Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

"Honey?" I spoke softly, almost in a whisper, so as not to wake him if he was asleep. No response. "Frank darling? Are you asleep?" Still no answer. I raised my voice and tried again but he just wouldn't come to. Once again I tried to subdue my rising passion by lying back and taking no notice of his presence. But even when I closed my eyes I could feel his body so near me, sense its masculine power, and my imagination filled in the missing details, such as that magnificent cock. "Frank, please, wake up!" I cried, grabbing hold of him and shaking him. "I must have you, you're driving me crazy!"

He mumbled something and tried to turn over on his side but I wouldn't have it. "No you don't! Wake up, Frank, and be like a husband to me. I can't take it any longer." Perhaps he was secretly drunk. That would explain his new-found cool. With a snort of disgust I let him drop and tried to sort out my thoughts. What the hell, if he wanted to sleep let him. By the same token, if I wanted to make love I would. I took hold of his cock with one hand and rubbed it as though it was a magic lamp, to find it much more responsive than the rest of my husband. A few caresses and it began to swell quickly. But I wanted to feel it expand inside my mouth so I hurried down and took it all inside. It throbbed and grew rapidly, filling my mouth, pushing its way down my throat. Now I could blow him in style. I knew how to relax my throat muscles, how to use my tongue and teeth, and Frank would find out in the course of this blow job that he had married a real woman, one with real needs.

Even though Frank still wouldn't move, the fact that his cock was as hard as rock was enough to spur me on. I gave it my best, closing my lips hard just below his knob and tugging at it, blowing on it, running my tongue in spiral from the tip right down the thick stalk to the hairy base and back, I used my fingers, my cheeks, everything to make his cock feel nice. I felt very happy in my work. My body throbbed in time with his cock, I was as taut and hot as it was, and making love to my own husband thrilled me deep down.

"Hey, didn't I tell you the honeymoon would start later!" Frank sat up and pushed my head away from his stiff cock. "You better learn to do as I say, girl, or there's going to be a lot of friction!"

"Frank, no, how could you!" Now I was really hurt. I reeled back and lay along the foot of the bed in a state of shock. "That's cruel as hell!"

"Is it really? Good, because I want to make my point very clear. I say when we make love and I say when we don't! Now come up here, lie down, and wait. I may change my mind and I may not. It all depends on how I feel." I obeyed meekly but inside I was in a rage. I almost wanted him to turn back into the groveling boy. My body was in a raging turmoil, I'd had a taste of him and I wanted more, more, more! His cock declined slowly, jerkily, and it was like watching a stately vessel sink. I wanted to cry. This was turning into the most miserable night of my life. If only he would change his mind! I was powerless to influence him, however, because I was already naked and I'd already played my trump card by trying to blow him. What a fool I'd been.

"Okay, go back down on me," said Frank out of the blue. "Get me hard and I'll think about it some more."

"Do you mean it, Frank?" I was so relieved and delighted that I actually felt he was doing me a great favor. I went down on him at once and now I treated his cock like royalty! I washed it with my tongue, dried it with my breath, fondled it with all ten fingers, loved it and lavished it with tender care. I kissed his balls, his asshole, his thighs, I rubbed my face against his belly and took his entire cock down my throat to make my muscles pullulate about his sensitive knob, and my enthusiasm was so great that I actually came in the process!

"That's very good," he said, and I noticed that some of the ice had gone from his voice, that it quavered just a little. "But I think my ass needs a bit more work."

"Right away, darling!" With the same zeal I descended to his asshole and poked my tongue deep into the already wet sphincters. I loved his musky, stuffy odor, the hairiness of his cheeks and the surprising softness of his anus. His cock towered high above my face and his balls dangled down, enticing me to lick them at intervals. But I really gave it to his asshole, working my tongue around and inside it until he was squirming with pleasure. He couldn't maintain his front now, he was too far gone. But so was I. In the back of my mind I realized he'd done a number on me but that didn't matter; or rather, it made me all the happier.

When he finally consented to fuck me I was so hot that it only took one good stroke to set me off. I'd had some good lovers in my hectic week, perhaps some great ones, but Frank blew them all away with that first deep thrust. It was as though he'd opened the door leading to a burning room, letting in a burst of oxygen that turned the fires into a roaring conflagration, and once he'd done that nothing could fight my fire but his mighty cock. It entered me deeper and deeper with every stroke, always promising a heavy load of soothing sperm, always withholding it.

But I could wait a little longer. All that mattered to me was that he was on top of me, that his cock was inside me, and that he was in my arms. "Frank!" I moaned, only half aware of what I was saying. "You're the one, there'll never be anyone else!"

"There had better not be!" he panted, driving his cock relentlessly into my cunt, fondling my tits with both hands and occasionally bending down to suck at my hard nipples. "From here on in it's you and me, Jackie, nobody else."

"Oh Frank, that's wonderful! I love you, Frank, do you know that? I love you! Oh, Frank, Frank, it feels so great, you're such a good lover!" Every word came from the heart. In between mountainous waves of passion I thought back over past affairs and they seemed very petty suddenly, just practice sessions for this event. When he came I was completely done, there was nothing left to be satisfied or loved, and the only surviving urge was to be close to the man who had made me feel so great.

We made love often that night. The snacks, as it turned out, came in as handy as K-rations on a forced march. Without them we might not have survived. But before we finally fell asleep I couldn't help but wonder what had caused such a change in my husband's behavior. Was that a natural part of getting married? Surely not.

Late the next morning I heard the bedside phone ring. Frank picked it up and I heard him say hello to his father. The conversation that followed provided me with the answer to my question. "Yes Dad, yes it worked fine… yeah, yes, that's right… she loved it… okay, and thanks again for the advice, Dad." I made sure he wouldn't know that I was awake by turning over and smacking my lips sleepily and snoring a bit. But inside I was smiling. With a father-in-law like that, how could our marriage fail?