Karen and Phil drove home the next morning. They had a weekend in which to rest up before Phil went to work for Harry Rosen. They didn't say much on the drive home. Karen was terribly waffled that Phil was angry with her for sleeping with other men. True, he'd been unfaithful himself, but he might believe in the double standard. He might think it was natural far a man to sleep around but immoral for a woman.
When they got home, Karen made a quick supper, and then they had after dinner drinks in the living room. Phil was unusually quiet. Karen kept glancing at him nervously, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. Finally she couldn't stand the suspense any longer.
"Phil," she said, "are you angry with me?"
He looked at her intently. "I'm not sure," he said. "Should I be angry? How many men did you fuck out on that yacht, anyhow, Karen? I mean, I had Luann, I admit that – but I think you had a lot more than one guy."
Karen turned beet red. It was humiliating to admit that she'd balled every mar on the yacht, but it was true. How could she admit that to Phil? He'd be outraged, he'd demand a divorce – and she wouldn't blame him. And yet hadn't there been a good reason for what she did? Maybe she wasn't entirely in the wrong after all.
"Phil," she said, "it's true, I did have more than one man. I had them all. I just couldn't seem to control myself. But I think I know why. Years and years went by without me getting any satisfaction when we made love. You never warmed me up, you never brought me off. It was all so quick and routinized. Phil, I was just dying for a decent fuck, that's all."
Now it was Phil's turn to blush. He looked away for a moment, then forced himself to meet her eyes again. "You're right," he said. "I guess I always knew I wasn't being fair to you, Karen, and that you didn't really get much out of it. But I was too uptight to experiment, too chickenshit to talk to you about it. I'm sorry. I don't blame you for making it with those other guys."
"Oh, Phil," Karen said, throwing her arms around him, "I still love you. I don't want anybody else – if things could just get better between us. Do you think that can happen now? I mean, now that Luann… I mean, didn't she teach you some new things? I mean…"
She broke off, stammering and embarrassed, but Phil laughed.
"Yes, honey," he said, "she did teach me some new things. I bet you learned a few new things, too. Why don't we just go to the bedroom and try them?"
Karen ginned broadly. "You're on," she said, leaping to her feet.
Her heart pounded with excitement. Phil was still her love, the guy she really wanted to get it on with, but never in their whole married life had they had a decent fuck. She recalled the bitter disappointment of their wedding night, five years ago. She'd been a proper girl, and Phil was a gentleman, so they never went all the way before marriage. She was a virgin that night when they made love for the first time at a fancy hotel in the Canadian Rockies.
Karen had put on a dainty white lace nightie and gotten into bed trembling with happy anticipation. She was a normal young lady, hotly attracted to her new husband, and just dying to find out what sex was like. She was sure it would be a wonderful new source of pleasure for her and Phil. When he came out of the bathroom, slipped into bed, and took her in his arms, she responded eagerly, working her tongue deep in his mouth when he kissed her.
His delicious kisses and caresses lasted just about one minute, hardly enough to get her warmed up, and then Phil abruptly raised her nightie up to her waist. He gazed for just a second at her pretty golden bush and dainty pink pussy, and then he climbed on top of her and used his knees to work her legs apart. Karen, disappointed at his abruptness but too inexperienced to know what to do, just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted.
What he did was to push his cock roughly into her virgin cunt and fuck her quickly, ignoring her cries, of pain. He then made a very brief apology, rolled over, and went to sleep. Karen cried herself to sleep on her wedding night, wondering how Phil could treat her that way if he really loved her. In all other respects he was loving and kind, but in bed he was brutal and insensitive.
Gradually she came to understand that her husband was so inhibited, uptight, and shy about sex that he couldn't bring himself to talk about it or learn anything new. Now, five years later, it was like a new wedding night, a second chance. If only Phil had really changed, their marriage would be reborn. Karen followed him into their bedroom trembling with anticipation, much like the virgin bride of five years earlier.
They started to take off their clothes separately, and then Karen remembered Manuel's words.
"Does Phil ever help you undress? No? Then make him do it." She and Manuel had used undressing to turn each other on. With a wicked grin she walked over to Phil and began to unbutton his shirt.
"Let me help you with that, darling," she said.
Phil grinned. "It's a lot more fun than doing it myself," he said. "Here, I'll help you, too."
As she unbuttoned his shirt, her hand kept sneaking inside to caress his hair-matted chest and tickle his nipples. As he unbuttoned her dress, he kept reaching inside to squeeze her tits through the tight confinement of her bra. Like he said, it was a lot more fun than undressing all by yourself. At last she drew off his shirt, and he slid her dress off over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Phil reached around her and unhooked her bra. He stared with hot appreciation at her naked creamy tits as he removed the skimpy garment. The pretty pale globes wobbled into their natural round full shape, the nipples soft and pink and dainty. With a hungry groan, Phil slipped his hands under her heavy tits and raised them slightly, bringing them within reach of his mouth. He started to lick her pretty rosy nipples.
"Ummmmm, darling, that's so nice," Karen murmured.
It was more than nice, it was miraculous. Phil had never played with her breasts, and now he was actually licking them. Luann had taught him some new tricks, all right. Delicious little ripples of pleasure coursed through Karen's body, and she moaned happily as he stimulated her sensitive boobs with his tongue. She felt her pussy start to glow and moisten with arousal.
While he tongued her tits, she reached down and tugged at his shorts. She could hardly wait to get her hands on his cock. She'd learned a few new tricks herself, and she wanted to show them all to Phil – if only he'd let her. She hoped Luann had also taught him not to be so inhibited, to accept kinky favors from ladies.
"Ummmmmm, yes, Phil, darling, lick my tits," she sighed. "I really like that."
Encouraged, Phil sucked one of her little pink nubs into his hot wet mouth and began to suck loudly and wetly on it. Karen gave a gasp of pleasure as hot sensation streaked right from her nipple to her pussy. Phil's juicy red-hot mouth felt terrific on her sensitive breast.
"Yes, lover, suck me," she whined.
She tugged even more urgently at his shorts and finally succeeded in getting them down to his knees. Then she found out why it had been so difficult. She'd never known him to be so hard. His big swollen dick hugged his belly tightly, hot and throbbing and blue-veined. It was oozing big sticky gobs of cream.
Karen almost drooled when she felt that juicing cock head. She wanted desperately to go down on him, suck and taste him, and eat his delicious salty juices. But she held herself back. He'd been inhibited for so long, she didn't want to scare him off by moving too fast. Phil had sucked her left nipple into taut and pebbly erection, and now he sucked the other one into his fiery mouth and gave it the same treatment.
"Ummmm," Karen moaned, "Ummmmmm."
Even as he sucked ravenously at her nipple, she started guiding him over to the bed. They moved clumsily, but they got there. She wanted more room to maneuver. It was great to have Phil finally engaging in foreplay, but she wanted to touch him, too. Karen didn't like being passive, just having things done to her.
She particularly wanted to play with his cock.
They fell onto the bed, and her wet spit-soaked tit popped from his mouth, the nipple stiff and erect. Karen grinned as she crawled toward her flush-faced husband, her big swollen boobs swinging crazily. She dived suddenly for his rigid cock as it lay flat and hard against his belly. She rubbed her face hungrily against the big swollen dick, and then her little pink tongue flashed out, wet and eager.
"Oh, Christ, yes," Phil gasped, "yes, Karen, honey, lick my cock."
The words were music to her ears. She never thought she'd hear her puritanical husband say them. With a hungry moan she started licking his cock roughly, wetly, from the brown bush at the base clear, up to the fat bulbous purple head. She could feel the hard core of his cock, the hot throbbing life inside. Her tongue tickled and lashed busily, eagerly, up and down the stiff stalk, while Phil lay back on the bed moaning with excitement and pleasure, a big horny grin splitting his normally solemn and businesslike face.
"Oh, honey," he sighed, "you don't know how many years I secretly wanted you to do this. Yes, I ached for you to go down on me, Karen, but I thought it was evil, so I didn't ask. God, the time we've wasted."
Karen agreed one hundred per cent, but she didn't stop to tell him so. She was too busy tasting her husband's delicious hard cock for the first time. For the very first time in their marriage she got to tongue and lick and taste and kiss and suck the cock she adored. It was like all her sexual fantasies come true.
"Christ, honey," Phil moaned, "don't you ever get tired?"
"No," Karen said quickly, "I've wanted to do this for so long, I couldn't possibly get tired."
"You wanted to go down on me?" Phil said wonderingly.
"Yes, but you wouldn't let me," Karen replied.
"Oh, Christ," he sighed, "I really was an asshole, wasn't I?"
She didn't bother to reply to that, either. They could talk some other time, as far as she was concerned. What she wanted to do now was explore him with her tongue and mouth, do all those wild and naughty things he'd never let her do before. She drooled just thinking about it.
"Darling," she whimpered, "I want to take your cock in my mouth. Is that all right?"
"Jesus, yes," Phil said gratefully. "I'd love that, darling. I've wanted you to blow me for so long."
Moaning with excitement, Karen lunged for his stiffly erect cock, feeding the fat purple head between her lips. She stuffed the long pale dick in as far as she could get it, right into her hot clinging throat. Phil's fine-furred swollen balls came to rest against her chin. She started to suck hotly and hungrily on her husband's cock.
"Awwwww," Phil yelped.
Maybe it was just her imagination, but his cock seemed to taste better than all the others she'd had. She drooled hotly all over the big silky rod as she sucked it. His juice bubbled out onto her tongue, and she gurgled happily and swallowed it as fast as it oozed out. Meanwhile Phil was gasping with pleasure, writhing on the bed.
"My God," he whined, "I never felt anything like this before. You do it even better than Luann."
Karen would have chuckled if she hadn't had a mouthful of cock. She was very good to know that her talents were rated so high. So Luann had sucked his cock, too? Well, she intended to outclass Harry Rosen's red haired mistress in every respect. She tilted her head back, gulped, and swallowed half of Phil's long swollen dick.
"Ahhhhhb, Christ," he wailed.
It must have come as quite a surprise to him to have his prick swallowed. Her seering hot clinging throat squeezed his meat deliciously, and he yelped and bellowed blissfully as she worked her powerful throat muscles around his swollen cock. He clawed the bed and panted, and his voice got hoarse with the blinding pleasure of having his dick sucked.
"Karen, honey," he panted, "it's just too much. I'm gonna come. Oh, oh, ohhhhhh."
She could have let him go, saved his big beautiful erection, but she wanted to eat his come too badly, to get all of it she could. She felt his cock head exploding in her mouth, deluging her with delicious cream, and she moaned with excitement and swallowed it as fast as it jetted out. Again she felt that her husband's jism tasted better than any other mans.
"Awwwwww," Phil yelped as he came in her mouth, his cock jerking hard and helplessly.
"Awwwwww."
At last his prick was limp and drained, and it slipped from her lips to fall wetly on his thigh. He looked down at it and sighed. "Hey, sorry about that," he said.
"That's all right, darling," Karen said bravely, though she was terribly disappointed. "We'll try again another night."
"Another night?" Phil laughed. "Hell, in another minute would be more like it. I don't need a whole day to get hard again, silly. Just give me a moment to catch my breath."
Karen gawked at him, hardly daring to believe her ears. Phil had never in his whole life come twice in a night. He'd never even tried. Many times she'd lain awake writhing with frustration while he snored, wishing to God he'd get it up again and take care of her maddening need. But the only time she'd gotten the nerve to tell him, he said he needed his sleep because he had a big day at the office coming up.
Now he was telling her that his cock would be hard and ready to go again in just a few minutes. Karen creamed right through the crotch of her panties, she was so excited. Maybe at last he was going to bring her off. Phil grinned at her and reached for her panties, the last garment she had on. Karen moaned and let him slip them off.
"Now it's my turn to do something nice for you," Phil said lovingly.
He gently eased her onto her back. Karen was trembling with excitement, wondering what he had in mind. He smiled mysteriously and eased her long shapely legs wide apart, exposing her pretty scarlet slit. He licked his lips as he studied the rosy wet flesh and the fringe of golden curls. Karen couldn't help blushing. He'd never really looked between her legs before. He'd always been too shy.
"You're beautiful everywhere," he said.
Then his head was dipping down into her crotch. Karen held her breath, not really believing it was happening. Phil giving head? Phil eating pussy? Her uptight moralistic husband actually engaging in oral sex? It just didn't seem possible.
But when she felt his slippery hot tongue, she knew it was happening. Phil pressed his face eagerly against her fragrant blonde muff, and then his tongue crept out between the furry lips and found her ultrasensitive little clit. He started to tongue the tiny hot button, and dizzying pleasure rocked Karen's body. With a joyous moan she threw her legs wide open.
"Oh, yes, Phil, darling, yes," she moaned, "eat me… My God, I've wanted this for so long."
It really was like a dream come true to feel her beloved husband's tongue on her clit, eagerly and hungrily licking and lashing and rimming. It was something Karen had wanted as long as she could remember, but she'd never dared ask Phil for it, knowing his attitude about "kinky" sex. Well, thank God he'd met Luann. Luann must have taught him that there's more to life than straight fucking.
"Ummmmm," Karen moaned, "Ummmmm."
Phil was pressing his lips against her little squirting clit-bump, sucking it, making her nearly faint with pleasure. She screamed ecstatically and creamed all over his face. He didn't quit even then. He just kept sucking hard and fast on her tender joy button, and suddenly, to her surprise and delight, she was coming.
"Yes!" Karen wailed, "Ohhhhhh."
Her body trembled and convulsed for long delicious moments while she came, but Phil never once stopped sucking on her tiny red button, never once took away the delicious stimulation that prolonged her orgasm and made her shriek with pleasure. At last, whimpering and breathless, she went limp on the bed, her satisfied cunt still leaking hot cream.
"Oh, darling," she said gratefully, "that was the best come I ever had in my life. It was wonderful, Phil."
He raised his cream-soaked face briefly from her crotch and smiled at her. "I'm glad you liked it, honey," he said. "I ought to have done it years ago, but at least we can try to make up for lost time."
"You better believe we will," Karen said with a wink. "I've got five years of cock-sucking to catch up on."
Phil chuckled and lowered his face again into the hot steamy flesh of her pussy. Karen moaned blissfully. A week ago he would have been shocked and angry if she'd even said the word "cock sucking." Now he only laughed. Things certainly had changed for the better around their house. Now she felt his tongue creeping down toward her wet little cunt mouth, and she whimpered in anticipation.
"Ooooooo," she squealed, "oh, yes, yes, Phil, put your tongue in my cunt. Oh, God, darling, that's soooo good. Deeper, darling, deeper. Oh, Phil!"
Luann certainly must have been a great teacher. Phil knew just how to use his tongue in her cunt, slipping it in slowly for maximum effect, tickling and probing and jerking with it, driving her nearly wild with pleasure. Karen creamed uncontrollably around his deliciously reaming tongue. To her astonishment she started to come again, the second time in a matter of seconds.
"Ahhhhhhh," she shrieked.
Phil waited patiently while her climaxing cunt contracted and released again and again around his deeply-buried tongue. Only when her orgasm was completely over and she lay exhausted and whimpering with satisfaction did he finally remove his tongue from her soaked little box. He wiped her cream off his face and then crawled up to ease himself between her legs. Karen kissed him gratefully.
"Now we're going to have something I've owed you for five years," he said tenderly, "a decent fuck."
Karen grinned naughtily. She couldn't hide her excitement. "Oh, yes, Phil," she panted, "I'd love that. Hurry, darling, put your cock in me. I want it so much."
She felt the big hard head of his cock easing into the slippery pit of her cunt mouth, and with a horny moan she opened her legs even wider and thrust her pussy eagerly upward to take his stiff meat. The fit was perfect, the aim exact. Phil's swollen rock-hard dick was suddenly stuffing her small hot twat, working deliciously deep into her, butting her womb.
"Oh, my God, YES," Karen gasped, "yes, fuck me, my darling, ball me, screw me. I want you, Phil. I want your cock."
"And I want your cunt, baby," he panted. "Oh, Christ, do I want your cunt."
To prove it, he started balling her hard and fast and deep, just the way she liked it best. When it came to fucking, Karen had little use for gentleness. That was fine in foreplay, but when she got balled, she wanted it to be for real. She squealed with delight as Phil's hard deep thrusts, and she creamed hotly all around his jerking prick. Phil moaned, too, and licked and nibbled her neck as he fucked her.
"Baby, this is terrific," he sighed. "This is the way it always should have been."
Karen had to agree. She'd, always been hot for Phil, always wanted him, but there was one big important difference in their fucking this time. He wasn't coming too fast. He was giving her plenty of time to get off. In fact he was humping away like a Goddamned pile driver. She gurgled and moaned with joy.
"I love it, love It," she wailed. "Oh, Phil, darling, you're balling me so well. Ummmm, ummmmmm, I'm coming!"
She did, wailing and writhing, but Phil just kept on fucking her right through the blinding climax. Luann must have taught him some magic fuck – and Karen certainly appreciated it. He brought her off two more times before she could catch her breath. Her solemn puritanical husband had become a tiger in bed.
"Darling, wait," Karen panted, "let's try something else. I think you'll like this."
Phil had been practicing his new skills on her all evening, and now it was time for Karen to show what she'd learned. Phil obediently withdrew his stiff cream-soaked cock, and with a wicked grin Karen quickly turned over, getting onto her hands and knees and raising her pert little butt high in the air.
"Okay, go ahead," she giggled, "put it in me."
"Doggy style?" Phil said with a chuckle. "Okay."
He pressed the fat wet head of his dick against her cunt mouth and started to push into her, but Karen stopped him.
"Not there, darling," she said. "Put it in my ass."
"In you…" Phil gasped. "Did I hear you right, baby?"
"You sure did, lover," she laughed. "I want it in the ass, darling. I want you to bugger me, butt fuck me. Is that clear enough?"
"It couldn't be clearer," Phil said with a happy sigh.
He moved the huge knobby head of his prick up to her tiny clenched bunghole and pushed. He and Karen gave loud hoarse moans of pleasure as he gradually filled her tiny tight asshole with his hard throbbing meat. The fit was perfect – and so was their marriage. They wouldn't need other people any more.
In fact Karen was sure she'd be the happiest company wife in town.