'Oh, I'm so happy!' she exclaimed to Steve, kissing him as she clung to his neck.
He carded her into the bedroom and placed her in the center of the bed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Steve removed all his clothes, then lay down beside his wife. Her hand immediately encircled his prick, which was ropelike again but rather firm. Only a few strokes were required to restore the organ to thrusting stiffness.
'So tell me what the prostitute did after she sucked your cock,' Sharon said, by way of recalling the subject they had been discussing earlier.
'She let me take her, of course,' Steve reported.
'How did you take her, darling? Describe it to me.'
'Well, I…' He slid his hand up Sharon's bare thighs, pushing her skirt in front of it. He petted her tummy through her thin nylon panties, and her flesh shivered erotically.
'J want to take you now,' he said.
'Fuck me the way you fucked her,' Sharon requested.
It thrilled Steve to hear his wife use that forbidden word, and his hard dick jerked in her warm, encircling grasp.
'I, uh, didn't really fuck her, I guess you could say.' He pulled down the elastic top of Sharon's panties and bent to kiss her on the belly. 'I sort of let her fuck me.'
'What do you mean?' Sharon asked innocently.
'She got on top of me,' he explained.
'Did you enjoy that, darling?' Sharon asked. 'Do you like it when a woman gets on top of you?'
'Yes, it was… very good.' He was having trouble with his speech again.
'I think I'll get on top of you this time,' she said. 'Hurry up and take off my panties.'
He gave a little groan as he pulled her panties down, baring the delicate, golden-red tuft on her pussy mound, then the hair-lined lips of her cunt itself. 'God, you're beautiful!' he exclaimed.
'More beautiful than the prostitute?'
'Much more.'
'Was she a blonde or brunette?' Sharon asked as Steve removed the panties from her upraised feet.
'Half and half,' he said.
Sharon giggled. 'You mean the hair on her pussy wasn't the same color as the hair on her head?'
He groaned again and leaned closer to her lovely crotch. 'How'd you learn a word like pussy?' he asked.
'Oh, I heard it somewhere. Girls know all those words, even they don't use them.'
'I like you to use them,' he said, 'when we like this.'
'And I like you to use them on me,' she told him.
She certainly had changed, all right! Steve thought. He couldn't get over it.
He leaned closer to her adorable cunt, blew at it, and watched the silken hairs dance.
'Do you like my pussy?' Sharon asked.
'I love your pussy, darling,' he said huskily. 'It's the cutest pussy in the whole world!'
'Why don't you… kiss it?' He sat up and stared at her. She smiled.
'Well, I kissed you down there, didn't I?' she pointed out.
He didn't say anything. He was thinking. He had persuaded himself that her sucking of his cock had been on impulse, merely the result of a crazy urge that had come over her on the spur of the moment. But for her to come out and ask him to reciprocate by kissing her between the legs – that suggested premeditation or, at least, pre- knowledge. He hadn't said anything about kissing the Alaskan whore that way.
'What's the matter?' she asked when he continued to stare at her strangely. She was afraid that she had been too bold.
'How did you know about… kissing down there?' he asked her.
'All girls know about that, silly.' She tried to treat the matter casually. 'And most of them wish their men would do it.'
'You never asked me to do it before.'
'You never asked me to suck you, either,' she said.
'I didn't want you to. I mean, I didn't think you should.'
'But you enjoyed it. Oh, Steve, let's quit being silly with each other.'
By now he was severely troubled. Sharon wasn't just different than she had been before: she was like another person altogether. How could she possibly have changed so much… unless…
No! Steve thought. I won't believe she's been unfaithful to me!
But if she had, he conjectured, that might explain why she hadn't gotten any when he had revealed his own infidelity.
'Darling come on,' she coaxed, caressing him about the head and exerting a gentle downward pressure. 'Treat me nice, hmmm?'
He had no objection to kissing her cunt. In fact, the idea appealed to him. But her knowledge of the act and her eagerness unnerved him. The possibility that she had been with another man kept haunting his mind.
No! I won't believe it! he told himself again.
There must be another explanation. She probably just heard about muff-diving like she said, and was curious to try it.
But why wasn't she ever curious before?
'Did you kiss the prostitute down there?' Sharon asked as he continued to hesitate.
'No!'
'Didn't she appeal to you that way?'
He lifted his head. 'Goddammit, Sharon!'
'All right!' She closed her legs and scooted to the edge of the bed. 'Don't do it. I don't care.'
'I want to ask you something,' he said, 'and I want you to be as honest with me as I was with you. Will you agree?'
She knew what was coming and prepared herself. 'Of course.'
'Was there somebody else while I was gone?'
She seemed shocked. 'Darling, how could you even think such a thing?' she asked, looking him right in the eyes.
She seemed to be telling the truth. Though he felt better, his suspicion wasn't completely laid to rest.
His cock had slumped during the last few minutes. Sharon noted this, and she reached out to clasp the softened tool in her hand again.
'That feels good,' he admitted, smiling.
'Then don't be a meany,' she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
'I'm sorry I accused you,' he said, rolling onto his side to face her.
They kissed, and he unfastened her dress. She helped him remove it and then he took off her brassiere.
Her full boobs stand restlessly as she settled onto her back. Her pink nipples lengthened.
'I love these,' he told her, brushing his hands across her beautiful tits, causing them to wobble sensually.
'Did the prostitute have better ones?' she asked.
'No. Hers were skinny.'
'Maybe mine are too fat.'
'Yours are perfect!' he exclaimed as he quickly bowed his head to them.
He caressed her titties tenderly, causing the resilient mounds to shiver, and he chased her bobbing stiff nipples with his lips and tongue.
Sharon thrilled to the touch of his hand and to his nibbling and licking. Her nipples seemed to swell even larger. They felt as if they were about to burst.
His moist lips tugged at first one nipple, then the other, and her excitement increased. She reached out to grip
