Liz is awakened
written by:
JenniGee

Harry turned on to his side, punching his pillow, knowing that sleep wouldn't come soon. Yes, it was late. Yes, he had just had sex. But what the fuck was wrong? Was it him? Was it her?

Okay, Liz never was what he had considered passionate. But then, when they were single and living separately, every chance of sex pleased him. When he thought about it sex with Liz never satiated his needs. Too often he just went home and masturbated over some porn or other.

But after they married.. . not even their first night, in a hotel, after a great meal and plenty of booze, Liz acted shy and didn't want to strip for him. She said that she felt more comfortable in a nightdress. No matter what foreplay he tried, she remained stiff and unresponsive. He had asked what was wrong, she had said that there was nothing wrong but urged him to 'just do it'.

Sometimes, during sex Harry had thought that she had relaxed and was really getting into it. She moaned and panted in all the right places but he knew when he touched her that she hadn't fully lubricated and had to almost force her to let him kiss her pussy in order that she wouldn't find sex too painful.

In the next two years they had sex. No passion, no love just mechanical sex which satisfied neither of them. Unlike his mates who discussed ad-nauseum how good their wives were. Wives, none of whom could match Liz's beauty, all around the same age as Liz. Wives who, even in the company of their husbands, would flirt outrageously with Harry. He would look in Liz's direction when this happened but she seemed unmoved, she continued to converse with whatever group she had attracted. Yes, she flirted with some of the men just as she had with him when they first met. Harry almost wished that one man would entice her into bed. Maybe then she might change, even in some small way.

What Liz wanted was a child, children - marriage and children - he had heard her tell her sister such, very soon after they were married. Harry had been steadfast, no way would he bring children into a home where there was so little love.

Perhaps he should have left the marriage but this was the woman that he loved, the woman that he had planned to spend his life with. He was near to the stage where he might stray. To even respond to the come-ons from his mates' wives. Go out drinking and just fuck some female drinker who was horny from drink and the heat of dancing, the proximity of bodies on the dance floor.

Such thoughts were bothering him more often each time Liz just lay inert on the bed while he fucked her. Harry tried to talk to her, during sex and at other times but Liz refused to discuss it. Her attitude was the she let him have sex what more did he want? The only thing she would discuss was the fact that having sex was supposed to make babies - so what was wrong with him?

Harry wanted, needed, some passion, sexual interaction, intercourse, sex for the sake of serving the needs of two heterosexual, horny people. But he couldn't, he wouldn't cheat on the love of his life.

***

Liz lay rigid. Harry had punched his pillow that meant that he was frustrated - again. She didn't know what to do. Sex was a chore. And most times it was at best uncomfortable. Oh, Harry tried his best with foreplay but that just served to make her more resistant. And when he insisted on lapping and sucking her pussy it was if her whole body went into muscle spasm and she prayed for it to be over. Why oh why couldn't he just pump his seed into her one time and make her pregnant? That way, once the pregnancy was confirmed she could justify not wanting or having sex again.

Why didn't Harry fuck any one of the women that hung around him? They were brazen enough. Maybe, probably they were as Harry had said, just prick teasers. Early in their relationship he had called her that and she hadn't understood. When he explained and then apologised it had stayed in her mind. Even at that time she realised that if she wanted a child she would have to go through that horrid process of sex. How her friends could eulogise over such a degrading process she could never understand or come to terms with.

So it was, of all the young men that swarmed around her she choose Harry. Only because he seemed happy and willing to do that horrid thing quickly and not to protest too often. Of course she had made all the right noises - or at least those noises that her friends disgustingly bragged so openly about making when having sex.

In the early days of their marriage Liz had been happy to encourage Harry to fuck her hard. She had read or had heard that deep penetration and high sexual excitement always ended in pregnancy. It hadn't. Harry seemed too aware of her ulterior motive and either insisted on coitus interruptus - she insisted that he never deposited his filth on her flesh - or worse, those horrible latex abominations bought at the chemist or even from a machine that some clubs had in the gents' toilets.

Liz had assured Harry that she would go on the pill or take a morning after pill, then conveniently 'forget' in order to get pregnant, but he was always suspicious. She loved him and it hurt her to see him end up frustrated after sex. Often he would spend time in the bathroom after. It made her feel sick to think what he did there.

***

Yet another boring party. Yes, she liked attention of the men - it had some of the other women looking sick with jealousy but they could have all the pawing, the leering, the thinly disguised innuendo. They would no doubt grab at the chance of spontaneous sex.

Liz was drinking too much. Part of the reason she realised was that one man, someone she had not seen before and who had not been introduced to her, was seemingly deliberately ignoring her. His loss! But it wasn't, it annoyed her as she was used to men making a beeline to her side as soon as they saw her. Not that she wanted sex from them, just the adoration.

Finally he looked her way and started to cross the room towards her. On the way numerous women tried to delay him but after just a word or two he continued in her direction. As he neared, a wave of heat swept through Liz's body - something that she could not remember happening before in any circumstance. Suddenly she wished that she was anywhere but in line for him to stand beside her.

Instinctively Liz took the man's proffered hand, her eyes held by his, almost hypnotically. His large hand held just her fingers - held and didn't release. Liz squirmed, in her dress and more disturbingly, in her underwear. The burning in her cheeks all but setting off the fire alarms.

His, "I saw you staring and wondered why?" didn't deflate her as she had thought it should. She had to raise her wine glass to her trembling lips to cover up her stuttering attempts to speak.

"I.. . well.. ." Liz straightened her back and sought to regain her composure. "I did? Oh my, I must be myopic, didn't see you at all", she lied.

The man treated the remark with the contempt it deserved. He looked her up and down so overtly that Liz felt almost as if her clothes were disappearing - she felt naked.

"Well now Mrs.. . I see you wear a gold band.. . so you have a husband."

Liz managed to mumble, "Elizabeth, Liz", as he took a breath.

Quite what the next few minutes held in terms of what either of them said, either didn't sink in to her memory of she simply dismissed. What she remembered was that her fingers became moist in his grip. In the fore-front of her consciousness was the moisture in her underwear.

Liz realized that she had to move. She tore her fingers from his grip. With a mumbled, "Excuse me, I have to circulate", she moved away from the man.

Unhesitatingly, Liz made for the toilet. Locking the door behind her she took a moment to support herself by the wash basin. The large, well lit mirror revealed what she had dreaded, her flushed face, worse, a slight sheen of perspiration on her nose. Lifting the hem of her dress Liz hooked her thumbs into the waist-band of her panties and dragged them down over her thighs. As they reached the point where the crotch would normally just tug against her pussy it stalled, stuck fast to copious flow of her secretions. Tearing the garment from her legs and feet she sought out a bin, opening it she discarded the panties as if they were the most disgusting thing on earth.

***

They had arrived home in the early hours. Harry was still in a state of alcohol fuelled euphoria. Liz found herself undressing quickly, eager to get into bed. As harry finished in the bathroom she pulled the bed cover over her but didn't turn her back to his side of the bed as usual. Impetuously she pulled the nightdress she had slipped on, back over her head and lay on her back the duvet covering up to her neck. A sudden burst of adrenalin causing her body to shake slightly.

Harry stopped his chatter seeing his wife in bed. He sighed. He sounded resigned. He had taken to abandoning his usual habit of sleeping naked as it seemed to cause Liz retreat to the very edge of her side of the bed. Tonight he didn't bother, climbing naked between the covers.

Anger rose in Liz's breast as, within a few minutes, Harry was asleep, as witnessed by his deep breathing. How could a man be so blind to her needs? How many times in the past had he pawed her body in a drunken attempt to satisfy his own needs? How many times had she endured his alcohol breath as he kissed her, his hands wanting to grab every part of her flesh? Now, when, for some strange reason she wanted some intimacy, why was he oblivious? And as Harry had not put on his pyjamas, the heat of his nakedness pervaded the space between them.

Liz moved her body closer to her husband until their bare flesh met. Her temperature rose again. She needed him. Reaching over his inert body - he was so fast asleep that nothing disturbed him - Liz sought out his cock. Was it always like this she wondered? Not the limp, small nub that she would normally avert her eyes from if he walked around the bedroom naked. No, it wasn't erect as when he demanded sex but neither was it flaccid. Was he already dreaming? Dreaming of some woman who had flirted with him that night?

The phallus in her hand began to fill out, lengthening, growing in girth, firming. Harry shifted in his sleep. His hand moved to his cock but seemed happy that fingers grasped it; any fingers. Liz kissed her husband's shoulder. Her other hand sought out her own crotch. Normally, she would revile at the thought of touching her own genitals in a sexual way, but tonight.. . well tonight was somehow different and Liz couldn't fully understand the reason why.

The flesh encompassed by the curl of her long, slim fingers grew firmer and Liz mused that the reason she had not felt this in a long time was that she had previously considered it unnecessary. A woman wanting a child merely had to submit to a man's demands, allow him to plant his seed deep within her vagina and mother nature would do the rest. There was no need to indulge in what some of her friends waxed lyrical about; masturbating a man's cock, performing gross acts of fellatio and the disgusting act of.. . even now the thought of even Harry's seed pumping down her throat made her retch slightly. Harry moaned in his sleep as his wife's fingers gripped his manhood and alternately squeezed and relaxed. Momentarily his hand grasped hers causing Liz to freeze thinking he would wake and demand what she thought she was doing. But he merely buried his head in the pillow and moaned again. As she pulled her nakedness to his flesh, pressing her breasts to his back until only their firmness prevented more; as her lips brushed and tasted the slight saltiness of his shoulder; as her finger tips explored the anatomy of his now erect penis, the fingers of her other hand surreptitiously petted and prodded the labia at her crotch; she was wet; not damp, not moist but as wet as when she had discarded her panties at the party.

Liz fretted that the sound of the rasping of her breath and the pounding of her heart would disturb her husband. He was in a deep sleep. Liz wondered if there was a way to engineer her husband to turn over so that she might impale herself on his penis. Her hopes were dashed when Harry suddenly turned onto his belly depriving her fingers of the sensory experience of his penis.

"Shit", she uttered in a frustrated whisper.

One of her fingers had penetrated her vagina but it felt foreign, ugly, dirty. Despite her desperation for sexual relief Liz could not contemplate the act of masturbation and fell into a disturbed sleep. Dreams tortured her. A man - the man - taunted her, standing naked before her, his penis erect. But he would not come near. Would not allow contact.

***

Harry woke in the morning, his wife was not in bed. Pity. He desperately needed sex. His night had been filled with the dream of 'Murphy'. Every one called her that despite it being her surname. She had flirted with him at the party; teasing him so outrageously - oh, she wanted him, of that there was no doubt. In the dream she had pumped his cock with her cool hand; it had felt so damned real. Harry wondered if Liz was up to a quick fuck this morning but as soon as he saw her face when he got up he knew that not only would she not be amenable to that sort of suggestion but she had the grumps over something already this morning.

Expecting a tirade of accusations of mental infidelity relating to his flirting at last night's party he received only dark looks from under lowered and furrowed brows. Liz's lips pouted as does a child's who is told that it cannot have everything it wants. Silence reigned and his wife adroitly avoided kissing Harry goodbye as he left for work.

Murphy grinned at him as he passed through the main office. What did it mean? Was she still hot for him? At his work-station he fired up his external email account; no point in risking the company account if she was merely being friendly. "Lst nite ok Waz ht 4 me. Fncy alc @ lunch" he fired off to her. Nothing there that could be misconstrued. "u r ht ht ht harry ,,, meet me ill leed u folo xx" came back. Harry picked up a folder and walked through the main office again. He didn't look straight at Murphy but she was waiting. Sitting back in her cubicle her short dress was flashing a load of thigh and with her fingers rolled as if gripping his cock she made a brief pumping action then continued her work. Fuck! He thought, is this for real? Murphy would give me a wank?

He followed the younger woman's car at a good distance as she had bid him. At a piece of open scrubland outside of town she stopped. Harry stopped his car a hundred metres away and waited - make her come to me, then there's no doubt what she wants, he thought.

"You're married!" Was the girl's bald statement the second she had installed herself in the passenger seat of Harry's car. Even with her knees pressed together the shortness of her dress revealed silky-smooth thighs with maybe a hint of her underwear. The top was stretched tight across her full breasts. Harry's fingers itched to touch her. He looked into her eyes. The dilated pupils revealed that despite her accusatory statement of his marital status she had more than a passing interest in him.

Harry decided on a full-on approach, no time-wasting chit-chat. Pulling the girl to him he covered her mouth with his. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue explored his lips. The moment his fingers touched her inner thigh hers legs parted and Harry swore that his olfactory perception could sense the aroma of her arousal.

Murphy opened her eyes and pulled her mouth from his. "It's the wrong time, you can't, but I.. ." Seeing that he didn't understand she continued, "Aunty".

Harry swore.

"But I can still keep you happy, Harry.. ." she looked knowingly down at his crotch where a burgeoning cock was making itself known. Her hand pulled at the waistband of his pants and released it. Her nimble fingers sought out the zipper and tugged it. "Oooh!" Her eyes widened with delight at the sight of a tiny pair of men's briefs that the open zipper revealed. In a flash her fingers dived under the top of the underwear and with a triumphant "Yess" she withdrew her prize.

If it wasn't already fully erect then Harry's penis achieved that status almost immediately that Murphy's fingers wrapped around it.

The girl's free arm snaked around Harry's neck. She pulled his head to hers, her tongue seeking out his and sucking it. Pulling back slightly from her passionate kiss Murphy panted, " I knew it, I told the girls that you would be well hung.. . damn Aunty! I want it Harry and soon!"

The hair on Harry's neck bristled. She had been talking about him in the office? No matter the possible consequences, he had to have her. A woman who actually enjoyed sex. Who made it known that she wanted sex. Who would even fuck a married man whose wife she knew. And he knew what "Aunty" meant but had heard that younger women were not prepared to be deprived of sex at that time. No, the word was that they enjoyed anal sex instead. His cock twitched in Murphy's grip. His brow broke out in a sweat.

Murphy grinned up at him as she licked her full lips and lowered her head to his crotch. Harry moaned in anticipation. As Murphy's hot, wet mouth closed over Harry's hard, pulsing man-flesh another car pulled into the same area. Harry's body stiffened as he saw shiny epaulettes on the two women in the car. He grabbed Murphy's hair and pulled her sucking mouth off his cock.

"Oh, baby, you like it rough, Okay, but.. ." The woman saw the horrified look on his face and turned her eyes in the same direction as his. "Fuck!" She spat out the expletive in frustration. "Quick, put your cock away and just kiss me, we can get away with this."

The two female police officers pulled on their hats and rested their hands on the pepper spray fixed to their belts as they started to walk towards Harry's car. At the car they took one side each, bending to look closely through the glass. The one at Harry's side signalled him to wind down the window. He pressed the button and the glass slid down quickly, silently.

"Unusual to see cars here at this time of day sir, may I ask the purpose of your visit here?" She gave her colleague a significant look, one eyebrow raised, a gesture that annoyed Harry.

Murphy saw Harry's face change to a deep frown and as he drew a deep breath to blast out a reply she smiled at the officer on her side of the car. "Um, well, let's be honest, we are work colleagues and, um, we are fostering an improved level of inter-departmental relations.. .?" She gave a broad wink to both police women. "Who knows, if you hadn't happened along, my boss," she tapped Harry's arm and giggled, "may have given me a raise?" She fluttered her eyelashes.

The more senior officer looked Murphy up and down, obviously trying to work out if she was genuine or a well-dressed hooker. Both cars had the look of a company car and the officer knew all the usual female sex workers in the area. She gave a wooden smile. "My advice is to stick with your respective partners and most certainly avoid this area, it has a.. . let's say, a certain reputation? Okay? Besides it must be time for you both to start work again."

The pair of recalcitrant, would-be lovers took the hint; Murphy returned to her car and they both sped off thankful not to have been caught 'in flagrante delicto'.

***

Liz mused as she enjoyed her latte in a crowded café. Despite being friendly enough at social events, other females of her most immediate group rarely involved her in their day-to-day social activities. As the local beauty, one who had attracted one of the most eligible men around and married him, maybe she aroused their jealousy. It left her feeling lonely at times, lacking other female contact. She stared into her cup starting to feel sorry for herself.

"A penny for them.. ."

Without looking up Liz knew the voice. The depth of the sound vibrated not only her eardrums but something, somewhere deep within her body. He sat down at her table, unmistakeable; tall, well-built, handsome. As on the first occasion that she had met him he didn't smile although there was something in his dark eyes that held her attention.

"Mrs.. . Elizabeth wasn't it. Liz?"

Liz tried to drag her eyes from his gaze but it held her.. . she struggled once again to speak. Instead she nodded, trying to make it look as a casual, dismissive gesture.

The man reached across the table, his large hand aimed at hers. Liz tried desperately to pull her hand out of reach but it seemed frozen to its spot on the table. At the moment that his fingers closed over hers it was if some uninvited, unwanted presence invaded her body and made its way unerringly to her panties; she tried to keep the instinctive wiggle of her butt to a minimum but had to move her whole body to cover it. Liz tore her eyes from his gaze and desperately looked at her wrist watch. "Um.. ." she began.

"No ma'am, I can't let you disappear on me again; I will get a complex." His eyes sparkled but still no smile stole onto his features.

Fire began to race through Liz's body, soon it would manifest itself as a glow at her cheeks and this man, the man, would know. Or at least the signs would be there, too obvious to miss even if he couldn't correctly interpret them. And what self-assured man, as he so obviously was, could fail to see what effect he was having? Yes, for the second time, probably in her entire adult life, her libido was raised and there was nothing at all she could do about it. Did she want to do anything about it?

Of course she had two choices - run, as she had before - stay and take the consequences. Choice one, to run - last time that ended in frustration borne of an inattentive husband. Choice two - accept that sex meant something other than a means to an end; for her the conception of a child - but by whom? Not by the man that was here; turning her body to liquid; a liquid that she was already aware of beginning to leak from her. No! The birth of such a child would be an irrefutable witness to her infidelity - by virtue of its colour and ethnicity.

Time for Liz had stood still. Her thoughts piling one on the other with such rapidity. In the third nanosecond since he had held her hand a third choice bludgeoned its way into her thoughts - stay, and.. . the consequences almost overawed her, made her head spin.. . have sex with him, the man; and if sex was not on his mind? Well, what man would deny a beautiful woman?

Her panties gave Liz the answer. She would not be deprived this time. She would not lie in her bed beside a man that merely used her vagina as a masturbating device or fawned over her in order to get inside her. The man would fuck her but as she wanted, as she dictated.

Adrenalin pumped through her body, her heart beat faster, she had to open her mouth to breathe, her hands began to shake, her slim fingers gripped his.

***

Harry waited. He watched the rear-view mirror for Murphy's car. He wouldn't tail her; too obvious. He knew her route. He knew where she lived. He would drive ahead of her. Then if she spotted him it was she who followed him.

"Shit, good job you didn't". Murphy had flashed her lights at him at a set of traffic lights and they pulled over. Harry had owned up to the intention of surprising her at home. "Sis is there, had a bust-up with her man." Seeing Harry's look of abject disappointment she thought then suggested, "But.. . there's nobody at her place as her man has left. If you want we could go there but only for a little while, I'm expected home."

"Wow! Do you work out?" Murphy had not been able to resist stripping Harry to the nub and seeing his sleek yet muscular body had fired her needs.

On her knees her mouth immediately encompassed the head of his penis then, with hollow cheeks she sucked in his length until it grated in her throat and caused her to gag slightly. Harry, prepared for the BJ of his life was dismayed when the girl took him out of her mouth, spat on the tip then stood up.

Bending in front of him she raised the hem of her dress. "Don't pull my undies down just pull them aside.. . and take it easy for the first couple of inches."

Harry immediately got the message that she was inviting him to take her anally. That he had never before had anal sex was not going to stop him - he was up to the job. Pressing his pre-lubed tip to her rear he eased forward gingerly.

"Do it for fuck sake Harry", squealed Murphy.

There was a plop and the tightest fuck he had ever experience was on him. Lack of experience with Liz at normal sex didn't prepare Harry for this. Less than a minute and it was he that squealed as he pumped his lover full.

Before they parted Murphy had warned him that he had better do better than that when he fucked her for real or she would look elsewhere for some rough sex.

***

Liz was there when Harry arrived home. Prospects didn't look good. The bad mood she had been in that morning had seemed to have got worse. He received a black look when he bound into the kitchen and said Hi.

They prepared the evening meal together but in silence. Liz pushed her food around the plate, eating very little. Harry ate heartily.

"You're forever pestering me for sex."

Harry almost choked on a mouthful of lasagne. "What?"

Liz's cutlery clattered onto her plate. She leaned towards him, her eyes wide open, her teeth bared in a snarl. " Oh yes, I saw you with her, that, that.. . Murphy woman but when I want.. . when I need.. ." She choked back a sob.

Harry felt his face drain of colour. How could Liz have seen him with Murphy? There were only ever the two police officers at the scrubland. And at the woman's sisters place? Not possible.. . was it?

"Sex! Harry, I needed sex, last night! and you.. .!" Liz sprang up knocking over her chair and ran sobbing to the bedroom.

Harry was stunned. Elizabeth? His wife? Liz? He shook his head as if trying to clear it. But Liz never wanted sex. "What the fuck!"

***

Now she had a problem. Liz sat on the bed trying desperately to work out how she could explain her outburst. Things hadn't gone well today. Not latterly. At the café she had submitted to her newly found sexual desire rekindled by the presence of him, that man, the man. She would let him have sex with her; actively encourage him if needed.

All had gone well. She flirted outrageously. It had taken the man by surprise. But he had been up to it. At what he said was his apartment he had started to make love to her, just as her husband Harry would do, only a lot more positively. So good was his technique that Liz was soon only aware of the pleasures he was providing, she wallowed in it, absorbed it. Her embarrassment was that she wore what Harry referred to as Bridget Jones knickers but the man didn't seem at all bothered, in fact he had them off her butt so fast.

His mouth on her vulva was not only acceptable but she found it delightful. Her bushy mound caused him no problem - not like her husband who always whined that she should shave there. Not so delightful was the taste of her own juices on his mouth afterwards. But by then he was preparing to enter her. Although she had not held his phallus she had seen it and the thought of it penetrating her excited her.

Using his fingers the man had brought her to a speedy and massive orgasm. There was no reluctance on her part when she felt the tip of his cock begin to part her labia. If she hadn't been pinned to the bed by the man's weight she would have thrust her hips up to meet it.

Just as she expected him to do as Harry would and ease slowly inside her, the head moved. But it was not her vagina that was dilated by the girth of his manhood. Before she had had the time to recover from the pulsing of her pussy his meat pressed to and entered her anus. Yes, it was pleasurable but to Liz it was an abomination. Never had she ever contemplated such an act.

Her scream of revulsion was misinterpreted as sexual encouragement by the man and it wasn't until his hot seed pumped into her that he stopped, leaving her exhausted.

Liz had said nothing. In fact she thanked him. It wasn't until she washed herself in her own bathroom that she felt revulsion. Now she had taken it out on Harry and he would soon want an explanation.

"I'm sorry Harry, I don't know what came over me." They met outside the bedroom as she headed for the kitchen.

He put an arm around his wife's shoulder and tried to comfort her. Somehow she felt different. Softer, more amenable, she even kissed him on the cheek. Would he be pushing it to try to have sex tonight?

Harry was, of course, on his own guilt trip. He needed to clean himself of the remnants of his sex with Murphy. He had a sudden idea. Turning his wife he headed towards the bathroom.

"Babe? Have a hot shower, I find that it can help, you know?" His plan was to try to join her in the shower, If she responded positively then maybe sex would be on the menu for dinner.

Surprisingly Liz allowed herself to be lead to the shower where she stood, mesmerised. To Harry this was the opportunity he had to grab. Something, maybe his excitement, caused him to strip off her clothes quickly, not as he would have if he had ever got the chance - slowly, always aware if he was rushing her in case she changed her mind.

Now in just her stained 'Bridget Jones' pants Liz turned to her husband and threw her arms around him, she buried her face in his neck. She sobbed softly. Between sobs she begged Harry to strip off her panties pleading for him to forgive her. Hoping that this was a turning point in their sex lives Harry forgave her for whatever she had done, not knowing the full significance of what his wife meant.

Harry whispered for Liz to undress him but she was so dream-like that he accomplished quickly almost by himself. As soon as he pulled her nakedness to his, what had been not much more than flaccid began quickly to stand to attention. And to Harry's excited surprise his wife's hand pushed between their flesh and her cool fingers wrapped around a now stiff staff at full girth.

Her mouth on his felt soft. Lips that were pumped with blood caressed his, her tongue begging to explore his mouth. She pulled from a passionate kiss" and panted, "do it Harry, now.. . do it."

Pulling his wife to the floor Harry tried his best to make love to her but straight away she appeared dissatisfied. Although she was extremely well lubricated and made all the right moves and noises, there was still that 'je ne sais quoi' that indicated that once again she was simulating sex. Bizarrely they both reached a climax but it wasn't satisfactory. What was it with her, with him, with them??

***

True to her word Murphy wanted him. The past week she had raised his libido with raunchy emails and gestures when he passed her desk that confirmed it. Now she had got her sister off her back and had her place to herself. Her email had been unequivocal - she would take an early lunch, he was to get to her place fast.

He ran a red light and almost got caught on a speed Gatso as he sped through town to be with her. As detailed her left his car away from her apartment and sprinted until on the street then holding a clipboard acted out a scenario of looking at a list. When finally he reached her door and tapped he was taken by surprise as it sprung open to reveal Murphy - totally naked with her arms open to welcome him. In her arms Harry could smell that she had freshly showered. On his lips she tasted sweet and sexy.

He took a long moment to take in her small frame, slim with good definition without being muscular. Her breasts were slightly to ful to fit her small chest perfectly but that suited Harry, he wanted to cup them, caress them, kiss them and perhaps squeeze them either side of his cock. There was a sexy swell at her belly, no fat, no muffin top. Excitingly her mound was bare - something that Liz would never contemplate. How smooth would it feel to lap with his wet tongue? If they touched then it was only just, her thighs, at her crotch. Thighs that arced perfectly to her knees that topped beautifully proportioned and curved calves. Trim ankles and cute feet completed a vision of artistic and sexual perfection.

"Too late now babe.. . if you don't like what you see.. ." Murphy giggled and continued, "you get out of here only by fucking me."

Pulling the naked body to him Harry kissed her with convincing passion, his hand firstly grabbing a breast then dropping to discover that her anticipation had caused her juices to flow already.

Murphy was having nothing to do with a man that wasn't naked. She tore at his shirt popping off a couple of buttons in her haste. Harry had only released the waist band of his trousers when her fingers were tearing at the zipper. Liz screamed with delight to see that he was wearing the same type of tiny underpants that he had at their aborted meeting in his car. It delighted her to pose his now stiff phallus standing proud above the waist band.

"Enough with the foreplay Harry, I want to be fucked now; maybe later you can show me how your wife likes to make love."

Harry wanted to take his time, to relish touching, kissing, licking, even nibbling at this woman's beautiful body. He wasn't used to such an overt demand for sex. He looked hungrily at Murphy's bare mound - what would it taste like, how would it feel to run his hot, wet tongue over that pale, smooth flesh. But here was Murphy demanding rough, uncompromising fucking.

Well, he wasn't going to be denied. Picking up the girl he took her to the bed and threw her on it, She "Oohed" in pleasure. Pushing her knees apart he pressed his body between her thighs and lowered his face to her pussy. The aroma of her arousal was musky. His mouth clamped on her vulva and his tongue lapped at her labia.

"Come on babe", she commanded, "I'm already wet, I made sure of that before you got here. And, wow! It was a great orgasm, but now I need dick, cock, meat! Now get and fuck me!"

This couldn't be happening. Harry experienced the first signs that his libido was diminishing. Just as, often with his wife, when she demanded that he 'just get on with it'. If things didn't change he would lose his erection.

With his penis at her entrance Harry plunged it inside her, somehow hoping that it would hurt her so that she asked him to slow down, but it served only to encourage her. Murphy pulled his head down to hers and tried to kiss him. Harry pulled away, this wasn't what he wanted at all. This girl was just a self-serving . sl..!

His subdued orgasm came as a relief as it pumped into the girl. Harry knew that, although she moaned as her pussy pulsed in the throes of its own orgasm that she wasn't convinced by his performance.

"Oh fuck Harry, what happened? You were fucking hopeless. Is sex with your wife so bad that that is the best you can do?"

Harry dressed quickly not bothering to attend to the woman he had just filled with his seed. She lay there watching him, her eyes steely cold. No words were exchanged as he left. He was deflated, embarrassed.

***

Liz submitted, To the man but mainly to her desires, her sexual desires, her newly-found enjoyment of pure sex.

The man was, she had become aware, using her as a free sex worker. A woman providing him with a means to an end - satisfying his sexual needs.

But then, it had dawned on her that now that she had finally realised that sex could be and was, pleasurable, she in turn was using him, using his cock to build her confidence that she could do sex and enjoy it.

His weight, once again bore down her body, his cock pumped inside her vagina. Liz wasn't a passenger in this journey, she had learned how to extract her own pleasures. Her hips bucked up and down, her pussy muscles flexed, milking the hardness dilating her sex organ. With his mouth on hers their tongues danced a 'pas de deux' that served to drive her libido through the roof.

He had been reluctant at first to fuck her pussy and she had enjoyed anal sex. But the moment he opened up her pussy and the tip of his cock ploughed her depths she knew that she was hooked. In fact, he had shied away from the possibility of making her pregnant until she proved that she took every precaution.

The man was rough with her tits but it was a price Liz was prepared to pay for this experience. His penis intrigued her, she wanted to try what female friends had raved about but for some reason he would only ever have sexual intercourse.

It was on her, that wave of pain that the pulsing of her vagina brought. Somehow, magically that pain translated into intense pleasure that left her gasping for breath and her heart pounding in her chest. No matter where the two had sex, most times he had gone before Liz had fully recovered.

***

There was silence between them at dinner. Both Liz and Harry were deep in their own thoughts, their eyes guiltily averted from those of their partner. When finally they spoke it was at the same time. It broke the ice a little, each smiling at the other.

Liz stood, leaving most of her dinner uneaten. Her hand extended towards her husband. "Harry, please?" It was more a whispered question.

Harry took her hand and stood. They stepped towards each other. Impetuously each moved their head towards the other their lips meeting in a kiss. Liz looked in the direction of the bedroom. Following his wife, her hand gripping his tightly, Harry's mind raced. She couldn't possibly want to make love or even just have sex. It had now been weeks since their failed lovemaking in the bathroom. By their bed she turned to face him pulling him close. Her eyes looked up into his. Strangely, her pupils were dilated. Why, how?

"Please Harry, make love to me; in any way that you want, I want you so much." Liz's voice was thick with emotion, with desire, with need.

Harry groaned inwardly, was this another of his wife's attempts to fool him into getting her pregnant? If it was he would fuck her anyway and hope not to sow his seed; he needed sex and any sex would do right now.

When Liz didn't move other than pulling his head down to kiss him, Harry began to feel uncomfortable. If this continued he might fail even to achieve an erection. Suspicion and doubt was killing his libido. Why couldn't she just lay on her back with that normal bored, glazed look and let him get on with it; was this a new torture? He ran his zipper down.

"Harry, I mean it. I really do want you. Look, if you want, I have even bought some rubbers". She pointed to the lamp table where Harry was astonished to see the proof of her words. "And boy, was my face so red when I paid for them at the pharmacy?" She squeezed him and giggled. "Doctor Diana prescribed me some birth control pills and I have taken the for a week now."

Failing to find an appropriate response Harry kissed her, passionately.

Her trembling fingers probing his open zipper came as a shock. Never had she made such a move. Cool, slim fingers acted as a catalyst to his flagging erection. When they finally broke a long, hungry kiss, full length, full girth and full hardness had been achieved. "Why, oh why have I never held this before Harry, it is so handsome.. . does it want me, Harry? I mean, really want me?"

And how it wanted her. Throw her to the bed and fuck her silly said the voice in his head.

Liz began to undress her husband. As she bared his chest she began to kiss it, even licking his nipples. Harry could have come in his pants as this had never before happened. Harry wanted some of this and tugged the top she wore from the waist of her jogger pants. As he raised the hem what greeted his eyes was not one of her staid bras but her perfect tits, bare and begging for the same treatment that she was attending on his chest. Liz threw back her head as Harry's lips and teeth teased her nipples, her eyes closed and she moaned softly.

Eager to have his wife naked Harry kissed down her belly as he released the tie at the waist of her jog pants, pausing to explore her navel with the tip of his tongue. As the pants slid over her hips and down her shapely legs something astonished him - not the big white knickers that usually covered her butt but a tiny pair of blue, lacy panties. His hands swept around her hips to find her buttocks barely covered, the unusual sensation of bare flesh exciting him further.

Liz's fingers grasped at Harry's thick hair and pulled his face to her mound. He wanted to take his time to inch down her panties to reveal her pussy but he was now too concerned that he would not be able for long to hold back the pressure that was building in his balls and once again he might fail her.

What was revealed as the panties finally reached her trim ankles was not the bare mound the he was daring to hope to see but a trimmed bush. Somehow, it seemed far more sensual, more sexual. Briefly he buried his nose into her cleft.

Standing once again harry kissed Liz, holding her tightly to him, his cock desperate to be released further. Liz broke their kiss. She had work to do. In a flash her nimble fingers had his pants undone. She stood back. What she saw had her giggling. He wore a tiny pair of man briefs; too tiny to contain the handsome, erect penis that just a moment ago was in her grasp.

Kissing his belly as he had kissed hers Liz kissed around his groin, mischievously avoiding the twitching phallus. His underwear was kicked away as it hit the floor. She too kicked away the garments encumbering her feet. Standing, Liz held on to her prize and pressing her belly to it sandwiched Harry's hot, hard dick between them.

"Sweetie?" she murmured huskily, "Liz wants this inside her, will you do it.. . now?

There was no time or inclination to do what he would normally do - lower her gently to the bed and.. . well that was his old way.. . he swung her around and tipped them both on the bed. It caught Liz by surprise and slightly knocked the air from her lungs, she squealed in surprise and in pleasure.

Between her thighs Harry pushed her knees apart. In an instant the tip of his cock was at that dark, bushy cleft. There was no doubt in his mind this time that she would be wet. He pushed firmly. A tiny moment of resistance then his penis was exploring anew, Liz's hot, wet and tight pussy. A long self-indulgent moan broke through her lips as Harry kissed her.

Liz wrapped her legs around her husband's body pulling him as deep as she could inside her. Her arms wrapped around his body. This was the sex that she wanted, that she now realised was what she had needed all these years of self doubt and denial.

The couple thrashed around on the bed noisily fucking each other until Harry could contain it no longer. He held her tight. He gave her no warning. When it hit the depths of her vagina, searingly hot, it tipped her over the edge too. Her whole body convulsed. The pulsing of her pussy milked her husband dry.

They lay side by side, hands clasped, panting for breath, their ears filled with the pounding of their own hearts. They smiled.

After a few minutes Liz had to go to the bathroom. Harry lay there not able to believe what had just happened His wife! A sexual woman who had just fucked him as he had fucked her. His hand found what remained of the former rock-hard fat penis with which he had, he prayed, satisfied his wife. It glistened with the combination of the juices of the two of them. Liz was running water in the bathroom; he hoped it didn't mean that she was cleaning herself in disgust as usual.

If the self-satisfied grin on her face as Liz returned to the bed was an indication then Harry could be reassured that all was good. He took in with pleasure her unashamed nakedness, other times she had worn a nightdress all through sex and had change it before her return to bed. Neither did she hide under the covers. Liz snuggled up to harry. She kissed him then giggled as she moved her body down the bed, laying her head on his belly. She pushed away his hand that still held his penis, replacing it with her own.

If Harry was concerned that she would find his coated cock repulsive he was reassured when Liz began to examine it in detail. Raising herself on one elbow she turned to look at her husband. She opened her eyes wide, pursed her lips and blew him a kiss followed by kissing her finger tips then pressing them to the head of a cock that stirred in her grasp.

If only, though Harry. His wife, giving his cock a kiss? One step at a time, perhaps another day.

But Liz had her own agenda, her own ideas and inquisitive desires. It suddenly occurred to her as she pleasure in the tactile senses of manipulating this semi-soft organ, that during her sessions with 'the man' she had barely seen his penis let alone handled it or had been able to play with it as she now played with her husband's. Would there ever come a time, an opportunity to tell Harry what had brought about this huge change in her?

Levering forward on her elbow Liz's mouth was in exactly the right place so she did it, unthinkingly. Eyes closed she sucked at the flesh that touched her lips and there is was, filling her mouth, Harry's juice-coated penis. The taste didn't surprise her because there had been no time to consider it. It was musty - his seed and her own juices. So what? The tactile sensation was glorious. Liz sucked at it, Her teeth nibbled it. By her own actions it started to grow again. This was surprising. Harry could get hard again? And so soon after pleasuring her well? Never, not at the best of their sexual experiences had he, they, ever considered fucking more than one time.

Using her hand to encourage his phallus Liz turned her head to look at her husband. His head was tilted back his eyes tightly closed. Liz giggled.

With 'the man', he had insisted that their sex was almost always anal. She had come to enjoy it and while the sex that she and Harry had just had was the best ever, Liz needed to know just what her husband's cock would feel like as he fucked her butt. How to introduce the idea? After all, as far as she knew, Harry had never had anal sex. Had he ever succumbed to the Murphy woman, she would be the type that had anal sex? It really didn't matter. An idea entered her head.

What she had started Liz continued. With mouth and hand she enjoyed bringing Harry's dick up to full readiness - Hard, thick and ready for action. Harry lay there marvelling at what was in a way his new wife, a new lover.

His cock had been obscured by Liz's head and hands. But now she lifted her body from the bed and turned to straddle his hips. What was she up to? He really didn't care as long as she concentrated her efforts on his cock.

Liz Raised her butt, reached behind her and grasped Harry's twitching cock. He closed his eyes as he felt her sweep the tip down her cleft. As she lowered onto it, immediately he knew that she had the wrong place; his experience with Murphy had at least taught him that. He opened his eyes and drew a breath to warn her.

With eyes tightly closed Liz nudged the softer tip of the penis against her tight little star. Harry wondered.. . what if.. . But his wife knew just what she was doing and slid down his pole as if it had been greased.

"Oh yess, Harry, oh my gosh, yess." Liz exalted her joy. She had taken the initiative. It was she that now was fucking her Harry.

Liz had awakened.