'Dave, I… I'm not in the mood.' She covered herself again and moved away from him.
'Honey, hey.' He slid against her again. 'Look. I want to make love to you. I really want to. Bad.' He pressed his dick to her thigh.
'I… not… in a little while. Later on. Okay?' She swung her legs over and sat on the edge of the bed, sheet tugged around her shoulders.
'Honey. Hey, I'm sorry I scared you. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you. To find me right there, all ready and everything.' Dave crouched behind her, stroking her head and back. 'I really want you… I really do.' The feel of her kept arousing him.
'Dave, not now. Please.' She got up and walked away.
'But why?' Dave asked her.
'It… it was… was that man. He… when he… did what he did… it scared me.'
'I know. But you said you felt okay. Just wanted to rest. You said that, Marilyn.' He turned her around and held her shoulders firmly.
'I… it… please… Dave. Later.' She tried to turn away but his arms held her firmly.
'I want you.' He pressed his hips forward so she could feel his erection on her belly. 'I want you now.'
'Dave. No!' She slapped him.
'Now!' He shoved her down, tearing the sheet away. She fell, sprawling naked on the thick carpet.
'God damn it.' Dave fell to her, lunging to hold her flat to the floor. 'Marilyn. Oh, God.' He stabbed with his prick for the snatch.
'NO!' She screamed and rolled away.
'Damn it!' He grabbed at her, got her hips and forced her out face down. 'I'm your husband, God damn it. I've got a right. I've got a right to fuck you.' He tried to roll her over, a wild lust hammering at his crotch. 'Alight!'
'No. No! Dave, please no. Let me alone.' She tried to crawl from him.
'Slit.' He hurled himself against her. His arms grappled on her chest, holding her in place. Her struggle increased his lust.
'NO!' She roared, fists flailing at his head and shoulders. 'No. Oh. No. I hate you. God. I hate you, hate you, hate you.' Her voice was shrill. 'I hate you, hate you, hate you, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!!'
Dave grabbed her thrashing hands and brought them to the floor. 'Shut up!!'
'No!' She spit at him. 'Animal! Filthy animal!!'
'Bitch!' He slapped her hard across the face.
'Ohhhhh!' Marilyn crumpled into sobs. 'Dave. Oh… God… oh… leave me alone.' Large tears slid over her cheeks. 'Dave… hate you. Hate you. Bastard. Animal. Thing!' She turned away as he slumped to the floor. 'Bastard.' She shook violently with her sobs. 'Hate you. Forever.'
'God damn,' Dave said slowly as he stood up. 'Crazy bitch.' He shook his head and picked up an old pair of jeans. 'Some fucking honeymoon this is!' He stuffed his wilting dick into the jeans and buttoned the fly. 'Son of a bitch!'
'Get out. Go. Go to hell. I hate you.' She did not look at him.
'I'm going for a walk.' He slung back the sliding door and strode out onto the beach. 'Stupid dumb cunt!'
'Ohhhhhhh!' Marilyn wailed. 'Ohhhhh, God!' Her cries carried through the evening air after him.
Brenda heard the last words of the argument. She peeked around the drapes in her room in time to see Dave walking rapidly away across the sand. It took her a few moments to get dressed. She followed the man, moving quietly.
Brenda's bare feet moved noiselessly over the soft sands. Dave slowed his pace and Brenda let the gap increase. When he stopped, she stood still, watching.
The man sat on a small rise of soft sand. After a moment Brenda went closer. 'Nice evening.' She stood near him.
'Hm… yeah.' He glanced at her, then looked over the waves again.
'How's Marilyn feeling?' Brenda now beside the man.
'Oh, she'll be all right, I guess.'
'You don't sound like you care very much one way or the other.'
'I don't right now.' He was silent for a minute. 'We had a fight.'
'Oh. I see.' She put her arms back and leaned against them, pushing her chest out, so her tits separated and stood clearly outlined by her blouse. 'Lots of married couples fight, Dave. You'll get over it.'
'Maybe so.'
'What was it about?'
'About… oh, just sort of silly, I guess.'
'You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, Dave. But sometimes it helps. Especially to talk to somebody outside objective and all that.'
'It… it was… about sex.'
'Most are.' She lay back in the sand.
'You're probably right. But, I don't know. Maybe husbands don't have rights.'
'She said no huh?'
'Right. Loud and clear. Maybe I did come on awful strong, but hell, I… well, I wanted her a lot right then. An awful lot.'
'Nothing wrong with that. It's really a compliment when the guy wants you so much he attacks you. Marilyn will learn that after a while.'
'I sure hope so. Christ, I… never mind.'
'Get it off your chest.'
'I… I still want it. Real bad.'
'Hold on. Let her stew awhile. She'll hate you for a bit, then start to miss you. But that takes time, Dave.'
'I don't know, Brenda.' Dave brushed sand from his jeans.
'How about a swim? Cool you off. Feel nice.'
'Well, it does sound like a nice idea. But I haven't got any trunks. Just these jeans.'
'So swim in them. No problem is there?' She got to her feet, standing close in front of the man. 'Or you could skinny-dip. It's dark out here, almost nobody around.'
'Oh, hey. No.'
'It would sure feel nice. Get all naked and splash in the water.' Brenda undid a button of her blouse. 'Come on. Come on, Dave! Let's do it.' Another button. Her breasts showed clearly. The third button parted; the fourth. She was bare to the waist.
'Brenda, take it easy, look, there's people over there. They'll see us…'
'So what?' She let one tit brush his bare chest. 'Or don't you dare?' The other breast pressed to his skin. 'I'll bet you're chicken.' She smiled right at him.
'Hey, I told you. I'm mated. Remember?'
'Dave, we're just going to swim! My goodness, what a dirty mind you've got.' She started to take off her shorts.
'Brenda! Wait!'
'I dare you.' She shucked off the shorts and stood naked in front of him. 'Oh, hey. Look… I…'
Brenda chanted as she danced into the flow of the waves. 'Dave's a chicken. Dave's a chicken.'
'Take it easy.' Dave waded out toward her, water sloshing around his ankles. 'Brenda, look, I…'
'Chicken! Chicken!' She splashed water at him.
'Hey, cut it out!' He smiled at her, laughing when the cool water splashed on his torso. The last glow of twilight clung around her. A hunk of moon shed a silver light, picking out the drops on her tits like diamonds.
Desire crept into his balls again, his need for sex, for a woman, returning with gathering strength.
'Come on, Dave!' Brenda slashed out farther, the waves curling around her tail.
Dave admired her trim body for a moment. His rocks made the decision for him. 'Okay.' He shoved down his pants, yanked them off, threw them up onto the beach and ran naked, after the woman.
