Auditions 

        For several years, Linda Green had been
auditioning men to be her husband.  If you had pointed
that out to her, she would have denied it, and
probably would have felt insulted.  She believed that
selecting a husband should be based on love and
romance, not on an audition.  Except that the audition
was part of love and romance.  
        Linda knew that choosing a husband was the
most important decision a woman could make.   She
wanted to marry a man who would love and protect her
and her children and provide for them.  If a man could
not do that, marriage to him would be miserable.  In
addition, she was concerned about what she would call
the physical aspect of marriage.   If a man could not
provide physical and sexual satisfaction, that would
also be a road to misery.  
        Therefore, love would not be enough.  She knew
many couples, including her own parents, who clearly
loved each other, but who were not providing for each
other's satisfaction.   Why else would her father
surreptitiously visit loose women and her mother
complain of depression and headaches?  
        At first, the one of the auditions nearly
ended in tragedy.   Linda considered herself a good
woman, with moral standards.  She did not respect
floozies who would sleep with many men.   But Linda
liked to have a good time.  She let men take her to
dances and speakeasies where she could drink and dance
to fast music like the Charleston and the Lindy.  
	She especially liked going with Jake.   She met him
during her last year of teacher's college. She did not
really like being a teacher, but that was the easiest
way a woman could get an education.    In the
speak-easy, Jake appeared to know everybody.  He liked
spending money, especially on her.   But he was not
always sure he was getting his money's worth.   After
the dance, she would let Jake kiss her and feel her
body.   He would feel her breasts beneath her dress,
because, like many flappers, she did not wear one of
those newfangled bras.   But she would usually stop
him from going further. 
	One evening, she and Jake went to a rural speakeasy. 
The gin flowed freely, but the quality left to be
desired.  She danced and drank a bit too much.  As
they were leaving, Linda felt sick.  She could not
walk straight, and her stomach and head hurt.  Jake
was feeling the effects of the gin himself, so he was
not sure he could drive home.
He asked one of his friends what he should do.
	The friend said, "Look, this joint has cabins out the
back.  They use them as a brothel, but I'm sure you
and your girl friend could stay there until you
recover."
	Jake replied, "Thanks.  We'll be fine there for a few
hours, but I don't think Linda would stay in a
brothel."
	"She doesn't have to know.   Just tell her you are
staying there for her safety."
	Jake half led and half carried Linda to the cabin.  
She fell onto the bed, and he fell next to her.  She
soon fell asleep. 
	Jake stared at his girl  friend.   He put a hand on
her leg, under her dress.   This would be a chance to
get what she had denied him for several months.  He
lifted her dress until he saw her underpants.  He felt
around them until he could feel her mound below.  
She moaned quietly, but Jake mistook her drunken moans
for permission to go further.   He pulled her
underpants down the floor.  He stared at her sex for
several minutes, getting more aroused.  
	He lowered his pants and extracted his penis.  He
moved on top of her.
	She moaned, "Jake, what are you doing?  Please stop."
	He replied, tensely, "I have to have you, Linda."
	She objected, quietly,  "No.  That hurts.  Please
stop."
	Linda was still too inebriated to really be forceful.
 Jake was too aroused stop.  He entered her firmly and
thrust his prick in deep.  Because he was so excited
at finally getting Linda, he had no trouble reaching
orgasm.  He realized at the last minute, he had to
withdraw to avoid getting her pregnant.   Waves of cum
poured onto her leg and the sheets below.  Jake saw
the red stain of her virginity.  Linda was only barely
aware of what had happened.
	Jake used the bathroom to splash water on his face
and pull up his pants.   He helped Linda get up, pull
up her underwear, and lead her to the car.  He drove
her home, leaving her on the front steps of her
parents' house.
	Linda finally realized what had happened when she
woke the next morning with sticky fluids on her legs. 
 She took a bath and used a douche, hoping that would
be sufficient.   	
	Jake visited later that day, now sober and somewhat
embarrassed.  
	He said, "I'm sorry I took advantage of you last
night, Linda.  I like you very much.  If necessary, I
would do the honorable thing."
	She replied, "You mean you would marry me if I get
pregnant?"
	"Yes."
	"Thank you.  Let us hope that won't be necessary.   I
like you, too, but not enough to marry."
	Jake was a bit disappointed to hear that.
	He asked, "Are you  mad at me?"
	"A bit.  But I also blame myself.  I will never let a
man get me that drunk again."
	"But you lost your virginity."
	"So what?  That had to happen sooner or latter.  I'm
just glad it wasn't too painful.  If you had asked me,
rather than trying to seduce me, it might have been
better for both of us.  You might have been a good
husband.  Now, we'll never know. "
	A few weeks later, Linda called him.
	She said, "Good news.   I got my flow."
	"What does that mean."
	"It means I'm not pregnant.  We can go out again."
	They went dancing a few more nights, but Jake did not
enjoy himself if his date remained cold sober.  
Eventually, he stopped asking her out.  Linda didn't
mind breaking up with him. She needed someone more
responsible to be her husband.    A few years later, 
Jake and another girl friend were seriously hurt when
he tried to drive home from a speakeasy.  
	Linda got a job teaching primary school.  She
intended to quit as soon as she got married.  She
lived with her parents, but because she was working,
she paid them board and could go out whenever she
wanted.  She continued going on dates, and she
continued to make out with her dates, but she tried to
be more selective.  
	Eventually, she found two men who interested her
seriously, and whom she interested also.  Each man was
handsome, in his own way.  The first was Mathew Smith.
 His father owned a woman's clothing store.  He knew
her brother from college.  The other was Joe Singer,
who was attending medical school.   Her father really
liked Joe because he wanted the status of saying, my
son in law the doctor.  However, Mathew had money
because he worked in this father's store, while for
Joe, any income was years away.  Therefore, she was
more receptive to Mathew.
	Linda and Mathew started to date exclusively.  He was
very affectionate, and made her feel good.  He bought
her sweaters from the store.  She could imagine
marrying him. 
	One day, they went of a picnic in a park.  They
walked some distance from the main part of the park so
they could be alone.  They spread out their blanket,
so they could take their sandwiches and colas.  After
lunch, Linda lay back, admiring the trees.  Mathew
leaned over her to kiss her.   She grabbed him and
pulled him down to her body. He felt her breasts
through her blouse.  She opened her blouse to give him
more room.
	He said, "I'd love to feel your body."
	She replied, "I'd let you have me, but we would need
more privacy, and you would have to use a latex
condom."
	"I don't like those things."
	"I'm sorry, but that is my rule.  Either that or
marry me now." 
	"I do want to marry you eventually, as soon as the
store can support both of us.  As for now, I'll use
the condom.   I know where we can go, but not today. 
Today, we'll just enjoy the fresh air."
	A few days later, Mathew and Linda had dinner at a
nice restaurant.   After dinner, he said, "I have some
special that I want to show you.  It has plenty of
privacy."
	They drove back to his store, which had closed for
the night.  Mathew led Linda in the back way and up
some stairs.   They entered a small bedroom that had
been above the store.
	Mathew said, "This building was once an apartment. We
kept the bedroom in case we want to be here early or
stay late.  No one will bother us here."
	Linda kissed him warmly.   She had looked forward to
being with him in bed. 
	She said, "Let me take off my dress, so we can enjoy
each other."	
	She stripped down to her petticoat, and lay on the
bed.   He also removed his street clothes and lay next
to her.  They kissed and fondled each other's bodies. 
She loved what he was doing to her.  
	He said, "I want you, Linda."
	"Take me, Mathew.   Just be sure to wear that
condom."
	He reached into his pocket to extract the condom.  
He put it on, even though he found it uncomfortable. 
He got on top of her again, to fondle her through her
underpants.
	She said, "Let me get rid of my panties."
	She pulled them off, letting him have full access to
her.  He got on top of her and tried to enter her
pussy.  She was not fully moist, but he was too
excited to notice.  He thrust around wildly in side
her pussy.  Soon he was grunting and panting.  
	"Oh Linda, this is too much," he grunted,
breathlessly.  
	Soon he was gushing into the condom.   He was
finished before Linda had time to get started.  When
he got up to empty the condom, she lay there wondering
whether it was worth it.   
	She decided to give him another chance.  When he
proposed marriage, she readily accepted.  She thought
that it would be better if they were engaged.  She
found marriage manuals, which instructed the finer
points of sexual arousal.   It got better with him,
but still he was too quick to satisfy her completely. 
	One day, Linda wanted to talk to Mathew about the
wedding.  She looked for him in the store, but could
not find him.  Other employees denied knowing where he
was.   She decided to wait for him in the apartment.
	A sales girl yelled, "You can't go up there, madam."
	She replied, "I am Mathew's fiancé, and I can go
where I want."
	When she got to the room, she heard noises.  She
entered the room to find Mathew naked on his back, and
a naked woman on top of him.   She was in the obvious
throws of sexual ecstasy.   Linda looked at them,
horrified.  
	Mathew was about to cum when he saw her.   He let
loose a torrent, while the woman shrieked with
pleasure.  
	Mathew screamed at Linda, "It's not what you think,
dear.  This woman means nothing to me."	
	The woman got off him.  She said, angrily, "What do
mean I mean nothing to you? I just let you hump me
instead of miss goody two shoes over there." 
	The woman grabbed her dress and stormed out of the
room.
	At first Linda was speechless.  Finally she yelled,
"I don't care what she means.  How dare you treat her
better than you treat me?"  	
	Linda pulled threw her engagement ring at him and
also stormed out of the room.   Linda found the woman
out side the store.
	Linda said to her, "I just broke up with him.  You
can have him.  Just one thing. How long has this been
going on?"
	"About a year."
	"Does he bring you off every time?"
	"Usually."
	"He never brings me off. That bastard."
	"Maybe it's you, not him," the woman said, with a
pout, and a look of victory.
	Linda was not angry that Mathew had a mistress.   She
expected that some men desired a lot of sex.  However,
she was angry that he kept his mistress after becoming
engaged to her and giving his mistress greater
satisfaction than he gave to her. 
Linda began to wonder if it really was her.   Maybe
she was expecting too much of men.  She knew that
women take longer than men to get aroused.  Maybe she
just encountered men who were too impatient.  She
still hoped to marry.  She couldn't bear spending the
rest of her life teaching grade school.  She reduced
her dating for a while, in order to sort out her
feelings.  She did not wonder about the other man, Joe
Singer, the medical student. 
	Joe sort of forgot about Linda when he found out that
she was engaged to Mathew.  He continued dating,
usually nurses or other women in the hospital. 
Occasionally, he got lucky with a woman, but usually
he did not, especially since he did not have a car or
his own apartment.  When he got lucky, he always
insisted on using a condom.  He devoted himself to
finishing his medical school and internship, until he
could start his own practice.
	He bought an office at the end of the trolley line. 
He found he could easily earn the trust of his mostly
working class and middle class patients. He rented the
lower half of a flat, and used the front as an office
and the back as an apartment.  
	One patient was Mr. and Mrs. O'Grady.   Mr. O'Grady
was dying of cirrhotic liver disease due to
alcoholism.  He wanted a doctor to tell him he could
continue drinking, in spite of prohition.  Joe
disappointed him in that regard.  Mr. O'Grady could no
longer work, so Mrs. O'Grady supported him and her
family by cleaning houses.   When it came time to pay
for the office visit, the O'Gradys had only a few
dollars, which they needed for food. 
	Joe said, "Mrs. O'Grady, I need someone to clean the
office once a week. I would be glad to pay for that,
which you could use to pay the medical bills, with
something left over for the family."
	She agreed to clean for him once a week.
	One day, he saw Mrs. O'Grady studying his anatomy
textbook.  She was staring at a nude male profile.  
	Joe asked, "What are you doing, Mrs. O'Grady?"
	She answered, "I'm sorry, doctor.  It's just that
it's been so long, and I miss it."
	"What do you miss?"
	"A man.  My husband is no good to me, and any other
man would tell him.  They would think I'm a bad girl."
	She leaned against him, crying.  
	"Your desires are natural, not bad.  But you have to
be sure that you don't hurt yourself, or your family."
	"How would I do that?"
	Rather than answering, Joe kissed her passionately.  
She held him close.  Mrs. O'Grady was several years
older than Joe.  She was not as pretty as she once
was, but she retained a sensuous face.   She had four
children, all of them in Catholic school.   Joe pushed
against the bed, and began undoing her dress.  
	She complained, "We shouldn't do this, doctor.   I'm
Catholic so I can't use a rubber, and I don't want to
get pregnant again."
	"How old are you?"
	"Forty three."
	"In that case, there is no problem."
	She was greatly reassured to hear that.  She
unbuttoned her dress herself, and tossed on the bed.  
	She cried, "Help me, doctor.  I know I'm a bad girl,
but I need it so much." 
	He grabbed her and made her lean against the bed.  He
picked up her petticoat and tossed it over her head. 
He then pulled down her under paints. 
	He said, "If you are bad, you have to get spanked."
	He slapped her on the buttocks several times,
eliciting cries of pain and joy.  He inserted a finger
in her slit.   She leaned down to hump herself on his
digit.  
	"That feels good," she exclaimed. 
	He pulled down his pants and underpants.  
	He said, "I hope this feels better."
	He inserted his prick in her moist vagina.  Because
she had had children, she was not as tight as she was,
but that did not matter.  He slammed home all the way.
 
	She exclaimed, "Yes!  That what I need!  Do it!  Do
it!"
	She pushed back at him, making him increase his
pressure.  He pulled at her ample breasts, tweaking
them slightly.  
	She cried, "Yes!   Hurt me!  I'm a bad girl!  Make me
cum!"
	He pinched her tits harder, making her more excited. 
He pushed percussively at her pussy, letting his
pelvis strike her ass. 
	She cried, "Yes! It's happening!" 
	Powerful orgasms rocked her entire body.  Joe pounded
her until he felt the tensions in his prick overwhelm
him. He sent spurts of cum into her hungry pussy.
	When he pulled out, she fell onto the bed.   It took
them several minutes to recover their breath.  
	She finally said, "That was what I needed.  Now I
feel better."
	He replied, "Good.   Doctors are supposed to make
people feel better.  But we had better be careful not
to try that too often.  We don't want people to talk."
	"I can just come over to clean, as always.  If you
want, I can add it to your cleaning bill. "
	"Yes. But only if I don't have a patient.  And a day
may come when I get married, when we'll have stop. " 
	Thus Rosie O'Grady became Joe's occasional mistress. 
They had sex two or three times a month, as the
schedules permitted. There was no love between them. 
Just lust and necessity.  Joe continued to date,
looking for love elsewhere. 
	Joe heard from someone that Linda had broken her
engagement, although he did not hear why.  A call to
Linda's parents confirmed that. Joe hoped that she
would still be interested in a date.  She was.
	On the evening when he went to pick her up, she
remarked, "Oh, you have a car now."
	He replied, "Yes, and an apartment, too.   I'm
finally starting my own medical practice.  A car is
very important to enable a modern physician to make
house calls. You can call me Dr. Singer."
	"I'm very impressed, Dr. Singer."
	They went out for dinner.  Joe explained his
practice.  It involved general medicine, but only
simple surgery.   The primary emphasis was on
preventing disease and making sick patients
comfortable.   Actual cure was difficult.  
	He said, "Basically, their job is to get well, and I
get the credit."
	She said, "That sounds very easy."
	"Actually, it is a lot of work.  Patients can call me
night or day.   My practice is still pretty small, but
I'm growing.  As it grows, I will have less time to
devote to family and friends."
	She felt very comfortable with him.   She also
admired him for doing things that helped others.  
	When he took her home after the date, they gave each
other a full mouth kiss.  
	They had several more dates, each ending with a grope
and kiss in his car.    She realized what she had been
missing since she broke up with Mathew. 
	They had been dating for several months.   When they
went to the orchestra, he asked, "Do you want to see
what a medical office looks like?"
	"Yes.  I've always been curious."
	They drove to his apartment.  
	He explained, "I have a waiting room, an examining
room, and a small consulting room in front.  In back,
I have my personal bedroom and kitchen.  I have my
examining equipment here, where I have a small
autoclave, to sterilize syringes and other tools."
	"Do you have a living room or personal sitting room?"
	"I just use my waiting room or consulting room for
that.  It saves money.  Do you want some coffee?"
	"Yes, I'd love some."
	He went into the kitchen to brew some on the gas
stove.   She followed him.  When it was ready they sat
at a small kitchen table.  
	"Is this where you eat?"
	"Yes.  I just do eggs and steaks here.  Often I eat
at a local deli.  I'm not a good cook."
	"I'll have to come over and cook for you, sometime." 
	"That would be wonderful."
	When she got up, he went over to her to give her a
passionate kiss.   She put her arms around him,
pulling him tight.  
	She asked, "Do you want me?"
	"Yes.  More than anything.  I've been attracted to
you for years."
	"I like you very much, too."
	He escorted her into the bedroom.  There, he tenderly
unbuttoned the top of her dress.  
	She said, "Let me do this."
	She took off her dress.  He could see her breasts
beneath her petticoat.  He removed his shirt and
slacks.  They kissed again.  They sat on the bed,
until he pushed her down.  He kissed her again and
fondled her breasts.  She sighed, as he touched her
sensitive nipples.  He did not think she was a virgin,
but he decided to take it slower than he would want.  

	Finally she said, "If you want to do it, you will
have to use a latex condom."
	He replied, "Of course.  Couples should always use a
prophylactic."
	He lifted her petticoat until her underpants were
visible. He felt around her underpants, until he could
feel her mound.   
	He said, "Let's do this right.  Take off your
petticoat and underpants, while I remove my shorts."
	She stood up and pulled off her remaining clothes. 
	He said, admiringly, "I can't believe how pretty you
are."
	She had never been naked with a man before, or seen a
naked man, not even Mathew.  She found the experience
very exciting.  He also turned down the lights in
bedroom, pulled off his clothes, and got a condom from
the drawer.   He lay next to her, feeling her naked
body.  He kissed her breasts, and then moved down to
kiss her stomach.  
He even kissed her bush, lightly.  He put a finger in
her slit, making it warm and moist.  
	She said, softly, "Put on the rubber, and then put
your thing in me.  I want you to take me."  
	He donned the condom, and them moved on top of her.
	"I want you, Linda."
	"Yes, take me.  I'm yours."
	He eased his penis into her slit.  He moved slowly,
trying to build her excitement. 
	She sighed, "That feels so good."
	He gradually increased his pace.  She put her harms
around him, holding him tight. 
	She exclaimed, "Oh my God!  I don't believe what
you're doing to me!"
	She bent her legs, so she could push up at him. 
Their rhythms got faster. 
	"Oh my God.  Yes! Yes! Yes!" she yelled as her body
began to vibrate orgasmicly. She threw her head back
and thrust up her pelvis.  Her speech degenerated into
tiny yelps. 
He began to pound into her, until his pleasure built
to the braking point.  He let forth a powerful grunt
as he poured jolts of cum into the condom.  
	They were both breathless.  Finally he pulled out and
lay next to her. 
	"I have to deal with this condom, before it leaks,"
he said.
	He used the bathroom, and then returned to bed.  
	She said, quietly, "That was wonderful.  I did not
know a man and a woman could do that to each other. "
	He said, "Stick with me, baby, and I'll show you lots
of things a man and woman can do."
	"I plan to stick with you.   You make me feel
wonderful."
	"You make me feel good, too.  If we're not careful,
we're going to fall in love."
	"I don't think we should be too careful."
	They lay there for another half an hour.  
	He said, "I had better take you home.  I don't want
patients to see us here, or I'd let you spend the
night."
	"We're not ready to spend the night together yet."
	"But I definitely want to see you again, soon."
	Within a month, they were engaged. 
	Because Linda worked during the week as a teacher,
they usually only had Saturday nights together.  Joe
wanted sex more often, but once a week would have to
do.  She never spent the night, mainly for fear of
embarrassing the neighbors.  
	One day when she had a school vacation, Joe brought
her to the office.  He introduced her to Rosie.
	He said, "Rosie, this is my new fiancé, Linda Green. 
 Linda, Rosie helps clean the office and apartment.  
Rosie, when we get married, Linda will be in charge of
the apartment, so you will coordinate your schedule
with her.  Also, for the other matter we have been
arranging, I can refer you to someone else."
	The women shook hands.
	Rosie replied, "I'm glad to meet the future Mrs.
Singer.  As to the other matter, since my husband
died, I have been keeping company with a man I met at
church.   With him, I no longer feel like a bad girl. 
 When is the wedding?"
	Joe replied, "Probably in the summer.  We haven't set
a firm date."
	"Are you going to continue to live here?"
	"At least at first.  We'll move when we have a
family."
	When Rosie left, Linda asked, "Is she your mistress?"
	"Mistress is too dignified a term.  Besides, I don't
need her because I have you."
	Linda felt very gratified to hear that
	They decided to get married at end of the summer.
Linda realized that Joe had passed all her auditions
except the final one, the honeymoon. 
	Because he was a young doctor with a new practice,
Joe had not taken much vacation.  They decided to take
a week off.    The first few days would be a honeymoon
at the shore, and the rest of the week would be
getting Linda moved into the apartment.
	The wedding took place at on Saturday night.   They
spent the night at a hotel in town, planning to take a
train to the shore on Sunday.
	When they arrived to their room, they were both tired
from the day's activities.
	Joe said, "Let's just rest tonight.  We can begin the
marriage tomorrow.  After all, it's not as if we never
have been in bed together."
	Linda put on a nightgown, and Joe put on his pajama. 
They got into bed for the night.   They slept for an
hour.  But Linda snuggled up to him, and Joe found
himself getting excited.  He put his arms around her,
and then put a hand under the nightgown.
He kissed her gently.  
	He said, "I want my wife now."
	"Yes, I want you, too."
	"Let's take off our clothes."
	They got undressed.  Soon he was on top of her,
kissing her breasts and chest.  He put a hand in her
pussy.  She sighed.  
	He said, "Now that we're married, I don't want to use
a condom.  I want to feel all of you."
	He gently entered her body.  Soon, they were moving
passionately with each other.  
She arched her back and pushed up at his pelvis.  
	He muttered, "I want to fill you up."
	"Yes, fill me with your wonderful sperm."
	She was delighted with the feeling of powerful gushes
hitting the walls of her cervix.  A naked penis felt
much better than one covered by latex.  
	When he was finished, he relaxed, but he did not pull
out of her.
	He said, "I don't have to empty the condom, so I can
stay here with you." 
	He jiggled his pelvis, moving his deflated prick
softly inside her.
	She giggled.   "I love you moving inside me.  I want
you like this all night."
	They kissed, and talked about how they felt.  Each
one moved on the bed.  Soon, his prick gradually
reacquired its stiffness.  He moved into her more
firmly.
	"I want you again," he said, short of breath.
	"Yes, take me again.  Make me your wife."
	He moved more rapidly.  The wonderful feeling
permeating her body amazed her. 
	She cried, "Oh Joe, that feels wonderful.   Do me as
hard as you can.  Make me climax."
	He continued to pound into her.  His penis expanded
until the pressure was unbearable. 
	She cried again, "Yes! I'm there! I'm climaxing!"
	He said, "Are you ready for me?"
	"Yes, darling.  I'm here for you."
	The damn on his prick burst open, releasing a
powerful surge of cum.  As she felt him release,
another orgasm exploded over her body.  
	This time when he was finished, he pulled out of her.

	She whispered, "That was wonderful.  I'm glad I
married you.  You can do anything you want with my
body, as long as you don't hurt me."
	"I would never hurt you.  I love you too much."
	"I know.  I love you, too.  That is why I trust you
to do anything with me."
	They fell asleep, and did not wake up until it was
time to go to the second part of the honeymoon.  Linda
felt that her husband had passed the wedding night
part of the audition. The honeymoon was the rest of
the audition. 
	The next day they took a train to the Atlantic shore.
 Joe had arranged for them to stay in the honeymoon
suite of a nice hotel.  They walked the boardwalk and
had dinner. 
	After dinner, they went back to their room.  They
brushed their teeth and got ready for bed.
	Linda said, "Let's just get undressed.  There is no
point of putting on a night gown."
	Joe agreed. He turned off most of the electric lamps.
  He stripped down to this underwear.  Linda decided
to remove everything.  
	She announced, provocatively, "Come and get it, big
boy."
	Joe was pleased by her suggestiveness.  He removed
his shorts.  He approached her, embracing her
passionately.  They hugged tightly for several
minutes, while Joe fondled her buttocks.  
	Joe said, quietly, "This is getting me excited."
	"I can tell."
	They pressed their pelvises together.  They kissed,
their tongues penetrating each other's mouths. 
	He said, "I want you right now."
	She tried to pull away.
	He asked, "Where are you going?"
	"To the bed, so we can make love."
	"I meant now, here, standing up."
	"How do we make love standing up?"
	"This way."
	He guided her to a desk in the room.  
	"Sit on the edge of the desk.  I can stand here and
we can do it."
	She sat on the desk and opened her legs.  He bent his
legs slightly, until he was level with her pussy.  He
then pushed in hard.   After the previous night, he
saw no reason to be gentle.  He wanted her to feel his
need and the passion of his love.  She put her legs
around his waist and seized his body.  His passion was
sending her up the heights of erotic excitement. Soon,
she was perspiring and breathing heavily.  She closed
her eyes to focus on the feelings engulfing her body. 

	She exclaimed, "Oh my God!  I'm going to climax on
this desk."
	Joe did not relent.  He stood in front of her,
thrusting deeper and harder. 
	She screamed with delight, "You are making me climax
again." 
	He jammed into her harder than before.  Their bodies
were united in need and pleasure.  
	She muttered, "I'm climaxing again. I'm not able to
take much more."
	He grunted, "Neither am I."
	He poured his semen into her.  Each thrust brought
electric sparks from his prick.  
He grunted, "More!  More! More!" as repeated jolts of
cum jammed deep into her eager quim.   She was almost
feinting from the pleasure she had just endured.
	He slowly pulled out of her, kissing her sweetly. 
She held him tight.  
	She asked, "Now can we go to bed?"
	"Yes, my sweet wife, we can."
	They got into bed, without bothering to dress. 
	She woke up the next morning, feeling dirty from
semen and sweat.
	She announced, "I need to take a bath."
	He replied, "Let's bathe together.   I'll wash you
and you can wash me."
	She got up to run the water in the tub.  When the tub
was full enough, she called him.  They climbed in. 
Linda was used to how men feel in the dark, but she
had never seen a naked man in daylight. They knelt in
the tub, while he washed her body, paying especial
attention to her breasts and pussy.  
	When he was finished rinsing her off, he said, "Now
you wash me."
	She took the washcloth to lather his body.   He stood
up in the tub so she could wash his penis.   She
wanted to give it special care, since it was the
source of her pleasure.  She was surprised when it
expanded in her hands.
	She asked, "Your thing is growing.  Does that mean
you want me again?"
	"I'll always want you.  However, we can wait until
tonight, if you want."
	"No.  I want you now, too.  You are the best thing
that ever happened to me, and I want you to know it."
	They dried off and returned to bed.  
	He instructed, "Continue to play with my penis.  You
make it feel good."
	She was delighted to play a more active role in their
lovemaking.  She read about women who actually get on
top of their men, but she was not ready for that, yet.
  Instead, she continued to fondle his rod, and then
she lay back so he could rub her clitoris. 
	She sighed, "You have the greatest hands."
	He moved on top of her to enter her slit. As a
physician in his time, Joe did not want to bring her
off by hand, because he believed that a clitoral
orgasm was less mature than a vaginal orgasm.  
	He said, "Let's take it nice and slow, so we can
enjoy it."
	This time, he did not show any urgency.  He moved
slowly, but deep.  But she was more impatient.   She
threw her legs over his shoulders.  
	She gasped, "Pound me, Joe.  Make me climax again and
again."
	He picked his pace.  "What ever Linda wants, Linda
gets," he said.
	Soon, she was writhing and moaning on the bed, as her
body convulsed with pleasure.  She yelled
breathlessly, "Oh, my God!  Oh, my God!"
	 Joe had no trouble staying hard without ejaculating.
 Whenever she reached a climax, Joe would relax for a
few minutes, and then resume.  
	Finally she said, "Rest time!" 
	Joe took that as a cue to hit her harder until he was
ready to release his own torrent.  As he came into
her, she lost the perception of the boundary between
her body and his.  The ecstatic intimacy overwhelmed
them both.  
	When he was finished, he lay next to her.  
	She whispered, "You are too much. I did not think my
body was capable of so much pleasure.   I think I
married a sex fiend."
	"Would you have it any other way?"
	"No.  I am glad I married you.  But please let me
rest.  I'm worn out."
	"If it makes you feel any better, I'm worn out, too."
	They kissed and snuggled so long, they almost missed
breakfast.
	For the rest of they honeymoon, they walked along the
beach holding hands, had delicious dinners, and tried
to go dancing in the hotel.   Joe was not a very good
dancer.  They made passionate love each night, letting
Linda have her view of the ceiling.  They slept in the
nude.  However, they rested instead making love in
each morning. 
	On the last night before returning to the city they
went dancing.  When they returned to the hotel, they
began to get undressed.  
	Linda said, " Joe, let's try it differently this
time.  Making love with you is wonderful, but we don't
want to get jaded." 
	"What did you have in mind?"
	"I don't know.  I read in the marriage manuals about
all those positions."
	"Do you want to try one in particular?"
	"No.  We'll do what you want.  My body belongs to
you.  You own me.  But I also own you."
	Joe was delighted to hear that he could do what he
wanted with his wife, but he wasn't sure about owning
another human being.
	Joe said, "I have an idea.  Turn around."
	He approached her from the back.   He wrapped his
arms around her, playing with her breasts.   He also
put a hand on her pussy.  She leaned back against his
body, moaning softly.  He pressed his penis against
her buttocks.  She reached behind her to grab it,
until it was stiff as a rod.  
	He instructed, "Let on all fours in the bed."
	"What are you going to do?"
	"You'll see.  If you don't like it, just tell me."
	When she was in position, Joe stood on the floor and
entered her from behind.
	"This is so delightfully naughty," she cooed. 
	She pushed back at him to increase the contact.  He
reached around her to grab her tits.  He used them for
leverage to pull her back to him. This enabled him to
set a steady pace.
	She said, "I love it this way.  I can move better."
	She grunted as she pushed her body against him.   Her
buttocks slapped against his pelvis, like a pair of
hands clapping.   The sounds of their mounting
excitement filled the room.  
	She screamed, "My God!  I am going to climax this
way." 
	Pushed against him firmly, almost knocking him
backwards.  He held her until her climax was over, and
then resumed his pace.  He started to slap her
buttocks.  She made no objection, since she correctly
perceived it as a sign of his passion.  Because she
could assist in setting the rhythm, she let herself
build to another climax.  However, the increased
rhythm also brought Joe to the braking point.
	He grunted, "Are you ready?"
	She replied, breathlessly, "Yes.  Give me
everything."
	His penis began to glow.  He pushed into her as hard
and deep as possible, until he popped into a flowing
stream of orgasmic pleasure.   
	When he was finished, he collapsed next to her on the
bed.  She fell forward, turned and held him tight. 
They kissed gently.  
	She said, "I like it that way almost as much as they
regular way.   I can't believe I married such a
passionate man."
	"You bring it out in me.  I can't believe I married
such a passionate woman." 
	"I love you."
	"Thank you.  I love you too."
	They fell asleep in each other's arms.  The next day,
they got up and returned to the city.   Linda had no
doubts about the success of her audition. They moved
into his apartment next to his office.  However, the
next year they had to move because Linda gave birth to
a healthy boy.