"Sucking your tits."
She whispered, "Don't be mean now, honey. Just fuck!"
Amazement flashed in his eyes. "Did you say what I thought you did?"
"Please!" she wailed. "Don't spoil it!"
"Sorry, baby. All the way this time, huh? Nothing barred?"
"Oh God, honey! Do I have to draw a picture?"
"No. Just wiggle that pussy a little harder, okay?" He grabbed her nipple again and began to chew it.
She levered her hips, grinding her pussy on the base of his cock and feeling the head thrust back and forth in her belly. Her hands fluttered. She caught Art's face between them and fingered his temples, rocking her head back and gazing at the ceiling.
"Honey! Ohhh, honey!" she exclaimed. Shudders of pleasure racked her body. "Whew…! Whew…! Mmmm, yesss!"
Art let go of her tit and grunted. "Hey, baby! I'm about to get off! You think you can cum?"
"Try me!" she forced the words past clenched teeth. "Oh, quick, honey!"
He arched, his neck on the chair back and his ass thrusting upward off the seat. She straightened her legs, extending them to the sides, and felt the hardness of his hip joints digging into the flesh of her inner thigh muscles. His fingers squeezed her waist while she clutched fiercely at his wrists.
"Ummmmh! Baby…! BABY!" She swayed with the pulse of her lust.
Art bucked under her, stabbing his rigid cockshaft up into her, uttered an explosive grunt and spewed jism into her. She flinched at the violence of her contractions and ground her teeth together. When her orgasm released its grip on her, she fell forward on her husband.
"Darling! Ooohm darling! I love you! I love you so much!"
He stroked her back tenderly and touched her forehead with his lips. "Yeah, I love you, too, sugar. I've got to say, you're some kind of pussy today! What's the story?"
She told him of the childhood she'd kept secret from him. She mentioned the bad feeling between her grandmother and her parents and of her own worship of the hard-bitten old lady. And she described in vivid detail the crucial day in the wilderness area.
"Grandma died when she found out I was pregnant," she said. "There was only one way I could make up for that."
"And that was turning into the sterile kind of bitch she figured a broad ought to be?"
"Yes. I wouldn't say it like that, but yes."
"You're not that icicle today! That's for damn sure!"
"No. Or ever again. I'm the other me."
"How come?" Art grinned and touched her lips with his fingertip. "Let me guess. Dr. Davis, maybe?"
"Ugh! Lecherous psycho! I'm never going there again!" She shuddered. "In a way it was him, though. He made me mad enough to start thinking. And Vanessa was there to think, too."
"Van. Yeah, she's got her feet on the ground."
"And her butt, with her legs spread, if a man looks interested!" Helen gasped, startled by her reaction.
Art pushed her away from his chest and stared at her. "Huh! What brought that on?"
"I saw. Art, I saw the way you took advantage when I was helpless that night. And she'd been waiting a long time! It was in her eyes!"
"Ohhh!" Art whistled. "Things moved too fast for you!"
"You two moved fast enough! If I'd been able to think, I'd have thought the two of you set me up so you could get together!"
"You mean that, don't you?"
Helen hesitated. For a moment she was aware of herself as if her consciousness were a third person. She felt the intimacy of her flesh with Art's and the emotional tension between them. And she had a weird sensation of clinging to him in some other dimension with slipping fingers.
"Art!" She heard the edge of panic in her own voice. "Honey! I'm sorry! I don't care about what you do with her! Just save enough for me!"
CHAPTER NINE
Art showered and dressed with no appearance of urgency. Helen slipped facial tissues inside the crotch of her panties and followed her husband, slouching against the cabinet in the bathroom while he was in the shower and perching on a chair with her arms around her knees while he was dressing. He chuckled when she followed him from the bedroom.
"You going to stay like that?" he asked.
"Do you mind? I'm going to take a douche in a minute, but I'm not going to dress."
"Man alive! Go douche, then!" He slapped her bottom. "And hurry!"
While she was in the bathroom, she heard the telephone. When she returned to the living room, Art was grinning.
"Hey! Guess what sugar! That was Van on the line!"
"Does she want me to call her back?" asked Helen.
Art shook his head, still grinning. "She wanted to tell you she and Barry were going to drop by. Be here in a few minutes."
"A few minutes!" Helen clutched at herself. "What for?"
Her husband shrugged. "Damned if I know. Just being friendly, near as I could tell." He glanced sideways at her. "Hell, maybe they figured they'd catch you alone and join you for fun and games. They didn't know I was taking the day off."
"Art! What a thing to say!"
He laughed. "I sure can't imagine why else Barry would be coming. Hell, he's got a job, too! You don't make sales sitting around home!"
She giggled. "Depends on what you're selling." And his earlier words came to her. "A few minutes, did you say!" She shrieked. "Honey! It was more than a few minutes ago when they called."
"Yeah."
"And you let me sit around here like this! Honestly, Art!"
"Barry's not about to criticize. And Van's understanding. Why not?"
Why not! Why not, for the today-Helen? she thought. Brrr! I wouldn't back away from that cock today! "I think you're mean," she told Art. "But I've got the guts to call your bluff – this time."
She thought his eyes widened a trifle; she was certain he wasn't laughing. She dropped to the couch beside him and snuggled.
"Good God! You're going to do it, aren't you!"
"I'll dress if you say so."
"Naw. Let it go." He put his arm around her and toyed with one of her nipples. "That reminds me!" he said suddenly. "I'm hungry!"
"I'll fix something for lunch!" She scrambled to her feet. "I'll get enough so they can eat with us if they have time."
"Good."
Before she had gotten to the kitchen, the doorbell rang. She heard voices and recognized Vanessa's. I can't do it! she realized with a sinking feeling. I know I can't! Not like this! She darted into the kitchen. An apron! That's what I need! She jerked open the apron drawer and held up one of her hostess models.
"Oh, no!" she cried aloud. The apron was a dainty, decorative bit of uselessness, and the notion of resorting to it abruptly drew on a streak of perverse humor. She giggled and tied the belt ribbon on. Heart-shaped, the lower panel had a narrow band of red trim and a wider lace ruffle. She raised the upper panel and buttoned its straps behind her neck. It was a second, smaller heart, each lobe lying against the underside of one of her breasts with its strap wide of her nipple. She had to giggle again.
"My-y-y God!" Vanessa's tone was a mixture of astonishment and awe. "Helen!"
Helen whirled. "Oh, dear God, Van! You scared me out of ten year's growth. I was afraid Barry was with you!"
"He's in with Art. But what are you doing dressed like that?"
"Art didn't change the other night, Van. You didn't really expect him to be that shocked, did you?"
Vanessa appeared to tense. "Well…"
"I wouldn't have expected it either, except I was high on screwdrivers. Anyhow, doing what I did convinced me how important he is to me." She paused and spread her hands, palms forward. "So I changed, instead."
"I can't believe it! Honey, you're not going out there in front of Barry like that, are you?"
"Why not? It didn't bother you the other night?"
"Damn it, that was night time! He's still got calls to make."
"Then how come he's over here in the middle of the day?"
Vanessa sniffed. "I didn't know that was a crime!"
"I didn't say it was. But neither one of you knew that Art was home today."