"You're shy and nervous, aren't you?" Howard asked. "I like that. I get so tired of liberated women."

He reached out, caught her arm, and drew her gently down on the bed. Her heart was hammering. From what she'd heard about men and sex, she expected him to rip her nightgown off, roll on top of her, and hurt her with his cock. Instead he kissed her face and neck, then kissed her right on the mouth and slid his tongue between her lips.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Lucy murmured.

She loved it when Howard kissed her that way. She wasn't sure how he did it, but every time he slipped that hot wet tongue into her mouth, she creamed helplessly. She felt like a real slut, her blood boiling for the man. She slipped her arms around his neck.

When they came up for breath, Howard grinned at her and said, "Honey, we're married now. You can touch me below the waist."

Lucy just blushed harder. She'd dated a lot, in high school and then later when she became a secretary in the studio where Howard worked. But she was a prim and proper young woman, and she'd never done anything "dirty" with her dates. For instance, she'd never touched a cock.

Things were different now, though. She was a married woman, and she could do anything she wanted with her husband. Part of her was shy and scared, but another part sizzled with curiosity about men and sex. She really wanted to touch Howard all over, to explore his mysterious male body.

Slowly she slid her hands down over his chest, to his waist, then his hips. She could feel the hard muscles under his pajamas. She knew he kept himself in super shape, working out every day. She felt his heavily muscled thighs. Watching her, Howard shook his head and laughed.

"Quit being chicken," he said. "You're avoiding the best place of all."

He took her hand and set it right on his fly. Lucy blushed furiously. She could feel his cock through the thin layer of silk, and it was swelling and pulsating. Under her hand it hardened till it felt like steel. His fly was tented. His eyes got glazed with lust.