Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

"Don't try to brown-nose me," he snorted. "You're going to do what you want no matter what I say, aren't you? For God's sake, Dinah, I don't see why you want a job-especially working in Tomley's office. He's liable to chase you around the desk all day."

Even with his anger at a pretty high pitch, Fred felt himself responding automatically as his wife snaked her tongue teasingly in his ear, sending ripples of excitement through his body.

"Knock it off, damn it, you're trying to butter me up."

Fully aware of how he was responding, Dinah dropped her hand to his lap and let it rest on the hard bulge that was already swelling inside his trousers. In truth, she felt a little squeamish about taking the initiative and touching him there, but she felt she ought to do something a little extra to assuage his temper.

Only once before had she gotten him really angry with her, but once was enough. The incident took place about three weeks after they'd been married. All along, she'd been thinking that she had adjusted very well to the idea of sex, despite the fact that she'd been a virgin until their wedding night. During their honeymoon in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania he had gently penetrated her hymen and gradually showed her the pleasures of love without frightening her. For the most part she'd been willing to learn, enthusiastic about the new things which she'd only heard before and which now were actually happening to her.

Despite her willingness, though, she'd been shocked several times at some of the perverted things he suggested. To his credit, he had never pressed her until that certain night three weeks after they'd been married and had moved into an apartment on the University campus.

That evening he returned late carrying a gift-wrapped package which he presented to her with a smile on his face.

"Fred, what is it?" she asked, completely taken by surprise.

"Go ahead, open it. You'll see."

The minute she opened the box, however, her face fell. It was a lacy black nightgown so sheer it was practically invisible. She laughed at first, thinking it was some sort of joke gift, but when he pressed her to wear it that night, she realized he wasn't kidding at all. She grew angry, then tearful.

"How can you possibly want me to wear something like this? It looks like something a whore would wear."

"Oh for Pete's sake, Dinah, don't be such a puritan. Go ahead, try something different for a change."

"I won't, I refuse!" the outraged red-headed wife protested, hurling the garment back in the box and stomping off to the bedroom. As for Fred, he had simply slammed the door of the apartment and clattered down the stairs, not to return until very early in the morning with liquor on his breath.

All in all, it had been a disheartening experience for her, and she vowed not to anger him like that again. But still, what was she going to do-let him take over her life completely? She had to have some independence of her own. The very thought that he insisted on her wearing that nightgown still rankled her. It would have cheapened her for the rest of her life, she was sure of that.

From that time on, there had been little cause for them to quarrel-except now. Having tasted his anger, though, she was determined to avoid a head-on confrontation and go about things more diplomatically.

And so, setting aside her inhibition she continued to fondle his rapidly swelling penis beneath his pants as she perched on the arm of his chair. She could tell how much pleasure he was taking from her unexpected boldness just from the expression on his face. In response to her manipulations his organ was rising to fill her entire palm.

Suddenly, unable to stand her tantalizing caresses any longer, Fred pulled her down on top of him and crushed her body against his. She could see from the gleam in his eyes that he had already forgotten about her rebelliousness, in fact, forgotten about everything except the enticing closeness of her body.

"Come here, baby," he groaned playfully, his free hand reaching around in back of her legs and sliding slowly up the curve of her thigh.

"Ummmmh," Dinah moaned in his ear, jerking slightly from the intimate tickling sensation. She was extremely sensitive along the back of her upper thighs and Fred knew it. He was purposely teasing her, but still she could feel tiny goose bumps welling under his fingers.

Fred, for his part, grinned wickedly from his sitting position and continued to play his fingers over his wife's long naked legs, pushing his hand all the way up under her mini-skirt to brush his fingers over her vaginal mound, so tightly sheathed in her silken panties. Above him, the excited young red-headed wife was squirming with pleasure, and her full, sensuous lips were parted in anticipation. Screw the job, he thought to himself. If she wanted a job so damn badly, she could have it. It was her delectable body that counted now. As his outstretched middle finger nudged under the elastic legband of her panties, she squirmed as if to protest but didn't move away.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck you really nice," he breathed, his finger beginning to rub teasingly around the hairlined lips of her wildly throbbing vagina beneath her panties.

"Yes, yes, Fred," she moaned excitedly. "I want you too." Her eyes were closed tightly shut, her hips grinding down hungrily against his, and even his foul language did not put her off this time, as it often did before. She wondered where he'd learned to use it, and she knew that he must have had sex with other women before they were married. How else would he know all the things he did? She just hoped that none of them were dirty, or diseased, but no… he certainly wouldn't do anything like that.

She was glad in a way that he was responding to her bold overtures, for ever since they'd come to Bay Bridge, he seemed to be devoting all his concentration to his research and very little to her. She was afraid that even having been married a mere six months they were somehow drifting apart from each other in a subtle way, Fred being lured from her by his work toward the all-important PhD. Now in the evenings he was often too tired or busy with paper work to give her the attention she needed, and recently they'd been making love very little. This bothered her, not because she felt an overwhelming need to make love, but because Fred's ardor for her seemed to have diminished. Was familiarity breeding contempt, or at least boredom, she wondered?

To calm the fears that were troubling her, Dinah leaned forward and kissed her husband hard on the mouth. He responded by thrusting his tongue in between her lips and swirling it around the moist cavern of her mouth. Still, a nagging worry gripped her. For some reason his responses seemed almost automatic, as though she had just become a habit and could no longer truly excite him. Perhaps if she could act even bolder, try something new, she would awaken his affection for her.

Dinah darted her tongue deep between his lips, flicking the tip over his teeth and the roof of his mouth.

A second later Fred turned his head away and smiled at his wife. "Why don't you take off some of those clothes? It's getting hot in here."

She nodded silently, unable to reply as his hands glided around her thighs and cupped her panty-clad ass-cheeks. Slipping his fingers higher, he grasped the frilly elastic waistband and pulled down, gliding his fingers over her bare, smoothly curving belly.

Squirming against him, Dinah nibbled his ear, her hands gripping tightly at his shirt. Then with a teasing smile playing on her lips, she stepped back off the chair, crossed her arms and lifted her sweater off her shoulders, her rose-nippled breasts bursting forth into freedom. Quickly she unzipped her mini-skirt and stepped out of it. The red-haired bride could feel his impatience as she coyly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her half-rolled-down panties and completed the job, peeling them slowly down over her ripely rounded hips and thighs, letting them fall to her ankles and stepping out of them at last. Realizing the power of her nubile young body, she slowly slid her palms down over the curves of her hips, smiling invitingly at her husband. Then, wordlessly, she lay down on the thickly carpeted floor, tacitly inviting him with her devilish eyes to join her.