"Aaahhhhhh… that was really nice," Owen Temple said as he pulled his naked body up off his wife, Rita. "There's nothing like a good fucking to start the day out right."
Beneath him, feeling his semen flowing out of her still passion hushed vaginal lips, Rita bit on her lower lip to hold back the tears she could feel welling up. Once again, Owen had failed to bring her to orgasm, something that was becoming more and more the norm rather than the exception.
The lovely blonde woman lifted her head and watched her husband dress, wanting to say something, but failing to find the words. If there was anything Owen prided himself on, it was his masculinity, and Rita could sense that no matter what she said, he would take it the wrong way. His hard-muscled body rippled with the regular work-outs he did, and his close cropped red hair made him look something like a male God from ancient Greece. That had been what attracted Rita, as well as a thousand other girls, to Owen… that and the fact that he was the starring quarterback for the University of Buffalo football team. He had virtually single handedly led the college to a state championship with his brilliant playing, and he was both skillful and friendly. If there was anyone who had no enemies in the world, it would be Owen. Rita, a cheerleader in college, had fallen under the spell of the strong man, and even though she herself had made the first move toward him, her role as aggressor had soon been over shadowed by Owen's ability to take charge when the situation called for a strong person.
That had been early in their senior year, and by the time of their graduation, there was no doubt that they would be getting married. Rita knew she was the envy of every girl she knew. Even though she had been a virgin when she married him, Owen had taken several of her friends to bed with him, and all of them told the lovely petite blonde that she was getting one hunk of man.
During the summer after their marriage, Rita had found that to be true. There wasn't anything Owen hadn't done, and little else that he wouldn't do. During their honeymoon on the west coast, the two had hardly come out of their bedroom. The incredible pleasure Owen had brought her when he first thrust his thick, long cock up into her cunt, tearing her hymen forever and filling her anxiously waiting vagina with the massiveness of his penis had been so total that Rita didn't want to waste one moment. She could remember that night, and the other nights that had followed. And the days as well. Everything seemed to blend into one continuous orgasm. Owen's huge, free-swinging balls seemed to have no end of the sperm she wanted so desperately, and he was more than willing to fill her belly to the brim each and every time she wanted him to. During that time, Rita and Owen had acted as though they were trying to wear each other out, and any objective observer would have had to call it a draw. The lovely blonde woman was certain that she had found her whole life's existence fulfilled.
But she had been wrong.
The honeymoon ended, and they returned to the East Coast, taking a newly built home in Amherst, so Owen could be close to his office in Buffalo. An insurance firm there had snatched Owen up as soon as possible, offering him as much money as any executive. Before, Rita had been living pretty much hand to mouth, hut now, she was able to have all those things she had merely dreamed about… things she would never have if she hadn't married Owen. But even though she was financially well off, Rita noticed that there was a change in Owen. Though he could have easily made it as a professional football player, Owen had chosen a slightly less exciting, though more stable means of employment. Rita would have been happy with him no matter what he did, so she really didn't mind as long as she had him with her when she needed and wanted him.
Owen, however, couldn't seem to make the transition from college to the real world, and being away from the football field made him act like a fish out of water. During the first week at his new job, he would come home so tired and worn out that all he wanted was a drink before he went to bed. If her first couple of weeks after her marriage was sheer heaven, the week after the honeymoon was sheer hell. Rita had come to depend on Owen's penis to bring her happiness, but for a while he had been just too tired to do anything but turn away from her in their huge, king-sized bed and drop off to sleep, leaving Rita to fend for herself. Even though she was as naked as he was, she couldn't do anything to relieve the tingling that would come to her empty loins as she occasionally brushed against the hard-muscled body of her nakedly sleeping husband. Once she had thought of fingering her vagina with him sleeping next to her, but she had put that out of her mind with the thought that her moaning would wake him and cause her no end of embarrassment.
Finally, after a week of living like that, Rita put her foot down. She hadn't married Owen so she could watch him sleep. She had married him because she believed that he could give her what she wanted. She knew he was more than able, since the memories of her honeymoon refused to leave her mind.
Owen had been completely apologetic, and they started the third week of their marriage as they had begun their honeymoon. Owen's hands would run lightly over the swelling mounds of her apple-hard breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples until she thought she would die right then and there from pleasure. Her vagina would respond with a river of lubrication, making it possible for Owen's huge, throbbingly erect penis to slide into her anti fill her to the brim. She delighted in the hard pumping of his hips against hers, and she gripped his asscheeks with her hands as she felt her orgasm approaching with the force she had known earlier.
And then…
And then Owen had cum. Her husband had cum, flooding her quaking belly with the seething torrent of his sperm before she had achieved her own release, and even as she drove her hips hard up against his, she could feel the thickness of his cock starting to wane. Finally it slipped out of her aching cunt all together, leaving her unfulfilled and more than a little angry. Still, she believed that it was just from his being tired and out of practice, so she said nothing.
The next night had been better. She had cum, at least, though Owen had seemed so detached that her orgasm had been a mild one.
There began, at that point, an on-again, off-again sex life. Sometimes Owen would bring her over the top, and sometimes he wouldn't, and most of the times he did would leave Rita unhappy. Owen seemed to think that nothing was wrong, however. Every time he flooded her cunt with creamy, thick sperm, he assumed that she had orgasmed to her satisfaction, and he was so childishly innocent in his happiness that Rita didn't want to say anything about it.
Now, nearly six months after they married, Rita had almost come to expect that Owen would bring her so close that she could taste her orgasm, and would then fail to hold himself back long enough for her to achieve it.
"Something wrong, honey?" he asked when he had finished dressing. "You seem a little withdrawn this morning."
"No… nothing's wrong," Rita answered, hating herself for lying to him. If she were any kind of a wife at all, she would come right out and tell him that he had tailed to satisfy her… and had been tailing to satisfy her ever since they came back from their honeymoon. "Are you going to be back in time for dinner?"
"I can't say," Owen said as he looked around for his heavy overcoat. "Some of the kids on the team could use a little help, and I want to make sure that they get all they need."
When it had been learned that Owen was, not only a good football player, but a good hockey player as well, the local high school had asked him to coach their hockey team. Owen had jumped at the chance, and now his Saturdays were spent in the school rink, helping the kids.
"What are you going to do today?" Owen asked as he got ready to leave for the day.
"I don't know," she said in a tired voice. "Maybe I'll just walk around some."
"Good work out," Owen told her. "The air is nice and crisp this morning. Looks like we had some snow last night."
Rita nodded, silently wishing that he would just leave so she could be alone with her thoughts. She felt a mixture of anger and frustration as she watched him go out the door to spend his time with the kids. Damn, she thought. If he used half the energy she shows them on me, everything would be all right.
Finally hearing their front door close, Rita fell backwards on her bed, her nakedness only serving to remind her that, as wonderful a man as her husband was, he was still failing her in that most important part of a marriage, and she didn't know how to tell him without sounding like a nagging wife. She recalled his words a little while ago, when he had pulled his body off hers.
There's nothing like a good fucking to start the day off right.
She agreed whole heartedly with that idea, but of late, she had had anything but a good fucking. Even though she didn't like to use words like fuck, she couldn't get them out of her mind now. She looked down at her nakedness and smiled at what she saw. There had never been any doubt in her mind that she was a lovely woman. Like all the other cheerleaders, the constant practice and jumping around had kept her trim and firm, while adding a healthy glow to the cream whiteness of her soft, smooth flesh. For a short while, as she allowed her eyes to run down the plane of her exposed flat belly, she forgot that Owen was failing to satisfy her. Something her mother had told her long ago about keeping a man happy with good looks came back to her. Even as a young child she had been very pretty, and she believed everything her mother told her. Early in her life she had been determined that she would do everything she could to keep her looks… and therefore keep Owen.
"Oh God," she said out loud. Then she turned her head this way and that, as though her plea might have been heard by someone. Just the mere thought of her husband brought back the sensation of being unfulfilled. She had to admit to herself that there were good times possible. She still dwelt on the memory of her honeymoon as proof that Owen was capable of making her totally happy. She remembered those two weeks now with a special fondness… remembered them as a time when her pussy had been so filled, so aroused, so tingly. She could almost picture Owen in her mind as he had been then, her mind projecting the hotly arousing image of her new husband, as naked as she, kneeling between her wide-spread legs as his excitedly throbbing penis rubbed against her wetly quivering vagina…
Rita moaned out loud again and closed her eyes, troubled by the fact that her memories might be nothing more… only fading promises of a sexual life that could very well be over for her. Then she let the pleasant images seep back into her thoughts, as though she really had a choice.
In her mind once again, Owen was lifting her aching loins as his buttocks flexed and his rigidly hard cock slid up and down the heated pulsating cleft of her young cunt. She remembered the wonderful way it felt as she reached down and touched the hot scruffy flesh of his penis, sliding the loose skin of his long, thick shaft back and forth in her tightly grasping fingers, making him moan with his delight to the overpowering sensations she was bringing him.
"Damn!" she said out loud. "Why am I thinking about that? Dwelling on the past isn't going to solve anything."
Hearing her own voice did nothing to her, though, and she continued to lie in the crumpled sheets, her stomach churning with a series of fluttery sensations as the exciting images flickered through her mind. Owen was on top of her in her mind, his breath and tongue hot in her ear, his rock-hard cock lust inside the warm trembling lips of her heatedly moistened vaginal mouth. She was straining up to meet his thrusts, the muscles of her inner thighs and buttocks hardening as she gratefully worked more and more of his lust-swollen penis inside her voracious cunt, her womb eagerly dilating so she could take his great, long wonderful length all the way.
A tender aching was beginning in the heated depths of her pulsing vagina as Rita could almost feel Owen's penetration once more. The ache was added to by the tingling that had been there all morning, when Owen had flooded her pussy with his sperm and left her unsatisfied. Without thinking, she raised her hand and touched her swollen breasts, rubbing her still hardened nipples with her thumb and delighting in their rigidity. Her moving fingers intensified the throbbing in her loins and the hot moistness that was drenching her excitedly puckering pussy lips.
"Take all my cock, Rita," the young blonde woman heard the memory of her husband's voice demand. She closed her eyes and could almost feel his body fall heavily on top of her, pressing her full breasts flat as his hotly throbbing penis flicked up through her anxious vaginal sluce. "Yessssss…" she cried out in her dream… a spasm of frustration sweeping over her.
She opened her eyes, totally disappointed that she was not getting the real thing… that this was all a sham brought on her by Owen's failure to make her feel like a total woman.
She closed her eyes again, knowing that she was as aroused as she had ever been. There was nothing she could do, she knew, that would ease her arousal save to finger herself. She bit on her lower lip, feeling that there had to be something else she could do… something that would not be such a reminder that her marriage wasn't working out as she thought it should.
But she knew that she had to do something to relieve the ache in her loins. She hadn't masturbated since the day of her marriage, even though she had been sexually frustrated for so long. She believed that if she did finger her own vagina, it would be an admission to failure, and she wanted to cling to the hope, no matter how faint that hope, that something could he worked out.
It was useless this time, though. Silently, she continued to caress her breasts, unable to control the hungry fire which was burning her flesh. She slowly gave in to her physical urgency, her not need growing like a cancer in her heaving loins and belly. Again the wave of remembered embraces with Owen came back to her, stronger than ever…
They were in their bed on their honeymoon, her glistening cunt tightly clenched around his lunging cock, like plum-colored lips around a thick candy cane. The bed was shaking with their passionate embracing, their ever-increasing fucking causing the head board to bang up against the wall as they rode the spiral to their orgasms…
In her bedroom, Rita's hand increased its frantic caressing of her rapidly rising and falling breast, while her other hand dropped to between her now wide-splayed thighs and gently fingered her moistly quivering vaginal lips until she was nearly overwhelmed with the wildly erotic sensations. Her slippery middle finger came into heated wet contact with the trembling hardness of her erect clitoris, and she gasped in total abandonment as she thrashed nakedly on the bed now with the shameless desires that were ruling her body. Faster and faster her hand rubbed her hotly seething vagina, her mind a torrent of Owen's body, his arms, his mouth, his penis. Nothing mattered now. Nothing existed to her save her husband and herself as they surged in her imagination toward release…
Both her hands were running over her body as though they were out of control, her finger tips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest again and again in the golden vee of her cuntal down. Again Rita groaned as she let her quivering thighs fall apart, exposing the blood-flushed cleft of her seething pussy to the air of the room. Her fingers crawled to the half parted lips of her vagina and spread them slowly until the glistening furrow was totally open, and then her middle finger drove into the wetly pulsating mouth in earnest, stroking her clitoris mindlessly now.
It was not enough. She had become accustomed to the thickness of Owen's huge penis, and her middle finger was just not enough to match that sensation. Rapidly, she inserted another finger into her needing pussy… and then a third. The three digits disappeared and reappeared in a softly sucking tempo as a low moan of pleasure purred from her lust-tightened lips.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh… aaaaahhhhh…!" the frustrated young wife moaned as she lewdly drove her fingers into her throbbing pussy, making wet sucking sounds as she wildly slid them in and out!
The sounds of her own moanings, and the sensations caused by her writhings and probings increased the heated flow in her pussy. Her breathing became more ragged, and Rita was swept away with a possession of lustful delight which she had not had for so long. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched as she squirmed beneath her driving fingers in uncontrolled passion. The rapid rhythm drove animal grunts of long unfelt pleasure from deep in her throat as her madly working fingers sank into her pulsating pussy, making sucking sounds as she frantically slid them in and out. Her face was red as she strained for her long awaited climax, and she panted in frustration as her hands whipped harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, staring blankly into the room as she felt the first twinges of her orgasm sweeping over her… an orgasm that had been held up inside her for months. Her eyes grew glassy and threatened to pop from her head. She felt her muscles tighten reflexively, and she groaned again as she arched her ravenous young cunt even harder up to her fingers. Her breath went out of her as she felt a convulsive shudder break in rippling waves across the lust-filled surface of her excitedly flushed belly.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…!!!" came her wail as Rita arched back and imagined it was Owen bringing on the orgasm. She felt a sudden surging release and felt the translucent fluids wetting her hand and fingers.
As her climax began to ebb, Rita's firm, wearily quivering buttocks and wetly burning pussy subsided. She lay still, her chest heaving with the charge of her release and her eyes tightly shut. Sanity slowly returned to her mind, erasing the wonderful image she had managed to hold of Owen making love to her. And in its place came frustration and anger.
Once again she felt tears well in her eyes. To think that she had to settle for something like her fingers when the man who could give her what she really wanted was out somewhere playing with a bunch of kids. She was not ashamed at what she had done. She was seething with anger now… anger that grew and grew with each passing moment. Something was going to have to be done… and soon. She hadn't married a man like Owen to rely on herself to bring her the sexual happiness she wanted. If she had wanted to use her own fingers, she would have stayed single.
She didn't know what to think. She didn't mind sharing Owen with the kids. She didn't mind that every now and then, after he would half-fuck her, he would go out to the gym and work out. What angered her was the unconcern Owen seemed to feel for her. How could he be so simple minded as to fail to see that she was unsatisfied? Damn him anyway!
She continued to lay on the bed for a long while, hating and loving her husband at the same time. He had been so wonderful once, and she knew that he could be wonderful again. All he had to do was…
And then Rita could see the problem! Of course. It was so simple. Each and every time Owen fucked her, she would tell him that she was very happy and had enjoyed it. How was he supposed to know that he was failing to bring her over the top if she continued to lie to him? If he didn't know that there was a problem, he couldn't do anything about it. As long as he thought everything was fine, he would continue to do what he was doing.
If there was any fault to be placed, it had to be placed with her for letting the situation last as long as it had. She should have nipped the problem in the bud. If she had, everything might have been solved by now.
That settled it! Rita pulled herself from her bed and began dressing. Things had gotten out of hand. When he had to resort to her fingers to bring her the happiness she deserved, things were way too tar out of hand. She loved Owen, and she was certain that he loved her. Love means trust and understanding. It was not only her right, it was her duty to tell Owen that something was wrong, even if it hurt him in the beginning. Rita knew one thing… if things continued along the same lines for very long, she would blow up with her frustration. That could very well destroy her marriage, and she didn't want that.