Sharon awakened first.
She sat up and looked at her sleeping husband – whiskers bristling from his cheeks, and his hair mussed. He wasn't exactly handsome now, but she loved him anyway. She loved him very much.
Moving cautiously, so as to avoid waking him yet, she lowered the covers from his body. He was lying on his back with his legs flung somewhat apart, and his cock and balls were fully displayed.
His prick was soft and lying sideways. It bore some slightly crusted remnants of the previous nights juicy fucking.
Sharon bent close to her husband's rod and blew gently. Her breath tickled him, and he stirred. But he didn't quite awaken.
She took hold of his cock and stroked the foreskin up and down several times, causing his pink glans to alternately surge into the open and disappear. This action brought a rush of blood flowing into his tool, and erection occurred even before he woke up. That surprised Sharon.
The stimulation did awaken him, however. He blinked, felt the pleasurable warmth which her hand had induced, and reached out for her. Then he remembered what he had concluded the previous evening and withdrew. He lay on his pillow and merely looked up at her, unsmiling and saying nothing.
She smiled. "Good morning, darling." She kept her hand around his stiff cock but didn't move it.
"Morning," he said finally.
"Sleep well?"
"Are you, uh, in the mood?" She smiled again, impishly.
"Not right now," he said, moving her hand away from his cock.
He might as well have slapped her across the face.
"But you've… you've got a hard-on," she told him.
"That's because I have to piss," he said, deciding there was no reason to restrict his language when he talked with her from now on. He wasn't interested in protecting her feeling in other ways, either.
His language didn't bother her, but his attitude certainly did.
"Go ahead and piss," she told him, her tone somewhat testy. "I'll wait for you."
He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, his hard prick sticking out in front of him. As she watched him leave, she got the idea that he might remain in the bathroom to shower and shave, and she didn't want that. She needed him this morning, but even more importantly she wanted to get him over his suspicious pique. She felt that the way to accomplish this was to force herself on him, thereby demonstrating that she loved him and making him prove that he loved her in return.
She got out of bed and followed him, pushing open the bathroom door.
While Todd was living with her, she had watched him urinate once. She had been curious, and so she had watched. He hadn't minded. But now, when she moved up to Steve, he turned his back. He was bent a little forward, so that he could aim his straight prick down at the toilet, and his urine was striking the water with a loud, vigorous sound.
She started to move around in front of him, and again he shifted his position. His urine continued to flow briskly. Laughing, she jumped back and forth until finally he gave up trying to conceal himself, and she watched the completion of his urinating.
He milked his cock dry, and she watched that also. His tool was soft now, but it remained longer than when completely relaxed.
He glared at her. "Well, are you satisfied?"
She smiled. "That was, cute. But I won't be satisfied until after we get back into bed."
"I don't want to go back to bed," he said bluntly.
She realized that some drastic action was called for if she was going to bring him around, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Steve was shocked. He tried to push her away and to turn and leave the bathroom, but she grasped his ass and held on tightly, her fingertips sinking into his crack.
She tilted her head to the side and bent to catch the end of his prick in her mouth. His foreskin was down, and his glans felt funny with the hood around it. As she began to suck at the flaccid instrument and to tongue the softly ruffled lip of foreskin, she tasted not only a trace of last night's fucking but some very salty, strong drops of piss, as well.
Still, she enjoyed what she was doing and remained intent upon arousing him. Though he was repelled by her aggressiveness in sucking his cock right there in the bathroom and immediately after he had urinated, he nevertheless responded. His cockhead swelled in her mouth, and his foreskin began to retract. Her tongue pushed the covering the rest of the way back, and she sucked his naked, tasty glans.
His cock was sticking straight out and upward, and she didn't have to hold it any longer. This permitted her to slide her hand down and fondle his nuts while she glided her encircling lips up and down, up and down, on his slick, hard, knob-ended pole. He writhed on the balls of his feet and groaned. He began to jab his prick in and out of his wife's sucking mouth.
But she didn't want him to finish that way this time. She wanted a more active demonstration of desire on his part. He was going to have to prove that he really wanted her, in spite of his suspicions. Then gradually, she hoped, she would be able to convince him that those suspicions were groundless.
She quit sucking his cock and let it flip out of her mouth to stick up – hard, wet, and gleaming. She got to her feet.
"Come on, darling," she said, as she began leading him back to the bed.
He had to go along. Through it seemed to him she had turned into a whore, he wanted and needed her now.
She climbed onto the bed, and he got another surprise when she positioned herself on hands and knees. This was another position he had never used with her, and it therefore furnished further evidence of her infidelity while he was gone. But passion was ruling him now, and he eagerly dropped onto his knees behind her.
She bent fully forward until her boobs were pressed against the bed. This made her cunt excitingly available to him, and, as she moved her knees farther apart, her ass crack opened to reveal to him, for the first time, the cute puckered dimple of her bung.
She rotated her hips teasingly, and the entire erotic display moved round and round. "Come on, be my doggy, darling," she said, using an expression that Todd had taught her.
Steve's erection gave a jerk. Then he grasped the sturdy pole, wiggled closer, and stabbed his cockhead into the meaty swamp of her cunt.
She pushed backward, and her cunt actually seemed to gulp up his thrusting rod. He sank the bone-hard rod all the way into her hole, and her cushiony butt came to rest against his belly.
He placed his hands on her smooth, rounded hips. She resumed rotating them as he began to I pull and thrust, driving his prick in and out of her well-oiled hole.
It was great fucking! Steve thought.
If only he hadn't known what he knew about her, he would have considered himself in paradise. Coming home from the cold desolation of Alaska to this kind of intimate warmth was the dream of every man on his crew. And he had it right in his hands and around his pulsating, probing prick.
But it was a faithless cunt he was fucking.
Another mans cunt, he thought, though supposedly committed to him by marnage.
Resentment combined with his lust to drive his cock harder and faster. He draped himself over the back of his wife, and filled his hands with her soft, dangling tits as he screwed her viciously.
She loved the vigor of his assault, taking its ferocity as proof of his desire for her.
"Fuck me… fuck me!" she chanted. "Ooh, baby, keep fucking me haaard!"
He fucked her as hard as he could, driving his brutal prick up her slippery, snug channel, slamming his belly against her bouncy ass. Gasping, then moaning with bliss, she came. The spastic contractions of her pussy brought him along, and he blasted his hot sperm unto her cunt, his cock twitching and his balls emptying themselves ecstatically.
"Ooh, darling… darling… that was so wonderful!" she said, her knees sliding backward as she sank onto her belly.
Steve came to rest atop her, his prick still embedded in her cunt. He didn't say anything.
She moved forward, breaking their connection, then twisted onto her back to look up at him. "What's the matter?" she asked earnestly. "Why aren't you talking to me?"
"It's nothing," he said. But his tone and expression made clear the fact that it was something very important indeed.
"I love you," she said again, and added, "only you."
He asked, "Are you sure?"
"I'm positive," she said.
He wanted to believe her. But he could not. He pushed himself up onto his knees and backed off the bed.
"I'm gonna take a shower," he announced, and went into the bathroom.
Sharon's happiness vanished in the realization that her marriage was in serious trouble. She loved and wanted Steve; she felt certain that she wouldn't look at another man again, even Todd. But Steve evidently was so suspicious of her conduct while he was gone that he couldn't respond to her as he used to.
Or maybe he didn't like the idea of having a sexual liberated wife, she conjectured. Maybe he preferred her as she used to be – shocked by four-letter words and knowing only one way to have sex.
She didn't know what she was going to do to win him back. She couldn't go back to the way she was before he went to Alaska, and she wouldn't have done that if she could. As for getting him over his suspicion of her, perhaps time would help in that regard. But time could work against her, also.
What if, while he was brooding, he were to meet and fall for somebody else?
She doubled her fist and slammed it angrily against a pillow. Why did Steve have to be so damned square, she wondered, and why only with her? It was all right for those prostitutes in Alaska to do anything and everything – but when his sweet little wife behaved the same way, it aroused his suspicion and even his dislike for her.
He had enjoyed what he did, just the same. He had proved that. He didn't really know what was good for him or what he wanted, she concluded. But she had been the same way not long ago. Her only hope, it seemed, was that somehow he could be educated, as she had been.
She didn't know how or when it would happen, or whether their marriage would hang together that long. She lay back on the bed and felt like crying. What should have been one of the happiest times of her life had turned into a bitter experience.
During the ensuing days – and nights – Steve withdrew from her more and more. He frequently went out alone, and refused to tell her where he had been. One night he came home drunk. It was only then that she was able to get a good fucking from him, but afterwards he again accused her of being unfaithful, and demanded to know whether the other man had screwed her as well as he had just done.
She had cried herself to sleep.
The following morning, he was up and out of the apartment before she awakened. She feared at first that he had left her, but a quick investigation of the closet revealed that his clothes were still there.
She hoped he hadn't gene out to drink some more. Though she no longer had anything against liquor per se, she believed it could only make matters worse between Steve and herself. When he was drunk, he had consented to fuck her – but with hostility rather than love – and he'd made nasty accusations afterwards.
The fact that the nasty accusations were true didn't help her state of mind in the least.
Again she berated herself for ever having anything to do with Todd. But if she hadn't, she wouldn't have come out of her shell. She and Steve might have gotten along all right, but they would have been only half alive as far as sex was concerned.
She took a bath, got dressed, and prepared herself a light breakfast. She kept hoping Steve would return soon and she would be able to talk with him. But he had been unreachable for the last several days, and she had no reason to hope things would improve.
Toward midmorning, the door buzzer sounded.
At first, she thought, That's Steve! and leaped to answer the summons. But on her way to the door, she realized that he would have used his key and walked right in. She slowed down, and the buzzer sounded again before she reached the door.
She opened it and stared with shock, then alarm, at the person standing outside.
"Hello, Sis," Todd said with a grin. He walked in, carrying his suitcase. "Is Steve around?"
"Wh-What are you doing here?" she demanded.
He swung the door closed behind him. "Is Steve here or isn't he?"
No, he isn't, Sharon said. Not now.
"But he's back from Alaska, right? I mean, you were expecting him in a few days when I left."
"Yes, he's back from Alaska. Todd, why aren't you at school?"
He walked to the sofa and sat down. "That was a bad scene," he said. "When they wrote for my credits, they got a bad report on me. The complete shit. I should've known that would happen."
"So they kicked you out?"
"Yeah." He grinned. "Looks like I'm back on your hands again."
"Oh, no!" she said vehemently. "You can't stay here. Not this time."
"Come on, baby."
"No! And that's final, Todd."
"I won't let anything slip to Steve," he promised. "I'll sleep here on the sofa, and you two lovebirds can have your privacy in the bedroom."
"That wouldn't work," she said. "And, anyway, we're not exactly lovebirds anymore."
Todd seemed surprised. "What's the matter? I figured you and Steve would groove pretty good after he came back – I mean, with you knowing all you know about sex now." He winked.
"That's just the trouble. I came on too strong and made Steve suspicious. He's sure I was making it with someone while he was gone."
Todd seemed alarmed. "Does he know I was here?"
"Are you crazy? Do you think I would tell him that?"
He relaxed. "Then don't sweat it, baby. He'll get over his snit. Just keep showin' him a good time. Do all the things I taught you."
"Oh, shut up!" she said. "And get out of here. He's liable to be back any minute."
A sly look came over Todd's face. "I think I'll wait and talk with him. Steve and I have always gotten along pretty good. I bet he'll agree to let me stay."
"Todd, don't ask him. Ooh, please!"
"What's the matter? Don't you think I can keep my mouth shut about its?" His expression changed. "Or is it that you don't trust yourself with me around? Is that the hang-up, baby?"
She tensed herself. "Todd, are you going to get out of here, or will I have to call the police?"
He laughed. "Don't hype me, honey. Calling the police is something you won't ever do. That would kick up a big fuss, and the truth would be sure to come out then."
She was afraid he was right. The situation seemed hopeless.
She decided to appeal to Todd as her brother. She sat down on the sofa beside him and looked him earnestly in the eyes.
"Todd, if we ever meant, anything to each other – as brother and sister, I mean – please do this for me. Get out of here and don't come back."
"How about what we meant to each other the last time I was here? Doesn't that count for anything any more?"
"I just want to forget that," she said miserably.
"Well, I don't. I dug it. And you dug it, too, regardless of what you want to think now. Come here, baby." He reached for her.
"No, Todd… noo!" she exclaimed as she tried to struggle to her feet.
But he was all over her, holding her against the sofa with the pressure of his body as he grasped a boob with one hand and positioned her face with the other. He kissed her, forcing open her lips, and his tongue jammed into her mouth.
Her brain went into a dizzying whirl. I can't let him do this! she thought. If Steve were to walk in now, it would be awful!
But Todd's kiss turned her on so strongly that her resistance melted. She didn't have Steve – really have him – any more, but she could have Todd. And she wanted him.
Her tongue stirred against his, and she relaxed in his arms. His hand slid down to her thighs, and he began pushing her dress up.
She tore her mouth free. "We'll have to hurry," she gasped. "We can't let Steve catch us."
"Then we'll do it the quick way," he said, his fingertips already stroking her warm, soft pussy through the crotchband of her nylon briefs. "Open my pants."
"Ooh, Todd. Todd…"
She struggled with his zipper and finally got it down. She reached into his pants, grasped his cock, and hauled it out. It immediately locked into a rock-hard erection, sticking up from his lap like a rocket on a launching pad.
Sharon bent and capped her mouth over the bald pink knob. She began to suck and lick at his happily pulsating cockhead.
He fingered her panty crotch aside and wiggled his way between the already moist and puffy lips of her cunt. He tickled her hot little clitoris, making it hard, as she gave head to him passionately. The sucking circle of her lips pumped up and down, up and down, on his hard, throbbing cock. His glans rode the velvet, wet trough of her tongue and forged into her throat each time she went all the way down.
"Pull out my balls!" he said huskily. "Play with them!"
She dug into his pants, and brought out his balls. She held the big nuts in her hand, fondling and squeezing them gently, as she kept gliding her mouth up and down on his rod.
Todd worked his entire hand into her panties. He poked his middle finger at her asshole while his first finger went up her cunt and his thumb rubbed her hard, slippery clit. She writhed and breathed heatedly through her nose. She moaned against her mouthful of cock.
"Suck it, baby!" he growled, driving his stiff dick upward into her mouth and throat. "Oh shit, what a cocksucker my sister is!"
His middle finger broke through the circular ring of little muscles and glided into her ass. He stroked both fingers in and out of her at the same tempo while he continued massaging her clit. She had never experienced such intense stimulation. That finger up her asshole was terrific! she thought.
She began to cum, and just then he let go, spurting his load of sperm into her throat. She gulped fiercely, her eyes watering, as she clamped her lips hard around the shaft of his prick and lapped her tongue against its head. Her hips jerked on the sofa as both her cunt and asshole contracted spastically on the fingers which were stuck up into them. Her warm, thick cunt juice cascaded down into his palm.
His quivering prick kept geysering into her throat and she drank all his sperm. Still she kept sucking on the tool until it became soft. Then she let it wiggle out of her mouth like a snake, and she sat up. She gasped for breath, her eyes a little glassy and her mouth wet with his slime.
He withdrew his hand from her pants.
"Wasn't that worth it, baby?" he asked.
"Yesss. Ooh, yesss!"
"Now I'll go into tilt john while you pull yourself together. Friend hubby is apt to be here any minute."
He grinned and got up to walk to the bathroom, his prick bobbing from his fly. She pushed her skirt down and leaned back on the sofa.
She hadn't believed that anything could happen so fast and be as good as that quickie session with Todd. There was no doubt now that he would be staying with Steve and her. The only question was whether she could stay away from him while Steve was around.
Oh, why do I have to be such a pig? she thought. But underneath she believed she wasn't really to blame. If Steve would only be good to her, and quit being so damned narrow-minded, she wouldn't have any need for Todd.
She trembled with apprehension as she thought about the days that lay ahead.