Steve removed all his clothes, then lay down beside his wife. Her hand immediately encircled his prick, which was ropelike again but rather firm. Only a few strokes were required to restore the organ to thrusting stiffness.
"So tell me what the prostitute did after she sucked your cock," Sharon said, by way of recalling the subject they had been discussing earlier.
"She let me take her, of course," Steve reported.
"How did you take her, darling? Describe it to me."
"Well, I…" He slid his hand up Sharon's bare thighs, pushing her skirt in front of it. He petted her tummy through her thin nylon panties, and her flesh shivered erotically.
"J want to take you now," he said.
"Fuck me the way you fucked her," Sharon requested.
It thrilled Steve to hear his wife use that forbidden word, and his hard dick jerked in her warm, encircling grasp.
"I, uh, didn't really fuck her, I guess you could say." He pulled down the elastic top of Sharon's panties and bent to kiss her on the belly. "I sort of let her fuck me."
"What do you mean?" Sharon asked innocently.
"She got on top of me," he explained.
"Did you enjoy that, darling?" Sharon asked. "Do you like it when a woman gets on top of you?"
"Yes, it was… very good." He was having trouble with his speech again.
"I think I'll get on top of you this time," she said. "Hurry up and take off my panties."
He gave a little groan as he pulled her panties down, baring the delicate, golden-red tuft on her pussy mound, then the hair-lined lips of her cunt itself. "God, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed.
"More beautiful than the prostitute?"
"Much more."
"Was she a blonde or brunette?" Sharon asked as Steve removed the panties from her upraised feet.
"Half and half," he said.
Sharon giggled. "You mean the hair on her pussy wasn't the same color as the hair on her head?"
He groaned again and leaned closer to her lovely crotch. "How'd you learn a word like pussy?" he asked.
"Oh, I heard it somewhere. Girls know all those words, even they don't use them."
"I like you to use them," he said, "when we like this."
"And I like you to use them on me," she told him.
She certainly had changed, all right! Steve thought. He couldn't get over it.
He leaned closer to her adorable cunt, blew at it, and watched the silken hairs dance.
"Do you like my pussy?" Sharon asked.
"I love your pussy, darling," he said huskily. "It's the cutest pussy in the whole world!"
"Why don't you… kiss it?" He sat up and stared at her. She smiled.
"Well, I kissed you down there, didn't I?" she pointed out.
He didn't say anything. He was thinking. He had persuaded himself that her sucking of his cock had been on impulse, merely the result of a crazy urge that had come over her on the spur of the moment. But for her to come out and ask him to reciprocate by kissing her between the legs – that suggested premeditation or, at least, pre-knowledge. He hadn't said anything about kissing the Alaskan whore that way.
"What's the matter?" she asked when he continued to stare at her strangely. She was afraid that she had been too bold.
"How did you know about… kissing down there?" he asked her.
"All girls know about that, silly." She tried to treat the matter casually. "And most of them wish their men would do it."
"You never asked me to do it before."
"You never asked me to suck you, either," she said.
"I didn't want you to. I mean, I didn't think you should."
"But you enjoyed it. Oh, Steve, let's quit being silly with each other."
By now he was severely troubled. Sharon wasn't just different than she had been before: she was like another person altogether. How could she possibly have changed so much… unless…
No! Steve thought. I won't believe she's been unfaithful to me!
But if she had, he conjectured, that might explain why she hadn't gotten any when he had revealed his own infidelity.
"Darling come on," she coaxed, caressing him about the head and exerting a gentle downward pressure. "Treat me nice, hmmm?"
He had no objection to kissing her cunt. In fact, the idea appealed to him. But her knowledge of the act and her eagerness unnerved him. The possibility that she had been with another man kept haunting his mind.
No! I won't believe it! he told himself again.
There must be another explanation. She probably just heard about muff-diving like she said, and was curious to try it.
But why wasn't she ever curious before?
"Did you kiss the prostitute down there?" Sharon asked as he continued to hesitate.
"No!"
"Didn't she appeal to you that way?"
He lifted his head. "Goddammit, Sharon!"
"All right!" She closed her legs and scooted to the edge of the bed. "Don't do it. I don't care."
"I want to ask you something," he said, "and I want you to be as honest with me as I was with you. Will you agree?"
She knew what was coming and prepared herself. "Of course."
"Was there somebody else while I was gone?"
She seemed shocked. "Darling, how could you even think such a thing?" she asked, looking him right in the eyes.
She seemed to be telling the truth. Though he felt better, his suspicion wasn't completely laid to rest.
His cock had slumped during the last few minutes. Sharon noted this, and she reached out to clasp the softened tool in her hand again.
"That feels good," he admitted, smiling.
"Then don't be a meany," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
"I'm sorry I accused you," he said, rolling onto his side to face her.
They kissed, and he unfastened her dress. She helped him remove it and then he took off her brassiere.
Her full boobs stand restlessly as she settled onto her back. Her pink nipples lengthened.
"I love these," he told her, brushing his hands across her beautiful tits, causing them to wobble sensually.
"Did the prostitute have better ones?" she asked.
"No. Hers were skinny."
"Maybe mine are too fat."
"Yours are perfect!" he exclaimed as he quickly bowed his head to them.
He caressed her titties tenderly, causing the resilient mounds to shiver, and he chased her bobbing stiff nipples with his lips and tongue.
Sharon thrilled to the touch of his hand and to his nibbling and licking. Her nipples seemed to swell even larger. They felt as if they were about to burst.
His moist lips tugged at first one nipple, then the other, and her excitement increased. She reached out to grip his cock once more.
He had acquired a perfect new hard-on. She stroked the hard shaft lovingly as he sucked her tits.
"Go down on me, Steve," she begged. "Please go down on me!"
He was so aroused by this time that he couldn't refuse. But his suspicion about her heightened. She was just too anxious for him to lick her twat. As much as he hated to believe it, he could hardly avoid the conclusion that she had gotten her cunt lapped by somebody else.
He crossed under her near thigh and brought it to rest on his shoulder as he bent close to her gash. He held her other thigh against the bed and moved it as far from its twin as was comfortably possible. Her slit widened, and the pink inner folds were exposed. Those luscious cuntlips were moist with excitement.
He stuck out his tongue and swabbed it gently up one edge of her pussy mound, plastering her pussy hairs against the soft, pliant flesh.
"Oooooh!" Sharon moaned. She was beside herself with passion.
Steve licked down the other large cuntlip. Then, using his thumbs, he widened her succulent crack until her entire cunt was exposed. He lay his tongue into it and lapped very gently across her urethra and her clit, which tinged ecstatically in response.
"Steve! Ooh, angel!" she cried. "I love that!"
He continued to lick her clitoris, working round and round the hooded nubbin, then across it several times. Her hips bobbed spastically, making it difficult for him to remain on target. But she couldn't help herself. Steve's licking was even better than Todd's had been! she thought. He was a wonderful lover!
Finally he caught her clit between his moist, warm lips and sucked on the sensitive little lump of erectile tissue. She shrilled her delight.
Next he let his tongue glide fully into the mouth of her cunt, and rotated it in the soft, moist, enticingly scented hole. His suspicion that another man had recently driven his dick into that intimate receptacle created something of an aversion to the act, but he was determined to prolong the cunt-lapping to make certain she would be ready for the thrust of his cock.
Her pussy palpitated around his fucking tongue as rich moisture dribbled onto it and slid down his throat.
He kept stroking his tongue in and out of her cunt hole until she reached a frenzied pitch of arousal. Then he stopped the tongue-fucking and quickly crawled up beside her, flopping onto his back. She leaped astride him immediately.
"Oh God, ooh God," she panted, "I've got to have this!" She clutched his moist, throbbing cock and tilted it into her descending split.
She sat straight up and flexed her legs perfectly, not bearing down on him too hard, and imparted a magnificent massage to his prick. This gave further support to his suspicion about her. A woman who had never fucked this way – and Sharon had never before screwed like this with him – wouldn't likely have done it so well the first time, he thought.
He closed his eyes, refusing to look at her – though she was a provocative sight, with her full boobs bobbing and her hair swinging like some exotic horse's mane. He concentrated entirely on the voluptuous sensations she imparted to his prick as her cunt twisted and stroked around it. He began to drive his rod rhythmically up into her sloshy hole.
She let out little whining sounds as she humped faster and faster.
Finally she began to babble: "Ooh, darling… oooh… oooooh… God, that's good! Oooh, fuck me! FUCK MEEEE!!"
She came tumultuously, her hot cunt grasping his cock like a velvet-gloved hand, and he squirted upward into her womb again and again.
He was limp with satiation when his ejaculation finally stopped, and he lay motionless, his prick softening in her cuntal grip.
She lay forward against him, mashing her tits on his chest. She felt wonderfully satisfied. This had been a delightful evening – perhaps the greatest of her entire life.
There was, however, one slight note of apprehension. She wondered if he was still suspicious of her. She had been a bit too bold with him, she realized. Once they had gotten started with the oral lovemaking, it had been impossible for her to hold back.
He had no actual reason to suspect anything, she assured herself. At least, he couldn't prove anything against her. Still, she was sorry she hadn't been able to exercise more restraint.
But if she had exercised restraint, she wouldn't have had such a luscious time, and right now that seemed to be the most important thing.
"I love you," she said as she kissed him on the lips.
He returned the kiss, but without enthusiasm. And he didn't say anything.
He does suspect me, she concluded fearfully. What am I going to do?
Steve awakened during the night and brooded as he lay beside his sleeping wife. Incredible as it seemed, in view of the fact that she had always been so sweet and loving, it now appeared to him a virtual certainty that she had cheated on him while he was away.
He wondered who the man was and how the affair had come about. Sharon must have fancied herself in love with the guy, Steve thought, or she wouldn't have gotten mixed up with him. Steve still couldn't regard her as the sort who would play around casually.
He wanted to know all about it. He wanted to demand a full accounting from her. But she would only deny the whole thing, he realized. Without proof, he would be made to look like a fool, and he had too much pride to permit that.
He wondered whether she still had some feeling for the other man and whether she intended to see him again. Jealousy racked Steve's mind.
He sat up in bed and looked at Sharon, who was sleeping so peacefully. Now she seemed as sweet and "innocent" as ever. But he knew that wasn't so.
What a bittersweet homecoming this had been! he thought. He had discovered in his bride of less than one year a depth of passion which he hadn't dreamed she possessed. This would have given him cause for rejoicing, if it weren't for the fact, that another man had awakened that passion within her. Now Steve felt betrayed.
Tossing and turning, he remained awake for quite some time. When he finally went back to sleep, his dreams were troubled, mirroring the conflict and confusion in his conscious mind.
A wife was worth coming home to only if she was true, he believed. Otherwise she was no better than the whores he could have when he was away. And love was just a word unless she felt it for him alone.
The fact that he too, had been unfaithful was of no importance in his view. A different standard applied to men.
Sharon had been liberated from her Victorianism, but Steve was still firmly in the grip of his.