Suzanne Mellows - The sex experiment

"Now there's where you're going wrong, Mr. Randolph. I'd be doing both you and my patient a disservice if I didn't try to explain to you that the person you refer to as quote, my wife, unquote, is much, much more than that. She is a person in her own right and deserves to be treated as such! Once you begin to see her in this light, I feel that a great many of the problems which you two have accumulated through the years can begin to clear up."

Sobering, Adam tried to assimilate this information. "Yes," he said, trying to resume his natural tone of voice, his responsible citizen voice, "Yes, I've realized that. That's just it! I see that that's where I've gone wrong! Even in the experiments, that's where I have gone wrong. I've made prostitutes of them all! That's what I've done!" Adam's voice broke. "Tell her she's got to come back to me! She's just got to!"

Stan looked at Helen. The pale and disheveled wife was standing up. She wavered a bit and then steadied herself.

"Tell him, I'll be home in a little while!" she said, half-smiling, half-weeping.

Nervously, Adam paced up and down the apartment until at last he heard the familiar sound of the elevator stopping at the landing outside. He rushed to the door and opened it wide. There coming down the hall was a woman who resembled Helen. It was Helen, but she seemed so weak, so drained of life that she was almost unrecognizable. Adam felt something twist hard in his heart. This is what I've done to her!

Defensively, Helen started to speak. "I've come back!" she said, but hidden within the words was the meaning, "despite what you've done, despite what I've done, despite all the hurt and pain I feel!"

Adam gathered her into his arms and rushed her inside. He took her straight away to the bathroom where unprotesting, she allowed him to undress her while he ran a tub. Once the water was filled almost to the brim, he helped her to get in it and then washed her soothingly, carefully.

"Oh, my poor, poor darling!" he muttered. The hot water did its healing work on the soft, bruised flesh and restored something of Helen's vibrant skin tone. Bit by bit, the exhausted woman began to relax. Letting her head rest on the rubber pillow that was attached to the back of the tub by suction cups, she closed her eyes and sighed. She was almost asleep by the time Adam lifted her bodily from the tub and dried her carefully with a big towel. Then he took her into the bedroom and put her to bed. He himself had changed the sheets and had been embarrassed to discover that he didn't even know where they were kept. He'd had to search all over to find them. Then when Helen was snug in the bed, already sleeping like a baby, her fists tight around her pillow, Adam got in beside her.

They didn't wake until the following morning around 10:00A.M. The phone was ringing and Adam answered it groggily. "Mmm. Yes, yes! Oh, God, yes. Get a sub for me, I've got the flu!"

It was the Science Department of the university wondering why Dr. Randolph hadn't shown up for his classes that morning. Then he got up and went to the bathroom. When Adam resumed, he saw his wife lying there, half uncovered, still sleeping peacefully. The large full mounds of her breasts, the ripe nipples were exposed and staring up at him.

"God, you're so beautiful!" he muttered, staring down at her nakedness. He could feel his male hardness rising at the sight of this beautiful creature who was also his wife. It was all he could do to keep from dropping to the bed and locking his lips to the softness of her flesh at that very moment, but he held himself back.

She needed more. Much more than that! Now Adam knew that his wife had hidden recesses of knowledge of which he'd never dreamed. He had seen her in action as she'd never been with him. Yes, it was up to him to bring that out in her again instead of just jumping on top of her and throwing it to her without preparing her well for it. The reward would be well worth it.

Adam leaned over and kissed his wife gently on the lips as though he had never kissed her before. Like Sleeping Beauty, she stirred, but slowly, as though she'd been asleep a hundred years.

"Mmmm."

Helen opened her eyes and saw Adam's concerned face close to hers. His expression was one of infinite tenderness. How long since she'd known such a thing as tenderness? It thrilled her to the marrow of her bones. She reached up, curled her arms around and pulled her husband down on her. One of his legs slipped tightly between her soft open thighs. Their bodies fell together with a suppleness as though they belonged together. Slowly, Helen moved her thighs up against Adam's loins as he ground his lips down onto hers feeling his already hard cock throb painfully. He could feel a bit of wet seminal fluid seeping from the tip of it. Nakedly they clung together, Helen beginning a massage with her whole body that pressured his cock-head until Adam thought it would explode. It was jerking and twitching, and he was afraid he would cum too soon, for he could feel it building deep into his balls. The recalcitrant husband thrust his tongue deep inside his wife's open mouth, feeling her suck gently upon it, nibbling with sharp, tiny bites that sent chills of desire racing throughout his erotically trembling body.

"Teach me some things!" he said softly to her. "Show me how to love you."

"Yes," she promised softly, breathing heavily into his mouth. "You want to fuck me now, don't you?"

The word was breathtakingly exciting on his wife's lips. He gasped and said, "Yes, yes, I do want to fuck you!"

"How? Tell me how."

"Long and hard so that you'll want no one else to fuck you, so that you'll forget that anyone else ever did!"

"Oh, God!" she moaned, "do it then. Do it Adam!"

The professor moved one hand down to the smoothness of Helen's naked buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully shaped. Her body was so warm and soft against him as his mouth locked once more tightly to hers. Amazingly, Adam could feel her hand searching down between them for the throbbing hardness of his penis. The coolness of her fingers closed around its pulsing length, and he pressed his head forward to kiss her neck. Her perfume – or was it only the soap he'd used on her last night – smelled like fresh-cut flowers. Her lips softly gave beneath the harsher pressure of his teeth and tongue, and tiny chills spread over the surfaces of his skin wherever he touched her.

Moaning softly, Helen crushed the entire length of her silken body up against his, grinding her loins eagerly against him and opening her thighs wide to accept his body between them.

Adam felt Helen's hands searching over his body, exploring him eagerly as though she had never touched him before. His hard shaft was resting against the narrow, hair-trimmed slit of her pussy, waiting for permission to enter. Helen arched up for a moment, levering them both upward with the strength of her back muscles, and reaching under her buttocks with both hands, she provocatively pulled her fevered vaginal lips apart to give her husband's lust-thickened penis a greater contact with the sensitive flesh within. Now it lay the full length of the moistly throbbing opening. Helen sighed and dropped back to the bed, feeling his rigidity trapped tightly now between her full thighs.

Adam moved his hand up and down the soft curves of her back and hips as Helen began to undulate her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm.

"Oh, God you feel good!" he whispered down to her. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the skin, and the tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He could sense the hidden power within her, the strength that he had so long ignored in so many ways. Adam pushed his hands further down beneath the fullness of Helen's ass-cheeks, feeling them soft and warm in his palms, and pulled her warmly quivering pussy up tighter against him. With a low moan of heartfelt hunger, he slowly insinuated more and more of the thick hardness of his cock up and down within the split of her wetly seeping cunt, feeling it grow hotter by the second.