Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

"Sometimes, I think our first year of marriage was kind of a trial. Do you know what I mean, Bob?" Jane searched deeply into her husband's eyes as she asked the question she had been afraid to mention before. But now she thought he might understand… "We went through so much. In some ways, I wasn't the perfect bride you'd thought I'd be."

She breathed a sigh of relief when Bob laughed softly at her subtle apology and pressed his hand gently over hers, and the couple lay together in silence for a long while before he spoke again.

"I only wish that I could have afforded to give this to you before."

Jane tilted her head towards her husband's tanned smiling face. She ran her hand through his shock of dark hair, then pressed a finger against his lips. The warmth of his body was all that she needed now, and anything they could say to each other seemed almost superfluous.

"Just think of all that corporation crap we had to go through back in New York. I bet old Fielding is roasting in the heat. Three accounts folding, another one on the rocks," he laughed, raising the thermos to his lips.

"Don't talk about that now, please Bob," Jane said, slowly raising herself on one elbow and turning her voluptuously formed body toward him. "It's absolutely perfect, being close to you like this."

"Well, being a salesman, if you will excuse the expression, is a bitch and the first couple of months working at R amp; S were a Goddamn strain on me."

Jane sighed and shifted her weight closer to her husband. "Well, that's all over now," she said after a moment. "It's just that you tried so hard to make it on your own. If you'd just swallowed your pride and accepted some of Dad's help, I don't think it would have hurt your dignity."

He chuckled and tossed the burning end of his cigarette at the water, watching as the sputtering ember struck the sand, then went out. "There's some things in life you want to do by yourself, I guess. Now that we're financially stable, I can look your old man in the eye. I've got a sense of self-respect."

"Dad always respected you," Jane firmly protested from where she lay stretched out on her side next to him. "He knew you worked your way through college. He understood how you struggled. But now that you've made it, why don't you relax a little?"

She breathed a sigh of relief when Bob laughed softly and, reaching around her waist, gently pressed his hands against the warmth of her back. "I'm trying to relax," he said, running his fingers down the length of her back and resting his hand just above the smoothly curving swell of her buttocks for a moment.

Jane lifted an arm and brushed aside a strand of silvery blonde hair that fell lazily across her forehead. "Don't worry about it," she said in a sympathetic tone. "We both had our problems and it's our business during the next few weeks to forget."

Bob nodded, indicating that he thought they understood each other. He raised himself from the blanket, moving to the fire that had dwindled to a few glowing coals, and Jane looked up at his tanned muscular shoulders and back, then dropped her eyes to the length of her barely covered body that was golden brown in the softly diminishing light. She could feel a warm sensation tingling in her breasts and sending tiny pulses of pleasure through her stomach into her groin when she thought of his body close to hers. She felt aroused at the thought of holding his hot thick cock in her hands and his strongly thrusting member pushing into her moistly flowering vagina, and she hoped that she would be able to give herself to him without any of the complications of their previous lovemaking.

"That log should go for a good two hours," Bob said with a professional air, spreading himself out beside her on the blanket again.

"It's a lovely fire," she said, straightening out her legs and laying the palm of her hand across the bareness of his chest. "I wish we could lie in front of it here all night."

"I'm glad you're comfortable," Bob said, his voice almost a whisper. "I mean, I've wanted to hold you and kiss you all afternoon."

Gone now were the misgivings Jane had suffered earlier at the thought of Bob making love to her out in the open like this, and she returned his first gently nibbling kiss with a soft brush of her lips against his cheek. She could feel his breath deepening now, and she sensed a building urgency in his movements when he arched his towel-covered waist toward the barely covered curls of her vagina. Suddenly, she found her hands drawn irresistibly to the small of his back, and she pressed the bareness of her stomach tightly against him as he kissed her with mounting fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until she uncontrollably splurged her tongue into his mouth.

She pushed towards him and his hands commenced to explore her body, caressing the full swelling outline of her breasts above the bra. He pulled the light covering material of her bikini top away with a snap of his finger on the flimsy clasp and the quivering orbs of her breasts were caught in the sudden grasp of his hands. She felt the tingling points of her nipples spring up; then he sucked one gently while his hands prowled over the delicately curving arch of her ribs down to the smooth plain of her belly, brushing the soft nylon-covered pubic hair until she prickled between her legs, pushing between her panties and spraying the moistly parting lips of her vagina open as he pressed his mouth upon her own. She groaned against him, unable to contain herself as she writhed on his fingers.

"My darling… Bob," she whispered in growing passion.

He continued the movement of his fingers and hands coursing down the smoothly curving flesh of her full upper thighs. Suddenly, he pulled open the towel and tossed it from his waist and she heard him breathe deeply as the cool summer night air rushed over his completely exposed body. She felt a hard fleshy protuberance press enticingly against the small strip of cloth between her legs, and she wrenched back for an instant when the blunt pulsing head of his cock touched her bare inner thighs.

"Open your legs," he demanded, grinning excitedly down at her.

She jerked when his fingers thrust the tightly clasping band of her bikini panties below her writhing thighs, and he continued the pressure of his fingers of his other hand into the softly swelling lips of her cunt. Slowly she felt herself responding to the strength of that hand and the directness of his command. She inched one leg a tiny bit apart from the other and suddenly she felt a warm dampness seeping out from the glistening, hair-lined slit up between her lips. Her eyes flicked to his hands lying between her slightly spread thighs and she gazed down at the sweep of her long gradually rounding lower body, feeling momentarily aroused by the vision of her own young nakedness. Her whole body had taken on a kind of majestic sheen that was highlighted by the flickering glow of the campfire, and she marveled at the sight of the high-set round breasts that were placed closely together, leaving room for the narrowest valleys running between their magnificent firmness.

He too had caught this glimpse of lust-inciting nakedness, and the sight of her full voluptuous body prone before him brought him to a fever pitch of excitement. He felt the length of his cock pulse out, jerking expectantly as he ran his hands down her smoothly curving thighs, and he eased against her so that the hot bulbous head of his cock lay directly on top of her blonde, hair-covered little cuntal furrow. Then, almost instinctively, he began to move, thrusting one leg over her splayed out thigh. He ground his warmly pulsating hardness into the tiny pleasure center of her groin, feeling a quick rhythmic response as she arched her smoothly uplifting buttocks to receive the swollen head of his cock between her legs. Damn, she was warming up for him now, he thought, hoping that he would not lose control of himself as he had on other occasions. It was just that he got so Goddam excited, and could hardly keep himself from fucking into her as though he were some kind of mindless machine with no will of its own.