But she hadn't and for personal reasons known only to herself. When she'd married Steve Smith she'd hopefully put the need for self-gratification behind her, and to this point she had not violated that optimism, for once begun it would be too easy a practice to continue.

Karen was quite aware and certainly unashamed of her carnally amorous nature, and so far, her slender, loveable, unhomely young husband had shown his appreciation of it to the best of his limited ability. There… there she went again, privately deriding him with that one word, 'limited'… and after vowing to herself only several days before that she would not let her mind think that way anymore! What was it the book she had read on marriage and sexual love had said…? Allowing this vein of thinking toward one's mate to dwell in the mind will only breed further discontent. It is important especially for the new inexperienced bride to adopt a positive and patient view. Either partner might well detain the event of harmony in the sex act by mentally unloading blame of inadequacy on the other…

Well, inexperienced she'd certainly been and still was, she supposed, if one was to measure by the length of time she'd been at it. Steve had been the first and only man in her young life, the initial and wondrous night going back to four months before their wedding. And what a blissful, bang-up performance that had been on his part right there in the back-seat of his car! God, her climax had been so dynamic that she'd fainted dead away, nearly frightening him to death… poor darling.

Karen smiled to herself now as she remembered, momentarily pausing in her dish rinsing. But such infusing recollections were not doing a damn thing toward soothing the immediate ardor still glowing hotly in her soft belly and simmering young loins, she reasoned, forcefully sealing the memory back inside her mental archives.