Chapter 7

"What's for breakfast, honey?"

Sharon Fleming smiled to herself as her husband's voice came to her from their bedroom, relaxed and loving.

"Omelets, darling," she called back.

"My, my, aren't we fancy!"

Sharon laughed, and bent over the frying pan to give the golden puffy eggs another look. They were popping in the melted butter, and the edges were just beginning to turn a perfect brown. Sharon listened to her husband getting out of bed, heard him yawn broadly, and imagined him stretching the sleep out of his muscular, naked body. She smiled to herself again as she remembered how it had been before they'd met the Greens, how they'd wake up every morning dressed primly in their pajamas. But now it was different! In the three months since that first orgy at the Green's house, their whole sexual lives together had matured and grown more exciting, and they had no more need for a lot of encumbering nightclothes. Even now, as she stood watching over the morning eggs, Sharon wore no clothes, but stood proudly naked with her firm full breasts jutting out from her body and the soft curling blonde hairs up between her thighs exposed to the late morning light.

Sharon jumped as she felt her husband's hands encircle her waist and sneak down into the V of her naked loins. She shivered as he moved his hands ever so slightly back and forth along the bones of her hips and pubic mound.

"Mmmmmm, that's the kind of chef I like to see," he breathed into her ear.

Sharon laughed, and turned her body into his unclothed maleness, breathing in the musky scent of the precious night's passionate love making.

"And what's more, she can cook, too," Ron added, pressing her into him teasingly.

"All right, Romeo, calm down," Sharon giggled. "Your breakfast's almost ready."

"Oh no... you don't think..." Ron's eyebrows went up in mock surprise. "You can't possibly think I'm interested in food at a time like this! Can't you see, it's not your omelet I want, it's your body!"

Sharon laughed again into his face, and then threw her arms around his neck with exaggerated passion

"But don't you see, darling? Don't you understand? My body you can have anytime... but how often do you get omelets?"

"Ohhhhh... I see... well, you've got a point there, of course," Ron mused. "First things first, of course."

"Of course," his beautiful wife laughed, and together they moved toward the breakfast table.

"The eggs?" Ron whispered in her ear.

"Oh!" Sharon remembered, and turned back to the stove, cut off the heat, and served the omelet up on two plates she'd set on the sideboard. She gathered up two napkins and made her way to the table.

Ron smiled as she sat down across from him, her round young breasts swinging freely before his eyes. He gazed proudly as she bent over her breakfast, so free now, so unencumbered by the sexual fetters that had bound her for so long, that had prevented her, and him too, of course, from living their relationship to the fullest in all its facets. He couldn't ever thank the Green's enough for having exposed her, exposed both of them, to the unparalleled pleasures of an unrepressed sex life.

"I wonder how Dick and Myra are getting on?" Ron said, picking up his fork to begin.

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Sharon replied. "I got a letter from Myra yesterday. Just a short one. She said something about Dick's forming a new bank with some people."

"Christ, you can't hold that man down!"

"Don't I know it," Sharon giggled, and winked as her husband looked up at her. "Financially is what I mean."

"Sure you do," Ron laughed.

"Anyway, she said everything was fine, and that they'd like to get together some weekend or holiday or something."

"Well, I'm for that!" Ron said. "It would be great to see them."

"That's what I said in the letter I sent them yesterday," Sharon smiled. "I didn't think you'd have any objections."

They finished their breakfast, and Sharon cleared away the dishes. Ron leaned back in his chair, and burped with satisfaction. He thought of the month they'd spent with the Greens before he and Sharon had decided to move to Southern California. It had been perhaps the most exciting and maturing month in both of their lives. Sharon had learned all the intricate ways of sexual fulfillment the eagerness and curiosity of a first time student, and he had reamed a lot of exciting things from the amazingly improvisational Myra Green. All in all, that month had freed both him and Sharon from the burden of uncomfortable, Self conscious sex they'd labored under ever since they'd been married, and now... Ron looked across to where his wife leaned across the sink, her soft ripened breasts hanging down like luscious fruits, her thighs pressed up against the drain board hiding the secret patch of hair between her relaxed thighs... well, now it was different.

Yes, the Greens were wonderful people, there was no doubt about that, and they had probably saved his marriage. The only thing Ron regretted about having moved to Southern California was having to give up those fantastic evenings when the four of them would get together. Still, it was probably for the best. He and Sharon had needed new surroundings, a new environment in which to plant the seeds of their new life together. Ron knew that since their friendship with the Greens had only been one based on sexuality, it would probably have only died a slow lingering death anyway. But this way they could see the Greens a few weekends a year, and yet have the opportunity to make new friends in their new home in the San Bernadino Hills.

Yes, everything had worked out beautifully, and Ron was satisfied. He rose from the table, walked over to where his wife was rinsing off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, and pressed himself up against her, feeling the cool, smooth roundness of her naked buttocks up against the limp flesh of his restless slumbering cock.

"Ummm... great breakfast, honey."

Sharon turned to him, and smiled, throwing her bare arms around his neck almost languidly.

"And the cook? How was she?"

"Delicious, as usual!" Ron laughed. He grazed his lips along her cheek, and then came to rest gently on her half parted mouth. He kissed her long and slow. Her eyes were shining when he finally released her mouth.

"Oh, Ron... you shouldn't do that kind of thing. Not so soon after we've eaten."

"You're insatiable!" Ron chuckled, giving her curved buttocks a light love tap. "And I'm going to go shave."

"There are fresh razors in the medicine chest, darling," Sharon called after him, as he left the kitchen.

"Thanks."

Sharon turned her back to the sink, finished rinsing the dishes, and then put them in the dishwasher. She started the machine, and then wandered back into the bedroom, sitting on the bed across from the bathroom. She gazed admiringly at her husband's powerful built body as he stood in front of their large bathroom mirror, pressing the shaving lotion from the aerosol can, filling the room with the penetrating scent of artificial lemons. God, he was a handsome man! She wondered how she could ever leave resisted him in anything, how she could ever have been so shy, so reticent about giving herself to her husband and taking his powerful body inside her in any way possible. Her gaze fell on his massive cock, and her loins stirred again as she remembered how it had pierced her to the very core the night before, slowly at first, then fiercely driving her to the pinnacle of desire. It always amazed her that that small, innocent, flaccid arm of flesh could grow to the unbelievable hugeness that filled her whole belly so completely, so wonderfully!