Feeling sorry that his angry words had brought his young wife to the point of tears, Verne Smith moved over toward her and circled his arms around her slim waist.

"Awh, honey, take it easy. I just don't want some bastard stealing my girl away from me, that's all." He paused to run his work-calloused hands over the firm mounds of her breasts. "Yeah, this beautiful body's all mine!"

Sandi couldn't help shivering as her husband's strong hands tweaked at the nerve-filled tips of her round girlish breasts, her entire body glowing at his possessive touch. It was wrong, she knew, but no matter what harsh things he said to her, she still felt excited the moment he drew close to her. Shameful though it was, she could never hold back the exquisite surge of desire that sped through her, and she often worried that she was abnormal for not finding sex as painful and unpleasant as her mother had warned her it would be.

"Nicest pair of tits in the state, and they're all mine," Verne was mumbling as he squeezed her tiny nipples to taut erectness straight through the sheer fabric of Sandi's light summer beach dress. "And this golden pussy… and your tight little cunt… all mine!"

The quivering young wife knew what her husband had in mind from the tone of his voice and the quickening pace of his breathing, recognizing the symptoms from those times when she'd unwittingly allowed him to see her undressing, and he'd come to bed filled with strange, sometimes even unnatural, passion. Although she knew that she ought to pull away from him before it was too late, she only whimpered weakly and let him press up against her own trembling loins for just another tantalizing moment.