Tomorrow wasn't another day; not in that sense, anyway. Howard and I fucked again, but it was the same; he finished before I did. The same thing happened for the next three days, and then after that we stopped fucking for a couple of days.
I couldn't believe it.
Here we were, in the Bahamas on our honeymoon, and our lovemaking had gone to pot. That in itself was bad enough, but what made it worsen the fad that all of this was happening just when I was finally being able to relax and learn to enjoy it.
On the fifth day I left Howard sleeping on the beach and walked back to the hotel room. I wasn't sure what I had in mind when I left him there, but I knew that I had to be alone. There were some things I had to find out about myself.
Back in the room I mixed myself a drink and sat down on the bed. There was a mirror on the wall across from me and I could see my reflection.
I looked at myself.
For the first time in my life I truly realized that I was an attractive woman. Always before I'd had something of an inferiority complex, but now I realized that thinking was silly.
I was beautiful.
Setting the drink down on the bedside table I stood up. For the first time I could see my entire body. Or at least almost my entire body. I was still wearing my bikini, so parts of me were covered up.
I wanted to see them too.
Slowly I walked across the room and sat down in front of the dresser. The person looking back at me was in some ways a stranger; she was older, more mature than the girl who had just gotten married. Her hair was rust-colored, while her skin was lightly tanned and smooth.
Except beneath the bikini.
Still not knowing where this was going to end, I reached up and released the knotted strand of material that held up my top.
It fell away.
Suddenly I was staring at my naked breasts, white and milky with full, hard nipples. They weren't overly large, but that no longer bothered me. Bigger isn't necessarily better, believe me.
Then I stood up and pulled my bottoms down. The white skin around my crotch seemed to jump out from the rest of my body, bringing all my attention in focus on the dark, rust-colored triangle in the middle of it.
Taking a long pull off my drink, I spread my legs, parting my smooth thighs to reveal the pink moistness of my pussy. Then I suddenly wondered if I had locked the door when I came in.
It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered because now I knew what I was going to do.
Silently I topped my right hand down until it was hovering just above my crotch, while at the sine time I let my fingers on my left hand caress my nipple.
Electricity shot through me at the first contact with my turn, but I knew that would be nothing compared to what it would be like when I touched my cunt.
I was right.
Gently I reached down and, with two fingers, spread the lips apart. A shudder ran through my entire body as I sensed the presence of my own fingers at the entrance to my cunt.
Lightly I began to flick across my slit, searching for and finding my sensitive clit. It grew large and tender almost immediately as I experimented, stroking it in different ways.
My breath was coming in quick, short gasps now, and in the mirror I could see my breasts heaving up and down with my excitement.
I knew what was going to happen.
I was going to make myself come.
Slowly, gently, I inserted one finger into my cunt. Almost immediately my heart started to beat faster, and deep within my pussy I could feel hot cream beginning to flow, finding its way onto my finger and out through the naked lips of my muff.
At the same time that I thrust my finger into my cunt, I kept flicking another finger across my clit. The results were phenomenal; almost immediately I could feel the tiny pinprick of heat that was becoming familiar to me, but which was never reaching fulfillment in my lovemaking with Howard.
It would reach fulfillment today.
I began to thrust my finger in and out more force, grinding my crotch against my hand, watching in the mirror as my pussy squirmed and wriggled.
The heat with in me was growing stranger, warmer, wetter. I began to drive my finger in and out with even more force until finally I actually lifted my crotch up off the chair.
Now I could see deep into my pussy, and with each thrust my finger emerged with more of my own hot cream covering it.
This was it. I was going to make it; I was certain of it. The spot of heat within me was getting stronger and hotter, growing larger with each passing second and coming closer and closer to the surface of my cunt.
"Yesss."
Mad with desire, I jammed three fingers deep into my pussy. I could feel something beginning to churn and foam, making me feel like a volcano about to erupt.
"Ohhh, God… ohhh…"
Then it happened.
I almost fell off the chair as the wrenching, violent spasm shot through me. My cunt contracted, and all of a sudden hot cum was shooting out onto my hand, my thighs, everything.
I gasped for breath.
Then another wave bit me.
And another.
For fully thirty seconds my body was wracked with sensations more intense than anything I had ever imagined in my wildest dreams. I was on fire; my entire body was a seething, churning mass of hot, shooting cum.
I had discovered something.
After we'd been married awhile Howard turned out to be the biggest bore in bed that I could imagine. Everything was the same each time; like clockwork he would feel my tits, finger my cunt, then climb on top and hump me while I just lay there. No matter how much I tried, he managed to stifle any attempts at creativity on my part.
I was going nuts.
That afternoon in the hotel had opened up a whole new world to me, and yet my husband wasn't interested in exploring it. He was strictly a meat and potatoes man when it came to sex.
I thought about getting satisfaction from someone else, but I was still too old fashioned to turn to that. At least I would make a monumental effort before turning to that; Howard deserved that much.
My mind was made up, I waited for him to come home. Our house was nice and large; he made good money at the bank and I didn't have to worry about little things like not eating what I wanted to or not having the things I wanted in the house. In other words, by my mother's standards I should have been happy. But then I'm convinced my mother never had an orgasm, either.
I was wearing a long, flimsy gown that was practically see-through. After mixing Howard a drink and putting it next to a chair, I sat in a chair across from him and waited.
He was on time. Howard was always on time. Ten minutes later, in the middle of a mundane conversation, I reached up and casually unbuttoned the top pert of my gown.
Howard didn't notice.
I unfastened the next button.
He still didn't notice.
We kept talking, and for a few minutes I didn't do anything. I knew that my tits would be half exposed if I bent forward, so I did.
Still no reaction.
I wasn't getting exactly desperate, but I was getting frustrated. Didn't he have any instincts? What was his problem? I decided to do something drastic.
Silently, while he was still talking, I completely unbuttoned the gown. Now I was naked down the front, and he couldn't help but see my match. I put my hand on my cunt.
He stopped talking.
"What are you doing?"
I shrugged.
Then I spread apart my cunt lips, revealing the pink interior to him.
He shifted his weight.
Then I slipped a finger inside and began to move it in and out. I could feel my clit growing into a sensitive, dime-sized button and I knew he could see it.
"Come here, Howard." He didn't move.
"Come here, damnit."
This time he got up and took two steps until he was standing right in front of me.
"Why don't you get on your knees so you can see better?"
Silently he complied. It was obvious that he was totally confused, but I didn't care. I wanted to shake him up, and this was obviously accomplishing that much. How much more it might accomplish was something I couldn't be certain of.
"Can you see my cunt?" He nodded.
"Why don't you smell it, Howard?"
"Carol, what's going on…"
"Shut up. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
He leaned forward, his lips finally pausing just a few inches from my cunt. With two fingers I spread the lips wide, making it impossible for him not to be able to see deep inside me.
"Do you like it?"
"Carol, this is really…"
"Kiss me. Kiss my cunt, Howard."
I could tell that he was turned on, but he was also tremendously bothered by the fact that his wife was acting this way. Wives just didn't do this sort of thing; not in Bakersville, anyway.
But I did.
He leaned forward and kissed my cunt, gingerly at first, then more excitedly as his instincts got the better of him.
Good. That was just what I wanted.
"Let's go upstairs," he said huskily.
"No. Let's do it here."
He practically ripped his clothes off, and a moment later we were both naked on the living room carpet. He started to mount me from above, but I stopped him.
"Let's do it my way."
"What's your way?"
"You'll see."
I pushed him onto his back, then reached down and began to play with his cock. I wanted to put it into my mouth, but since I'd never done that before I decided against it. I might be clumsy, and that would spoil the effect I had created.
Besides, I was too hot to wait much longer. I wanted his meat inside me. Soon.
Keeping him on his back, I mounted him. His eyes were like saucers as I hovered above him, my legs spread so that my cunt was just beyond reach of his cock.
"Do you want to fuck me, Howard?"
"Carol…"
"DO you?"
"Yes. Of course I do."
"Good. Then we'll do it my way for a change. Slow and easy."
He didn't say anything. What could he say?
I began to descend, slowly as I had promised, stung his cockhead gently part my pussy lips and enter me.
It felt good to do it this way. I could look down and see his cock sinking, into me, and the visual stimulation only made everything else better.
When I was halfway down his cock I quit going slowly, and simply sat down on his shaft, plunging it deep into me.
"Aaaggghhh…" I groaned. I'd never felt so much like a scared animal before; it was fantastic.
Then I began to move up and down, bouncing slowly over the length of his cock, letting him feel my tits while I reached around and felt his balls.
This we great. I could control the rhythm and keep him from running away with everything, but at the nine time there was an intensity I could achieve that was better than anything we'd had before.
"DO you like it this way?"
"Ummmmmmmmm!"
I almost laughed. Now he was using my own famous response; I couldn't tell whether he liked it or not.
Tough shit. If he didn't like it, it was his problem. Not mine. At least that was how I saw it.
Now, however, my slow and easy attitude was disintegrating as I felt my cunt beginning to pulse and tremble, the cum began to seethe and churn within me.
"Come on Howard, now's the time. Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you can."
He took me at my word.
Using more strength than I realized he possessed he practically lifted me into the air with a series of thrusts that practically overwhelmed my cunt.
"That's it. Yeah, that's it. Harder, baby, harder. Fuck me harder!"
It wouldn't be long now…
Then suddenly, with no warning, he came. His meat began to pulse and shudder inside me.
Wildly I clawed at him, trying desperately to get the elusive butterfly within my own cunt to fly out of me before he was finished.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh!" he groaned as his cock shot into me, jetting waves of hot, sizzling cum into my cunt.
Then he was finished.
And I wasn't.
The next morning I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I was also so pissed off at Howard I couldn't stand it. What was his problem?
I was going to masturbate; at least that would relieve some of the frustrations and tension, though it certainly wasn't a permanent solution.
It was just then that something happened which more or less changed my whole life. I'm sure that, given enough time, it would have happened anyway. But the fact that right now, at the very moment I was about to slip one of my fingers into my pussy, was when it happened is something that I really think was more than just coincidence.
Someone was looking out for me.
The thing that happened was that there was a knock at the door. I almost didn't answer it, but at the last minute I did.
It was a salesman.
At first I was angry and short with him, almost sending him away without giving him time to tell me about what he was selling.
But then something occurred to me.
Why not?
He was a good bit older than me; maybe forty-five, and he seemed to have been doing this sort of thing for a long time.
Again, why not?
I invited him inside.
After that it we easy. I listened to his sales pitch, bought a vacuum cleaner, and seduced him. It was simple.
I got him in the bedroom by telling him that the carpet there was a lot harder to clean than the carpet anywhere else.
He snapped it up. Not, I later realized, because he believed me, but because he knew what was going on all along.
Inside the bedroom I closed the door behind us. He dropped the vacuum cleaner and just stared at me.
"You know what's going on," I said simply.
He nodded.
"I guess it happens to you fairly often."
"It happens."
I walked across the room and stood in front of him. It occurred to me that he was old enough to be my father, but it didn't matter. In fact, it somehow made, the whole thing even more exciting, if that was possible.
Unbuttoning his shirt, I was taken with the soft, grey hair that covered his chest. It was ruggedly beautiful, and I realized that I had really found someone special.
Two minutes later we were both naked. His cock was even larger than Howard's, but I knew I could take it. And I knew, from the way he was looking at me, that he liked the way I looked.
I touched his cock, running my fingers lightly over his tool, feeling its hardness and softness at the same time.
At the same time I was doing this, he reached out and took my head in his strong hands, forcing me down to my knee.
I felt my heart start to pound.
He wanted me to take his cock in my mouth; I didn't know if I could do it, but I wanted to try.
A moment later it was right in front of me, looming large and powerful as I continued to run my hands over it.
Then I kissed it.
My lips felt light and wet as I ran them over his rigid pole, feeling the veins beneath the skin. Then my tongue slipped out, almost as if it had a life of its own, and began to lick him, leaving my own wetness to cover him.
Finally, when his cock we glistening brightly in the dim light of the room, I knew that it was time for me to take it inside me.
Or at lest try.
But somehow, I knew that I could do it. Nothing was going to stop me; I was certain of it.
I paused at his cockhead, then parted my lips and began to slowly descend.
The first inch took forever. I could feel the muscles in my neck and mouth working hard to open wide enough for him.
But it was working.
Slowly, working desperately hard not to gag, I descended his shaft, marveling at my ability to take him like this. It just didn't seem physically possible, and yet it was.
"That's it. That's good, real good. This is your first time, isn't it?"
For a moment I was crushed that he could tell, but then I realized that I couldn't expect miracles. Besides, he definitely seemed to be enjoying it.
"Roll your lips over your teeth… that's it. That's a girl. Oh yeah, that's good."
I was all the way down. It felt like his cockhead was somewhere in my stomach, but still I hadn't gagged.
Fantastic!
"Now come back up. Easy, that's it. Now down again. Don't forget your tongue. Flick it… oh yeah, that's it… mmmmmmm…"
I began to let my tongue flick back and forth across his cock while I pumped up and down on it, and after a little experimentation I found what was definitely the most sensitive place on his cock.
It was just below the head. There was a tiny ridge there, and everytime my tongue flicked across it he practically squirmed out of my grasp.
"Jesus, you're good. That's perfect… now swirl your tongue around it. That's it… oh yeah, that's it."
I was really hitting my stride now, pumping up and down, alternately letting my tongue flick and swirl around and over his cock. I felt more than lever had in my life, and I knew that he was happy with what I was doing for him.
"Now suck it. Hard. That's it… ohh, yeah. Damn, you're amazing, girl. Amazing…"
All this time I could feel my cunt tingling and flashing so much that I was sure I must be totally drenched between my legs.
I wanted his cock inside me.
We seemed to have the same idea at the same time, because he pulled his cock out of my mouth as I was about to do the mine thing myself.
"Let's fuck," I whispered hoarsely. All I could think of was how much I wanted to get his cock inside my hot little pussy.
But he had other ideas…
"Not yet."
"What do you mean?"
"Shhhh," he said, putting a finger to his lips and pushing my shoulders down until I was lying on my back on the bed.
"What're you gonna do?" I asked, uneasy over the fact that he seemed to be taking control of the situation rather than me.
"You'll see."
Then he went down on me.
It was a totally new experience for me; other than the few little kisses I had made Howard give me down there, no one had ever done anything like this to me.
"Take it easy," he whispered, spreading my thighs wide. I could feel him looking directly at my pussy; it made me feel more naked than I'd ever felt in my life.
I loved it.
First, using his fingers, he spread the lips of my pussy so that he could see inside. Then, with his lips just a few inches away from my slit, he blew lightly, fanning me in a way that had fresh cream running out of my cunt in a matter of seconds.
"Go ahead," I whispered, wanting desperately to feel his tongue inside me. Just the thought of his handsome, rugged features pressed so intimately against my pussy was almost too much for me. I had to have it.
He gave it to me.
First he pressed his lips against the lips of my pussy. Then he let his tongue slip out, and a moment later his moist probe was deep inside my hole.
"Mmmmmm… that's nice, so nice…" At first he plunged his tongue into me, thrusting almost like he was fucking me with it, but then he began to flick it across my clit.
It drove me crazy.
Back and forth across the sensitive bud it went, and with each stroke I could feel my excitement rising. At the same time I could tell that he was swallowing my hot cream as it came out.
He was fantastic.
I began to thrust up against his face, adding to the pressure he was creating by grinding hard against him.
"Eat me," I whispered, hardly believing that I was using such words. "Eat my cunt."
He did just that, working his mouth and tongue so beautifully that in just a few minutes he had me hovering on the very edge of a climax. I couldn't believe how good it felt, or how quickly I was able to respond to what he was doing.
"God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come on your face."
Then, at the last moment, just when I thought my pussy was going to erupt, he pulled his face away.
"Nooooooo!"
"Relax."
"You're kidding."
He stood over me. Both of us were breathing hard, and I could feel my tits bouncing all over my chest. I couldn't believe he was going to leave me high and dry like this.
Of course, he wasn't.
As the haze began to clear from around my head, I realized that he was getting ready to finally do what I had wanted him to do in the first place.
He was going to fuck me.
"Are you ready?"
I nodded.
He lay down beside me. At first I didn't understand exactly what he was going to do, but he didn't keep me waiting for long.
He was going to fuck me from the side.
It was strange; I had never even thought of doing it this way, and I wasn't certain how it was going to work. But I was certain of one thing – he knew what he was doing.
Being gentle, he lifted my right leg and slid his crotch in underneath it. Then he wrapped both his legs around my left leg and, with his hand, guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy.
"Relax," he urged.
I relaxed.
He shoved his cock inside me, going slowly at first, using his legs to add impetus to his thrust. Finally he was all the way inside me.
"How does it feel?"
"Good. Real good."
He gyrated his crotch and began to move his cock in and out of me. With each stroke I could feel my cunt opening and closing to accept him, while at the same time I could see and feel his hands all aver my tits.
He was amazing.
I would never have believed that I could be simulated in so many ways at once, and yet it was happening right now. His cock was warm and full inside me, his hands were gentle on my tits, and his lips were kissing me, all at the same time.
I knew I couldn't last very long. My cunt had already been about to overflow when he had finally penetrated me, so it was just a matter of time.
But he made that time come even more quickly by doing yet another thing to turn me on. With his right hand he reached down and, at the same time he was fucking me, he began to massage my clit.
This was too much.
"Ohhhh, God, that's good… that's so good."
"Hold on, baby, hold on."
"God I can't… I'm gonna come, I know I'm gonna come."
He began to flash into me harder and harder now, working his finger all over the outside of my cunt, feeling my clit, my labia, my lips all at the same time.
"Oh, God… oh, God… ohhhh oooohhhhh!"
Suddenly my cunt overflowed. It was as if a gathering storm inside me had suddenly broken, and the result was that my cunt was a positive flood of hot honey.
"Oh yeah, God it's so good. So good!"
I was beside myself, rolling and squirming as wave upon wave of release shot through me. Again and again I felt my cunt contract, then shoot hot honey out onto his prick.
At last I was finished. But he wasn't.
Suddenly I realized that he was still inside me, pumping and thrusting while my cunt went wild.
"Jesus, you've got to come!" I groaned, squirming in complete agony on the end of his cock. But it was a sweet agony, and I loved it.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll come."
But when?
Fortunately I didn't have long to wait. After another half a minute he suddenly pulled his cock out of my cunt and grabbed it with his hand, then lunged into a position above me.
He pulled his cock once, twice, three times. On the last stroke it happened. I could actually see his meat contract, then suddenly explode with white, molten heat.
A giant globe hit me on my face, and without thinking I let my tongue shoot out and gobble it down.
I loved the taste.
It was the first time I had tasted a man's cum, and at that moment I would have sworn that it was the most delightful substance I had ever swallowed.
Again his cock exploded, and again white-hot jism splattered against me.
He kept coming for what seemed like an eternity, until finally he was finished. I was covered with hot, sticky jism.
For a long time I spread it around my body, loving the feel of the slimy stuff, wanting there to be more of it; enough to take a bath in, if that were somehow possible.
I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again it was just in time to see him walking out through the door. I started to call out to him, but realized that I didn't really have anything to say.
I didn't even know his name.
Still, it didn't matter. He had shown me something that was going to change my life. I knew now that I didn't have to put up with Howard if I didn't want to. Even if I loved him and wanted to stay with him, I could still go elsewhere to satisfy the craving of my body.
I was now truly a woman.