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An Enthusiastic Fucking
by Sterling
Chapter 8 of 11
"Thanks for the idea, honey, but... I don't feel like it tonight," Jon
said.
Alison withdrew her hand from between his legs and lay back on her side
of the bed.
"You're never interested any more!"
"That's not true -- we did it last month, remember?"
"Yeah, but I want it more. And you never initiate it."
Jon figured it was time to have this one out.
"For
years, you never once initiated sex with me. I would try, maybe every
week or two, when I thought you might be in the mood, and you always
said no."
"Not always."
"True, not always. Maybe every three months."
"It was more often than that!"
"No it wasn't."
"Yes it was."
"How often do you think it was?"
"Well, maybe every two months, at least."
"Either way, my point still stands."
"Which is what?"
"That
you were hardly ever interested and made me make all the moves, and now
you're all bent out of shape that I'm not interested so often and
you're the one getting rejected."
"It's the girls, right? Are you doing it so often you can't manage it
with me?"
"No, I could manage."
"Is it... never mind," she said, and turned away from him.
"Is it that they're sexier than you are?" he said quietly, stating what
he thought was her biggest fear.
She didn't say anything.
"No,
that's not the reason," he said. It wasn't quite true. They were for
the most part sexier than she was. But that wasn't why he wasn't doing
it to her. She was his wife, he loved her, and she had the hormones to
respond. Her vagina was hot and wet, and while she was way looser than
they were, she knew how to squeeze. She had orgasms.
He figured she could damned well ask if she wanted to know the reason.
She knew it too.
"OK, what's the reason," she managed.
He
hadn't thought about just how to put this into words. "When I make love
to a girl," he said, "my goal is to give her an enthusiastic and
zestful fucking." She knew that, of course. It was a meme of the new
society. "I can be myself, let myself be a man pretty much the way my
body wants. With you, it's all making sure everything's just perfect
for you, then being all delicate at the end while you stare off into
space because you're already satisfied."
"You know it's hard for me to come."
"Yeah, I know that. I used to suggest we get a vibrator to help out --
but it's not spiritual enough for you, or something."
"It doesn't feel right," she said huffily.
"Or
the other thing is, maybe we could just do it for me sometimes, when
you're not so interested. The girls never have orgasms. They like to
see me get happy, though. Would it be so horrible if you did that
sometimes?"
She fumed but didn't speak for a minute.
"OK, so now you know," he said, and turned away from her.
After a minute, she said, "So would you do it to me now if I didn't try
to have an orgasm?"
"Maybe," he said after a minute. "When I get over being mad at you."
After a few seconds she turned towards him and hugged his back.
"I... I love you, Jon," she said.
That was a step in the right direction.
"I
know I haven't been perfect, I guess. You know what the feminists
taught, though, that a woman's pleasure was just as important, that she
should never be blackmailed into it..."
"Yeah, I know," he said. "Fuck the feminists."
He
turned to face her. "What I mean is, why not have a little compromise?
Why not do it the man's way one time, the woman's the next. Why not use
a tool to help with sexual response? The feminists are in favor of
that."
After a significant pause, Alison pulled the covers back and took all
her clothes off, eyes a little moist.
Guardedly, Jon took his clothes off too. His erection appeared on
schedule, proving that he did find her sexy.
Alison lay back with legs spread wide.
Jon gave a weak smile, then his eyes flicked to the panel of the
dropped ceiling.
Alison
looked too, looked back at Jon, then got up and stood on the chair and
pushed the panel up. It was nice to see her naked ass and tits moving
around.
The panel didn't lift at first. "Not quite there -- more
at the edge," he said. As she felt on top of the other panel, he said,
"a little more towards the window."
"Aha," she said, and came down with the packet, studying it. "Say,
these are expired! Six months ago."
"Yeah,
I haven't gotten to replacing them. Maybe you could start doing that.
But just because they expire, condoms don't go bad. Not when they're
stored at a uniform temperature like that."
She looked at him doubtfully.
"When's your period due?"
She looked up at the ceiling, calculating. "Day after tomorrow."
"That's like a second method, right?"
She shrugged, apparently mollified. She lay back and spread her legs.
"Can you warm me up a little, at least?" she asked.
"Of
course," he said, gliding his fingers between her legs. He didn't want
a dry fuck any more than she did. He was an expert at warming up little
girls by now.
When he could tell she was lubricated, he said, "OK, now?"
"I guess," she said, checking with her own fingers that she was wet.
"You
know, I don't want to use a condom at all," he said. "Your period's due
in three days. If worst comes to worst, you're not dead-set against
abortion. Or we could even raise another baby."
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," she said, smiling a little.
"The girls never make me use condoms. Do you know how much better it
feels?"
"OK," she said, sighing.
As he raised himself up above her, she said, "What about the light?"
Usually they turned the light off by this point, if not before.
"Oh
yeah, the light," Jon said. He reached over and turned on another one.
"I want to see you. I want to see the woman I'm fucking," he said.
"Jon!"
"Well, that's what we're doing, right? You're a piece of ass."
Alison frowned.
"I
don't mean you're just a piece of ass. But you are a piece of ass at
the moment, among other things. I mean, you're my wife, but you also
have an ass, and at the moment that's one part of your being I'm very
interested in. Your ass. A piece of it," he said.
Alison looked shocked -- but also a little amused. "What if Cathy comes
in?"
"I
have fucked Cathy three times with zest and enthusiasm, and she is
regularly getting fucked by Mr. Johnson, as you well know. If Cathy
comes in, I plan to sternly tell her she should have knocked and tell
her to leave."
"I'm not sure I could relax totally."
"You don't have to relax totally. All you have to do is look up at me
and see how much fun I'm having fucking you."
"OK," she said with a sigh. She gamely added, "Well, fuck away!"
At that he grinned and moved on top of her.
With
a clear view of her fuckable female body, he zoomed in on the part that
was specifically fuckable, namely her pussy, and was thrilled to see as
well as feel his tip make contact with her feminine flesh and ooze
inward. It was way better than usual, because he could feel her wet
texture against him, instead of that vague wet and warm sensation he
got through a condom. Her shape was better too, because after she'd
been humping him for ten hours and had an orgasm, she was kind of limp
and loose.
He leered at her body. He smiled sheepishly when his
gaze met hers, but then he returned to leering at her boobs and hips
and her hairy crotch. She was the kind of female who could get
pregnant, and that had a special allure all its own that the girls
couldn't match.
He began pumping away. "You get an enthusiastic and zestful fucking,"
he said.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
Then he bent down and kissed her on the lips briefly.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she whispered.
He
then held himself up on his hands so he could see the woman's body
below, and he began fucking it. "Aaaahh, Alison," he said. He hadn't
looked down to feast his eyes on a full-grown woman he was fucking in
years. Many years. Just like with the girls, he let himself go with
grunting and, "You're such a good fuck, oh shit, man..." He paused to
say, "Squeeze me, please."
Alison squeezed.
Then he went
into his final approach, humping strongly, pubic mat mashed against
pubic mat. He felt his swelling tip bump gently against the deep end of
her vagina. He had some impulse to ream especially hard to feel that
bump, but decided not to push his luck. "Aaaahh, Alison, man, shit, I
love you, oh, you feel so great, oh, aaaahhh, shit,
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" he roared, very loud. He spurted his cum directly
into his wife's pussy, where he was going to leave it instead of
whisking it back out in a condom. That gave an extra tingle as he
spurted more shots out. "Aaaahhh!" he said, then pulled out and
collapsed onto his back beside her.
A small voice was heard outside the door, "Daddy, are you OK?"
"Yes,
honey," Jon answered. "I'm fine. I just fucked your mother and had an
especially wonderful time when I came. Go back to sleep. Thanks for
caring, Cathy."
"Jon!" Alison whispered, but then smiled.
They heard Cathy giggle as she retreated.
"So," he said, turning to face his well-fucked wife. "How was that?"
"I... Well, you did look awfully happy!"
"Good! I felt happy."
"But can we do it for me tomorrow night?"
Jon
felt just a little deflated, but took it in stride. "Sure -- wait, not
tomorrow, not the next day -- I have to administer therapy those days,"
he said deadpan. "I'm going to get you a Hitachi and then we'll go from
there."
"A Hitachi?"
"Top-of-the-line vibrator," he said.
"All right." She started to get up.
"Now,
Alison," he said as he turned away from her on the bed. "You turn out
the lights, stay naked, come back, spoon against my back, pull up the
covers, and tell me how much you love me."
She got through most of the checklist.
"I'm leaking," she said.
"Great,"
he said. "That's my sperm. It's a wonderful substance. You love it
because I love to shoot it into you and it creates new life, so you let
it ooze out and dry. You take a shower in the morning."
Alison sighed but hugged his back. "I love you," she said.
"I love you too," he said.
After
a moment, she added, "Yesterday I would have said you just acted like a
total asshole, but... I don't know, I'll think about it. I kind of see
your point. I barely felt any pleasure -- but it was the most exciting
sex we've had in years."
There! thought Jon. That was more like it.
"Just wait 'til you feel that Hitachi," he murmured, half asleep, "if
it's like they say."