Mmmmmm free porn video

Don't read this if you aren't legally entitled, morally equipped, or fully aware that the story is a fantasy invocation, descriptive of nothing, recommending nothing. Critical comment ofany kind sent to [email protected] is always welcome. Mmmmmm! by Vickie Tern i. She stiffened, then relaxed and said "Mmmmmm!" "Are you sure?" he asked her? "Of course I'm sure," she said. "It was fine. Very nice. It felt good. Now you take care of yourself, and then we'll get to sleep, shall we?" "All right!" he replied. He pushed his hips at hers a few more times and then felt his cock intensify and his whole body go rigid. A few spurts and it was over. "Ahhhhhh!" he sighed, whether in relief or regret he couldn't be sure. It was a low peak, but at least it had happened -- these days he never knew. And it was more like a stretch and yawn than the way it once was, a dam bursting and pouring sweet joy into every crevice of his body. And somehow it was also a loss. Of desire? He had very little desire these days, and he cherished whatever he could still feel. It never survived ejaculation. Kelly didn't seem to mind, but he did. "Mmmmmm!" she said again as she felt Nick throb, then turn slick and soft and almost immediately slip out of her. "That's nice, honey. I'm glad for you. Hand me a kleenex, would you?" He tried to kiss her but she turned her head away from him to snuggle into her pillow. So he reached instead for her nipple, to caress it good night. "No more tonight," she said. "OK? I have to work tomorrow. So do you!" Her eyes closed and she began breathing deeply. Nick moved his hand to rest on her hip, but she was already asleep and didn't notice. He took another kleenex for himself, blotted his limp dick, left it stuck there, and settled to sleep himself. It was a peculiar situation. Nick and Kelly had been married for five years. They were bonded originally by admiration but soon afterward by perverse antagonisms, the pleasure each one seemed to take in outsmarting, outwitting, and triumphing over the other. Their relationship consisted of sex and quarreling, both of them competitive and frenzied, ways to enjoy putting each other down. The sex expressed insatiable, furious cravings -- they'd claw and grasp and writhe and thrust at each other until their bodies became a single musky, entangled, exhausted union of flesh, perspiration, and smeared genital fluids. They each tried to use the other pitilessly. In fact they felt fully compatible only when clamped and sealed together with sweat, Nick's fat cock buried deep inside Kelly and unwilling to quit, swollen to fill her entire inner territory while her thighs gripped him tight around his waist, her ankles locked behind him, holding him captive. It was a kind of combat. Nick needed to feel he was encircling, crushing, possessing, exhausting her, reducing her to a whining rag at his feet too demoralized even to crawl away. And that was how he made love to her. Kelly was even more extravagant in her need to dominate. She wanted to squeeze every drop of semen from that swollen rod he'd put at risk inside her, until it had became a limp worm. "I'd love for you to cram your balls in there too so I could clamp them until they fell off!" she once told him. "Sometimes I wish you'd crawl into me altogether, so I could feel you kicking and wriggling and trying to breathe while I squeeze you into me deeper, till finally you drown in me and turn to muck and dissolve and become the slippery part of my pussy, feeling whatever I feel when there's a cock in me!" "Oh?" Nick had grunted. He was still catching his breath when she'd said that. But the notion stiffened his dick, still inside her recovering from the two-person orgy they'd put briefly on hold. She felt how the idea appealed to him, and smiled a little maliciously. "Yes," she said. "Then you'd be there all ready to help me welcome newcomers! All warm and wet, ready to suck on any other dicks I let enter me." She felt him lurch again inside her. Her eyes gleamed. Then she changed her line of attack. "Maybe the next time you cram that cock of yours into me I'll just squirm it off and squash it with my pussy muscles into a drippy, sticky jelly, and then I'll piss it away!" Now she could smile, feeling Nick fully roused. Such talk provoked in him a need to hammer her harder, more aggressively, mercilessly, and she knew it. She wanted to be hammered, and he could maintain the pace for hours once under way! Sometimes after the second or third cum it took Nick time to harden up and dive back in. Once when they'd been at it all night he suggested he use his mouth on her while they waited, so her pussy lips would stay plump and flushed and slippery the way he liked them. Kelly gave this idea due mock consideration. "My virile man lick me down there, be my darling femmy girl waggling her tongue inside her Dyke's slit? Your own fresh sperm's already in there right now, honey, you realize that? Mmmmmm? How many loads already? You want to suck cum out of my slit? You have a secret desire to taste and swallow sperm? Really? Well, I'll think about it." Then she'd growled intensely, "Find cock juice to suck somewhere else, if that's what you crave. There's plenty of it hanging inside every guy's pants, all over town! What I want from you now is solid meat clamped between my legs! Push some fingers in there and suck on one of my tits while we're waiting." And he'd done that until he was again thick and firm enough to re-enter her. Later, when her groin and thighs were smeared with thick semen and her own secretions, she'd taunted him with the idea. "Baby girl still want to lick cum out of Mommy?" she'd asked him. "Rinse out pretty mouth afterward with nice hot mommy pee, drink down every drop?" That had the effect she wanted. He'd gone red faced and angry, and slammed himself into her yet again! Unfortunately, when they weren't making love, if that's what their grappling could be called, that same urge to put down and dominate erupted into towering quarrels. They were passionate adversaries in everything. Both had stubborn, rigid temperaments. Neither one took correction gracefully. Once one of them declared an opinion the issue was decreed decided and compromise was unthinkable, a form of defeat -- there would be no backing away. They yielded each other nothing. This meant that many of their evenings were spent not in sex but in shouting, or in spiteful, simmering, resentful silences, in self-justifying recrimination punctuated by slammed doors. The issues were always trivial, nothing, mere pretexts for testing each other's strength and triumphing over each other's. Who ought to have cleared the table after dinner. Whether football was stupid. Whether Nick should demand a higher salary (Kelly thought not, he wasn't worth it). Whether Kelly really needed that bracelet she'd just ought herself (it was even uglier than her wrist). Where to vacation. Whether fried fish was better with lemon or vinegar. Pointless disagreements, easily negotiable if either had managed to muster good will. But instead they'd stand there toe to toe savaging each other, finding fault and resenting it, making nasty, spiteful remarks, shouting, scoring off each other, neither ego willing to quit! And now and then they'd throw things, barely restraining their fists. And now and then set malicious traps and tricks for each other, petty practical jokes like open the bottoms of toothpaste tubes, or bigger ones like empty the other's bank or credit card accounts and feign innocence. They lived to plot ways to get even for supposed injuries. Friends marveled that they stayed together, and concluded that perversely, they enjoyed their resentments. They needed each other. Mornings when they separated to go to work their rancor would dissipate, and often in the evening they'd feel remorseful, appreciative, generous in apology. They'd talk like any other affectionate couple. One would suggest that they kiss and make up, maybe sardonically but sincerely enough. So they would. The lovemaking that then followed was as ferocious as their quarreling, a sequence of teasing and mocking and badgering and pounding until both were exhausted. Then would come another flare up of temper. Then another reconciliation, followed by more feverish grasping and clinching and thrusting. The only truces occurred when one of them was out of town on business, Kelly for her law firm or Nick to promote some new product. When these trips lasted more than a week they actually missed each other. But neither ever said so. They'd never give each other the satisfaction, so they acted as if they resented their absences as much as their presences. They both claimed that they hated the arguments, but that was how it was! Someone suggested marriage counselling, but they couldn't agree on a counselor. Kelly tried to convert their rivalries into a game -- she suggested they join a BDSM Domination/Submission group, depersonalize their resentments, and punish each other in controlled scenarios. But Kelly insisted that Nick be the first to submit, and Nick of course couldn't ever. So there they were. Or there they'd been. Some months ago their quarreling had ebbed, lost much of its bite and energy, and now it had disappeared altogether. Their whole relationship was different. The two seemed finally to have settled in and become comfortable with each other. Tolerant, subdued, even forgiving. Nick couldn't understand it. They'd married too young and had finally matured? They'd finally learned the wisdom of compromise? Their love had turned selfless, no longer directed toward their own satisfactions? For whatever reason there were no more petty disagreements building to fury, no more rancorous rows, no more passionate shouting, no more explosions of temper. Kelly would bait him, or look at him insultingly, but he didn't care, so she'd lose interest. He'd grudgingly accommodate to her whims. Kelly actually began to sound concerned whenever he seemed dissatisfied. Which was less and less often. They began acting like a proper married couple whenever they went out. No more public bickering to embarrass their friends. Nick no longer came to work scratched and exhausted, so his associates eventually quit kidding him about tough nights, cat fights, about all being fair in love and war, and so on. Instead they merely inquired after Kelly's health. Her girlfriends stopped pitying her, no longer taking her aside to explain what that impossible husband of hers really deserved. The two of them turned considerate, even tender. But this new compatibility came at a terrible cost. As Nick's vindictive rages vanished and he became mild, accepting whatever her whims with equanimity, unsure of himself, so did the ferocity of his erotic desires. Soon he lost almost all desire to possess Kelly's body. And Kelly scarcely seemed to care. Their need to devour each other disappeared with their appetite. Nick felt uneasy this was happening, then apologetic, then ashamed, especially on certain awful but increasingly frequent nights when he proved too soft to penetrate her no matter how he fantasized or how long she pulled on his member to awaken it. He tried to blame her, to tell her that his passion was gone because hers had gone perfunctory. He knew she still cared, but not the same way. They both knew that when he'd first proposed marriage sardonically and she'd accepted sarcastically, they were masking their true feelings for each other. Now what were those true feelings? Just as he no longer wanted to slam himself into her and fuck her silly, she no longer felt compelled to wrap her legs around him and hump him stupid. A quick kiss was enough for both, when she remembered to put up her face. Sex became an occasional thing, something done and then done with, if Nick could manage it. Nick didn't like it and couldn't understand it, but that's how it was. The next morning, still remembering her "Mmmmmm!" to signify an orgasm of sorts, remembering how weak his pleasure when he'd cum into her, remembering how quickly she'd rolled over to sleep as he'd climbed off her, he decided to ignore his embarrassment and speak to her. He happened to be standing by their bed when she opened her eyes. She looked at him looking down at her and then away from her nervously. So she merely asked, "What?" "We need to talk." "So talk!" So Nick sat down on the bedside and told her as casually as he could that it was odd, worrisome, that even though he still had strong feelings for her, still wanted to be close to her, his craving for her had almost vanished. Along with formerly powerful feelings of all sorts. They both knew it. And it seemed to be that way with her too. Kelly listened closely and replied only "Mmmmmm!" "What does that mean?" he asked, exasperated. "We're both still young! We both feel bound together! I think you're more attractive than ever, even now, with your hair tangled across the pillow like that, even with no makeup. Especially now. You're more provocative than ever, lying there with your eyes half-closed and your mouth half-smiling! How can it be that we don't seem to excite each other any more?" "We don't quarrel any more either," was all she replied. "What's that got to do with it?" he asked her. "We don't make love the way we once did!" She closed her eyes a moment, then opened them. "Yes, we are still young," she replied slowly. "And yes, in many ways we're now closer, a better fit for each other I think. Or we're getting there. And I love you too, Nick. But as for sex, well, what did you expect would happen when the novelty finally wore off?" "It was more than novelty!" Nick said, raising his voice. He realized he'd just used the past tense, and that worried him. "I mean, it was how we expressed ourselves! Our exasperation yes but also our desire, our caring, both. Six months ago I could never get enough of you! I knew that eventually we'd quiet down some, get less frantic, less aggressive. Maybe more playful, more considerate, more sharing. Time enough for that when we got old, that was what I thought. But this isn't even that!" Kelly smiled to herself, then to Nick, and then tossed off her bed covers and stretched herself out naked on the bed like a cat, She always slept nude. Her arms reached high up behind her toward the head of the bed, her round breasts pulled up taut, and her body tense. She was all hills and curves dotted by pink-tipped nipples and a blonde furry bush. Looking up at Nick mischievously, she wriggled her hips ever so slightly. "This isn't something we still share?" "Oh yes!" Nick replied devoutly, staring almost worshipfully at his wife's beautiful body, her exposed quim. He swallowed. But he wasn't getting hard, and he didn't want to promise what he couldn't perform, so he only added, "You bet! You're as gorgeous as ever! But dammit, you don't seem to want me the way you once did. Maybe that's why I'm not turned on the way I once was?" That was unfair, and he knew it immediately. He didn't feel turned on anyhow. But she wasn't insulted. Not many months ago she'd have come down off the ceiling after hearing a remark like that, her fury burning into him for days afterward. That puny bastard, blaming her for his own obvious inadequacies! Outrageous! Yet now, Kelly merely stared, pleased about something he couldn't fathom. He immediately apologized, something he'd never have done a few months earlier. He explained that her voluptuous body now seemed something he could appreciate more with his eyes than with his own body. It seemed to be a warm, soft, beautiful sculpture, not something to lunge into and possess utterly. And that was the truth. He was about to confess tearfully his mortification that he couldn't lunge into her these days, not dependably, when she interrupted him. "I hear you," she said, her hands still stretching high overhead. She looked him over appraisingly. Then suddenly she lifted her heels and her rear up off the bed and spread her legs wide apart in the air like a gymnast. "Look here, Nick. Look at this! You see it? My sculpture? My work of art?" Her crotch was wide open to view, as fully exposed as her face. There was her pink slit, a tuft of pale hair veiling its puffed-out labia, thin folds of moist red inner membrane meandering across that deep, closed place Nick knew was the portal to her glory hole. Now he did start to get hard. She saw. "No time for that now," she said, satisfied. "We'll discuss all this some more tonight. We have to get up and get on our way now." She paused, considered a moment, then said casually, "But just kiss me, that'll be enough. On the lips." He leaned over to kiss her. "No, not up here," she said, her eyes watching him steadily. "Down there!" "Where?" She looked slightly impatient. "My pussy! Kiss my pussy, Nick! French-kiss it! There it is, wide open! Didn't you once say you wanted to?" "All right," Nick said, starting to feel elated. A go-ahead for muff diving, finally? She wasn't mocking him, calling him a lesbian faggot, as she'd done that other time he'd proposed it? Or earlier when they were still newlyweds and he'd wanted it all, eager to try everything with her, and Kelly had told him "No, Nick, I'm not dainty down there. It wouldn't feel right." Or still other times when she'd responded angrily, telling him to stop pestering her? Rejections that led as often as not to yet other bitter arguments? She'd never let him go down on her. Sixty-nine was not one of their many positions. In fact only once had she taken him into her mouth, and that was only when she was half-desperate to harden him after he'd cum three times and she was still unsatisfied. But even then she'd first sent him to take a shower. She'd made it obvious that she didn't care for oral sex in either of her openings, above or below. Until now. "That's how you can make love to me now, I think," she said dreamily. "That might arouse new feelings in us. I bet it would. Maybe our usual cravings have run their course, or yours have. You say you want me to turn you on, be more responsive? Well, maybe I should be taking more initiatives for both of us. Suppose for a while I decide how I want you, and I tell you what I want, and you satisfy yourself by satisfying me. That might get your juices flowing again. Shall we try that, baby? You do what I say you do?" Nick was surprised by the alacrity of his own reply. "If you say so, sure," he said. "Yes!" Anything was better than nothing! There in front of his face nestled between her strong ivory thighs, were those soft, moist, pink lips, kissable plump, fringed in gold. Heaven, at last! He'd have agreed to anything! "Then kiss me, honey. Right there!" He bent over and put his face between her legs and delicately touched his lips to the furry peak of her slit. Her clit was somewhere in there, he thought. Should he send his tongue in search of it? "I didn't feel that," she said. "You're too polite, Nick. I want to feel a really passionate smooch. Pretend you're a high school nerd dating the school's hottest cheerleader, and kissing her pussy is all she'll let you do. Pretend this is your one big chance to impress her!" "All right," Nick said. He fixed his eyes on those swollen folds of delicate flesh surrounded by thin curly hairs, his own dried semen still streaked and flecked across some of them. The rest of last night's spunk must still be inside her. "Even though you're not ...ah...dainty?" "You want out, lover? No? Well then, pretend you're a horny adolescent virgin and I'm the town whore and my cunt is dripping and stretched and sore from fucking guys all night and I think your smooth young mouth would feel soothing, so I ask you. You'd do it to get close to a real pussy, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? No matter how many much jism you sucked into your mouth each time you kissed me? You'd swallow it all and you'd wallow your face in my sloppy slit, wouldn't you, because I wanted you to? Well, I just told you that's what I want! Don't make me say it again!" She'd never used those words before, "cunt" and "fucking" -- it was always "vagina," and "make love"! At most, "pussy," which always reminded Nick of a cute, furry, feline thing. But her dirty talk was appropriate, he thought. Town whores don't make love, they fuck, and not with vaginas but cunts. And in a way, Kelly talking dirty was sort of a turn on. My wife the town slut, he thought. So Nick climbed onto the bed and straddled her torso facing her pussy, his balls falling between her breasts, and he bent down over her belly, and for the first time ever dipped his face deep between her legs. A strong whiff entered his nostrils, sweaty, fishy, musky, cheesy, pissy, salty, a hint of stale perfume, his sticky cum faintly pungent along with her own secretions. Kelly fancying herself a town slut overflowing with semen! Amusing! He licked tentatively at the fold hiding her clit, and the little nubbin came erect to meet his tongue. So he took it between his lips and licked it again. Her hips wriggled. Impatiently? He plunged down and buried his nose deep into her soft cleft, and then began swiping her whole slit up and down with his nose and tongue. "Ahhhhhh!" she said. For the first time in months Nick heard that sound from her. Her mouth was open, and she breathed in and out deeply through it. "More, baby! More of that!" He gave her more, and her hips rose to writhe with his head's movements along the whole of her crotch. "More!" she gasped, her voice tense. "Go further! Further back! Further in!" "Further" meant his nose would cross past her anus. Her rosebud. It did, gently. "Dammit, more! Push down, push that nose deep into my ass!" she cried out furiously! "Deep! Deep! Your tongue too! Lick me! Lick!" Nick was shocked as he leaned into his work. But it was still not enough! "Smooch my asshole, you bastard! Push! Face-fuck me!" He'd never heard anything like that from her before! Even in the days when they were both frenzied in the act of sex, all shrieks and whining outcries and heavy breathing, Kelly had never shouted like that! Now? She was now bucking high into his face, writhing, trying to seize his head with her legs and crush him into her womb, trying to fulfill some bizarre desire! "More!" she shrieked as if now utterly enraged, "Push into me, goddammit! SUCK MY FUCKING CUNT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" Shocked, he began now to wipe his whole face up and down her crotch, pressing himself hard into her. His tongue extended as far out as he could stretch it, stroking and poking into her pussy and side-swiping her labia while his nose and his lips and finally his tongue wiped her ass. Then his tongue penetrated her ass! Drinking, lapping, licking, probing! Her whole lower region quickly became soaked, dripping, and only some of it was saliva! When he reached her anus again he tensed his neck muscles to shove especially hard, and the tip of his nose also penetrated! Her ass cheeks hardened to hold it there. Buns of steel indeed! Her thighs suddenly managed to wrap themselves tight over his neck and squeeze his ears, clamping, squashing him even further into her moist crotch, cutting off all light and sound. Her slits and holes and membranes became his whole world, wet and velvet black and airless. His mouth filled with her. When he realized he couldn't breathe he shook his head back and forth to try to free himself, and her hips began to heave with his head. He realized vaguely that she was cumming. He couldn't hear a thing, clamped inside her as he was. He was suffocating. Drowning! But still he wriggled and shook and licked and thrust as best he could while still conscious. Finally, as he thought he was blacking out she eased off and opened her legs, and he could gasp air! "OH GOD!" he heard her say behind him in a hoarse voice. "Marvelous, Nickie! Marvelous! Oh! It's a wonder I have any voice left after that! God, that's what I've needed! That's what you'll do for me from now on! Even if it does wake up the whole neighborhood!" ii. Nick was still gasping, his wet cheek flat against her belly, his chest heaving. He'd been clamped in so tight he'd heard nothing! He turned and saw over his shoulder that she'd spoken into the air above her face. Her eyes were still shut. Well, this is something, anyhow, he was thinking. This is new! He rolled off her, and she looked over at him, "Yes!" she said. "It's been so long since we've had something like that, honey! I've missed it! That's what you'll do for me every time I want it! That'll make me horny for you again, my sweet Nickie! And satisfy me too! And you just said it, when I'm excited, you're excited! Didn't you just say that? Weren't you excited too, face-fucking me like that? Wasn't it great for you too? Your shoulders were really heaving and shuddering toward the end, I could barely hold on to your head with both my legs to keep you down! My darling hubby with that wonderful tongue, and those sweet lips kissing mine! That pretty, pretty mouth of yours pressed against my pussy! That's how girls make love you know! That's what I want you to do! Tell me you want to make love to me like that from now on, lover! Like a girl!" Odd, Nick thought. How girls make love? I suppose so. A little disconcerting. But her frenzy had indeed turned him on, somewhat, even though it had nearly asphyxiated him. And she seemed ecstatic! So he nodded, just barely. "Your cheeks and chin are so shiny now. Glistening, your whole face all covered with me! My juices. All mine! You're an extension of me now, of my pussy! You're like one of my private parts on loan now, aren't you!" She reveled in that thought. Nick couldn't object. He nodded again. "That's the first kind of sex I ever had, did you know that? Getting licked to orgasm. In high school we had a club, girls who liked doing it and girls who liked being done. And in college I had Janet. Janet loved doing that for me! You remember Janet, my roommate my first years in college, right up until the time we met?" Nick nodded, surprised. This was a confession! He remembered Janet. A tall, cool girl with long dark hair, dedicated to every social cause, always looking for something she could devote herself to completely. She'd quit in her third year to take up ... what, Peace Corps work was it? To educate Indians in Arizona somewhere? "You're my first man ever down there! My first darling man! I've never let another man do that! And you're the first person ever to push his nose into my asshole while kissing my pussy. You really wanted to, didn't you! I just loved it! Ooooh! It was wonderful, sweetheart!" She nodded, agreeing with herself. But Nick was still trying to absorb what she'd just said about her high school friends. And about Janet. They'd had sex together, Kelly and Janet? "You were...intimate like this -- you did this -- with friends? With Janet?" Kelly watched her husband and answered slowly, as if weighing each word. "Sometimes, yes. Sometimes it got this intense, Nickie baby. But more often it was delicate, tender, gentle. The way you'd expect girls to be with each other when they're being intimate! We'd do it that way mostly." "The way girls are when they're intimate?" Nick was entering a new world he'd never known existed. His wife's world. "Girls being sexually intimate?" Now Kelly was openly amused. "Awww, Nickie, you're shocked! Yes, of course girls! Do you think you're the first person I've ever allowed down there? Half the girls in my high school club licked me! Jan practically lived down there! Almost from when we first met. She loved tucking her face into my pussy, same as you do! She was so considerate when she was down there, so affectionate, always trying to please me, to make me feel good. And she always succeeded! Her lips always felt incredibly delicate at first, warm and wet and soft, and her tongue felt like a frightened fawn. But then as she lapped and licked and kissed me we'd get more passionate and she'd get more provocative and teasing and then sometimes she'd drive me out of my mind, until there was nothing I could do but writhe and twist and scream! Just like you just now! Like us! You're wonderful! Janet was like that! Janet loved doing that to me! She was absolutely devoted to me once her face was down there between my legs! You know? Of course you do. The way you felt just now! I could feel it! She was like you earlier too when we made love, sometimes. Fierce. But always to satisfy me, not for herself. Much more considerate." "Janet? She was? Like us before now too?" Nick didn't know what else to say. "Yes, we'd use a fat jelly dildo. God that felt good! Yes! We'd be the way you and I have been, crawling all over each other, animals in heat! You remember once I plastered myself against you and told you I wanted you to fuck me so hard your brains would melt and drain down into your balls, so when you squirted into me you'd be left empty-headed, mindless, a big blow-up fuck-doll? She'd fuck me like that sometimes! Without the squirting of course! But on and on, not quitting like you after maybe only three times at most!" Kelly smiled to herself, remembering. Nick said nothing. He felt excluded. "That's why I was so shameless with you when we first met. We did it that way too! You were easily as good as that dildo! Didn't you ever wonder why I got so frantic?" "I thought it was me," Nick said. "Janet had just moved out and I was living alone, eager to try all sorts of new things! I was starved for the feel of a real man's meat snugged up tight inside me. And then you came along, and yours was just what I needed! Janet was gone, time to try a man again! I wanted to get stuffed! And you were great!" Nick felt disturbed by this testimonial. It seemed insulting somehow. Yet he couldn't feel resentful. "I was as good as Janet's dildo?" Kelly ignored his question, if it was indeed a question. "That's why I never wanted your face down there licking me where Jan's face once was. You'd ask, and I'd say no. Because that was something private between me and Janet. Kissing my pussy was for girls only. Janet and then the others, that's who I wanted down there. Not you. Not until now!" "The others? Janet and other girls? Kelly, you never told me about ...!" "Of course other girls. You never asked," Kelly had a satisfied lilt in her voice. "Never about girls. There've been girls, honey." She smiled to herself and stretched again, luxuriously, her whole body tense, wriggling, but all the while her eyes never left his. "Like a lot of guys, you've always been insecure about my sexual experiences before you. The boys I once knew. You were always asking me how many boys I'd slept with, what did we do together, did they get me off, were they better hung, all those questions guys always ask. You never thought to ask me about girls. I guess in a way that was fair. After all, I've never asked you about your girls." She paused and smiled a wicked smile. "Or about your boys. Have I ever? No. But you've never quit asking me. I bet you're still jealous of them! Even after five years of marriage!" She smiled a superior smile and added, "You wait, lover. I'm going to cure you of that insecurity once and for all. Just you wait!" Nick couldn't tell if that was a threat or reassurance. She looked at him speculatively, deciding what to say next. He looked back at her, curious. This was a new Kelly speaking. A take-charge, calm, decisive Kelly he'd seen deal with emergencies when he'd stopped by her office, but had never before seen at home. Not even during their worst battles, nor during the tense silences that followed them. Kelly had a lesbian past? No, a bisexual past, she was no lesbian, she loved cock! He felt a tinge of unease. Shouldn't he be feeling resentful? Kelly sounded so relaxed, even matter-of-fact! Comfortably self-assured, as if her authority were now unchallengeable, so there was no need for her to conceal anything. Confident that he wouldn't get mad. Underneath, Nick sensed, she was very much in control. Odd. She seemed to feel she could say anything and he'd remain hers. It wasn't accidental that she was telling him about Janet only now, and hadn't ever earlier. He'd just kissed her pussy for the first time. When he went down on her, did their relationship change in some subtle way? Did her view of him change? Nick sensed he was on her turf in this conversation. So he said nothing. She continued. "You've always asked me about boys, Nickie baby, but you never asked me about any of my girls. There have always been girls doing girl things like the things you just did. I do adore feeling cherished down there." She paused. Nick questioned his ears. Had his wife just hinted that she's been having sex with others since their marriage? With girls? Been unfaithful to him, with girls? But is it infidelity if it's with girls? Women hug each other all the time. Maybe they do more, sometimes, in all innocence? Like lick each other out? Had he been sharing Kelly with her friends all these years, without knowing it? Kelly continued to reminisce, as if she hadn't told Nick anything that mattered. "I think I seduced Jan into loving me with her face the very first week we were roommates. There's no doubt she loved it. For the next two years, whenever we felt hot she'd spend night after night down there eating me out! All night! Maybe fuck me first with that dildo to raise a little excitement and scent, but then sleep and kiss and sleep and lick! My mound was her favorite pillow. Sometimes she'd sleep there for weeks at a time!" Nick tried to imagine it. Kelly sleeping, propped up among piles of pillows the way she still did sometimes, Janet dozing between Kelly's legs. Kelly's hand resting protectively on Janet's head, or stroking her, coaxing her to do more. Janet waking to do more. Was this his future? "And you loved it too just now, didn't you baby, bringing me off with your mouth and your whole face. You really put your heart into it! Didn't you?" She grinned openly! "Your nose, too! My cunt licking, ass kissing, brown-nosed husband! I was right! I knew you'd love it once there wasn't much else you could do!" Knew it? Knew what? When? Just now? He knew his face was still slick, his ears crusted, his chin dripping with her juices. Did he really have a brown nose? It could be, he'd really pushed into her asshole as deep as he could get, especially after she'd urged it, cursed him for not trying hard enough. Had he succeeded? How far in had he gone? He twisted up and started to roll off the bed to check in the mirror. His shoulders sloped his face toward Kelly's for a moment as he tried to stand up. She mistook his intentions and leaned away. "No, Nick, don't try to kiss my face," she said. "Not like that! Your face isn't ... ahhh ... delicate right now, honey. From now on down there's where you can kiss me any time you want to. My mound, my slit, my ass, anywhere down there. But not my face from now on. Not now that you've been down there. All you want below, and whenever I want it too. You get home from work and want to kiss me 'hello,' that's where. Just drop to your knees and snuggle up to my mound and plant a big buss right there! You'll love it and I'll love it! All right?" What could he say? She was waiting. He had to say something. "If you say," Nick responded curtly. He'd deal with it later. He felt a twinge of resentment, as in the old days. Old? A few months ago, old? But it passed. Very strange. She'd just opened a part of herself she'd always kept closed, he realized, even during their most randy, impassioned times together. She just confided things she'd kept to herself even during their stormiest arguments. She could have thrown this relationship with Janet at him spitefully at any time, yet she never had! He still didn't understand. Why that sly hint that girls might still be browsing between her legs? She'd been seeking out sex with other girls since high school, and still did? Even now? Regretting nothing? Maybe she preferred women? Maybe he was an exception in her sex life? Her pre-heated dildo? No, he thought further. She loved straight sex with a man, there was no doubt about that, the kind that finishes with cum pouring out of her and claw marks and bruises all over both of them! She craved it! Now during this odd time when he wasn't able to deliver, she was revisiting her good old days, that was all. Returning to whatever she'd had with Janet. His kissing her below the waist had opened up all those memories. And now she wanted him to kiss her there exclusively. Would that satisfy her? Well, was there anything much else he could do to satisfy her these days? Penetrating her with his prick was touch and go at best. "All right," he said. "If that's what you want." "Good!" she said. "You're a doll, and I love you! But we're both really late now. I better phone and get some appointments rescheduled. You use the shower first." An hour later they'd breakfasted, and as he tied his tie Nick was feeling more like his old self. Where they'd been this morning was disorienting, but it was a lot better than anywhere else they'd been lately. His self-confidence had re-emerged. Wherever his fervor for frenzied sex had gone, he could still satisfy her. He could still provide his wife with what she wanted, and he wanted to provide it! He was her husband! He had strong feelings for her! But where else might this lead? What did it imply for their future? What else was there he didn't know? He glanced into his wall mirror over to where she was seated at her vanity with her back to him, applying lipstick and critically examining her eye shadow in her own mirror. His mirror revealed hers across the room. As she wiped her eyelid with a teeny sponge, he saw that she was also looking at him. Each was looking at a mirror reflection of the other. Surface appearances, he thought vaguely. Merely. She's beautiful, he thought, but there's so much underneath I haven't known about! Her reflected gaze steadily meeting his, she raised one thin eyebrow as if inquiring what was on his mind. As casually as he could he tried to probe further into the morning's startling revelations. "I've been wondering, Kelly honey. You mentioned the girls in your ... past. And you're right, I never asked, it never occurred to me there might be girls. Do you still feel you want ... I mean, have there been any ... since we ... since Janet, I mean?" He didn't want to know, but he had to ask. "You mean since we got married?" She was a little amused at his embarrassed indirection. He'd gotten her hint, and was feeling unstable, just as she wanted. "Honey, that's very personal, that kind of intimacy. Now that you've gone down on me, I can't allow anyone else to put her face down there, can I? Not any more! To answer your question, there was Janet and now there's you. Any others don't matter! Janet was my first really serious pussy lover, and now you're my really serious pussy lover. I've always hoped that some day you'd want to replace Janet, that when all our quarreling and shouting stopped -- if it ever did -- you'd maybe feel as devoted to me as Janet did, maybe even the same way. So now that we're finally less ... argumentative I want us to have what Janet and I had. And it turns out you're perfect for me down there, doing that! After this morning I mean to have you down there often!" She'd complimented him and reassured him, he supposed, but his feelings were still tangled. He felt resentful, and irrationally, he felt jealous of Janet, retroactively. And even more frustrated that he couldn't now satisfy Kelly as he'd once done, vigorously, with his prick, like a man. Her pleasure in pussy worship was something he'd known nothing about. And, he noticed, she hadn't really answered his question. She was teasing him? Hiding part of her sex life from him? Her mirrored face was still looking directly at him as she applied her lipstick with a few deft strokes. "You mean now you want me to replace Janet?" He didn't know if he was teasing or insulting her when he added in what he hoped was a light tone, "You want me to be like one of your old lesbian crowd, sucking each other's pussies?" Kelly's face tightened. "That's crude, Nick. But you're halfway correct. I don't suck pussy myself, and even if I did you don't have one, remember?" She repeated the word sharply! "Remember? Is it that hard these days for you to remember how you're equipped? So I'd be out of luck! But to employ your own vulgar idiom, yes. That's how you should think of it! When we make love from now on I do want you to be more like Janet. Someone who sucks my pussy. Someone who feels privileged to suck my pussy! Eager to suck my pussy. A girl who feels grateful because I'm willing to let her suck my pussy!" She was working herself up, just as in the old days. Nick couldn't match it now, and he realized he had better deflect her anger fast. He brushed his hair back and into the ponytail he'd taken to wearing -- it was really long, he should get it cut -- and turned to face her. She was blotting the last of her makeup and looking about for her purse, getting ready to stand and leave. "Honey," he said gently. "I'm sorry. But I lack the crucial qualification." "You mean the ability to satisfy me as a man? You bet you do, Nick!" Now she was looking directly at him. Her eyes stabbed and her face now seemed flushed even under her make-up. She really was angry! "No!" Nick flinched, then continued hastily. His indirection had gone awry, turned into an insult. He'd better be quite clear. "I mean, if you want me to be a girl who sucks your pussy I lack the crucial qualification. I'm not a girl." "Mmmmmm!" she replied. She considered this statement for a moment. Then she looked straight at Nick, and he was glad to see she looked amused now, not angry. "That's not the crucial qualification, sweetheart! You proved that this morning. As for the rest, we'll see. It's getting late. We both need to get to work." "Can I ask you one more question, baby." She was now standing purse in hand, poised to leave for her office in her little Escort. The Lexus was Nick's they'd agreed last year after a fierce quarrel. He had to drive clients around town to different sites, and had persuaded her that they needed to be impressed. She was a lawyer who only needed transportation to her office downtown, and it didn't hurt that if they ever saw it, the Escort reassured her clients that she wasn't making big bucks off them, even when she was doing just that. To clinch the agreement about which car each would drive, he'd offered as a bonus that he'd be charming at all times with all of her friends, even those he detested who felt the same way about him. And that she could be the sole judge whether he was performing as promised. It had cost him. Her friends didn't like him. He'd been as sarcastic with them as he'd been in their presence with Kelly. So in return they were barely civil with him. Yet after she agreed to take the little car, he'd kept his word. No matter how insulting or barbed their comments, he'd been the soul of conviviality with them and she'd never had reason to complain. Not that anyone was taken in by it. They all knew the reason and they all were impressed by his small-mindedness and his hypocrisy, that was all. God! Nick thought now, looking at her. She's stunning! Kelly really was a knockout in her tight gray business suit, the one with the short skirt, with a ruffled white lace collar at her throat! Her face was just lovely, her wide cheekbones tinted with blush, her huge eyes, her plump red mouth and cute little chin. Her war paint she called it, and the innocent beauty she projected had fooled more than one opposing attorney into underestimating her! She was perfect! Nick suddenly felt so proud of her! And a surge of pride in himself too. He was proud to be her husband, proud he'd once somehow persuaded this fantastic woman to marry him! Proud that despite his ... deficiency he'd just managed to satisfy her sexually anyhow! That even under these difficult circumstances she was still his wife. This was a new feeling for him, he realized. It was real affection. What he'd thought was affection earlier had been grudging respect for a worthy antagonist. This felt warmer. His heart warmed to it. "One more question?" she repeated. 'I know what you want to ask, Nickie," Kelly said. Her voice was now kindly. "You're all edgy now with this new turn our marriage has taken. You've been feeling uncertain about yourself, and with good reason! And now you're uncertain about me too, about my past, what I've done, what I do, what I want. But can't it wait till tonight? We really don't have time now." Nick had to ask. "Just this one question, Kelly. You've mentioned girls, and ... after Janet and all ... I understand how you feel about that ... kind of thing. I'll be glad to ... help out. It's marvelous that we've found this new thing. But you've turned me upside down! I don't know what to think any more. I can't help wondering about other ... things. Other intimacies." He smiled wryly. "I mean, you say you've been with girls, before our marriage and maybe even since. Have there been ... other kinds of ...? I mean, have you thought about boys too? Been with ...? I mean, suddenly I find I'm married to a woman of mystery!" Kelly stood by patiently while Nick floundered. She seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. "I guess you are," she said when he'd finished. "We'll talk tonight, baby. I want to put a very important proposition to you tonight. But quickly, yes, it is marvelous we've found this new thing, and yes I mean to turn you upside down. As for your question about boys, I've pretty much told you about all those I went with before we got married. But since you seem to need reassurance I'll address your fears about boys right now. Have I thought about having sex with boys since our marriage? Yes, of course I have. Every time we quarreled, and I was furious with you and wondering how to get even. Have I ever done anything about it? Well, the answer is no, not with boys. Any other questions?" Nick had none. He was sorry he'd asked. She was right. He shouldn't have asked. Not with so little time, not now. "Then kiss me goodbye, and I'm off! No, you remember how from now on, don't you?" She just stood there. Feeling a little foolish, play-acting, really, Nick dropped to his knees in front of his wife, leaned forward, and kissed her mound through her tight gray skirt. She patted his head affectionately. "That's my sweet girl," she said. "Oh, I'll take the Lexus today. You won't need it any more. Use the Escort." He glanced up. Her eyes were half closed. She seemed unaware that she'd just called him a girl. He decided to ignore it. But what did she say about the Lexus? All through that day he couldn't forget her 'Not with boys.' What did that mean? She'd been having sex with girls but not with boys? Then it occurred to him, with men but not with boys? My God! Should he have asked her outright if she'd been unfaithful to him? How could he do that? Finally he decided she was being literal minded, an old lawyer's trick. 'Not with boys' but she had been having sex with her husband, with Nick, who was a man. And that was all it meant. She was deliberately provoking him, as so often. Yes, of course. Was that why she asked for the Lexus? To provoke him further? No, she hadn't asked, she'd declared for it. To assert a new superiority? No matter. Probably it was to impress a special client she'd be meeting. That settled, Nick turned to his day's work concentratedly, speaking to nobody, though all the while an edge of insecurity persisted. No one came in to speak to him. That was odd, usually his day was filled with all sorts of consultations. He nodded to his secretary as he left for the day. "See you tomorrow," he said. She just stared back at him. That was also odd. It was Nick's turn to bring home dinner that night. To celebrate their rediscovered eroticism -- hers anyhow -- he ordered it delivered from Les Halles, the best restaurant in town, with two superb wines. When they were seated and their gourmet feast was set before them and the delivery waiter had bowed yet again and left, and their first bottle of wine was empty, and they both felt relaxed, Nick opened the second bottle and told Kelly how disturbed he'd been by what she'd said about not having sex with boys, implying maybe that she'd had sex with men, until he'd realized what she'd actually meant, that she'd had sex with him. And he was a man. "Mmmmmm," she replied, chewing a small slice of a Chateaubriand, bleu, in her perfect mouth. Then silence. She sliced another sliver. Then casually, as she watched her fork stab it, she said, "Yes. I meant that too, you're right. Have you thought about the other thing I said? How I want you to be my new Janet when we're making love? How utterly perfect it would be if you'd agree to become my new girl?" She'd been serious? That wasn't a slip of the tongue? "You mean for me to have oral sex with you from now on, yes, I'd love to. Of course." Kelly stopped chewing and just looked at Nick. "No, understand me, sweetheart. Maybe you don't understand. I don't know how to say this, so I'll be direct. When you kiss me down there, I can't think of you as a man. Not when you're doing it, and now that you've done it, never again. Not any more. Not ever. Because it isn't manly. After Janet, after all the girls who've ... appreciated me down there, I can't help but think that licking my clit and tongue-fucking my cunt is for girls. It's what girls do. It's feminine. It's how girls honor each other, their own distinctive sex, their own femininity. Because only another girl can know how it feels!" Then she repeated it slowly. "Now that you've kissed and licked my cunt, I can't ever think of you as a man again! It just doesn't seem manly, Nick, for you to put your face down there! Not to me! It never has. That's not how I want a man to make love to me! That's not how I want a man to come at me when he's aroused! You know what it is I like in a man! A cock so stiff and swollen that it's frightening. I want to feel hot blood throbbing in it, every last heartbeat! When push comes to shove I want a man who's trying to take possession of me with it, who thinks that he's staking a claim on my body by planting his sperm deep inside me. Anointing his territory, as it were. Doing what you used to do, thinking what you've certainly thought! And all the while I'm fighting back. Because I know that when he's in me I've got him surrounded and imprisoned, that I'm clamped down on him, that his cock is mine by right of conquest and I've got him by the balls! That's what I want my bed to be when I'm with a man! A battlefield." She paused, obviously looking for the most tactful way to continue. "That's what we've had, Nick. You've been like that. But you said it yourself, you just aren't aroused like that any more. Those days are over. Most days you aren't aroused at all, are you? Well, for every loss there should be a gain. The question is, what do we do about it?" Kelly took a deep breath, and then decided to lay it on the line. iii. "Well, I've decided. Here's what we do. You quit trying to be a man. You're useless that way. Give it a rest and go with what we've got! Right now we're both of us sexually unsatisfied. You think it's because I'm not turned on, so you're not turned on, and so on. And maybe I think I'm not turned on because you're not! So our marriage is in real trouble despite how we feel about each other! Agreed so far?" Nick's heart was sinking, he didn't know why. He nodded. "How long do you think we can go on like this? We're both of us still young and healthy! We both have always loved sex, ferocious, knock-down, drag-out, no-holds-barred sex! It was great sex that held us together through the worst of our quarreling, wasn't it? But what holds us together now? Listen to how you torture yourself, do I have other girlfriends or boyfriends! Have I had other girlfriends or boyfriends! What a confession of inadequacy, that you need to ask! Think of the stresses on our marriage if I were to suspect the same of you! That you've had other girlfriends or boyfriends? Suppose I were to decide that you aren't performing for me because you're fucking someone else, say, some hot young secretary, or you're butt-fucking some hunky muscle man! Or some guy has a thick dick deep in your rear. What might I do then?" Nick was silent. She saw his expression and reached over to cover his hand with hers. "Oh, sweetheart, I don't think any such thing! And I don't want our marriage to end any more than you do! But it will! And this morning we found a way to keep it alive! How you can still turn me on after all! And because of that, maybe yourself too! You saw!" Nick tried to look hopeful, not mournful. Nor defensive, though he sensed that what she was about to say would not be welcome. Kelly could see that. She put down her knife and fork and stood up, and paused by her chair for a moment, just looking at Nick thoughtfully. For a fleeting moment Nick feared that she was actually giving up on him, then and there, that she was about to turn her back and walk out of the room, out of his life altogether. There had been times when he'd hated her and he'd wished it. Or considered walking out himself. But now, with this peculiar sense of inadequacy hanging over him, he felt a sudden deep pang of loss. She didn't turn and walk out. She came over and stood next to him, then with a sudden twist of her hips she sat down in his lap, and draped both arms across his shoulders. She leaned back to look down at him. He looked back up at her, oddly, wistfully grateful. The swellings of her breasts under her suit jacket filled most of his field of vision. He saw around her neck a thin gold chain he'd given her a year ago and once had almost torn off her neck with a clenched fist, enraged. "Sweetheart, we're past our tempestuous times. Let's face it! Those arguments were terrible, and I couldn't stand one more of them. The lovemaking was great, and maybe it'll come back some day, one way or another. But maybe we've entered a new phase, and we need to accept that as a fact! So we need something else! We need to move on with what we've got! I'll tell you what I want, and then when I'm done you tell me whether you love me enough to give it to me. OK?" She leaned forward and kissed Nick lightly on his lips, and kept her face close. And then spoke slowly. "Here's what I want. If my husband can't be a male animal in bed with me, then I want him to be my sweet Janet in bed with me. My roommate. My soul mate. You're the lovely man who replaced Janet in my heart way back. And if you're not exactly a man now, you're still lovely. So you can try to be a little more like Janet! Someone devoted to pleasing me. I want to feel your affection the way any girl can feel any other's. The way I felt Janet's. I want you to make love to me down there the way she did, the way you did it this morning, sweetheart! Maybe even also use love-toys too, dildos, the kind Janet sometimes pushed into me and I'd push into her now and then. The kinds women use when one of them wants to feel deeply penetrated, possessed, loved. Or both want it." She kissed him again, more passionately, as if aroused by the memory. "I still have that wonderful jelly dildo around here somewhere, its bigger than you at your biggest. You can certainly use it to do the job on me now that your penis is undependable. I loved it! And you know something else, lover? Maybe you'd love it too! You really should know how it feels to have something that gorgeous moving inside you, stretching you even while you clench down on it and squeeze it tight. How it feels to want one in you, to miss it the way I miss it sometimes. You have no way of knowing now, do you?" Nick saw that her eyes were hooded, her expression distant, that she seemed lost in a fevered reminiscence. Yet, he saw, the whole time she spoke she never stopped watching him. "No, I guess not," he said, trying to sound helpful. This conversation was turning kinky! "This morning when you were down there between my legs I closed my eyes and imagined you were Janet. And my orgasms rose to unbearable intensity! They just piled on, one after another! Because you're better than Janet! I've never been so close to heaven. As Janet you're perfect!" Nick was now wondering if Kelly had gone off some deep end. True, their sex often seemed an insane frenzy. Once launched into an erotic storm they'd toss and heave, more than willing to do anything, try anything with each other, nearly. Especially once Kelly passed beyond restraint and became insatiable, and his own desire for her blazed. Though not recently. He knew it really wasn't her fault. His own zest, lust, his desire for her, they just weren't there any more. For months their lovemaking had been slack as he'd grown increasingly incapable. He'd disappointed her repeatedly. He knew that she tried nowadays not to impute blame, not to find fault with him. Even now she was struggling not to hurt his feelings. Could that be why they no longer argued so furiously with each other? Because she knew he was already feeling unsure of himself, inadequate, and she didn't want to make matters worse? Even now, he realized, she was trying to raise his morale by suggesting they relate in a new way, do something he could still perform. "Sweetheart," she said, wriggling on his lap and staring into his eyes. "Listen! I want to be able to look down and see my very own lover down there sweetly and delicately licking my clit! I want that lover between my legs to be no one but you! Only you!" Nick heard what she was saying. It was a new pledge of devotion, of fidelity. But not of a kind that gave him peace of mind. He looked up at her, and she looked down at him. She saw he'd heard her. So she continued now, more confident. "From now on, Nick, when you're being my husband, I want you to be my girlfriend. My girlfriend! I've been imagining it all day, lover! That's what I want! I don't need an unfit man, I want a devoted woman! I want to see your eyes beautifully shadowed, looking up lovingly at me from under huge lashes, from between my legs, while your dark red lips nibble my clit. I want to feel your grace and delicacy and tenderness kissing and caressing and licking my most intimate, private places. A woman's grace and tenderness. I want you to learn to love to do it! I want to know that my lover is feeling what I feel. Feminine feelings!" Nick didn't quite understand, and he certainly didn't know what to say. She was far gone! Wasn't she? "That's quite a speech," he said finally. "I didn't know that's what you wanted." Then he decided to assert himself. "Kelly, I'm a man!" he said. His voice sounded a little uncertain. "Not really. Not lately!" she said gently, unshaken by the news. She leaned forward and lightly kissed his cheek. Then held his head immobile between her two hands. "Listen. We've been obsessed with a different kind of lovemaking. While it lasted. Great sex. Sex between a man and a woman across the gender barrier. There's always something desperate about that kind of sex, isn't there. Something incomplete and yearning! And also something dominating and resentful and challenging and competitive, isn't there that too? Something threatening, even? We've both felt it. Maybe that's why we've had to struggle to reach each other, because our gender differences have held us apart. But sex between women is different. Women instinctively feel each other's pleasures and sorrows and nurture each other's joys. We share ourselves with each other! Wasn't this morning's sex the best we've had in months?" "Yes." Nick decided not to point out that whatever Kelly needed, another Janet maybe, he had been a nearly-asphyxiated Nick. Nor did he remind her that during that landmark morning lovemaking he hadn't even gotten off. Kelly kissed Nick again, then slipped off his lap and strolled slowly, casually back to her own side of the dinner table, her rounded rear toward him and her hips undulating, it seemed, almost triumphantly. She sat down square in her own chair. And Nick realized that for Kelly it was no longer a dining room chair but an executive desk chair. She placed both her palms flat down in front of her, and she looked across at Nick, round-eyed, her little mouth a pursed rosebud. She seemed like a child about to speak with great earnestness about something monumental! "Then that's the kind of sex we'll have from now on, Nick! I can't expect that your old energies will ever return. So make no mistake, you'll need to go all the way to provide me with what I need. No limits! We've always known what we wanted from each other. Well, now that you're the way you are, I'm telling you flatly what I want! Since you aren't the man you were, I want you to be the woman I once had between my legs. You heard me! I want you to eat me the way Janet did. And as often. I don't care if you eat me out of devotion or lust or enthusiasm or groveling servitude, because you want to submit yourself to me or because I want you to submit. Any of those reasons are good enough for me. But it has to be all out! Nothing held back! Like the lovemaking we've always had in the past!" "Kelly, I've always wanted to eat you, as you so delicately put it," Nick said. "I've proposed it. But you ...." She didn't seem to be listening. Her voice grew more determined, steely. More like her voice that morning when she'd first ordered Nick to bow down and taste the power of her pussy. "Only a woman can eat me! You're no longer the man I married. You ate me this morning! If you can't be the woman I lived with before we got married, if you aren't willing to take care of my needs, then I see no reason to stay married. It's over. There's no other way we can survive together as a couple. It would be an act of kindness for me to end it now, tonight, while we still care for each other despite everything." Our marriage ended?! Nick was stunned! Astonished! He just sat there. He could still feel where her soft rump had pressed down on his lap, he felt her presence there even though she wasn't there any longer. Nor perhaps would be ever again. He tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't! "I'm waiting to hear that you agree with me, Nickie. That you're willing to be my new girlfriend Janet. In every way. That you want to be my girlfriend. I want you to say it." Kelly took a deep breath. It crossed her mind that she might well be pushing him too hard, that despite his recent apologetic pliancy he mi