Chapter 2

Kate stirred lazily in bed. It felt so nice and warm beneath the covers that she had completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. It wasn't until she opened her eyes that the memory of it all came back to her in vivid detail.

"Oooooooh," she moaned and turned over? pulling the sheet up so that her head was almost covered. Then, she sat up abruptly and looked at the other side of the bed. Tim was up... What time was it anyway? Sun streamed in through the window, and she could tell that she had slept much later than usual.

The smell of bacon cooking and its unmistakable crackle wafted through the air to her nostrils. She pulled up the strap of her nightgown that had fallen away to reveal the full, bouncy shape of her left breast, and tossed her hair back from her eyes... it was always coming undone. She was about to get out of bed when Tim appeared in the doorway, holding in his hand a steaming cup of coffee.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he said, an irresistible, boyish smile flashing.

All of Kate's anger and confusion disappeared like magic as she watched him coming toward her, placing her coffee on the night table. As he leaned close to kiss her, Kate once more studied his handsome, even features, his longish sandy hair that would not stay combed no matter what, and she felt the old familiar stirring inside, signaling her love for her young husband.

"You were so late last night... I tried waiting up for you... but finally I had to go to bed." His lips brushed her cheek and Kate wished they would linger there a little longer.

"I got a lot done yesterday... almost finished the revision of Chapter 5!"

"Darling," Kate said over her coffee cup. "Last night someone offered me a job... or rather someone offered us a job!" The words came tumbling out of her mouth before she knew it. She was surprised... she hadn't even been thinking about that... At least she didn't think she had. But as she spoke the idea seemed to get better and better... the memory of the bills on the dresser... and the fact that Tim obviously didn't want to get an ordinary job just then... and why should he get an ordinary job, she thought, completely reversing her bitter feelings of the previous evening... he's an artist!

The whole story took only a few seconds to tell, but she felt as though she had been speaking for ages when finally she fell silent, waiting for some reaction from Tim. She did not have to wait long.

"NO!" he said rising and standing defensively over her, his entire body tensed. "No!"

Even though she had carefully omitted any mention of what had happened in the park, Tim had clearly gleaned the fact that Sam Dagon had a more than casual interest in his wife.

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to fall for something like that? That creep has hot pants for you... so he offers you a job... and I can tag along if I want... Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Oh, honey... come on... it's not like that... Oh, sure, I think he likes me... but I told him about you... and he knows he couldn't pull anything if we're both there. Think of all the time you'd have to write... and I wouldn't have to work so hard... I'd be doing something really interesting... meeting people..."

Will you shut up... ? Damn it! I don't want to hear about it!" Tim turned and stormed out the door. From the kitchen came the acrid odor of burning bacon, and then the sound of pots being slammed around. She heard him go into the living room and slam the door behind him.

Kate sat there for a moment, and then she got up. What a way to start the day, she thought... Each day had been getting progressively worse recently and this one was no exception!

She felt like crying again, but she realized that crying would do no good. She would have to go in and talk to Tim and try to get him calmed down. She slipped on a negligee, one of her many wedding presents that showed more of her than it hid, and, wrapping it around her voluptuous body, padded barefoot into the hallway to the door that led to the living room. She opened the door quickly. Tim was sitting at his desk in front of his typewriter pretending to be studying some papers, but she could tell that he was just sitting there furious.

She walked up to him and stood behind him, placing her long, slender lingers on his neck, massaging gently below his ears.

"Darling," she said... "I'm so sorry... Please don't be upset with me... I..."

Tim turned around and buried his face in the sheer folds that covered her creamy white belly. The scent of her perfume clung to her gown and mingled with her own personal scent creating a potent combination that made Tim's blood run faster in his veins. His fury converted to lust as he hugged his wife's shapely hips and sighed heavily.

"Baby, I'd sure like a little taste of you right now..." he said huskily.

Kate felt her knees grow weak. It had been so long since he had talked to her like that. A violent thrill ran through her as Tim reached down to caress her long legs, sliding his fingers up to the back of her knees, pushing up under her gown.

"Oh, Tim," she sobbed... "Honey..."

His fingers kept moving, and soon Kate slid down to the floor so that she was kneeling beside him. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands and kissed him as he got down on the floor beside her.

"You sweet little bitch," he said, suddenly rummaging one hand up between her legs.

"Ooooooh!" she squealed as the force of his hand pushed her down pinning her to the floor.

Tim knelt over her looking down at her squirming body while his hand continued to explore beneath her robe.

"MMmmmmmm, wet already," he said, feeling his penis stiffen. His other hand searched out her already hard nipples, toying beneath the gown with their round little points, feeling the large orbs of her breasts jiggling beneath his hand. Suddenly he pinched the red rubbery nipple between his finger and thumb.

"Oooooh! Honey, don't be rough this time, please..." She hated it when he was rough with her.

He had been roughest on their wedding night... after so many months of waiting, of petting that went nowhere, since Kate insisted upon saving herself for him until their wedding night. As a matter of fact, it had taken her several days after that night before Tim could persuade her to make love with him again. But once he managed to seduce her again, he was gentle and loving with her and she had since come to look forward to their lovemaking with slowly growing passion.

There on the living room floor, all their problems no longer mattered... now that he was holding her, doing all the small things that she had come to expect from him prior to their lovemaking.

She moaned beneath him as he stretched his long thin frame out over hers. He began pulling at her gown so that she could feel it beginning to rip at the shoulders.

"Wait..." she said, "wait, darling..." He sat back, and she hurriedly began to pull off first her negligee and then the brief gown of matching powder blue that she wore beneath it. She could feel his impatience as she finally got everything off and lay nude before him.

He studied her nakedness for a moment, letting his eyes roam hungrily over her smooth satiny flesh.

"Oh, honey. I'm going to fuck you soooo good!" he cooed, eyeing the reddish-blonde vee-shaped mound of her pubic hair that so cleverly hid her secret parts from his sight. His hands went to smooth along her slightly quivering stomach, one finger curling inside the indented bud of her navel, causing her to jump.

"Oooooo," she moaned, her eyes now clenched tightly shut, her pelvis executing little jerky motions in spite of herself. It had been so long... even his crude language did not put her off this time as it had so often before. She had often wondered where he got such habits, but she knew that he must have slept with other women before her, he was such an accomplished lover. Most probably he had picked up some things from them. But now she didn't mind just as long as he wanted her... and there was no doubt of that now. She could hear him ripping off his shirt and pants. The almost obscene, quiet noise of his zipper being pulled down, aroused her even more.

"Oh, hurry darling, hurry!" She could feel the cool breeze from the living room window drifting over her taut breasts, tantalizing them still further. Then suddenly he was on her. His naked body pressed tightly against her, pushing her sensitive flesh down into the soft rug of the living room floor. His cock was pressed hard against the hair-lined slit of her pussy, and she pushed up, arching her back as his hands went under her round, firm buttocks. His penis was spreading the wet vaginal lips apart slowly, allowing the length of it to come in direct, searing contact with her waiting vaginal mouth.

"Oh, God you feel good!" he groaned, smashing his lips against her mouth and wriggling his hips against hers. And as he kissed her, Kate realized how sore her mouth was and there, in the midst of her passion for her husband, the memory of Sam Dagon came to her with full force, and for that split second it was he who held her buttocks so tightly, he who so easily positioned her willing body so that his cock was touching at the entrance of her vagina, pushing big and hard, trying to enter her.

Tim's cock was getting harder and harder with every second that passed, and he couldn't hold back another instant. His hips jerked forward suddenly and he drove his long thin cock deep into the open mouth of her cunt.

"Aaaaaaaah," she moaned feeling the full length of her husband's penis slip wetly into her. His big, long cock slammed up into her cunt to the very depths of her inner being, warm and taut, stretching the hot fleshy sheath with its rigidity, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter with each second.

"Mmmmmmmmngh!" they both let out a simultaneous grunt as his cock filled her gently pulsing vagina and struck bottom.

Kate could feel Tim's hanging testicles nudging into the spread crack of her upturned ass as she squealed, twisting beneath him with the rapture of his animal-like thrust. He withdrew and plunged in again, screwing tightly into her straining pussy. And once more, he withdrew and plugged her burning cunt with the hardness of his cock.

"Oh, Tim... Tim," she cried out over and over again. She had almost forgotten how good it felt! How could she ever have gone so long before their wedding without letting him fulfill her like this. It was like magic, this overpowering lust that he brought out in her, that made her turn from a demure newly-married bride into a screaming hussy, bucking furiously like a wild woman beneath him, arching her body up so that more of his hot cock could enter her, urging him on to smack his loins against her harder and harder.