Two days later Todd received an answer from a college to which he had written seeking admission.
"They've accepted me," he announced. "That gets me off the hook."
Sharon suddenly felt desolate. "You mean you're leaving?"
"Got to, baby," he said with a grin. "But you'll be all right. Steve's getting home in about a week, isn't he?"
Todd winked. "Now you'll really know how to treat him. Hell, he ought to thank me for teaching you how to swing."
Her brother's reference to Steve and their relationship sharpened the conflict that had been building up in her mind. She was anxious to have her husband return home, but she didn't know how she would be able to face him. And she wondered if his lovemaking would seem too mild after the frenzied times she'd had with Todd.
Another question bothered her: Would Steve somehow find out that she had been carrying on while he was away?
She regretted having gone to the night club with Todd and having behaved so scandalously. What if she and. Steve were to run into one of those guys from the club sometime when they went out together?
Aside from these troubling questions, she hated to lose Todd's company.
His company? she thought. Don't be silly, girl! It's his fucking that you're going to miss. And the luscious taste of his big, stiff cock! Be honest with yourself, at least.
Todd immediately packed his things. He asked Sharon to draw some money out of the bank to cover his traveling expenses and admittance fees at the new college.
"I'll call Mom and Dad as soon as I get set," he said. "After that, they'll pick up the tab."
"Are you sure?" Sharon asked. "They're probably angry with you for not keeping in touch with them."
"I'll snow 'em with some kind of a story," he said. "I'm good at that," he added with a grin.
She decided that her younger brother had turned into a very bad man. But she loved him in spite of it – or maybe because of it. Perhaps Steve was too good for her, she speculated. This brought on a new wave of doubt and guilt.
But she didn't feel guilty about sex any more; only about two-timing Steve and screwing with her own brother. Those were real sins, she thought, any way one looked at them – whether love was involved or not. The love she felt for Todd made the sins bearable, but it didn't make them right.
She bid her brother a tearful good-bye at the bus station and returned home to her lonely apartment. She didn't know how she had tolerated it during the long, dreary months before Todd had arrived.
That night she tossed and turned restlessly. Her mind dwelled on delightful memories of what she and Todd had done during the nights they had spent in that bed – sucking and screwing, sleeping for a while, then waking up to suck or screw again. Though the memories were delightful in themselves, they were tormenting now.
Her stiff nipples ached for the touch of Todd's lips, and her pussy burned in anticipation of his stroking fingertips or deep-reaching, rigid prick. She scissored her thighs together in an effort to ease the torture, but this only heightened her stimulation.
Finally she had no choice but to toss off the covers and spread her legs so that she could run her own fingertips up and down her moist, tingling slit. More blood coursed into the cuntlips, and they pushed outward of their own accord, inviting her to stick her fingers inside.
She did so, starting with one slender digit, then adding a second. Together they weren't as thick as Todd's cock – and certainly not as long – but they gave her a limited measure of satisfaction as she stroked them slowly in and out of her hole, rubbing her clit each time.
She panted and writhed.
Erotic pictures flashed in her mind. She saw Todd's standing prick, and jammed a couple of fingers into her mouth while she kept diddling her pussy with her other hand. She imagined that Todd was fucking her at both places at once – impossible as that would have been. But in her mind the practical difficulties were bridged, and she wholeheartedly enjoyed the vivid fantasy.
Then suddenly, in the midst of her reverie, she chided herself for thinking about Todd when her husband was about to come home. Why couldn't she imagine it was Steve who was with her? She asked herself.
This produced more problems, and the erotic pleasure faded. Steve would never, never let her suck his prick, she feared. He undoubtedly regarded that as a sinful perversion, just as she had. They had never even dared discuss such practices.
Oh God, she wondered desperately, what am I going to do?
She gradually settled back into the fantasy, placing Steve in Todd's place – but only with respect to her cunt. That was the only part of her Steve had ever, or would ever fuck, she believed. She stroked two fingers in and out of her hot, slippery hole, imagining that they were Steve's rod, and her pleasure began to build once more.
She moved her fingers faster. She panted and moaned. Her pussy bobbed against the penetrating strokes of her hand.
"Ooh… ooh…" she moaned. "Steve… ooh, darling… baby… oh, screw me, screw me!"
No! she thought. I mustn't say that! If he ever heard me use a word like "screw" or "fuck", he'd be shocked!
Again she lost her grip on the comet of desire, and lay motionless on the mattress. She sadly removed her fingers from her very wet twat and raised them curiously to her face.
She sniffed them. The odor was like that of Todd's prick when she had sucked it after it had been inside her cunt.
She slipped her wet fingers into her mouth and tasted them. Aaaah, she thought, that's good! She sucked them completely clean.
Talk about a pervert! she thought. Now I'm eating myself just the way late Todd.
But she didn't let this trouble her. She had more important problems on her mind, and they all centered on her relationship with Steve. She loved him, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She hoped they would have a home soon and he would settle down to a job nearby so that they could raise a family. But she would have to find a way to get the satisfaction from him that she now needed. She knew she wouldn't be content with the dull, straight sex they had shared before he went away.
Perhaps I can draw him out somehow, she speculated. He must be curious about other kinds of sex. Maybe he even done some of the other things with other girls, but he's afraid I would be shocked if he tried them with me. I have to help him realize that isn't so, without actually letting him know I've had the experience.
Oh, wow! she thought. That's going to be tough!
She gradually resumed diddling herself, imagining once more that it was Steve who was doing it. She pinched her nipples at the same time, going from one to the other. She stroked her fingers faster in her warm, frothing cunt.
Finally she came.
Though it wasn't a very satisfying climax, it at least permitted her to fall asleep.
The next morning Sharon received a letter from Steve.
"Well, baby, I'll be home in four days," he wrote, "so don't forget to start taking the Pill."
Good old square, practical Steve! she thought.
But the letter was loving, also. He wrote, "I can hardly wait to take you in my arms and smother you with kisses. You don't know how miserable I've been without you all these months!"
He had a month's leave, with pay, before he would have to return to Alaska for his next five-month stint as foreman of the survey crew. That was to be the last separation for Sharon and him, they both had hoped, but now Sharon began to think about persuading him not to go back at all.
But she had better wait and find out how they got along together, she decided, before she suggested anything. If there were problems, they might need another period of separation to get straightened out.
Still, she hoped and believed they would be able to make an adjustment. Somehow.
The next few days passed with agonizing slowness. Sharon was lonelier than ever. But at least she had something to look forward to.
She put the apartment in perfect order, making certain to eradicate every trace of Todd's presence. She went over her wardrobe with care and took pains to stock all the food items that Steve enjoyed.
She talked to her friends in the building and cautioned them not to mention to Steve that Todd had been there. "My husband and brother don't get along very well," she lied. "Steve would be angry if he knew Todd had been around." Her friends seemed to accept the explanation, and they agreed to cooperate.
On the day before Steve's arrival, Sharon had nothing to do but wait. She found herself wondering, as she had done many times before, just how he had passed his leisure time in Alaska. He'd had little to say on that subject in his letters, except to assure her repeatedly that he wasn't looking at any of the local women, practically all of whom were either prostitutes or primitive Eskimos.
But it didn't seem normal to Sharon for a man to go completely without sex for five months – even a man who loved his wife. In the past, she had wanted to believe Steve's declarations that he was living the life of a monk. But since her adventure with Todd, she almost wished her husband would admit he hadn't told her the truth. It would make her jealous to know he had been fooling around, she thought but it also would ease her guilt. And for him to come out and admit the truth to her, if indeed he had been unfaithful, would provide the basis for a new and franker relationship between them, she believed.
She had matured considerably during the last few weeks, and she wanted Steve to treat her as the grown-up woman she had become, instead of as the sweet, childish bride he had left behind.
Even so, she wouldn't dare tell him about Todd. That would have to remain her own secret forever – unless he somehow found out.
The time finally arrived for her to go to the airport to meet him. She was fluttery with eagerness, but there was more than a trace of apprehension and guilt mixed in. However, as soon as she saw her tall, handsome husband enter the waiting room, her negative feelings vanished – for the moment, at least – and she was filled with pure joy.
Steve Wagner was twenty-six years old, dark-haired, and slender. He hesitated, scanning the room hopefully. When he saw her hurrying towards him, his dark eyes lit up, and he grinned broadly. They rushed into each others arms.
Sharon thrilled to the strong, protective feeling of his anus around her. There seemed no question that here was where she belonged – in the embrace of the man she truly loved. His lips were warm and eager, and she returned the kiss with equal warmth. His tongue didn't enter her mouth, but she hadn't expected him to kiss her that way in public. Only occasionally had he ever given her a French kiss, even when they were in bed. She didn't use her tongue in the welcoming kiss, either.
After he released her and she stepped back a bit, he said happily, "Oh, baby, it's so good to see you! You look great!"
"So do you, darling," she replied, team of joy glistening in her eyes. "Come on – let's get out of here and go home, where we can really say hello to each other."
He knew what she meant, and her eagerness pleased him. But he had to pick up his luggage first, and he led the way to the baggage counter.
It happened that the service was fast that afternoon, and within a few minutes they were in a taxi, headed for their apartment house.
Again he drew her into his arms and they kissed. She felt a warm glow spread through her. She wanted him passionately. It was all she could do to keep from caressing him between the legs and inviting his intimate caress in return. But this would have shocked him, she knew, and she restrained herself.
The ride was a short one. Steve paid the cabby and carried his bags upstairs. He and Sharon had been chattering about Alaska, his work, and what she had been doing to pass the time while he was gone. But neither of them had mentioned sex. It was as if they were nonsexual creatures when they were apart.
"The old place looks just the same," he said as he entered the apartment.
"I bought a few new things," Sharon said, pointing to some bric-a-brac. But neither of them were interested in that at the moment.
He took her in his arms for the third time. Now they were free to melt together until, in short order, they would find themselves in bed and they would be truly one.
His warm lips opened hers, pressing and quivering urgently, stimulating Sharon to flutter her tongue lightly against the tip of his. This was not too brazen, she thought, and yet it would signal him as to what she wanted. He took the cue and glided his moist tongue deep into her mouth. She wanted to suck on it passionately, but she resisted that impulse. Such suggestive actions were taboo.
It wasn't necessary for her to suck his tongue in order for him to derive a great deal of stimulation from the kiss. The fact that his tongue was in her mouth, her moist lips pressed to his, and her warm, cuddly form was against him was sufficient. His eager cock received the message and lifted against his wife's belly.
She felt his surging response, and this heightened her own excitement. She let her hips give a little twist, snuggling even closer to him.
Her mouth slid moistly off his, and she whispered into his ear. "Take me to bed, darling. I've missed you so!"
He lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. She gave him quick little kisses all around his mouth as she clung to his neck. He put her down on the bed.
He shrugged off the light jacket he was wearing and kicked off his shoes. He lay down on the bed beside her and rolled her into his arms. Again they kissed passionately, their tongues fluttering back and forth from her mouth to his.
Thanks to her encouragement earlier, there was more tongue action in their kisses today than ever before. This caused Sharon to wonder fleetingly whether her husbands lack of imagination in the past as a lover had been more her fault than his. Perhaps all he needed was for her to take the lead.
His hand moved restlessly over her pliant form as she lay on her side against him. He stroked her hip and tit and thigh. Eventually he moved his hand underneath her moderately long skirt and caressed her smooth, warm thighs above the tops of her stockings. He dared to venture even farther and stroked the nylon-clad curves other bottom.
"Undress me, darling," she murmured.
He was eager to comply.
He pushed her skirt up and admired the loveliness of her stockinged legs. Her cute pink panties, which were trimmed in white lace, clung to the warm roundness of her hips, her gently curved belly, and the ripeness of her pussy mound. He let his fingertips trail along her legs, then bent and kissed her moistly between a stocking top and the edge of her panties. Sharon was thrilled.
She wanted him to go all the way and kiss her pussy, as Todd had done, but she knew this was too much to expect from Steve. She wondered if he had ever kissed any woman's cunt.
He slowly peeled down her stockings, caressing her legs lovingly and planting little kisses along them. He removed her stockings and shoes.
He helped her sit up, and unfastened her dress. She raised her arms, and he lifted the garment over her head. Her bra was next to go, liberating her luscious tits.
Groaning with delight, he filled his hands with the shapely, resilient mounds and caressed them sensually.
"That feels so good," Sharon said. "Ooh, I love it!"
He bent and lifted one boob to his lips. He licked and sucked at the turgid nipple. Magnificent sensations radiated through her.
She reached out for his lap and found his cock very hard inside his pants. She squeezed and stroked his cramped erection through the material. She would have unzipped him and lifted out his pecker, but she feared, he would regard this as too forward.
It was frustrating to hold back, now that she was sexually liberated.
Steve gently eased her into a reclining position once more, and slipped her panties off. She shifted her legs apart and watched him dreamily through half-closed eyes as he looked at her alluring pussy.
"That's what I want," he said huskily. "Oh, God, that's what I want!"
He placed his hand on the soft, pouty cuntlips and wiggled them as he rubbed gently up and down. Her clit rose and tried to protrude into the open.
Play with it! she wanted to tell him. Tickle it with your finger. Get down and lick it! But she didn't say anything.
He leaned back and gazed at her lovingly as he began taking off his clothes. She watched him. The removal of his shirt revealed that he was wearing woolen long johns.
"Don't laugh," he said with a grin. "Where I've been, these long-handled things are a necessity."
She returned his smile. "Just get it off," she urged. She felt as if she were burning up. She didn't know how she would be able to wait for even another minute.
He struggled out of his trousers, then pulled off his socks. He unbuttoned the top of the long johns and pushed it down. She continued to watch him closely, her eyes narrowing as he pushed the woolen underwear down off his belly. Suddenly his aroused cock flipped out and locked into a rigid, upthrust erection.
"Oooh, Steve!" she exclaimed, and reached out to grasp his rod.
She stroked the stiff tool, gliding the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans. This caused his pink cockhead to alternately swell into view and recede. Her mouth watered, wanting to encompass this most masculine part of him and taste its intoxicating flavor. She wanted to find out if his prick tasted like Todd's. But she didn't dare go that far without some sign from him that it would be all right.
He struggled to work his legs out of the underwear and tossed the bulky garment aside.
Nude, and ready to prove his love for his beautiful young wife, he rose up on his knees. She let go of his dick and lay back, opening her legs wide for him.
"Come on, baby," she said. "Hurry! Ooh, I want you!"
"And I want you, angel," he replied as he climbed onto her.
She grasped his rigid cock again and tilted it down to the mouth of her cunt, which had flared open in excitement. As she felt his cockhead kiss her puffy gash, she responded with a tremendous surge of passion, and her hips lifted of their own accord to enclose his turgid rod at the exact moment of his thrust. He entered her hole deeply, and his thick cock throbbed in her moist, warm snatch.
"Oooooh!" she sighed. "That's wonderful! Ooh, you're so haaard!"
"I ought to be, angel. It's been a long time."
"Let's make up for it now," she panted. "Do me good!"
"Baby!"
He began to fuck her. His strokes were long and evenly paced, and his rigid shaft brushed her erect clitoris each time Sharon responded by grinding and bobbing her hips. She lifted her legs up over his back and clamped them against him for better leverage. She returned his screwing, thrust for thrust.
His magnificent dong gave her great pleasure as the thick head forged deep in her narrow channel, stretching the sensitive membranes of her cunt. Each time he bumped the bottom of her well, the moist, hair-encircled mouth of her pussy ground into the coarse hairs around the base of his prick. His nuts bounced against the tender dimple of her asshole.
He lay fully forward onto her, his chest bearing against her hard nipples. His pumping flanks brushed the inner surfaces of her thighs. She received exquisite titillation from each of these responsive zones, and her frenzy built quickly.
But even more wonderful than all the physical stimulation was the great sense of love and oneness which she felt, now that her own man was with her – was fucking her – at last.
"I love you, I love you!" she exclaimed passionately.
"I love you, too!" he said, and she knew he meant it.
His long cock moved more rapidly, but still with lengthy strokes penetrating deep into her cunt on every thrust. His stomach slapped against hers. She could hear the wet sounds of their sex organs fucking noisily together.
She gripped her husbands strong back, letting her fingernails dig in. She moved her hips more urgently as she drove her palpitating cunt in staccato fashion at his driving cock. He speeded up, shifting to short strokes.
She gasped, then moaned, and finally let out a sharp little cry as her orgasm blossomed warmly. Steve came moments later, and Sharon experienced an added wave of ecstatic vibrations as his warm jizz spurted deep inside her cud.
She hugged him tightly and kissed him around the face and neck. Then he caught her mouth with his, and their tongues stroked moistly.
A marvelous sense of release and completeness went through her. It was wonderful to have Steve home again at last! she thought.
But he had hardly rolled over to lie quietly beside her, his hand clasping hers, when the apprehensions and conflicts which had troubled her earlier were reborn. She had been forced to keep her guard up constantly while they were fucking, for fear she would say or do something that would offend Steve or make him suspicious. And there was a certain nagging dissatisfaction, now that her release was tapering off. She hadn't been fully at ease and free to express herself in the way she had wanted to. Also, she felt somewhat cheated because Steve hadn't made love to her more thoroughly. It had been the same old story – a quick joining of their sex organs as they lay face to face, and a frenzied movement to completion.
She now knew that there was more to sex than that. She wondered if Steve didn't know this also, and if he hadn't practiced the variations with someone at some time or other – perhaps even during the last five months.
She decided to try and find out.