forgotten.
'Oh… baby!' Cindy moaned. 'Darling, darling don't be mad. I need you inside me so much!'
'Yes… yes,' he heard himself say. He drew her closer to him, moving one hand down to encase the soft, smooth curves of her buttocks. She glued her mouth to his, darting her pink tongue in and out and along his teeth, and then brazenly moved her hand down to grasp his cock. Her cool contact made Howard quiver and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full length of her body, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide and poised his penis against the snug mouth of her hungry young cunt, the thin, hair-lined lips of her innermost desires relaxing with the overwhelming need of him to enter.
There, Howie… right there. Now!
He lunged, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her waiting passage, feeling her fevered, pulsating vagina almost greedily clasp his cock and absorb it. She wanted all of him tonight, and Howard was amazed that in spite of the rejection of the picture taking, she seemed almost wanton, almost completely lost in the world of sexual abandonment… he couldn't understand her, but didn't try, not with her pussy pushed forward until the head of his cock was pressed hard up against her cervix, her motions of a muscle spasming tempo. She held him tightly, not only with her clasping, smoothly sliding vagina, but with her widespread legs, kicking them out to the side and locking her slender ankles tight around his driving hips. He increased his own strokings, fucking into his wife with almost maniacal fury. Oh, God! He wasn't going to be able to last long tonight! Sometimes they would slowly and softly make love for hours, but not now, not at this rampaging, furious pitch! He was going to reach orgasm soon!
'Oooooohhh, Howie! You feel so good! So good!' his now voracious wife whimpered, kissing his neck and shoulders. 'Yes! Yes! That feels so goooddddd!' Then she began to babble incoherently, and he knew that Cindy was fast approaching her own climax, and that spurred him on to new, more powerful strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even higher off the bed and her moistly splayed cunt bucked wildly back up against his ramming penis.
'Ooooooohhhhhh… ooohhh Godddd!' she cried out as if tortured. 'I'm… I'm there! I'm theeeeerrrrrrreeeee!' With a sudden, deep throated groan, Cindy Jamison erupted underneath her husband, and in doing so it released Howard's dammed-up explosion. His cum churned through his swollen testicles and through his penile shaft, bursting through the unseeing eye to flood his wife's hungrily milking pussy. Again and again giant spurts of creamy seed flowed from him until at last he collapsed, a sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewlings of gratification.
As sanity returned to him, Howard edged his body off his wife and rolled over. Cindy, nearly asleep, kissed him lightly on the cheek and curled herself up in a warm ball.
'Good night, honey,' she murmured drowsily. 'Happy anniversary.'
'Sleep tight, honey,' he replied thickly, and then put the covers over her. As sleep overtook him, Howard thought that his wife was damned good in bed, in spite of her Victorian hang-up about oral or other forms of sex. He looked at her tenderly, and for some reason, he seemed to view her form, nestled as it was with but a sheet over her and the gown beneath her, as a picture.
A simple snapshot… one he would love to add to the few shots he'd taken this evening. But he knew it was one he'd never get. He sighed and turned over, shutting off the light and plunging the room into darkness again.
CHAPTER TWO
Ralph was sitting in the glassed-in cubicle which served as his office when Howard arrived at the Auto Circus lot the next morning. He waved, his round face beaming cheerfully, and motioned for Howard to join him.
'Morning, Howie,' Ralph said enthusiastically as Howard entered the office. He shook the younger man's hand. 'How's the head today?'
'Not too bad,' Howard confessed, his voice a little rueful. 'I guess I did over-indulge a little, though.'
'Nonsense, my boy. Anniversary celebrations were made for over-indulgence.' Ralph indicated the client's chair before his molded plastic desk, and then went around behind the modernistic furnishing and seated himself in his swivel chair. He cleared his throat, meeting Howard's eyes; his own were twinkling. 'Did you and Cindy, ah, go right to bed after we left, Howie?'
Howard felt heat inadvertently rise on his neck and cheeks as the remembrance of the previous evening's activities with his wife sprang full-blown into his mind once more. 'Well, we… I mean, that is… not exactly…'
Ralph chuckled softly. 'Tried out the ole Polaroid, eh?' he said sagely. 'Norma and I thought you probably would.'
Howard searched for words, but none of an appropriate nature came to his mind. He finally managed lamely, 'It's a very nice camera, Ralph. We… we appreciate such an expensive gift…'
'Did you — take some pictures of Cindy, Howie?' asked Ralph with a sly intonation.
Howard's face grew an even darker red. 'P-pictures?' he stammered.
'Sure,' said Ralph, winking. 'Like I told you. In the bedroom.'
'I… I…'
'Did you try out the timer?'
'The… the timer?'
'The fifteen-second timer, Howie,' Ralph said patiently. Then he leaned forward across the desk, dropping his voice conspiratorially. 'How far would she go, hey, boy? Just a little cheesecake, I'd guess. The girls are usually pretty shy at first.'
'I… I don't know what you mean, Ralph.' Howard was fidgeting nervously in his chair, his face flaming now.
'Oh come on, Howie,' Ralph said, leaning back in his chair again. 'There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Almost everybody who gets his first Polaroid-with-timer has the same ideas and does the same things. They're great little intimacy arousers. Get you hornier than hell, especially if you use the timer so that you get shots of you and the wife making it.'
Howard stared at his employer with widening eyes. He had known Ralph was open and frank to the point of coarseness at times, but never had he expected to hear such personal comments coming from the man. Why, he was practically suggesting that he, Howard, engage in lewd practices like… well, like voyeurism, for God's sake! Self-voyeurism, at that!
Ralph opened the walnut humidor on his desk and selected an imported cigar. He snipped off the end with a tiny pair of gold scissors, lighted it with a gold lighter, and blew a cloud of blue-gray smoke at the ceiling. 'You're not going to tell me you're less of a red-blooded man than I thought, are you, Howie? Especially after our little talk in the kitchen last night.'
Howard bristled a little at that, feeling some of the heat leave his face. 'What do you mean by that, Ralph?'
'Why do you suppose Norma and I gave you that Polaroid, my boy?'
'I don't know,' came the reply. 'Why did you?'
'Because I thought you'd appreciate the potential of such a gift, Howie, that's why. I got my first Polaroid four years ago, from Norma's sister, and I appreciated the potential right away. You seemed like the same kind of fun- loving, new-frontiers type that I am; if you hadn't, I wouldn't have allowed our friendship to bond as tightly as it has. Hell, I figured: why should I be having all the kicks, just because I've got a little more money in the bank than old Howie boy.'
'You… you mean, you and Norma have…?'
'Taken pictures of one another? And together, fucking? Sure we have, boy. Why, thousands of people do the same thing all over the country these days. It's the in-thing with those in-the-know.' He paused, measuring the younger man candidly. 'But, of course, you already knew that, didn't you?'
'Uh, well, sure I did, Ralph. Sure I knew that.'
Ralph allowed his smile to widen. 'That's what I thought. I didn't really believe for a minute that I'd
