Chapter 4

I awoke to bright sunshine and the tap, tap, tapping of a woodpecker. I sat up to look for Miles. He wasn't there. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair. I put on a cotton dress and ran downstairs. My husband wasn't in the house as I felt all sticky from his seed leaking out of me and down my thighs. I hurried outside to see Miles on a ladder pounding the roof of the outhouse. So it wasn't a pesky woodpecker after all, it was my spouse repairing the place we relieved ourselves.

"Good morning," I called to him as I approached,

"Good morning," he smiled back.

"How do you like your eggs?"

"Over easy with lots of bacon."

"Coming right up in about fifteen minutes. Where are the eggs?"

"You have to get them from under the hens."

"All right," I blew him a kiss.

After we had eaten and I washed the dishes while Miles went back to complete his job on the outhouse, I began to unpack and put my clothes away. I hung my winter coat with a sheepskin lining in the back of the closet. I pumped some water and carried it upstairs to wash out my womb. I wanted it to be clean in case Miles wanted to make love to me once more.

I thought of all that Margaret told me about a woman and a man having loving intercourse. She told me about sucking his manhood and him tonguing my sex. I wondered if he would find that as a perversion. The way my oldest sister put it, it was just an extension of two loving people expanding their passion for each other. When I asked her how she knew all of these things, she just smiled and explained that she knew of some women who had done them. I asked her if she ever done that, she just giggled then gave me a nice kiss on the lips. She didn't confess or deny my inquiry. She was five years older than myself and to me, she was the most beautiful of all the girls in our family.

It would take me into the coldest winter night for me to muster the courage to do it to him with my mouth. I also explained for him to do me down there too. When we were done, he asked me why we didn't do this sooner. I stated that he would think of me as a crazy woman. Miles laughed and said that may be, but he loved me sucking his penis and licking my sex. I had to show him my clitoris and to pay special attention to it. Most wives of those days wouldn't bring up such a subject but somehow I had the feeling that Miles wouldn't mind me giving him advice on the private things of our lives. He never questioned me. He later told me he believed me since I was from the east I'd know about these things.

On Sunday we dressed in our best clothes and attended church. Miles said that he had been delinquent in going to the services but now that he had a wife he thought of me as being his angel so we went. We linked up with John and Sylvia on the way. We chatted from carriage to carriage as we made our way to the church. Miles and I shared the same hymnal purposely hooking fingers as all newlyweds do. We also held hands despite the heat. I found that the hot weather was just as bad back in Rhode Island but there was less humidity back there.

John and Sylvia invited us to their house for Sunday dinner. We, of course, accepted. Sylvia proved herself to be a very good cook. She had a roast in the oven slowly cooking since they left. I helped her with mashing potatoes and carrots for our vegetables. The roast beef was just how I liked it. It was how Mama made it. Nice and brown on the outside with some pink on the inside. Both of us complimented her on the meal and she smiled from the praise we bestowed upon her.

We arrived back home late in the afternoon. I wanted to write to Mama and Margaret but Miles had other plans. He took me down the cellar where it was much cooler. He had placed a bed down there. Earlier he put a mattress on the frame with some pillows. He always removed those items after we were done so no mildew could get on them. I surprised him by getting on top. Another thing Margaret told me about. My hair was all the way down to my mid back and curls were everywhere. I placed his erection in my pussy, another term that Margaret told me, and moved up and down making small circles. We were both naked as we made love. While I was pumping him he played with my nipples. I told him to squeeze them harder and he did. I had two wonderful climaxes. The first I squirted and it was so powerful that I wet his legs and stomach. I smelled my own scent and thought that it was wonderful. Later Miles made the same comment.