'Oh, Danny!' she moaned. 'I hope what we're doing isn't wrong. Because you make me feel so good!'
'Oh, Buffy, I think I'm going to come!'
Once more, the old panic struck. But she didn't let him see it.
'Well, if you have to, you have to. But if you come right now, will you do it to me again? I feel something about to explode inside me, too, but it might take me a little longer. You don't mind, do you, Danny?'
'Oh, no! Gosh! I mean, if it takes you a long time, I'll stay with you just as long as you want me to. I mean, I could keep this up all day!'
Buffy pulled his head into her shoulder and smiled. There was more than one way to skin a cat, she decided.
Danny began pumping hard now, jabbing into her faster and faster. She had to admit his cock felt good. It was big enough to practice her squeezing techniques on, and his inexperience was exciting in its own way. She decided that this was better than getting plowed by any man who wanted to throw her on the ground. It was better than being tied up. Better than feeling guilty, and making other people feel guilty.
'Ahhh, Buffy! Owww, I can't hold it any longer! I've gotta do it! I've gotta, eeeaaayyyyhhhh!'
He seemed to shoot more this time than when they'd done it before. Perhaps it was because of the preliminary lovemaking. Buffy was learning a few things too, and she thought about them as she held his body close to hers and stroked his hair.
'Okay, Danny, just rest up for a minute. We have at least two more hours before Daddy comes home!'
Martha Malone was just paying the cab driver when she saw Buffy and Danny walk out the front door of the house. They were talking and looking straight into each other's eyes. They didn't even notice her as they skipped across the front lawn and started walking up the street.
How cute. Buffy's needed a boyfriend. And Danny is such a sweet kid. Not like some of the other boys at school she'd heard about!
She let the driver carry her suitcase to the front door, tipped him, and went inside.
Mrs. Higgins was working busily in the kitchen.
'Oh,' the housekeeper said. 'I didn't expect you home, ma'am. But don't worry. I'm making stew tonight. Plenty for everybody.'
'Mrs. Higgins,' Martha said. 'Do you mind if I finish up and give you the rest of the evening off? I'd kind of like to surprise Mr. Malone when he comes home. You know, just the two of us.'
Chapter 15
Ed was annoyed when he came home and found that Mrs. Higgins wasn't there. A stew was already cooked on the stove top and covered to keep it warm. But the housekeeper was gone.
She could have left a note to say why she couldn't stay, he thought. He went upstairs, walked into the bedroom, and stopped dead in his tracks!
Martha was stretched out on the bed. Her red hair was flowing softly back on the pillows, looking like it had been brushed and arranged that way for a photograph. It shimmered with highlights and framed the delicate, lovely features of her face. Her body was freshly showered and powdered, and she wore a pale green negligee that matched her eyes. The material was so thin he could see through it, and she wore nothing underneath.
One leg was raised slightly, making the folds of the wrap separate, the separation stopping just at the vee of her crotch. Her red pubic hairs were noticeable only if one looked closely. Her long, tapered legs were the most beautiful shape he'd ever seen. Not even in sexy magazines had Ed found a woman's body that could compare with his wife's.
Her feet were bare, and the toenails had been painted with a polish that gave a luminous, silver glow.
The top of the negligee was also parted a little bit, and the valley of her breasts was deep. The perfectly shaped mounds rose and fell with her breathing.
'Hi,' Martha said to him. 'I'm glad you're home, darling. Buffy told Mrs. Higgins she was spending the evening with Danny Bates, and I told Mrs. Higgins to take the rest of the day off. I was so anxious to see you, to be alone with you.'
Ed walked slowly to the bed and looked down at the exquisite sight of his wife. A fire began in his loins that he hadn't felt for almost two weeks. He suddenly realized how much he'd missed her.
'Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I would have met you at the train.'
'I didn't want to disturb your work, darling. I know how hard you work. I had no trouble getting a taxi.'
He sat on the edge of the bed. She reached over and took one of his hands in her own. 'Have you missed me?'
'Yes. Yes, very much. You don't know how much.'
'Show me.'
He leaned over and kissed her. Her mouth responded in a way that he wasn't used to. His wife seemed to be passionately in need of him at the moment. It was an experience that he found very new and very exciting. It had been like this once, for the first few years of their marriage. Suddenly, he felt like a young man again.
'Oh, darling,' she breathed huskily in his ear. 'Take your clothes off. Show me how much you miss me! Show me how much you forgive me for leaving you all alone!'
'I'm the one who should ask to be forgiven. The way I've treated you, '
'Shush! I don't want to hear any of that kind of talk. I want you in my arms now. Just the two of us, making love the way we want to!'
He was stripped in seconds. She stared at his body and admired it in a way that she hadn't done since their honeymoon.
'Ohhh, darling. How big and strong you are. And so beautiful!'
He half crouched over her.
'Do you want to take off your gown?'
'Take it off me!'
He began to gently slide the green, flimsy material over her shoulders.
'No, darling. Yank it! Show me how much you want me! Tear it off if you like! When you do that, I know how impatient you are to have me!'
He couldn't believe his ears. He wasn't used to this attitude.
'What's come over you* Martha? I thought you hated me when I got rough.'
She smiled at him.
'I've been a fool. I've played silly little games with you. I should have realized that somebody like you, all man, isn't going to put up with silly little hold-out games. And that's what I played. It took me over two weeks at my sister's to realize how stupid I've been. Every night, alone in my bed there, I wished you'd come through the door and, and rape me!'
Ed's head was spinning.
'Don't worry about that, honey,' he said. 'You'll never get raped by me. Not again, anyway. I promise you that.'
'But if that's what you want, '
'What I want is a wife who desires me as much as I desire her. Who wants to please me in every way I want to please her. I think we should both be aware of each other's needs, and be considerate and loving, '
'Oh, Ed, darling, I've never heard you talk this way!'
'Maybe I'm just falling in love with you for the first time. You see, I've done a lot of thinking about what we've meant to each other, and what we came so close to losing, '
'Darling! Let's talk later. I'm on fire!'
He'd never heard her talk that way. Not for a long time, at least. She pushed his shoulders back, forcing him down on the bed. Then she climbed up over him. She began by kissing his chest. Then her lips made a little wet trail down his stomach, and her tongue dipped into his navel.
'Owwwww,!' he sighed.
Suddenly her mouth was on his cock. It sprang up to meet her lips and she closed in over the head. She had
