Jackie's childhood had been so repressive, for example, that she didn't even know it "wasn't nice" to stage little strip shows for her husband; she had discovered that he liked watching her undress, and saw no reason why she shouldn't make a performance out of it if he liked it. Her mother would have been properly horrified, of course, but her mother wasn't there. Thus Jackie eased the cups of her bra off her firmly swelling breasts, teasing him along by showing a nipple and then covering it up.

Max devoured her with his eyes as he skinned out of his own clothes, stripping down to his briefs. He left those on, knowing that Jackie found it especially exciting to watch his stiff cock swell the front of the knitted cotton until it seemed about to burst the thin barrier.

She tired of her game and sent the bra flying, thrusting her ruddy nipples into the air before her with a carefree gesture.

She stepped out of her skirt and loafers quickly and began rolling her thin, skimpy panties down her hips until they resembled a G-string. The dark, curling fringe of hair that peeked over the rolled nylon added another fillip of excitement to Max's viewing.

Jackie walked over to him and began easing his shorts down, her eyes glittering. "I never cease to wonder," she breathed softly, "that I lived for twenty-three years and never knew that men had such wonderful, beautiful things as this in their trousers! Oh, Max, I just never get tired of looking at your sweet prick!"

Since neither of them knew the proper clinical terms for the delicious things their marriage had revealed to them, they innocently used the terminology Max had picked up in college dormitories.