleetingly whether her husbands lack of imagination in the past as a lover had been more her fault than his. Perhaps all he needed was for her to take the lead.
His hand moved restlessly over her pliant form as she lay on her side against him. He stroked her hip and tit and thigh. Eventually he moved his hand underneath her moderately long skirt and caressed her smooth, warm thighs above the tops of her stockings. He dared to venture even farther and stroked the nylon-clad curves other bottom.
'Undress me, darling,' she murmured.
He was eager to comply.
He pushed her skirt up and admired the loveliness of her stockinged legs. Her cute pink panties, which were trimmed in white lace, clung to the warm roundness of her hips, her gently curved belly, and the ripeness of her pussy mound. He let his fingertips trail along her legs, then bent and kissed her moistly between a stocking top and the edge of her panties. Sharon was thrilled.
She wanted him to go all the way and kiss her pussy, as Todd had done, but she knew this was too much to expect from Steve. She wondered if he had ever kissed any woman's cunt.
He slowly peeled down her stockings, caressing her legs lovingly and planting little kisses along them. He removed her stockings and shoes.
He helped her sit up, and unfastened her dress. She raised her arms, and he lifted the garment over her head. Her bra was next to go, liberating her luscious tits.
Groaning with delight, he filled his hands with the shapely, resilient mounds and caressed them sensually.
'That feels so good,' Sharon said. 'Ooh, I love it!'
He bent and lifted one boob to his lips. He licked and sucked at the turgid nipple. Magnificent sensations radiated through her.
She reached out for his lap and found his cock very hard inside his pants. She squeezed and stroked his cramped erection through the material. She would have unzipped him and lifted out his pecker, but she feared, he would regard this as too forward.
It was frustrating to hold back, now that she was sexually liberated.
Steve gently eased her into a reclining position once more, and slipped her panties off. She shifted her legs apart and watched him dreamily through half-closed eyes as he looked at her alluring pussy.
'That's what I want,' he said huskily. 'Oh, God, that's what I want!'
He placed his hand on the soft, pouty cuntlips and wiggled them as he rubbed gently up and down. Her clit rose and tried to protrude into the open.
Play with it! she wanted to tell him. Tickle it with your finger. Get down and lick it! But she didn't say anything.
He leaned back and gazed at her lovingly as he began taking off his clothes. She watched him. The removal of his shirt revealed that he was wearing woolen long johns.
'Don't laugh,' he said with a grin. 'Where I've been, these long-handled things are a necessity.'
She returned his smile. 'Just get it off,' she urged. She felt as if she were burning up. She didn't know how she would be able to wait for even another minute.
He struggled out of his trousers, then pulled off his socks. He unbuttoned the top of the long johns and pushed it down. She continued to watch him closely, her eyes narrowing as he pushed the woolen underwear down off his belly. Suddenly his aroused cock flipped out and locked into a rigid, upthrust erection.
'Oooh, Steve!' she exclaimed, and reached out to grasp his rod.
She stroked the stiff tool, gliding the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans. This caused his pink cockhead to alternately swell into view and recede. Her mouth watered, wanting to encompass this most masculine part of him and taste its intoxicating flavor. She wanted to find out if his prick tasted like Todd's. But she didn't dare go that far without some sign from him that it would be all right.
He struggled to work his legs out of the underwear and tossed the bulky garment aside.
Nude, and ready to prove his love for his beautiful young wife, he rose up on his knees. She let go of his dick and lay back, opening her legs wide for him.
'Come on, baby,' she said. 'Hurry! Ooh, I want you!'
'And I want you, angel,' he replied as he climbed onto her.
She grasped his rigid cock again and tilted it down to the mouth of her cunt, which had flared open in excitement. As she felt his cockhead kiss her puffy gash, she responded with a tremendous surge of passion, and her hips lifted of their own accord to enclose his turgid rod at the exact moment of his thrust. He entered her hole deeply, and his thick cock throbbed in her moist, warm snatch.
'Oooooh!' she sighed. 'That's wonderful! Ooh, you're so haaard!'
'I ought to be, angel. It's been a long time.'
'Let's make up for it now,' she panted. 'Do me good!'
'Baby!'
He began to fuck her. His strokes were long and evenly paced, and his rigid shaft brushed her erect clitoris each time Sharon responded by grinding and bobbing her hips. She lifted her legs up over his back and clamped them against him for better leverage. She returned his screwing, thrust for thrust.
His magnificent dong gave her great pleasure as the thick head forged deep in her narrow channel, stretching the sensitive membranes of her cunt. Each time he bumped the bottom of her well, the moist, hair-encircled mouth of her pussy ground into the coarse hairs around the base of his prick. His nuts bounced against the tender dimple of her asshole.
He lay fully forward onto her, his chest bearing against her hard nipples. His pumping flanks brushed the inner surfaces of her thighs. She received exquisite titillation from each of these responsive zones, and her frenzy built quickly.
But even more wonderful than all the physical stimulation was the great sense of love and oneness which she felt, now that her own man was with her – was fucking her – at last.
'I love you, I love you!' she exclaimed passionately.
'I love you, too!' he said, and she knew he meant it.
His long cock moved more rapidly, but still with lengthy strokes penetrating deep into her cunt on every thrust. His stomach slapped against hers. She could hear the wet sounds of their sex organs fucking noisily together.
She gripped her husbands strong back, letting her fingernails dig in. She moved her hips more urgently as she drove her palpitating cunt in staccato fashion at his driving cock. He speeded up, shifting to short strokes.
She gasped, then moaned, and finally let out a sharp little cry as her orgasm blossomed warmly. Steve came moments later, and Sharon experienced an added wave of ecstatic vibrations as his warm jizz spurted deep inside her cud.
She hugged him tightly and kissed him around the face and neck. Then he caught her mouth with his, and their tongues stroked moistly.
A marvelous sense of release and completeness went through her. It was wonderful to have Steve home again at last! she thought.
But he had hardly rolled over to lie quietly beside her, his hand clasping hers, when the apprehensions and conflicts which had troubled her earlier were reborn. She had been forced to keep her guard up constantly while they were fucking, for fear she would say or do something that would offend Steve or make him suspicious. And there was a certain nagging dissatisfaction, now that her release was tapering off. She hadn't been fully at ease and free to express herself in the way she had wanted to. Also, she felt somewhat cheated because Steve hadn't made love to her more thoroughly. It had been the same old story – a quick joining of their sex organs as they lay face to face, and a frenzied movement to completion.
She now knew that there was more to sex than that. She wondered if Steve didn't know this also, and if he hadn't practiced the variations with someone at some time or other – perhaps even during the last five months.
She decided to try and find out.
