Chapter 2

"Weren't the Masons nice?" Adie said again as she and Jack walked into the bedroom of their home. "I was certainly glad to meet them."

"Saved the night, that's for sure," Jack said. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for them, I would literally have climbed the walls."

"Move honey," Adie said lightly. Jack stood up as she removed the spread and folded it at the foot of the bed then opened the covers. "Well, never again," she vowed as Jack settled himself back again. "I guess writers are recluses at heart anyway."

"No reason to put up with people you don't like."

"I hope to see the Masons again though. Maybe for bridge like they suggested." She backed toward her husband. "Unzip me, will you baby?"

Jack reached up and unzipped his wife's dress and then watched lovingly as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the beautiful curve of her torso. He reached down the length of her long shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up inside her half slip, pushing the hem up abruptly before she had time to resist.

"Ooohhh!" Adie gurgled, jumping forward from her husband's electric fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of her inner thighs, her skin white and marble smooth and delicate. She tingled from his touch and stepped out of the pool of the fallen dress. "Oh stop it, stop it, baby!"

Jack grinned from his sitting position, and although he couldn't see her expression, he knew from their four years of marital relationships that she was wincing with pleasure, her teeth bared with the first signs of sexual arousal. He continued to stroke his wife's legs, moving his hand up to tantalize the pubic mound so provocative under the silk crotchband of her panties. She wiggled her hips as if in protest, but didn't step away.

"Ooohhhh, ohhh, Jack! Oh Jack! I love you Jack!" Adie turned suddenly and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed him hard, cutting off the laugh he was teasingly giving her, and then they embraced passionately.

How lucky I am, Adie thought to herself, her brain swimming with her arousal. Landing Jack for a husband was a coup d'etat of the first order. She must have been courted by at least ten other men, but Jack had been constantly surrounded by other women, yet somehow she had won him away from all the other girls. He was going to be a success, she had implicit faith in that with his name lauded in the literary circles along with Hemingway, Lawrence, Roth. He was confident of his writing skill, and his columns for the Sentinel had been nationally recognized as the work of a talented writer: a really gifted man.

And she was important to him. He had told her so many times, and she made herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all in her power to help him and become a partner in his success. This key element to their marriage made her love him all the more. Of course he had, by nature of his profession, to be alone most of the time, and this was sometimes difficult for her to accept. There he was, cooped up in his study, so close to her all day and yet so far away. He was so wrapped up in his novel that it seemed that they weren't as close as when he went to work at the newspaper every day. In the evenings he was so tired and frustrated that they hadn't made love as many times as before and this worried her. Not that she liked it so very much - oh, she did, but not as often as a man does - but because Jack didn't seem to respond as much as he used to.

A slight spark of worry crossed Adie's mind as she hugged and kissed her husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had they grown old hat to each other? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its luster and Jack become bored with her? He didn't seem to be now, not with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers or his quiet moanings from deep within his throat as his arousal became stronger, or the hard lump of his rising penis as it stretched against her leg. She was being foolish, she concluded. He loved her more than ever. She darted her tongue deep within his mouth, feeling the roof and his tongue with her tongue tip.

And I love him...

Jack turned his head away and smiled up at his wife. She returned his smile coyly, the fire in her eyes telling him that he was wanted and wanted badly. His hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tight alabaster mounds of her buttocks; a thrilled murmur escaped from Adie's lips. He moved his fingers higher, connecting with the tight elastic band of her panties, running his hands along the bare satiny skin. She squirmed beneath his ministrations, pushing her hot loins up into his hardening penis. She rotated her hips, nibbling his ear and neck with her mouth, and her hands gripped his shirt tightly with desire.

Then suddenly she stood up and pirouetted. She arched her back and unsnapped her bra. The white cups fell from her breasts like petals from ivory rosebuds, and she stood for a moment with the ruby-kissed tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and half slip and removed them in one easy, graceful motion, throwing them on the dresser beside her. She caressed her full rounded hips with her palms, lightly, wantonly, still smiling at her husband. Without a word she lay down beside him, stretching out along the king-sized bed, spreading her limbs.

Damn! Jack thought, turning to stare at her beauty. There's no other woman like her, he had to admit, and she looks just as beautiful now as yesterday or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no denying that, and his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of the abandoned pose she had taken.

He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the well-rounded perfectly formed curves next to him. She lay back against the pillow, her arms begging for him, her legs moving up and down, her toes digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

"Baby." she whispered softly. "Hurry... please, baby, now..." She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the licentious effect her actions were having on Jack, enjoying the teasing exhibition of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.

Jack didn't waste any more time but pulled at his clothes, not even bothering to get off the bed. It took only a moment for them to fall to the floor in a disorganized heap, and then he rolled to a kneeling position and looked down at her naked form. His thick blood-enriched penis stood out hugely from his groin.

"Mmmmm," Adie said softly. "That was quick, honey."

"I'm ready, ready right now," Jack grinned down at her. He roamed his hands over her, playing over her thighs and breasts. They stopped to tweak her nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger down the valley between the high-set firm white breasts. He never stopped marvelling at how magnificent they were, especially considering how small the girl was in height. She was barely five three, but the parts that mattered were enough for any man. Her face was round and cherubic, with an air of innocence about it which made his lovemaking all that more enticing. It was like making love to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the natural reluctance of "the first time." Her long black hair was fine and silky and hung over her shoulders to curl across her breasts, highlighting the whiteness of her skin with its black strands. She wore a C-cup and filled it to overflowing with soft lovely globes, and between her spread legs which were shaped by a master craftsman, he could see clearly the soft pubic down which covered her pink vaginal slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on her pubic hair.

Jack leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he crushed his mouth against her groin, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her cuntal lips with yearning heat. Adie moaned but brought her thighs up sharply to stop him.

"No... no... not that, Jack! You know I don't like you to kiss me there. No, please stop... please!" Her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward along her body toward her warm pliant mouth, opened wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, baby," she whispered. "Not down there..."

Jack didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his wife's body and ground his lips onto hers. This was the one flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship, he thought. He had tried for all the time they had been sleeping together to show her the erotic arousal lips against vulva, mouth around penis, could produce. He had been sucked by other girls many times in the past before Adie and he were married. He wanted Adie to do the same to him, to see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the velvet-like insides of her cunt-lips in return. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter-soft mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his cock, and the very thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on the mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his hot, white sperm into her throat as he had into others' throats and hear her mewling and crooning with the desire of love as he did so.

Yes, and he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue-tip around and around her vagina until at last he plunged his tongue deep into the cavern of her pussy to soak up the secretions, to stab and dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse.

He held her tight to him and felt her warm body as it undulated uncontrollably beneath his body, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his penis until it throbbed with hardness.

"Oh... baby!" Adie moaned. "Darling, darling, I need you so badly..."

"Yes... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly between her open thighs, and she rubbed her soft hair- protected loins against him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press his exposed crotch. His cock seeped with lubricity from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her warm smooth skin. It jerked, jumping as though it was ready to spew its seminal fluid already. Once more he ran his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling excitement through him.

The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he entered her vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling explosion, crossed his brain. He knew every action, every motion they would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but... but what? What was nagging at the back of his mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after all this time and the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a complacency or familiarity; He loved his wife, but the spice was gone. He lifted his head and lay his cheeks against Adie's soft hair.

"Is... there something wrong, Jack?" she whispered.

"What? Oh no, of course not."

"But there is, Jack."

"I... was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied.

Adie began to shiver beneath him, her thighs rubbing his loins hungrily. "You want to make love to me, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I want to."

"How... ?" Her question was unexpected and sent an electrifying current through him. It was something new to hear her ask for a good screwing and then want to know how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.

"Hard!" Jack replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"

"Oh Jack, do it now! I want you inside me... now!" she cried.

He drew her closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the round smooth buttocks, his hand over the soft yielding crevice which halved them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his fleshy hardness. Jack choked with the cool contact of her fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full length of her body against him, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide, and his penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her waiting cunt, the thin, hair-lined archway to her innermost desires relaxing with the need for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his bulbous aching cock and drew it closer, sliding it up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her tender, pink flesh until it's knob rested against her quivering cuntal entrance.

"There, Jack... right there."

He lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her widespread pussy and felt the hot rubbery passage clasp around his cock and absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. She rocked gently beneath him. "Uhhhh!" she murmured, and she leaned into his loins, trying to take more of him, and he levered his massive member to the full length of her cuntal tunnel. It was warm and tight as though he had been the first, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen head hit her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm-bloated testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm muscle-taut cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, imbedded beneath his driving cudgel.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Jack groaned, grinding his pelvis into her savagely, feeling the pliant warm flesh beneath as she strained to meet his pounding jerks until her loins were inches off the bed. He angled his hips and drove into her, trying to establish a rhythm. She breathed a mewling sound incessantly, lifting her body to meet his forward attack, opening and closing her legs about his hips as she labored frantically to climb his solid pole, her head rocking from side to side in the abandoned supplication to their fornication.

"Oooohh Jack, you feel so good! So good!" She whimpered in his ear and then licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, yeesss!"

Adie gave another gasp and screwed herself tighter to his penis until it sunk to her soft fleshy depths completely. He worked around and around in her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his smooth sliding cock, his tempo ever- increasing. His shaft continued to surge like a wild beast on a rampage until he was sure it was going to split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in his balls was enough to send him screaming. Oh God! Surely he was going to reach his orgasm soon, for surely he couldn't hold back much longer! He increased his speed and stroke, drubbing into her savagely as his balls whacked against her unturned thighs.