Chapter 3

Her voice startled him awake. “That was amazing. I felt so good. I feel like everybody has lied to me about what it was going to be like, my mother, even my friends. Nobody ever told me it would be like that, Kenny. If I had known...” She smiled and shook her head.

She turned on her side to face him. “What was it like for you? Tell me.”

He wondered where this burst of energy had come from. He felt drained, exhausted, but she was ebullient, energetic.

“For me? Well, it’s hard to explain exactly, because what I was feeling when I was making love to you was all mixed up with what I had been dreaming it was going to be like. But it felt fabulous, and when I came I felt like I was soaring through the universe. It emptied me, and left me helpless, but with this feeling of static electricity humming around me, sorta.”

She snuggled close in and said, “I wouldn’t have believed it could feel so good. Everybody always said your first time is just so-so, then it gets better slowly. But the first time was great. Better than great.”

“Um, did it hurt much? I noticed you bled some. Did I hurt you?”

“That? Oh, no, it was nothing, just a little discomfort, then it started feeling so good I didn’t even notice it anymore. Kenny, can we do it again?”

“Now? Are you serious? Yeah, you are. Look, Emma, I’m not sure what you’ve been told about this, but guys don’t recover as quickly as women do. It varies, but it can take anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour before the average guy can get it up again.”

“An hour? I have to wait an hour?”

“Maybe less, I don’t know. I don’t know what my recuperation period is. But worst case, an hour. Or so.”

“Nuts. Maybe I should call a bellhop.”

He turned his head to look at her, astonished. She punched him on the shoulder.

“I’m joking, Kenny. Ooo, you’re gonna be fun to tease.”

He suggested that they take another shower, wash the sweat and the blood off, and she agreed.

“Our first shower together. That’s sexy. My girlfriends told me they sometimes took one with their boyfriends, and sometimes they wound up doing it in the shower.”

“Yeah, don’t get your hopes up this time. It’s only been fifteen minutes since we finished.”

They ran the shower to get the water warm. Emma tucked her hair into a shower cap. “It takes forever to dry otherwise.” Ken said he could use the blow-dryer if his hair got wet.

She stepped in first, and he followed, marveling again at her butt as the water ran down the crack. They traded the soap back and forth, then Kenny started washing her back, which logically connected to her ass, so he washed that, too. By the time he ran his soapy hand down her butt crack, she was choking back a moan.

“My turn to get you clean,” she said, grabbing the soap out of his hands. She got her hands soapy and, looking him in the eye, soaped his balls, pushing her fingers into every crevice. “Cleanliness is next to godliness. My mother told me that. I don’t think she had this in mind, but it still holds true. Let me clean a little more.”

She got her hands soapy again, wrapped her hands around his limp dick and stroked it. He choked out a single “Jesus.” She kept it going for another minute, leaving it semi-erect.

“Almost done,” she said. “Turn around. Put your hands against the wall so you don’t fall and hurt yourself.”

She soaped her hands again while he turned and found the wall. She grabbed his buttocks and slid her slippery hands over them, making sure to rub her fingers in the crack. “Oh, Christ, Emma...”

Whatever he was going to say was choked back when she slid one slippery finger into his ass, and out again. “Oh, you little bitch!” he gasped.

“Well, you did it to me. Before, I mean. And it felt really nice, too. So you’ve got nothing to complain about.”

“I’m going to make you beg, Emma. You watch me.” He turned around and got one arm around her, pulling her in for a long kiss with tongue. Lost in the kiss, she didn’t see him take the soap from the soap dish and lather up his fingers.

When he pushed his slick index finger into her ass, she jumped, nearly chipping one of his teeth. “You bastard! You could have given me some warning!”

He continued pushing his finger into her ass. “Like the warning you gave me? Besides, you said you liked it. Is this hurting you?”

He could barely hear her say ‘No’, lost in the sound of the shower. “Do you like my finger in your ass, Emma?”

Again, he had to listen very carefully before he finally heard her say, “Yes.”

“I like my finger in your butt, too. You have a world-class ass, baby, and it’s such a rush to do nice things to it.”

He continued pushing in and out as she went limp against him. Finally he said, “We’re going to turn into prunes if we stay in here much longer. You done?”

She nodded, and he turned off the water. He stepped out first and handed her a towel, then wiped himself down. He noticed his dick was in an almost serviceable state. While she dried off – a process he observed in the mirror and surprisingly found very erotic – he blew dry his hair and ran a comb through it.

As he finished, she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. “I love you, Kenny.” That made him smile.

He put the dryer down and turned around, taking her head gently in his hands. “And I am completely nuts about you. Now, I believe we had an agenda for the day. Let’s see, what was it? Oh, yes. Screw. Shower. Screw again. Have dinner. Fuck. Sleep for two hours. Hump each other dry. Tomorrow’s agenda is pretty much like today’s.”

She was laughing by the time he finished. “Yeah, we’ll see how much stamina you have by the time I’m finished with you.”

They turned off the bathroom light and went back towards the bed. She turned suddenly and placed her hand around his cock. “So, I’m thinking about this agenda of yours. I’m kinda new at this, but doesn’t this thing need to be a little stiffer before you can do anything with it? What do I do in the meantime?”

“See, that’s the nice thing about being married, we can help each other out with one little task or another. We don’t have to do everything ourselves.”

“What can I help you with?”

“You can help me get this thing ready to help you get off. Get down on your knees, baby.”

She went to her knees and found a comfortable position. “Like this?”

“Yes. I was remembering what you did to me before with your mouth. I got hard in no time. Some more of that, please.”

“We were on the bed before, when I was licking you.”

“And you may find it easier from this position, because of the angle of your mouth and my dick. Everything else should be the same. Just remember, lips over teeth. And the wetter you get it with saliva, the easier it will be.”

Emma took the dick in her hand to hold it still – it was twitching in anticipation – then opened her lips and slid them over the head. Ken closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. She closed her lips and teased the tip with her tongue, then slipped it out. “Jesus, baby, that’s perfect,” he moaned.

Encouraged, she slid her lips in and out over the head. His breathing got erratic as she continued. After several minutes, he choked out, “Wait, just for a minute, baby. Wait.”

He took her head in his hands so she would look up at him. “That’s just exquisite, Emma. Try something for me, just to see what happens. This time, open your mouth and stick out your tongue, then slide it into your mouth as far as you’re comfortable, then close your lips over it and let it slide out. If you feel like you’re going to choke, try breathing in through your nose sharply. See what happens.”

He let her find her best position and watched as she awkwardly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She pushed in toward his cock and let it slide over her tongue towards her throat.

She closed her lips and, without being asked, sucked in her cheeks and moved her tongue in a circular motion over the shaft as it slid out. He couldn’t help himself. “Oh, my God, that’s fucking amazing!”

She pulled off with a pop, and asked, “It was okay? I did it right?”

“Oh, hell, yes, you did it right. Do it again. Try going a little deeper, if you can.”

“Okay, gimme a sec.” She coughed politely once, then opened her mouth again with a look of determination on her face. She guided the dick to the opening, then pushed her head forward to slide his dick into her mouth. This time he felt it go to the back of her mouth. She coughed, and he heard her take in air through her nose. She pushed a half inch further, then closed her lips over the shaft. She bobbed up and down on his dick while the tongue slid back and forth.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, baby, yes, like that!” He could feel his legs trembling from the tension of trying to remain motionless.

After a minute, she pulled quickly off and gasped for air. She looked up at him, breathing heavily.

“Un-fucking-believable. I can only imagine how good you’re going to be with a few months practice. That was amazing. Look how hard you’ve gotten me! Once more, baby, please.”

He could see how pleased she was, that she had done this task well, and that she had made him feel so good. She nodded once to herself, then stuck out her tongue and pushed onto his cock. She moved down steadily, looking for her limit, then wrapped her lips around it and again bobbed up and down. She was producing a lot of saliva, he could feel it on his dick as her lips slid over it. He could tell that his dick was poking at the entrance to her throat, which was as far as she was comfortable going.

He could feel his body vibrating with sexual tension and the feeling of her sliding on his cock. He wasn’t aware of doing it, but his hands were on the sides of her head now and he felt himself pushing his dick in. She was scared, he could tell, it felt like she was no longer in control, but the feeling of pushing his dick into his wife’s mouth was powerful. He gave one last thrust and felt it push into her throat. He heard her sniff through her nose, hard, and realized she might be choking.

He pulled slowly out of her mouth until it popped free, saliva dripping off the end. She gasped for air as he held her head in his hands.

“Jesus, Emma. That was just incredible. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but the feeling of your lips around my cock and pushing into your throat got me so crazy I couldn’t stop. Push me away if I’m hurting you at any time.”

When she got her breathing under control, she looked up. “It was fine, except right at the end, when I panicked a little, but it mostly felt okay. I thought it was going to be too big, but I got used to it. It’s funny, I was thinking, while you were doing that, that all those porn actresses seem to be able to do it with no problem, and anything they can do I should be able to do, right?

“Not that I’d want to do all those things. I mean, some of them are into some pretty strange stuff. But anything that’s, like, “normal” sex stuff, I should be able to do that. So this oral sex stuff, I should be able to handle that. But I might need to practice before I get any good at it.”

“Emma, I have no doubt that you’ll be able to hold your own in any porn contest. After a little practice.”

She punched him on the leg, but she smiled.

“Now you’ve got me in a state, baby, and you’re going to have to do something about it. Let’s get to work.” He held out his hand to help her up.

He made a rolling dive onto the bed, landing on his back. “Wait for me,” she called.

“I can’t do anything without you. I’m right here.”

She squirmed in next to him, and he wondered at how comfortable he now felt lying naked next to her, as if they’d done so for years. He got her in a lip lock and spent some quality time tongue wrestling with her.

When she was able to pull free, Emma said, “I realized I’m starting to get a little hungry. It’s been a while since we last ate. But I want to do this first. What would you like?”

He had to think about it. In the months leading up to the wedding, his days and nights were filled with fantasies about all the sexual things they would do together, and the different positions they’d do them in. It would take years to go through the list. Okay, start with the usual stuff.

“I’d like to see you on top so I can watch you.”

“You mean ‘cowgirl’?”

He did a double-take. The quiet, demure Emma? Where did she hear about cowgirl?

It was as if she was reading the thoughts in his head like they were on a teleprompter. “My girlfriends used to critique the porn stars, on their acting, on the positions they used, how natural they were, like that. They used the terms often enough that I learned what they were.”