induced, and reached out for her. Then he remembered what he had concluded the previous evening and withdrew. He lay on his pillow and merely looked up at her, unsmiling and saying nothing.
She smiled. 'Good morning, darling.' She kept her hand around his stiff cock but didn't move it.
'Morning,' he said finally.
'Sleep well?'
'Are you, uh, in the mood?' She smiled again, impishly.
'Not right now,' he said, moving her hand away from his cock.
He might as well have slapped her across the face.
'But you've… you've got a hard-on,' she told him.
'That's because I have to piss,' he said, deciding there was no reason to restrict his language when he talked with her from now on. He wasn't interested in protecting her feeling in other ways, either.
His language didn't bother her, but his attitude certainly did.
'Go ahead and piss,' she told him, her tone somewhat testy. 'I'll wait for you.'
He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, his hard prick sticking out in front of him. As she watched him leave, she got the idea that he might remain in the bathroom to shower and shave, and she didn't want that. She needed him this morning, but even more importantly she wanted to get him over his suspicious pique. She felt that the way to accomplish this was to force herself on him, thereby demonstrating that she loved him and making him prove that he loved her in return.
She got out of bed and followed him, pushing open the bathroom door.
While Todd was living with her, she had watched him urinate once. She had been curious, and so she had watched. He hadn't minded. But now, when she moved up to Steve, he turned his back. He was bent a little forward, so that he could aim his straight prick down at the toilet, and his urine was striking the water with a loud, vigorous sound.
She started to move around in front of him, and again he shifted his position. His urine continued to flow briskly. Laughing, she jumped back and forth until finally he gave up trying to conceal himself, and she watched the completion of his urinating.
He milked his cock dry, and she watched that also. His tool was soft now, but it remained longer than when completely relaxed.
He glared at her. 'Well, are you satisfied?'
She smiled. 'That was, cute. But I won't be satisfied until after we get back into bed.'
'I don't want to go back to bed,' he said bluntly.
She realized that some drastic action was called for if she was going to bring him around, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Steve was shocked. He tried to push her away and to turn and leave the bathroom, but she grasped his ass and held on tightly, her fingertips sinking into his crack.
She tilted her head to the side and bent to catch the end of his prick in her mouth. His foreskin was down, and his glans felt funny with the hood around it. As she began to suck at the flaccid instrument and to tongue the softly ruffled lip of foreskin, she tasted not only a trace of last night's fucking but some very salty, strong drops of piss, as well.
Still, she enjoyed what she was doing and remained intent upon arousing him. Though he was repelled by her aggressiveness in sucking his cock right there in the bathroom and immediately after he had urinated, he nevertheless responded. His cockhead swelled in her mouth, and his foreskin began to retract. Her tongue pushed the covering the rest of the way back, and she sucked his naked, tasty glans.
His cock was sticking straight out and upward, and she didn't have to hold it any longer. This permitted her to slide her hand down and fondle his nuts while she glided her encircling lips up and down, up and down, on his slick, hard, knob-ended pole. He writhed on the balls of his feet and groaned. He began to jab his prick in and out of his wife's sucking mouth.
But she didn't want him to finish that way this time. She wanted a more active demonstration of desire on his part. He was going to have to prove that he really wanted her, in spite of his suspicions. Then gradually, she hoped, she would be able to convince him that those suspicions were groundless.
She quit sucking his cock and let it flip out of her mouth to stick up – hard, wet, and gleaming. She got to her feet.
'Come on, darling,' she said, as she began leading him back to the bed.
He had to go along. Through it seemed to him she had turned into a whore, he wanted and needed her now.
She climbed onto the bed, and he got another surprise when she positioned herself on hands and knees. This was another position he had never used with her, and it therefore furnished further evidence of her infidelity while he was gone. But passion was ruling him now, and he eagerly dropped onto his knees behind her.
She bent fully forward until her boobs were pressed against the bed. This made her cunt excitingly available to him, and, as she moved her knees farther apart, her ass crack opened to reveal to him, for the first time, the cute puckered dimple of her bung.
She rotated her hips teasingly, and the entire erotic display moved round and round. 'Come on, be my doggy, darling,' she said, using an expression that Todd had taught her.
Steve's erection gave a jerk. Then he grasped the sturdy pole, wiggled closer, and stabbed his cockhead into the meaty swamp of her cunt.
She pushed backward, and her cunt actually seemed to gulp up his thrusting rod. He sank the bone-hard rod all the way into her hole, and her cushiony butt came to rest against his belly.
He placed his hands on her smooth, rounded hips. She resumed rotating them as he began to I pull and thrust, driving his prick in and out of her well-oiled hole.
It was great fucking! Steve thought.
If only he hadn't known what he knew about her, he would have considered himself in paradise. Coming home from the cold desolation of Alaska to this kind of intimate warmth was the dream of every man on his crew. And he had it right in his hands and around his pulsating, probing prick.
But it was a faithless cunt he was fucking.
Another mans cunt, he thought, though supposedly committed to him by marnage.
Resentment combined with his lust to drive his cock harder and faster. He draped himself over the back of his wife, and filled his hands with her soft, dangling tits as he screwed her viciously.
She loved the vigor of his assault, taking its ferocity as proof of his desire for her.
'Fuck me… fuck me!' she chanted. 'Ooh, baby, keep fucking me haaard!'
He fucked her as hard as he could, driving his brutal prick up her slippery, snug channel, slamming his belly against her bouncy ass. Gasping, then moaning with bliss, she came. The spastic contractions of her pussy brought him along, and he blasted his hot sperm unto her cunt, his cock twitching and his balls emptying themselves ecstatically.
'Ooh, darling… darling… that was so wonderful!' she said, her knees sliding backward as she sank onto her belly.
Steve came to rest atop her, his prick still embedded in her cunt. He didn't say anything.
She moved forward, breaking their connection, then twisted onto her back to look up at him. 'What's the matter?' she asked earnestly. 'Why aren't you talking to me?'
'It's nothing,' he said. But his tone and expression made clear the fact that it was something very important indeed.
'I love you,' she said again, and added, 'only you.'
He asked, 'Are you sure?'
'I'm positive,' she said.
He wanted to believe her. But he could not. He pushed himself up onto his knees and backed off the bed.
'I'm gonna take a shower,' he announced, and went into the bathroom.
Sharon's happiness vanished in the realization that her marriage was in serious trouble. She loved and wanted Steve; she felt certain that she wouldn't look at another man again, even Todd. But Steve evidently was so suspicious of her conduct while he was gone that he couldn't respond to her as he used to.
Or maybe he didn't like the idea of having a sexual liberated wife, she conjectured. Maybe he preferred her as
