Susan nestled snugly against her husband's naked body. It was comforting to lie down so close to him.
"I am so sorry, Sue," he said, again, at least for the tenth time.
"Don't be sorry, John. Really."
He shook his handsome head. "No. I am. Really. I didn't know, didn't think, didn't understand!" his words stumbled as he tried to make them express his tortured thoughts. "I mean well. I guess I was just so old-fashioned that I didn't know that women – wives – wanted to enjoy sex. I thought they just sort of, well, tolerated it. You know?"
She rubbed his arm as if to comfort him. "Not true. Women like sex as much as you men. It's the old saying, you know, about the woman being a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom."
"That's what you want?"
"You bet! I want to be the perfect wife for you, I love you so much. In the living room, I want to be someone you're proud of. In the bedroom, I want to fuck your brains out."
John gave a little shudder. "It will take me some time to get used to all this."
"We've got all the time in the world," she replied.
"That Margo." He shuddered again. "That woman could kill a man! I thought I'd fall into her, her."
"Her pussy." She finished the sentence for him. "I guess I still have some barriers to break down."
Margo. Susan let her mind drift back to the big titted blonde. She looked forward to seeing her again very soon. Tit-fucking Margo would surely be a high point in her sex life.
And Ted. Well, she could use some of that gigantic cock every day. She felt her asshole tingle and wondered if Ted had ever stuck his big cock all the way into a woman's ass before. It might be fun trying.
Breaking loose had sure been fun and now that she felt free, she intended to keep it that way, although she knew she could never go shopping at the supermarket again without getting a strange and excited feeling in her cunt. John was going to be surprised when they had so much corn-on-the-cob this summer!
He shifted his weight on the bed. She felt his arm press lightly against the soft outer curve of her tit. Her nipples, dark and hard, strained to touch his flesh, eager for the feel of hit hands against the soft, smooth mounds of her tits. She wasn't ashamed that she was no match for Margo in that department. But then, who was? She was damned proud of what she had.
Susan felt the juices stirring inside her cunt. She was so happy at the way things had worked out.
"I just can't apologize enough for the terrible way I treated you, Sue. I know it must have been hell! But I'll make it up to you, I promise. I just didn't know that you felt that way about sex." He stared down at her naked body. "Can YOU ever forgive me?"
"Only if you stop talking and put that tongue to some better use," she laughed. "Johnny."
Susan smiled contentedly as she felt the first soft, warm strokes of his tongue as he pressed it against her pussy, spreading her cunt lips and searching for her already tingling cunt. It excited her to know her husband was tasting the sweet flow of her cunt cream as it drained from her aching pussy. It really does do wonders for a girl to break loose, Susan thought as she felt the fires start to rage through her cunt. At peace, she shoved her pussy harder against her husband's mouth.