'Yes!'
'Okay,' he blurted. 'So I did it once.'
'What did you do?' she asked, stroking his dick more vigorously.
'I screwed one of the bar girls,' he admitted in desperation. 'Oh, God, Shari, you're making me hot!'
He lost control of himself and pushed her onto her back on the sofa. As he pulled up her skirt, she gasped, then laughed. She kicked at him playfully when he tried to get a grip on the elastic of her panties.
She managed to wriggle around and prevent him from removing her pants by pulling him down beside her on the narrow sofa. They lay snuggled close together, her hand encircling his cock once more.
'Tell me what the girl did,' she demanded hotly. 'Tell me all of it, Steve.'
'Oh, Shari, you don't want to know that. I wouldn't ever have done it except that I was so damned lonely for you.'
'It's all right, baby,' she said, nibbling at his face and stroking his hot rod. 'I understand. Just tell me. I won't blame you for anything.'
Even though she had him in a fever by this time, he continued to wonder what in the world had come over her. She had never been, like this before.
But he had already admitted his infidelity, and he was under such intense stimulation that he wanted to blurt out the rest of the daring tale, particularly since Sharon seemed so anxious to hear it.
'We… we went to the girl's room,' he said, 'and I paid her…'
'Go on.' Sharon squeezed his prick, and it throbbed responsively.
'I, uh, took off my clothes.' His voice was becoming very hoarse again.
'Were you like this,' she asked huskily, 'all stuck up and hard?' She tickled the head of his cock with her fingertips.
'Oooh, baby!' he moaned.
'Well, were you?'
'No. Not yet. Not until the girl did something to me.'
Sharon's excitement took an upward surge. 'What did she do, Steve?'
'She, uh… oh, you don't want me to tell you that!'
'I do!' she insisted. 'Tell me.' She began stroking his prick again.
'She, uh… well…' His inhibitions suddenly crumbled like a dam before a flood. 'Goddammit, she sucked my cock!'
'She did?' Sharon asked, gazing at him with slack lips, her eyes suddenly misty.
'Yes. Prostitutes do that if you pay them for it.'
'I'll bet lots of other girls do it, too,' she said. 'Lots of wives, even.'
'Shari!' He writhed. She was driving him nearly out of his mind.
'Didn't you ever have another girl do that for you, Steve?'
'No, I… Yes! Oh, dammit, Shari, I don't know what to say!'
She stared down at his beautiful, upthrust prick which she was holding around the base. The foreskin was completely retracted from the pink, bulging glans. Clear moisture had seeped out of the hole at its tip and had washed down the side of the tool. The scent of his aroused maleness drifted up to her nostrils.
She asked softly, 'Would you like me to suck your cock, darling?'
The turgid dong gave a spastic jerk, and for a moment he feared that it would go off.
'Oh, God, no!' he exclaimed in answer to her question.
'You wouldn't? Really?'
'You're too nice a girl.'
The sweet, silly fool! she thought.
But she didn't give up. 'I'd be willing to try it,' she said. 'Just how did the bar girt do it, darling? Did she just… lean down like this… and open her mouth… and…'
Shocked beyond words, he watched her bowler head to his upthrust cock and part her lovely pink lips. Then he felt the greatest thrill he had ever known as his sweet, 'innocent' wife took the throbbing head of his prick into her mouth.
'Aaahhhh!' he moaned, gritting his teeth. He jammed his eyes tightly shut as she began to suck and lick at his pecker.
Don't go off! Oh God, don't go off! he commanded his cock desperately.
'Sharon… Sharon… ooh, please…!' he moaned.
She lifted her head and ran her tongue over her moist, slack lips. 'What's the matter, baby? Wasn't it good? Didn't I do it right?'
'Ooh… it was… wonderful! But you mustn't!'
'Why not?' she asked with apparent innocence.
'It's fun.'
She bowed her head and once more seized his pulsating cockhead in her mouth. Her tongue circled the sensitive knob and fluttered against its tip. She licked the underside of the glans. And all the time she sucked gently on the throbbing shaft.
This proved too much for Steve. He had been struggling to maintain control, but he suddenly realized he would be unable to do so. It was too late by that time to force Sharon to lift her head or even to shout a warning. All he could do was groan raspingly as his prick gave a jerk and his balls geysered up their hot, thick, sticky juice.
'Nooo… nooo… noooo,' he moaned between gasps as his slime spurted into Sharon's mouth.
But she didn't respond with the shock he had expected. In fact, she sucked harder. He listened to the gurgling sounds she made and felt her throat muscles work as she greedily gobbled down his sperm. The thrill which he derived was beyond compare.
He felt a tremor pass through his wife's body, and she bit down on the spongy bulb of his prick just as he was completing his ejaculation. As difficult as it was to believe, she seemed to be having an orgasm herself.
Now she raised her head. Her eyes were glassier than ever, and she bore traces of his cum on her soft, slack lips. She cleaned them with her tongue and smiled in satisfaction.
'That was good,' she murmured, and snuggled down next to him, contented as a cream-filled cat.
'I… I didn't mean to do that,' he said.
'Shhh.' She placed her finger across his lips.
He was still reeling in shock, both from his wife's amazing conduct and from the intense ejaculation which had shaken him to the tips of his toes. In desperately seeking an explanation for her changed attitude concerning sex, he concluded that she must have missed him so intensely and been so hungry for love while he was gone that her cocoon of sexual inhibitions had simply burst from the sheer pressure of her desire.
In one way he was extremely pleased, but he also was disillusioned. He had considered Sharon different from the girls he had known before he was married, and he had taken pride in that. Since she had come to him a virgin, he supposed he had only himself to blame for her change; he had left her alone too long, and then he had spoken too frankly about the girls in that rough Alaskan town.
She wriggled against him and kissed him along the throat and cheek. Her moist lips finally made their way to his mouth and he imagined, as he kissed her, that he could taste the flavor of his sperm.
'Let's go to bed,' she said softly. 'I want you to tell me more about what you did in Alaska.'
'No. I don't want to.'
'Ooh, Stevie, come on,' she pleaded, once more bowing to his prick.
The organ now was flaccid, but her sucking mouth and stroking tongue quickly restored its hardness. Flushed with voluptuous sensation, Steve couldn't help but conclude that the advantages of having an uninhibited wife far outweighed whatever fancied benefit the other kind had to offer.
With his cock sticking out in front of him like the bowsprit of an old-fashioned sailing ship, Steve carried Sharon into the bedroom, anxious to further broaden her carnal education.
She felt marvelously exhilarated, for it appeared that she had a real husband after all – one who could satisfy her in every way. She didn't expect ever to yearn for Todd again. Their incestuous love, she believed, was a closed chapter of her life, and this conviction was as effective in easing her guilt as a visit to a father confessor would have been.
