his cock once more.
He had acquired a perfect new hard-on. She stroked the hard shaft lovingly as he sucked her tits.
'Go down on me, Steve,' she begged. 'Please go down on me!'
He was so aroused by this time that he couldn't refuse. But his suspicion about her heightened. She was just too anxious for him to lick her twat. As much as he hated to believe it, he could hardly avoid the conclusion that she had gotten her cunt lapped by somebody else.
He crossed under her near thigh and brought it to rest on his shoulder as he bent close to her gash. He held her other thigh against the bed and moved it as far from its twin as was comfortably possible. Her slit widened, and the pink inner folds were exposed. Those luscious cuntlips were moist with excitement.
He stuck out his tongue and swabbed it gently up one edge of her pussy mound, plastering her pussy hairs against the soft, pliant flesh.
'Oooooh!' Sharon moaned. She was beside herself with passion.
Steve licked down the other large cuntlip. Then, using his thumbs, he widened her succulent crack until her entire cunt was exposed. He lay his tongue into it and lapped very gently across her urethra and her clit, which tinged ecstatically in response.
'Steve! Ooh, angel!' she cried. 'I love that!'
He continued to lick her clitoris, working round and round the hooded nubbin, then across it several times. Her hips bobbed spastically, making it difficult for him to remain on target. But she couldn't help herself. Steve's licking was even better than Todd's had been! she thought. He was a wonderful lover!
Finally he caught her clit between his moist, warm lips and sucked on the sensitive little lump of erectile tissue. She shrilled her delight.
Next he let his tongue glide fully into the mouth of her cunt, and rotated it in the soft, moist, enticingly scented hole. His suspicion that another man had recently driven his dick into that intimate receptacle created something of an aversion to the act, but he was determined to prolong the cunt-lapping to make certain she would be ready for the thrust of his cock.
Her pussy palpitated around his fucking tongue as rich moisture dribbled onto it and slid down his throat.
He kept stroking his tongue in and out of her cunt hole until she reached a frenzied pitch of arousal. Then he stopped the tongue-fucking and quickly crawled up beside her, flopping onto his back. She leaped astride him immediately.
'Oh God, ooh God,' she panted, 'I've got to have this!' She clutched his moist, throbbing cock and tilted it into her descending split.
She sat straight up and flexed her legs perfectly, not bearing down on him too hard, and imparted a magnificent massage to his prick. This gave further support to his suspicion about her. A woman who had never fucked this way – and Sharon had never before screwed like this with him – wouldn't likely have done it so well the first time, he thought.
He closed his eyes, refusing to look at her – though she was a provocative sight, with her full boobs bobbing and her hair swinging like some exotic horse's mane. He concentrated entirely on the voluptuous sensations she imparted to his prick as her cunt twisted and stroked around it. He began to drive his rod rhythmically up into her sloshy hole.
She let out little whining sounds as she humped faster and faster.
Finally she began to babble: 'Ooh, darling… oooh… oooooh… God, that's good! Oooh, fuck me! FUCK MEEEE!!'
She came tumultuously, her hot cunt grasping his cock like a velvet-gloved hand, and he squirted upward into her womb again and again.
He was limp with satiation when his ejaculation finally stopped, and he lay motionless, his prick softening in her cuntal grip.
She lay forward against him, mashing her tits on his chest. She felt wonderfully satisfied. This had been a delightful evening – perhaps the greatest of her entire life.
There was, however, one slight note of apprehension. She wondered if he was still suspicious of her. She had been a bit too bold with him, she realized. Once they had gotten started with the oral lovemaking, it had been impossible for her to hold back.
He had no actual reason to suspect anything, she assured herself. At least, he couldn't prove anything against her. Still, she was sorry she hadn't been able to exercise more restraint.
But if she had exercised restraint, she wouldn't have had such a luscious time, and right now that seemed to be the most important thing.
'I love you,' she said as she kissed him on the lips.
He returned the kiss, but without enthusiasm. And he didn't say anything.
He does suspect me, she concluded fearfully. What am I going to do?
Steve awakened during the night and brooded as he lay beside his sleeping wife. Incredible as it seemed, in view of the fact that she had always been so sweet and loving, it now appeared to him a virtual certainty that she had cheated on him while he was away.
He wondered who the man was and how the affair had come about. Sharon must have fancied herself in love with the guy, Steve thought, or she wouldn't have gotten mixed up with him. Steve still couldn't regard her as the sort who would play around casually.
He wanted to know all about it. He wanted to demand a full accounting from her. But she would only deny the whole thing, he realized. Without proof, he would be made to look like a fool, and he had too much pride to permit that.
He wondered whether she still had some feeling for the other man and whether she intended to see him again. Jealousy racked Steve's mind.
He sat up in bed and looked at Sharon, who was sleeping so peacefully. Now she seemed as sweet and 'innocent' as ever. But he knew that wasn't so.
What a bittersweet homecoming this had been! he thought. He had discovered in his bride of less than one year a depth of passion which he hadn't dreamed she possessed. This would have given him cause for rejoicing, if it weren't for the fact, that another man had awakened that passion within her. Now Steve felt betrayed.
Tossing and turning, he remained awake for quite some time. When he finally went back to sleep, his dreams were troubled, mirroring the conflict and confusion in his conscious mind.
A wife was worth coming home to only if she was true, he believed. Otherwise she was no better than the whores he could have when he was away. And love was just a word unless she felt it for him alone.
The fact that he too, had been unfaithful was of no importance in his view. A different standard applied to men.
Sharon had been liberated from her Victorianism, but Steve was still firmly in the grip of his.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sharon awakened first.
She sat up and looked at her sleeping husband – whiskers bristling from his cheeks, and his hair mussed. He wasn't exactly handsome now, but she loved him anyway. She loved him very much.
Moving cautiously, so as to avoid waking him yet, she lowered the covers from his body. He was lying on his back with his legs flung somewhat apart, and his cock and balls were fully displayed.
His prick was soft and lying sideways. It bore some slightly crusted remnants of the previous nights juicy fucking.
Sharon bent close to her husband's rod and blew gently. Her breath tickled him, and he stirred. But he didn't quite awaken.
She took hold of his cock and stroked the foreskin up and down several times, causing his pink glans to alternately surge into the open and disappear. This action brought a rush of blood flowing into his tool, and erection occurred even before he woke up. That surprised Sharon.
The stimulation did awaken him, however. He blinked, felt the pleasurable warmth which her hand had
