Carlotta Graham - The lap dog

"Okay, handsome," she said fondly to Hans. "Time to get up and go home. We wouldn't want your prim little mistress to get all upset and start locking you up, would we." It took a few moments for the still naked Sylvia to coax the dog out the door, but finally he left, loping toward the gate.

"So long, lover," Sylvia called softly. "See you again soon."

Angela lay on her back in bed, eyes wide open, watching the bedroom slowly turn light around her. A few minutes ago she had not been able to see the chair over by the door, brut now it began to loom out of the semi-darkness like the wreck of some old ship under water. Little tendrils of soft light were sneaking around the edges of the window curtains, spilling down onto the carpet, being soaked up in its dark nap.

The young wife had been lying like this for several hours, ever since about three in the morning, staring into the blackness around her, unable to close her eyes. Sleep just wouldn't come, no matter what little tricks she tried, and she'd tried everything from counting sheep to some simple yoga mental exercises she had once seen demonstrated on television, but nothing helped. She just lay there growing tenser and tenser. It would have been bad enough to the young woman if it were just a matter of having drunk too much coffee the night before, or one of a dozen other simple causes, but she knew what was really the matter, why she couldn't sleep, and the knowledge made her feel ashamed.

She was horny. She wanted to be made love to.

Fat chance, the blonde housewife thought bitterly to herself. Jack lay snoring next to her, lively as a log in a swamp, his big arms spread out over the bed in complete relaxation. One of them periodically flopped across her body as her husband changed position in his sleep and Angela would then disgustedly push it away. It was hard for her to tell for whom or what she felt the disgust, but she suspected it was as much for herself as for anything. Once again her treacherous body was dictating moods to her, forcing her mind into carnal channels where all her training told her it didn't belong. For the thousandth time the tortured young woman asked herself what was the matter with her, and for the thousandth time an angry fight went on in her mind – the more modern, intelligent, well-educated part telling her that she was just exhibiting the signs of normal, healthy physical needs, but the darker part of her unconscious, spoiled by her parents' fundamentalist beliefs, painted her a picture of lust and guilt and hell-fire.

Sensing her husband stir next to her, Angela looked over hopefully to see if he was awake, but his eyes were still closed. However, one of his arms fell across her body once again, this time pressing heavily down against her breasts. It was a warm night and both husband and wife were sleeping naked. This didn't happen too often, since each one of the young couple were somewhat inhibited about nudity, but right now Angela was glad she was naked because there was nothing between her sensitive little nipples and that hairy arm but sensation. Despite herself, the young blonde felt her body moving a little, working her breasts up against the weight above, feeling little trickles of pleasure seeping down into her body.

Angela must have moved a little too much, because Jack suddenly opened his eyes, not really seeing anything, but starting to come awake. Turning toward his wife, he pressed the front of his body close to hers, letting his arm snuggle around her body, his legs bending forward a little. Partly to hide her shame and partly because it was more comfortable, Angela turned away from her husband, lying on her side facing the same direction as he and automatically Jack snuggled up to her, holding his young wife protectively in the curve of his body, one hand unknowingly cupping her breast.

Oh, how Angela liked that, and at the same time was tortured almost beyond endurance. His hand on her naked breast felt like fire and she was terribly aware of the soft fleshiness of his penis pressing gently into the sensitive hollow where her buttocks joined her upper thighs, only an inch or two away from her already moist pussy. For several minutes Angela lay still and rigid, then couldn't keep her buttocks from pressing back a little into her husband's flaccid penis, delighted to feel its soft hotness press a little farther up into that sensitive crack. At the same time she ground her left breast – she was lying on her left side – down against the hand that so unconsciously cupped it. The young blonde wife was surprised to find that her breathing was growing faster as she worked herself against her husband's unknowing body, tantalizing herself shamelessly.

My God, was his penis growing hard? she thought in wonder.

There seemed to be a stirring high up between her thighs and… yes… pressure was growing against the narrow slit between her buttocks, unmistakably worming up toward her waiting cunt. Rapidly losing all sense of caution, the desperate young woman pressed back harder against her husband's growing rigidity, all the time sliding her nipple lightly around over the palm of his hand.

"W-What?" Jack said sleepily, raising up his head a little and looking at the back of Angela's head. She froze, cursing herself for her greed, but for once she was in luck. Letting his head flop back down on the pillow, Jack became slowly aware that he had an erection and that it was shoved somewhere up between his wife's ass-cheeks. Nor was he oblivious to the pebble-hard little nipple digging into his palm. Angela was a beautiful woman, and the young man fully realized it and realized also that they were both naked, her warm sweet-smelling flesh pressed sexilly tight against him. Also, Jack had been having an erotic dream, perhaps brought on unknowingly by Angela's pressure against his loins, and all of a sudden he felt really turned on. Stretching his head forward, he kissed Angela on the ear.

"Oh, Jack," she moaned, and almost acting on its own volition, her buttocks ground hungrily back against his still-growing member.

"Morning, honey," Jack breathed into his wife's ear and then began to worm his swelling cock up between her thighs, aiming its blood-engorged tip up toward the soft curly mound he knew lay ahead. In a second he was burrowing a hot path up into her waiting cunt, already sopping wet and eager for him. With something like wonder he felt his sensitive hardness rub slowly through that warm moist little cleft, gentle little spasms running over his surprised loins.

"What a way to wake up," he whispered happily in her ear.

"Darling, it feels so good," Angela moaned back, arching her lower back a little so that she could feel more of his swollen member up between her hungry thighs. Jack was rubbing a little harder now, his cock quickly swelling to an almost painful hardness. Several times he felt the hot bulbous tip slide across the moistened opening of Angela's vagina but it didn't slip in, since his madly rubbing shaft was nearly at right angles to his wife's eager cunt. At the same time Angela was moaning, "Oh, please, Jack, put it in, put it in."

Sliding down in the bed and moving his upper torso away from his wife's back, the young husband soon had himself placed in a better position to entry and thrust up a little, sensing his trembling cock-head catch again at the very entrance to her beckoning vagina, but not go in. Rather, it skidded away to jab roughly at Angela's tiny throbbing clitoris.

"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, jerking from the wild stimulating touch, loving that spongy hotness rubbing over her vibrating little sensation-bud. Really eager now, Jack rammed one knee between Angela's trembling thighs to force her legs slightly open, and then reaching down with his fingers, began trying to stuff his aching cock up into that hungry little tunnel. It was slippery going, she was so wet down there, and it didn't help that maddened by all the fumbling over her excruciatingly sensitive cuntal area, Angela began uncontrollably jerking her hips.