They giggled all the way up the walk from the garage to the front door, leaning on one another and staggering a little. Then both quieted down as they stood before the door, faced with the problem of opening it and not quite remembering how. The man fumbled in his pocket for awhile and then fished out a key. For several seconds he tried to fit it into the lock, finally swearing good-naturedly: "If the damn hole had hair around it, wham, just like that!"
"Oh, Jack, don't say such things," the young woman giggled, looking around nervously. "The neighbors might hear."
"Fuck the neighbors," the man answered in a slightly slurred voice. All at once the key slid in the lock and he opened the door, starting inside, but then he halted and, giving an exaggerated bow, spoke grandly to his female companion.
"Would the lady care to enter?" he said with a little hiccup. And the lady did enter, sweeping majestically into the house, her entry marred only when she tripped a little on the doorsill. The man followed her in and shut the door.
"Oh, Christ, what a party," he said, collapsing into a chair.
"Yes, and I hope you don't remember a thing tomorrow. Do you know what you did? You were dancing on your knees on that funny old table with a lampshade…"
"Enough!" Jack ordered. "We got better things to do than talk about parties that've already happened. C'mere, wench." He reached his arms up commandingly, but the woman pirouetted coquettishly just out of his reach, pretending shyness. She was young, in her early twenties, of average height – but beyond that, there wasn't anything else average about her. Long heavy blonde hair cascaded down to frame a truly lovely fine-boned face, highlighted by a pair of huge blue eyes set like Alpine lakes against her creamy rose-tinted complexion. While her dress was cut fairly modestly, neither too low in the front nor too short, it could not entirely hide the lush ripe body underneath. Although she was a blonde, she was not a frosty blonde, but rather a warm soft combination of golds and rich creams and tender yellow rose petals. All in all she was a very desirable young woman, and the man called Jack was obviously aware of it, as he should have been. They were married – Jack and Angela Sims.
"Ah-ha, going to play hard to get," Jack teased, jumping up from the chair. For an instant he staggered and almost fell backward but, quickly regaining his balance, the obviously tipsy young man took out after his wife as she ran squealing and laughing toward the bedroom. Cornered near the bed, the lovely young blonde turned at bay, holding up her hands protectingly.
"Oh, please, sir, I beg of you, don't ravish an innocent young girl," she begged in a high falsetto.
"You're out of luck, baby. You'll never walk out of here a virgin," the man growled in mock threat. Reaching out, he circled the young beauty with his arms and pressed her violently to him. As their lips met, all pretense faded and they melted together in a long passionate kiss.
"Oh, Jack," Angela breathed, "do that again." She drew in her breath sharply as her husband's right hand slipped up under her dress, sliding for a moment over her satiny thighs, moving insistently up toward the soft curl-covered "vee" above. For a moment her legs clamped tightly together, not to protect her modesty, but in unconscious reaction to the burning power of his touch.
"Oh, Jack," she breathed again, and her body seemed to go limp against his. Without a word he reached around behind her back and unzipped her dress. Reaching down he began to draw the dress upward, baring his wife's firm graceful thighs as the dress snaked up over her body. He had a moment's trouble working the material up over the voluptuous swell of her breasts, but she helped, raising her arms obediently, and a moment later the dress was off and her hair settled back down over her shoulders in a golden cloud. The young beauty was left wearing only her lacy brassiere, white bikini panties and pantyhose. The brassiere went next.
Once again the young man reached behind his willing captive, unsnapping her brassiere and then pulling it impatiently forward, down over her arms, letting free the firmly rounded breasts which quivered a little as the girl's body swayed from her husband's rough handling. The young man stared hungrily down at the perfect full mounds of soft cream-white flesh, noticing that the cooler air in the room was already making the pale pink nipples harden involuntarily. With a stifled groan, the young husband bent a little lower and buried his head between the resilient roundness, then began to eagerly slide his wet lips over the hard berry-like little tips, nipping lightly with his teeth.
"Aaah," his wife moaned in helpless pleasure, letting her hands move up his strong muscular back to work lovingly into his thick brown hair, pressing him even more tightly against her sensitively palpitating breasts. Jack then slid slowly down to his knees, never letting his lips leave his wife's naked flesh, until finally his neck was bent upward at a sharp angle. Hooking his fingers in the narrow elastic band that girdled his wife's hips, he pulled down, slowly working her panties and pantyhose together down over her richly flaring hips, pausing a moment as her thighs began to be bared, to reach up and lightly caress with his fingertips the sparse golden down up between them.
The young wife had already kicked off her shoes, and in sudden impatience Jack pulled down hard on the material in his hands, wanting to get the disrobing over with.
"Watch out," Angela said. "Don't tear them."
"The hell with that," Jack answered, his voice hoarse with passion, "I'll buy you another pair. Dozens." Without saying another word the excited young man buried his burning lips into the smooth flesh just below his wife's navel, causing her stomach muscles to suck in from the sudden shock of his touch. The young woman swayed for a moment above her husband, her fingers tangling reflexively in his hair, half in defense, half in delight, as the young man's hotly working lips slid lower and lower over her belly, finally nibbling at the top of her softly curled pussy hair.
"D-Do you think we should make love after drinking so much?" she asked shakily, almost as if she hoped he wouldn't answer, and he didn't, only slid his hands around to seize her by the hips, his thumbs digging into her tender belly. For a long moment the young wife stood in indecision. She knew what her husband seemed about to do. He was going to lick her down there between the legs! Never in her young life had this been done to her before, and some part of her mind warned her that it was wrong, depraved. All her training told her to pull Jack's head away from her this instant, but at the same time a hot flush of passion swept over her body, partly fueled perhaps by the alcohol that boiled through her system, but she didn't care. She stood still in trembling anticipation as her husband's lewdly questing lips slid lower into her vaginal hair, reaching at last the top of her anxiously quivering cuntal slit…
"Damn!" he exclaimed suddenly, pulling his mouth away. "I've got to get out of my clothes before I lose my mind." Lurching to his feet, the frenzied young man began tearing desperately at his clothes, leaving his wife standing alone and naked, disappointment and relief playing games within her head. The anticipatory tingling high up between her thighs quickly changed to belly-twisting frustration.
To get her mind off what she considered obscene and unnatural thoughts, the naked young Goddess fastened her attention on her husband as he quickly shed his clothes, appreciating for the hundredth time his strong chest as it was quickly bared before her. He was a lot taller than she – six feet to her five feet five, but she liked the way she was able to nestle into his arms, and remembered that when they were both naked his penis dug deliciously into her belly, igniting hungers there so strong that they made her a little ashamed. Jack was fumbling with his trousers now, and finally ripped them down over his legs, kicking them unceremoniously into a comer, then stood up to face her, wearing only his shorts. Angela could see that his penis was already hard, pushing the material out from his loins like the white beak of some strange bird. Finally, looking his wife straight in the eye, Jack pulled his shorts down, his rigidly erect penis springing free, bouncing gently in front of her fascinated gaze. The young wife blushed at her own boldness and looked quickly away.
"What's the matter, don't you like it anymore?" her husband asked with a little laugh, and then laughing no more, he started toward her, lust written all over his face. Angela expected him to take her in his arms again, but instead the desire-inflamed young man pushed her backward toward the bed, causing her to lose her balance as the mattress caught her behind the knees. With a little startled cry, the young blonde tumbled back on the bed, her legs opening automatically as she tried to fight for balance, unconsciously baring the narrow pink slit between her legs to her husband's hungry gaze.
Without a word he was on her, pulling her legs around so that she lay lengthwise on the bed. He crawled up between her thighs, then, poising over her for a moment.
"Please, Jack, don't be rough," Angela pleaded, but she could see by his face that lust had made him a stranger to her. Looking down at the beautiful girl spread-eagled below him, the young man reached forward with a groan and dug his hands greedily into her tender body, letting his strong fingers knead her smooth soft belly, then slide up to squeeze her palpitating breasts, leaving scarlet marks in the tender white flesh. Angela groaned in a combination of both pleasure and pain as her husband began to roll her sensitive nipples into pebble-hard little buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a long thrill of excitement shuddering through her body. Even though she would like her husband to be more gentle, to take a little more time with her, the now panting young wife felt her body responding to the rough stimulation. She looked up with passion-glazed eyes, beginning to lose herself in his touch, her body beginning to slowly writhe beneath him.
Then his hands were gone, and Angela looked down to see Jack sitting half back on his haunches, one hand next to her on the bed for balance, while with the other hand he seized his massive cock and placed it against her desire-flushed pussy mound, parting the soft blonde hair with the blood-bloated tip, and working it in between her throbbing cuntal lips.
"Oh God," she moaned, "that feels so good." Raising her head up off the bed, the impassioned young woman stared down at the massive rod of angry red male flesh poised against her sensitive genitals, mesmerized by the way the smooth bulbous head flattened against her moistly trembling inner flesh. Oh, how she wanted that marvelous pleasure-giving shaft to stroke her full of wanton ecstasy, bring her to a peak of final fulfillment. If only he didn't… with growing despair the young woman saw how her husband's mighty penis was already swollen almost to the bursting point – how the whole length of it throbbed and jerked as if it had a life of its own, as if he were already about to cum.
"Take your time, oh please take your time," she begged. "Make it last for me, Jack." But the young man was past all hearing as he stared down at the tender flesh beneath, seeing his cock-head already slipping into the needfully dilating vaginal opening that would soon house his entire aching member. With an inarticulate cry, the young man let his full weight fall forward, pressing deep into the softly clinging passage below, letting his hips drive his throbbing penis slowly and relentlessly up into the desire-heated depths between his wife's legs.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned, feeling as if his cock were going to explode immediately, knowing how much he wanted the sweet agony of shooting his hot sperm up into Angela's trembling little belly. And Angela too felt the pulsating member slide up into her more than willing vagina, hurting for a moment and then seeming to fill her with a wild electric shock.
"Uuuuunnnnnhhh," she moaned, her quivering thighs failing open wider to welcome the wonderful intrusion. Perhaps the liquor had released some inhibitions, but the delighted young woman realized she had almost cum with that first hard push. "Maybe tonight… oh God, maybe! Make love to me, Jack," she moaned, "make love to me hard."
The powerful young man hovering above her drew his cock part way out of her hungering cuntal depths, ready to thrust it deep once again to bring her the relief she so desperately needed. Then his body froze and a look of agony came over his face. "I-I can't," he gasped. "I-I'm going to cum… can't hold it back." To her horror, the excited young housewife felt her husband's burgeoning cock already trembling in her, beginning to spasm, too soon, too soon!
"Try, Jack, try," she begged, but it was no use. With an inarticulate cry, the young man fell forward, once again ramming his heavy weapon far up into Angela's receptive cunt just as his white-hot sperm began to spout from the incredibly swollen head.
"Now, now, I'm cumming now," he cried as his back arched, holding his prematurely spurting member buried deep up inside his wife's body.
"No, no," Angela wailed in despair, her hips thrashing as if she were trying to work her husband's rigid penis in and out of her pussy all by herself, knowing that in just another few seconds she would have had the orgasm she so violently needed, the orgasm that had been denied her for so long. Churning and panting, the desperate young woman tried to make it come true, but it was useless. With a final groan, her husband collapsed heavily over her body, pinning her motionless with his exhausted weight. Already she could feel his depleted penis shrinking into uselessness up inside her desperately clutching vagina. Her body too, gave one last frantic shudder, but then surrendered in despair, lying in simmering frustrated need on the bed. The two, husband and wife, lay that way for several moments.
"I-I'm sorry," Jack panted, finally raising his head, but unable to look his wife straight in the eye.
"Sorry," she began bitterly. "Sorry… how does that help…" but then she broke off as she saw the hurt look on her husband's handsome face. "I didn't mean that," she said quickly. "I-I… sometimes I guess I just don't know what I'm saying." Reaching up tenderly, the lovely young blonde began caressing her husband's head, soothing him as if he had been the disappointed one. They lay quietly together for a while, he beside her now, until finally he rolled away from her body with a grunt and was almost instantly asleep. It took the toiling woman quite some time to work the blankets and sheets down so that she could cover him, and then she too crawled under the covers. The young wife closed her eyes to try and sleep, but they soon popped open again. While she had been engaged in comforting her husband, Angela had not noticed her own need, but now that she was lying still in bed, the nagging demanding hunger was once again making itself felt.
Nervously the young wife shifted her legs, pressing her thighs together as if trying to smother the fire that continued to smolder up between them, threatening to burst into flame at any moment. But the added pressure only forced her sensitive vaginal lips against one another and actually increased her frustration. Half-stifling a moan of desire, the young woman felt one hand sliding down over her naked belly underneath the sheets as if it had a life of its own. She knew what she was going to do and tried to stop herself in guilty horror, but it was no use. Inch by inch her trembling hand descended, until it was resting nervously on her soft-curled pubic mound. The confused blonde knew this was wrong and tried to will herself to stop, but her body was crying out for release, and bit by bit, the only thing left in her fevered mind was the reality of those ready fingers poised so near to her aching need.
Not conscious that she had moved, the raggedly breathing girl suddenly felt her fingers press hard against her fevered cuntal flesh, all her fingers at once massaging in a slow soothing movement, touching herself first here, then there, almost crying aloud as a hot bolt of sheer bliss radiated up from her grateful cunt.
Becoming more selective, the young blonde slowly worked her forefinger into the hot wet slit, moving it upward with agonizing slowness, stroking the sensitive inner surfaces until finally it poised right over her expectantly throbbing little clitoris, then pressed down hard on the tiny sensation bud. Angela's entire body jerked as if someone had run a heavy charge of electricity through it, her back arching and mouth and eyes opening wide. For a moment the young woman held frozen in this position as if she had been turned to stone, but then she slowly settled back down on the mattress as the first incredible spasm passed. Her buttocks began to slowly revolve as she circled her middle finger lightly over her clitoris, teasing herself, working up to what would follow. From time to time the maddening finger slid lower along the wet slippery slit, dipping experimentally just up inside her steaming pussy opening, wetting itself with the fresh secretions of her passion that bubbled there, then back up to stroke her painfully swollen clitoris. Thus Angela worked herself up to an unbearable passion with her torturing finger. With a groan she opened her sleek white thighs wide and jammed her middle finger far up into her hungry cunt, sighing with relief as she felt herself partially filled.
But it was not enough. Compared to the great rod of flesh that had so deliciously stretched her vagina such a short time ago, the panting young housewife knew that her one finger was ridiculously inadequate. Desperately she inserted another finger, worming them around in a wild pattern as far up into her burning vaginal depths as she could reach, then beginning to slide them rhythmically in and out, her hips rising to meet them in an obscene motion as old as time. On and on she thrust, her head beginning to twist and turn on the pillow as her passion mounted, her eyes half-closed, staring out unseeingly beneath her long silky lashes. Once Jack groaned and rolled over in his sleep and the startled young woman froze, certain that she would be caught in her sinful act, but in a few seconds her husband was once again loudly snoring, deeply anesthetized by alcohol and sex.
Feeling her cunt flowering open in greedy desire, the emboldened housewife put in a third finger, then fucked them lewdly into her shuddering loins for a seeming eternity. In and out the rigid fingers flashed, wet and gleaming from her heated vaginal secretions. Finally, the lewdly twisting young blonde felt it coming, her desperately needed orgasm. It grew far up inside her heaving belly like a building tidal wave, bigger and bigger until she knew it would break over her in exquisite bliss any moment. But the straining young woman was unprepared for the white-hot bolt of energy that shot up from her contracting womb to expand her already swollen breasts, then back down again to ricochet wildly over her spasming loins. She had to stuff her free hand in her mouth to keep from screaming out her ecstasy while her hips jerked up hard against her pounding fingers, once, twice, three times, her stomach muscles sucking in convulsively. The climaxing young wife was dimly aware of a warm slippery flood gushing out over her hand as her climaxing womb released its long stored up passion. Then, with one last shudder, it was over, and Angela's lovely body collapsed back limply into the mattress, her ringers slipping wetly from her still vibrating cunt. Right then, the temporarily satisfied young wife wouldn't have cared if her husband woke up to stare at her in disbelief as she lay gasping in pleasure, her face radiant with fulfillment, her taut, wide-set breasts using and falling quickly with her labored breathing.
But bit by bit the guilty reaction set in. Once again she had been unable to stop herself, the remorseful young housewife thought. Once again she had let the shameful needs of her body win out over her conscience. Large slow tears trickled from her eyes, turning them into huge blue liquid pools as the full knowledge of her weakness tore apart her triumphant mood of just a few seconds ago. Why, oh why did she do things like this? the unhappy young blonde asked herself in agony. There seemed to be no answer, Angela thought in growing despair. She was on a treadmill, a motorized treadmill, and somebody somewhere was speeding it up. In the back of her mind she dimly realized that it was normal for a healthy young woman to have sexual appetites, but, at the same time, she was hard put to struggle against her childhood training.
Angela's parents had been religious, fairly simple folk, trying to raise their daughter within their own code. While they were never cruel or capricious, they were at the same time unyielding, completely convinced of the divine rightness of their views. Naturally, the area in which they had been most strict was in regard to sex, or rather the denial of it. Angela was forbidden to go out with boys until her senior year in high school, and then only with those carefully screened and selected by her parents. At the same time, her parent's deeply ingrained prudery made it impossible for them to tell her anything about "sex", which they used almost as some foul curse word, to be repeated only when necessary for the emphasis of important moral lessons. So the young girl grew up totally ignorant of the implications of her parent's repeated warnings against the sins of the flesh.
Several times the dull young men her parents picked out for Angela proved to a little more enterprising than expected and made fumbling passes, attempting to fondle her budding young breasts or sliding inexperienced hands up under her dress. It was less a knowledge of what the boys were trying to do than an automatic revulsion to their strained panting and lust-filled expressions that caused the young girl to fend them off.
The big change came though, when Angela went to college. There was no college near her home town, so she was sent off to a large university upstate, one of the best, armed with her parents' blessings and warnings to shun evil ways. By this time she was in the full bloom of her young beauty, a dream vision to the horny young men on campus. They all went after her in a rush, and the first year was one of confusion and near terror for the inexperienced young girl.
For two or three years Angela had lived in horror of someday some man putting his… thing… up there, ever since one of her more precocious girl friends had told the young innocent the facts of life, taking childish delight in frightening Angela as much as possible. But now, for the first time, the budding beauty found herself occasionally thinking that might not be a bad idea. Strange tingling yearnings inside her heretofore ignored inner passage demanded some kind of attention.
Perhaps the confused young woman might have fallen victim to one of the hungry predatory young male students if she hadn't had another very important line of defense – the sanctity of her virginity! Time and time again Angela saved herself by desperately clinging to the idea that she must have this precious flower to offer the man she would eventually marry. Imprisoned in the arms of some strong young male, panting with desire as the young Lothario expertly slid his knowing fingers over her trembling young body, Angela would pull away at the very last minute, horrified by the knowledge that each encounter brought her a little nearer to the ragged edge of helpless physical surrender. Very quickly, the badgered young girl got the reputation of being a cruel tease, but this was a real mistake on the part of her would-be lovers. If any of them had had a little more patience and psychology, she would have soon tumbled into their waiting beds. As it was, Angela was a very physical girl, or, at least her body was. But, after twenty years of strict parental training, her mind was straight, narrow… and frightened.
And then she met Jack. Jack Sims was more than four years older than Angela. A stint in the army had delayed his academic education, and the young ex-soldier was now in college on the G.I. Bill. He was tall and good-looking, and enough smarter and more experienced than the other young males on campus to be able to have his pick of the girls. One look at Angela was enough to turn the trick for Jack. After two years of slogging through jungles, dodging ambushes, the lovely Technicolor reality of this innocent young coed was enough to guide Cupid's arrow right through the center of his heart. At first a little nervous around the obviously more experienced older man, Angela soon came to treasure the seemingly mature guidance he gave her.
Within a month after their first meeting, both the young people knew they were destined for each other, a state of affairs that removed Angela's last natural psychological protection against the temptations of lust.
One warm spring night she and her young hero were lying on the grass behind the library, protected from prying eyes by a screen of bushes and the dark. Jack had removed Angela's brassiere, not for the first time. However, in the past, this was about as far as it ever went, Jack delighting his intended by nibbling and sucking at the ripely rounded mounds that she so timidly exposed to him. Maybe it was the spring air, maybe it was just time, but the whole thing got out of hand. A couple of times before, Jack had got as far as to slip a finger inside the elastic leg band of Angela's panties, once even working it part way up inside her incredibly tight little virginal opening. The first time Angela had ever felt this happen had almost stunned her by the intensity of the feelings awakened in her long-denied body, but, at the same time, she became frightened and made Jack stop.
This time the delighted, if apprehensive, young virgin did not stop the intruding finger, but, instead, writhed and moaned on the soft grass as Jack wormed his middle finger higher and higher up inside her tight cuntal depths, relaxing, stretching wide the reluctant opening. By the time Jack was working her panties down over her feet, the wildly aroused young coed was past knowing what was happening, and didn't notice Jack pulling down his pants to release his already erect cock-shaft. Then, suddenly, there was a sensation of weight, and the delicious stroking of her eager young cunt changed into incredible pain. Looking up suddenly, the terrified virgin saw Jack's manly form hovering over her, his hips pressed tightly into her own agonized loins. Some last bit of control kept the young woman from screaming out into the night as Jack's mighty rod of lust-driven male flesh tore through her fragile hymen, searing her loins with agony. Mercifully, it was short, and the excited Jack was cumming after several long hard stabs up into the virgin depths below, engulfing her no longer virginal cunt with the first hot flood of sperm she had ever known.
Angela was at first overcome by shame for what she had done, or rather, what she had let happen to her. Vowing to never again become involved in such an obscene and painful activity, the young coed was chagrined to discover herself, just two weeks later, once again spread-eagled below a panting and thrusting Jack. The dam had been breached! Angela had launched on her sexual life as a mature woman whether she knew it or not. But, still the young woman held on to her beliefs, convincing herself that this was different, even if still somehow sinful. After all, Jack was the man she was going to marry, and, being influenced by some of her more daring and uninhibited roommates, the eager young girl said to herself that a simple piece of paper such as a marriage certificate could never make her love for her man any righter than it was just now. But that's as far as it went. Never would the young coed have even let the thought enter her mind of sleeping with another man, one not intended her by God.
Soon another problem began to bother the young beauty. The second time she made love it no longer hurt, but, to her amazement, even felt kind of good. For the next two or three weeks.
Angela dutifully let Jack make love to her, gaining warm satisfaction out of the obvious pleasure her beloved got from the act, and a few sensitive tickles for herself. But then one day, after Jack had coaxed her into straddling his loins while he lay on his back, so that Angela had to slide up and down on her lover's impaling cock, the young woman had suddenly been stunned by an incredible sensation that burst unexpectedly in her penis-filled cunt. Her eyes opening wide in shock, the young girl had let out a little yelp and jumped off Jack's body, his huge gleaming shaft slipping out of her cunt and rearing up like an angry white cobra.
"Hey, what the…?" Jack exclaimed. "What happened?"
"I-I don't know," Angela said in confusion. "Something happened… felt strange inside." To her further dismay, Jack started laughing.
"You just had your first orgasm, silly," he chuckled.
"Really?" Angela responded. A pleased little smile came over her face and she lay down with a sigh next to her lover.
"Hey, wait a minute," Jack said in mock sternness. "You may have had your orgasm, but I haven't had mine." He pointed to his swollen penis and ordered, "Now, get back up on there and don't stop until you milk it dry."
Angela blushed at his lewd words and at the sight of his huge member so nakedly awaiting her, but did as he asked, being rewarded with her own second orgasm just as Jack began pumping his hot semen up into her ever more receptive womb. In those days Jack had been a strong and untiring lover, bringing Angela to orgasm time after time. But for some reason it all changed after their marriage. For reasons that neither of the young couple could put their finger on, Jack became more hasty, not exactly thoughtless, but genuinely unable to hold back his orgasm until his new wife had hers. In the nearly twelve months since they had been married, Angela had had just two or three climaxes, just enough to tease her, remind her what she was missing, but not enough to still the raging need that grew day after day up inside her cum-starved depths.
All these thoughts and more passed through the young wife's mind as she lay in hopeless despair in her bed, the slow tears still trickling down her cheeks. She didn't know how much longer she could fight the powerful desires that coursed through her sensual young body, and, at the same time, she hated herself for being the victim of these desires. "Temptations of the flesh," her parents had said, and she succumbed to them like the most wanton scarlet woman. If only she could be satisfied with her lot, Angela thought in despair. She loved her husband, and they got along in all ways but this one, the one she couldn't seem to do without. Lately, faint thoughts of leaving Jack and at least escaping the terrible torture of sleeping next to his powerful body unfulfilled, had come to her. In despair, she put the thought from her mind, but it came back on its own, seaming her that something would have to be done soon, or she would lose her mind.
Finally, sleep released the young woman from her mental torture, and she lay stretched out beside her husband, a false picture of youth and beauty and contentment.