'Then take off your clothes.' His voice had grown husky.
Millie had no idea what he had in mind, but she wanted to please him. It seemed particularly important after what had happened outside.
She stepped back and turned away from the bed. She reached behind her neck, lowered the zipper on her dress partway, then reached up from below and pulled it the rest of the way down. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it drop.
She was naked, except for a bra. Danny gazed at her beautifully formed bottom, the cheeks silken and plumply rounded. His cock throbbed harder.
Millie tingled as she reached for the clasp of her bra and opened it. She still wasn't used to appearing before her husband in the nude, and she remained tense over what had happened on the lawn with Pete.
She turned to face Danny, resisting the urge to cover her triangular blonde tuft and the erect, elliptical mounds on her chest. Her pink nipples stood up, aimed at the junction of wall and ceiling.
'My God, you're beautiful!' Danny said, his tone reverent as well as passionate.
Millie smiled and approached the bed, her cheeks rosy. A barely perceptible quiver stirred her tits.
Danny twisted slightly and reached out with both arms. He slid one hand down her slender, graceful back while the other glided up a thigh. They met at her bottom, each cupping a rounded, rubbery mound. He wiggled Millie's ass as he pulled her closer to him.
Knowing what he wanted, she leaned forward. Her tits hung above his face like exotic fruit, ripe on the bough. Danny's mouth opened, and he let out a little groan as he caught a succulent nipple on his moist tongue and drew it into his mouth. Millie closed her eyes and wiggled her shoulders slightly as he sucked her tit, the full boob wobbling against his face.
With a soft little slurp, Danny let go of her wet, tingling nipple, and she shifted, sliding the other tit between his moist, loving lips. He sucked the nipple deep.
Danny's fingertips entered the cleft of her buttocks, one hand stroking downward until he was touching the hair-bordered, slippery folds of her vulva. The middle finger of his other hand tickled the hot, puckered dimple between her buttocks. Millie thrilled.
Danny let her well-kissed boobs bobble away. 'Take hold of my cock,' he growled softly.
'Danny…'
'Please.'
Taut with excitement, Millie pushed the sheet away and snaked her hand through the fly of his pajamas. She grasped her husband's warm, upthrust column and brought it out.
His prick was so stiff! And the head was rosy and plump. But Danny's organ wasn't as long as Pete's, Millie realized again. She shamed herself for making the comparison and let go of his cock.
'Don't drop it as if it was a hot poker,' he said.
'It is hot.'
'I know it. It's hot for you. Play with it, honey.'
'H-how do you mean?'
'Don't you know how a guy likes to be played with?' Danny's eyes twinkled warmly as he looked up at her.
'You know I never saw another man this way,' Millie said.
'Put your hand around it,' Danny instructed huskily. 'Pump it up and down.'
Millie blinked at him. 'What'll that do?'
'It'll make me come. That is, if you do it right.'
'Do you… want to come? I mean, like this?'
'I'd rather come inside you, baby. You know that. But we can't fuck. This is the next best thing.' He hesitated and looked at her searchingly. 'Or almost.'
God, if she would only suck me off! he thought. He'd had a girl do that for him once at the cat house in town. His brothers had taken him there when he was just sixteen. The girl he was with had seemed to get a kick out of the fact that he was a virgin. She had said, 'I want to eat this sweet thing before you ever stick it in anyone else.' And she had sucked it until he had come, spurting into her throat like Old Faithful. After that they had screwed. But the sucking had remained one of his fondest memories.
Danny assumed no decent girl would do such a thing, and he therefore hadn't asked any of the girls he had dated. He wouldn't think of asking Millie.
But God, if she only would! he thought. It would have thrilled him so much.
The question had crossed his mind as to why a decent girl wouldn't do as much for love as a whore would do for money. Anyway, the whore hadn't done it just for money. She had done it because she wanted to. But he supposed that's what had made her a whore – wanting to do things like that.
Millie stared at her husband's upthrust cock. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to do what he had asked of her. It seemed nasty somehow. But the idea stimulated her curiosity. She wondered how Danny's penis would look when it spurted. And she wondered if she could really please him that way.
Finally she wrapped her hand around the shank of his organ.
'Hey, that feels great!' Danny said. 'Your fingers are so soft and cool.'
'Just… what do I do?' Millie asked.
'Stroke your hand up and down – slow, but steady.'
'Like this?' Millie began stroking his cock.
'Yeah! That's good! Oh baby, that feels wild!'
Millie felt rather foolish, pumping Danny's stiff dick. But the fact that he was obviously enjoying it gave her pleasure.
'Harder now!' Danny groaned. 'Faster!'
He grasped her swaying, quivering tits, clutching both of them and squeezing. After a little while, he glided one hand to her ass while he brushed the other back and forth across the hard, pink tips of her titties, shaking the luscious boobs. His middle finger wormed into Millie's hairy softness. The lips of her pussy were excitingly wet.
She felt vaguely humiliated, because it seemed that she was being used. But she was giving Danny pleasure, and the act was kind of exciting. Inwardly, however, her frustration was building up.
'Oh, God!' Danny cried. 'JEE – zusss! Oh wow, that's good! Baby… angel… sweetheart!'
She pumped his stiff cock faster. Her hand flew up and down on the hard, throbbing column. Clear fluid had seeped out of the gaping little hole at the end of his prick and had washed over the bulging rosy head, making it gleam.
'Baby, I'm gonna – oh! Aaaaaagh!'
Danny's hips had lurched, and he felt blinding pain. The doctor had warned him against moving that way.
'Sto… stop,' he said. He lay panting.
'What's the matter?' Millie asked, slackening her grip on his prick. She was afraid she had done something wrong.
'I moved and… hurt myself,' he said, speaking with obvious difficulty.
'Oh, darling!' she exclaimed. She let go of his penis.
'It's all right now,' he said. 'I'll be careful not to move. You can start again.'
'Are you sure it's okay?'
'Yeah… yeah. I've gotta get my rocks off!'
Suddenly the whole thing seemed crude and degrading to Millie. Her mind skipped back across her happy honeymoon to what her mother had said about all men being selfish, interested only in pleasing themselves.
But she shouldn't blame Danny, Millie realized. He couldn't do anything for her as long as he was in the cast.
She resumed stroking his prick. Danny didn't say anything for awhile. He just stared at her and breathed heavily. Finally, though, he began to let out little cries. He grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it.
Millie's back was sore from bending forward for so long, and her arm ached from pumping. She hoped he would finish soon.
Suddenly Danny gasped, let out a strangling moan, and his cock erupted. A jet of thick, milky fluid spurted
