He was a lot taller than she – six feet to her five feet five, but she liked the way she was able to nestle into his arms, and remembered that when they were both naked his penis dug deliciously into her belly, igniting hungers there so strong that they made her a little ashamed. Jack was fumbling with his trousers now, and finally ripped them down over his legs, kicking them unceremoniously into a comer, then stood up to face her, wearing only his shorts. Angela could see that his penis was already hard, pushing the material out from his loins like the white beak of some strange bird. Finally, looking his wife straight in the eye, Jack pulled his shorts down, his rigidly erect penis springing free, bouncing gently in front of her fascinated gaze. The young wife blushed at her own boldness and looked quickly away.

"What's the matter, don't you like it anymore?" her husband asked with a little laugh, and then laughing no more, he started toward her, lust written all over his face. Angela expected him to take her in his arms again, but instead the desire-inflamed young man pushed her backward toward the bed, causing her to lose her balance as the mattress caught her behind the knees. With a little startled cry, the young blonde tumbled back on the bed, her legs opening automatically as she tried to fight for balance, unconsciously baring the narrow pink slit between her legs to her husband's hungry gaze.

Without a word he was on her, pulling her legs around so that she lay lengthwise on the bed. He crawled up between her thighs, then, poising over her for a moment.

"Please, Jack, don't be rough," Angela pleaded, but she could see by his face that lust had made him a stranger to her. Looking down at the beautiful girl spread-eagled below him, the young man reached forward with a groan and dug his hands greedily into her tender body, letting his strong fingers knead her smooth soft belly, then slide up to squeeze her palpitating breasts, leaving scarlet marks in the tender white flesh.