Duncan Fox: Hungry spouse

"Well, it won't happen again," Jerry repeated. "You're too young. And besides I am a happily married man."

"If you're so happily married, how come it happened in the first place?" Cindy demanded.

"I don't know." But Jerry did know. He hated to admit it to himself, but he did know. It had been weeks since he had made love to Sue. He didn't know why, but for some reason, she just didn't interest him any more. And that was ridiculous. She was a beautiful woman. Maybe it was just boredom. He mulled that over morosely until they entered the harbor.

"Can I still crew for you?" Cindy asked nervously, put off by his obviously bad mood. "We'll see."

Once on shore, they parted in silence. Jerry wondered how he was going to face Sue. He couldn't tell her what had happened, of course. But he was sure she would know somehow. Women had a sixth sense about things like that. The only thing he could do was try to act natural, and hope against hope she wouldn't ask any awkward questions.

Sue Anderson stepped into the shower cubicle, flipped her towel over the door, and turned on the water. An invisible crust from the salt water in the pool made her skin itch, and had left her deep-red hair stiff and kinky. Moving under the hat spray, she tipped her head back and let the steaming water comb its way through her thick hair, sluicing away the salt.

She had just unfastened the neck strap of her suit when there was a knack on the door. Cautiously holding up the cups of her suit top, she slid the bolt on the door back and opened it a crack. "Yes?"

Carl Randall let his appreciative gaze rake over her, stared insolently at her lush tits, her trim waist, her full hips. "Hello there, Mrs. Anderson," he said boldly. "I thought maybe you could use some help washing your back." He pulled the door open and stepped into the four foot by four foot shower stall.

"What? What are you doing?" Sue stammered, absolutely aghast. The nearness of the tall, tanned, too-handsome lifeguard made her heart hammer. She, and most of the attractive women around, were used to his wisecracks and the way he continually undressed them with his hot brown eyes. The knot of sexual hunger that had been gnawing at her all morning suddenly became more demanding. Defensively, she tugged upward on the bra of her suit.

Carl took the bar of soap out of the wire rack above the shower knobs. His white teeth seemed to almost glare against his tan face. His smile was confident, humorless. "Told you, I'm going to wash your back," he answered boldly.

Sue fought to keep control of herself. The intimate nearness of the handsome lifeguard was making her pulse race. "Aren't you supposed to be on duty at the pool right now?" she asked, fighting to keep her voice steady and normal.

"Stan's on duty right now," Carl answered. "Here, let me wash the salt off you." He reached out with his soapy hands.

Sue dodged away, but he easily caught one of her arms. There really wasn't much place she could go in the confined space. His grip was incredibly strong, but strangely, it didn't hurt. Sue felt a wave of beat sweep through her from his touch. Her legs were shaky, and she knew it wasn't from fear.

"You get out of here," she whispered hoarsely.

Carl ignored her. Keeping hold of her arm with one hand, his other soap-covered paw swept down from her throat – and, through her suit, cupped one of her full, heavy, womanly breasts. Sue felt a searing wall of fire sweeping out through her body from the unexpectedly intimate touch. Her nipples stiffened and thrust impatiently against the confining suit. Her legs felt weaker than ever.

"I-I'll scream," she whispered desperately.

With deliberate, insolent self-assurance, Carl released her breast and pulled the thin strap she was still holding through her limp fingers. "I don't think so," he replied softly. "I don't think you're going to say a thing. You're too hot and horny to do anything but enjoy this."

Sue tried to squeeze out a denial of this, and filled. She was melting inside, all resistance was fading like a mist in the face of her blistering passion. She whimpered deep in her throat.

Carl pulled downward on the strap, making the cup of her top half of Sue's two-piece suit fold down and expose more and more of the untanned flesh of her full breast.

"Thirty-six C," Carl estimated.

"Thirty-seven," Sue corrected, the words catching in her throat. Why was she encouraging this animal? Responding to him?

"Nice," Carl murmured in a hungry whisper, his eyes riveted on her white flesh as he bared more and more of it. Where the sun had touched her, above her bra, she was tanned lightly, freckled heavily. But where the top of her suit had protected her, she was pale white, so colorless that a faint blue vein showed through her alabaster skin. The curving pink arc of a portion of her areola showed.

Carl paused, releasing the strap. Sue still held onto the other thin strip of cloth desperately, as if it were some kind of lifeline. Carl cupped her cheek, his thumb under the angle of her jaw. He tipped her head back, lowered his mouth to hers, and drilled his tongue part her unresisting lips.

In spite of herself, Sue found her free arm going around Carl's neck. His skin was smooth, slick and hot under her palm as she drew herself against him in response to his searing kiss. Desperate sexual need was blazing through her. She pressed her partially covered breasts against Carl's smooth, hairless chest.

God! What was happening to her? That tiny knot of sexual hunger had swelled and grown in her until it was driving everything else before it. How could she be doing this?

But, why shouldn't she be doing this? one corner of her mind asked angrily. When had been the last time she and Jerry had made love? It had been weeks, perhaps months even.

Outwardly, Sue had every right to be totally content with her life. She and Jerry had married young, and she had had two children in short order. Now, Jerry's manufacturing business was a success, and the children were getting private education that neither Sue nor Jerry had ever had a chance at. Jerry's business was profitable and secure enough to pay for the yacht club membership, and let them both play hooky from time to time, the way they had today. She should have been completely at ease.

But, she wasn't. As she had sunned by the big pool, feeling the heat on her trim, bare midriff, there had been that undeniable hunger in her guts. What was wrong? She and Jerry had been passionate lovers since their wedding night. Until recently, that is. Then it had all just sort of faded out, for no reason. Sue had not gained an ounce since Judy had been born. Knowing how Jerry felt, she had even enrolled in a dance class to get her tummy flat again, her ass tight, her thighs smooth and graceful. She had kept herself in perfect shape for fifteen years now, and was proud of her figure.

But Jerry had made no move to even touch her in weeks.

So why shouldn't she respond to the handsome lifeguard's interest in her? Intellectually, she knew the argument wouldn't hold water. The old adage of two wrongs not making a fight. Besides, she was certain Jerry wasn't cheating on her. They were together too much for that, and Jerry was too honest and transparent to pull it, off without her detecting it.

But her animal instincts were driving her more closely against Carl, making her open her mouth further to his probing tongue, making her press her crotch against one of his strong thighs. When he let go of her arm, she didn't try to get away. He drew the thin strap through her unresisting fingers, and she put her other arm around his neck, too. His arms were around her, and she felt his fingers puzzling out the knot at the back of her suit. She felt it loosen, and knew he had figured it out. Only the pressure of her body against his was keeping the suit top in place.