“What did Tony do next?” Bob asked implacably.
“He took hold of his cock with one hand, held the lips of my cunt open with the other, and began rubbing the head of his cock against my inner lips.”
“Like this?” Bob asked. With one hand he opened the outer lips of my cunt and rubbed the glistening head of his rigid cock hard against the inner lips. I could feel the moisture gathering. I pushed with my hips to get his cock inside me, but he held it away, wouldn't let it go in. “Then what?” he demanded.
Actually, Tony had detoured to my breasts, which he had gotten out meanwhile. With one hand probing my cunt he began sucking on my nipples, erecting them. It felt good, but not nearly as good as his hand on my cunt, and I thought I'd go crazy if he didn't stick his cock in soon. “Tony kept rubbing the head of his cock against my cunt,” I lied, “especially against my clitoris.”
“Yes, oh yes!” I cried. Bob rubbed his cock hard against my cunt, especially against the clitoris, and with a cry and a shudder I had a climax.
“Did you have a climax when Tony did it?” he asked.
“Yes, oh yes,” I said. “But he kept on going.”
“Oh yes, yes, yes!” I cried. “Then I got on top of him like this, and I pushed, and his cock went all the way into my cunt.”
“It was the first time?”
“The first time.”
“Didn't it hurt?”
“Only a little, and only for a second.”
“Does this hurt?” And he pulled me around till I was on top of him. I thrust down hard and took his cock all the way up my cunt.
“Only a little,” I lied, for already I sensed he wanted it to be as much like Tony's fuck as possible; actually it was sheer heaven feeling Bob's cock sliding up my cunt all the way, till I was sitting on his big hard balls. “Then he grabbed me hard, he rolled me over, and he began fucking me,” I said.
“Like this?” Bob asked. He rolled me over and began fucking me hard. I didn't know how much to respond, whether to try to pretend indifference to suggest it had not been such a great thing when Tony fucked me. Actually when Tony did it I had let myself go and slammed my crotch into his with every stroke, coming three or four times before he came once, so passionate that I alarmed him. When he was done he had looked down with astonishment at the small pool of blood on the leather seat of the car.
“It was the first time for you!” he had gasped.
“Of course!” I had said.
“Even so, you fuck like a demon,” he had said.
And I fucked even more like a demon with Bob pounding his cock into me. I no longer cared whether he thought I was imitating the fuck with Tony or doing it just for him. My mind lost all control, it was my body that was responding to the joy, the boundless pleasure of my dearest love fucking me, and I let myself go. “Make it last, make it last!” I begged.
“Did Tony make it last?” he asked.
“On and on,” I lied, though actually it was over in perhaps half a minute, for all my several climaxes. So Bob pounded on and on, with as much control as he could manage, and each climax I had seemed twice as fantastic as the one before, until I knew I couldn't stand any more. “Now, now!” I begged. “Come like Tony came!”
Bob came, but it was a thousand times the explosion Tony's had been. I had barely felt Tony's orgasm, but Bob's produced the most earth-shaking climax of my life, and when we were done my heart was pounding so much I wondered I hadn't had a heart attack.
Soon we fell asleep again, Bob's cock locked inside me, and we didn't wake up for another hour. Bob was the first awake, and he woke me with a gentle kiss. “Oh, I love you so much,” he whispered.
“And you forgive me?” I begged.
“I forgive you,” he whispered.
We had a wonderfully happy day, sailing on the lake, cooking steaks on the outdoor fireplace, taking our ease. Every once in a while Bob would pause and look at me. “My beautiful wife!” he would say.
“My husband, my wonderful, masterful husband,” I would say. And what pleasure it gave me to say it and be able to mean it!
Knowing we had a whole lifetime ahead of us we did not hurry to bed that night. We watched a comedy program on television, then stripped and climbed naked into bed. But once more Bob was unable to get an erection. We tried and tried for half an hour. “Tell me about Tony fucking you again,” Bob said in despair.
I started the story again, but it did not seem to arouse Bob, until I decided not to skip over the part where Tony had sucked on my nipples. When I told Bob this he began sucking on my nipples, he got an erection, and he didn't wait for me to finish the story. He climbed on me and fucked me, but it was no longer the total dedication to passion, for now there was a note of despair to it.
In the morning we did not even try to fuck, we did not discuss it. During the day I sensed a new sadness in Bob. I kept calling him husband, telling him how much I loved him, but got only sad smiles in response.
That night, when we got into bed, we kissed passionately, but no erection. “Tell me about old Tony again,” Bob said. I tried to, and I added a few details I had not mentioned before, but it didn't work. I told Bob I loved him so much it was enough just to lie in his arms, but I could see it wasn't going to work. Each night of our honeymoon we fell asleep in each other's arms, and we did not try to fuck. I made no attempt to arouse Bob, because I knew the failure would leave him more depressed than before.
I think we were both relieved when our honeymoon was over and we could go to N.Y.C., where Bob could take up his post as an executive trainee with Arbor Conglomerates.