Fran suddenly felt obscenely naked… more naked, in fact, than she had ever felt before. Bits and snatches of the argument she'd just had with Brint returned to her mind, and she thought resentfully of the things he had said, especially the unkind reference to her age! And here she was now being exposed to that crude animal-like streak of his, the very thing about him that she had come to loathe! She felt his hands slip downward from her breasts, trailing hot lines along the trimness of her naked sides, encircling her narrow waist and then pausing to grip the tops of her soft white thighs, tightening his fingers and digging painfully into her sensitive flesh.

"Give me that hand!" he suddenly whispered.

"What?"

"I said… your hand… reach back between your legs and put your hand on my cock… put it in!"

"Brint… I can't… don't ask me…"

"Oh shit, Fran, come on! Reach behind and put it in!" he panted urgently.

Fran groaned, and finally in desperation and hoping to end the whole ordeal sooner, she reached back between her parted legs and closed her hand over her husband's hotly pulsating penis. It felt so big! Somehow it seemed bigger than she had ever known it to be, and even though she felt it must be her imagination, she still suspected that it might be true. Tonight would mark the turning point in their relationship in some manner… tonight was different! She felt that she just couldn't take all of him inside her from behind like this. Usually they made love in the more normal positions, but sometimes Brint got something crazy like this into his head. For a moment she thought of Giuliano… he'd had unusual ideas too, but somehow with him it had all seemed normal and natural, not hideously demeaning like this.

"It's going to go in too far!" she gasped fearfully.

Brint ignored his wife's statement and squeezed his fingers at the top of her cringing thighs, a signal that he was just about fed up with waiting for her to comply with his wishes. After all, he thought, it wasn't often that he asked her to do something different. He squeezed again, this time bringing a slight whimper of pain and indignation from Fran's lips.