Some women when young, start out in their sex lives with men, naturally equipped with a love of life and their own sexual natures. They follow their instincts, and for the most part, are not steered wrong by them. If they could just maintain this attitude throughout their marriages, the results would probably be happy and healthy for both partners.
But social values change, and the bouncy young girl, in her efforts to be accepted by a different social group, may feel that she must change many of her attitudes. For the sake of being popular in her new social environment, the once uninhibited woman may repress her own attitudes and tell herself that they really weren't much good in the first place.
However, passionate feelings and romantic notions especially when honestly felt, can only be repressed for so long. If the woman succeeds in keeping them out of her conscious actions, they will crop up in some other way. Psychosomatic illnesses are one manifestation of this, but more commonly it may be a general state of unrest, and anger with oneself on those occasions when the woman's real feelings come tumbling out and she once again shows passion and affection for her mate in physical ways. The battle with her own nature will start all over again, and all this energy expended in conflict is bound to make the marriage suffer.
It would be difficult for her to listen to her husband's arguments with an open mind as he, in effect, on this issue would certainly be a member of the opposing party. Pride may get in the way as well, making it difficult for the woman in the later stages of their disagreement to admit that she was having some strong doubts on her own. In this way she prevents herself from taking advantage of the best help she could get, that which would come from a living and understanding mate.
Sadly then, she must wage this war with herself alone, finding her socially correct ideals on one side of the battle line, her love and her marriage on the other. Everything looks appealing, many things from both sides give her pleasure.
Which side will win? The strength of the armies has something to do with the outcome, of course. If her friends are more convincing, holding out glamour or prestige as the prize, they may very well convince her to repress her other needs so well that she believes in their way fully.
But if her love for her husband is stronger, and he can recognize the turmoil that she is suffering, then he just may be able to do something effective about it. The first step of course, is to get the woman to open up and tell him of her doubts and all the new things that she has been hearing. Understanding conversation without recriminations is the best and the first step towards any emotional healing process.
From there it can be so much easier to bring everything out in the open, such as what motivated her to become involved with such a contrary attitude to her marriage in the first place. If there were things wrong in the marriage this would be the time to discuss them.
Openness and understanding usually seems to be the key.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"If I knew you would turn out to be this much of a prude, I never would have married you, Jean. You should have become a missionary or a nun, instead of a wife."
This was the sort of sarcastic remark Jean told herself she must bear up under and have patience because the day had to come when she would be able to make Mark see things her way. True, it had taken her four years of marriage in which she was beginning to like the games that she and Mark would play in bed before she finally saw the light. But that was all behind her now and she was proud of her hard work at overcoming her own sexuality.
At age twenty-nine, Jean didn't look all that much different than when she broke all male hearts in the vicinity of Carter College. She had been a cheerleader, home-coming queen, and the beauty contest winner at the local fair for three years running. All the glamour and popularity had gone to her head and during the years before her marriage to the captain of the football team, Jean had been a conceited and fairly wild young girl.
Every guy in school was after her ass, and with good reason. Jean was a stunning young girl and had shown all the signs, even back then, of becoming a gorgeous woman. Her raven hair hung long and straight all the way down her back to her waistline and was a startling contrast to the creamy ivory of her skin. Even her eyes were dramatic, large and of a piercing green, and once a man's eyes were caught by them, he became hypnotized by their spell. Her features were pretty enough to be called perfect, from her tiny turned up nose and high cheekbones to her strong and dimpled chin. And, if a man could tear his eyes away from her exquisite face, he had an even greater treat in store for him when looking at her ripe and agile body.
Jean was not exceptionally tall, but she did have a pair of long, shapely legs over which the supple curve of hips just rounded enough to be enticing made many a male mouth water to dive right in there. Her waist was tiny enough for a pair of hands to fit right around it, and the breasts standing high above them were positively spectacular. For knockers as huge as Jean's they were outstandingly firm and upright. All in all, a truly delicious package.
Her marriage to Mark had taken place during graduation week, and was the highlight of that social season, along with the marriages of several of their friends. All had coupled off just as predicted by the group gossips and the wishes of their parents. How could it be any other way? Looks, job futures, and social position. If the couple had that, they had everything.
She knew Mark thought he was marrying a really hot number, and Jean supposed during their school days that she was. All the girls put out for the guys in one way or another, and Jean did more than most, except for one last holdout. Jean in those days would do everything but take on a cock in the conventional way.
Mark knew that she had been giving blow-jobs to the last couple of boyfriends that she had before getting engaged to him, but he had supposed that in comparison to all of her girlfriends who were screwing every boy that they dated, she was one of the good girls. After all, he was no different than the rest of the guys. He would have liked to fuck her if he could, but he wanted to be the only one.
Jean refused him her cherry until after they were married, but she didn't refuse him anything else. They had some great times out in the woods behind the campus.
Like that beautiful starlit night in late April of their senior year when the urge to fuck was really in the air. They had to walk pretty far into the woods to find a secluded spot, and Jean had giggled because they could hear the whispers and moans of other kids in hidden nooks all around the area. They couldn't be seen by their friends, but it was still a comfort to Jean to know that everyone fooled around to some extent.
In those days she really did enjoy the delights of sexual foreplay and her contemporaries made her feel that it was all quite natural. After she had made Mark scout around the immediate vicinity to be sure that they would not be observed, the girl had no reservations about stripping to the buff and then lying on the stadium blanket that Mark had thoughtfully brought along.
She lay there on her back with her hand resting comfortably on her muff and scratched herself innocently while she watched Mark's naked body shine in the moonlight. How beautifully he was built from his powerful chest and well-muscled shoulders to his trim waist. And the big cock that he sported, hard in an instant and always ready for action, had to be the best in the bunch.
It looked positively electrically charged gleaming there above her and her cunt watered just at the sight of it. It never occurred to her back then that there was anything wrong in getting aroused and hungering for hot cock. In fact, she had thought many times of giving her cherry up to Mark since it was almost certain knowledge that they would be married, but she had a very selfish and not very moral motive for holding out until the wedding night. Jean simply wanted Mark to go crazy and do just about anything she wanted before she gave him the big reward.
She supposed he had a pretty good idea of what she was doing, but he never confronted her with it. In later years he would wish to pay her back many times for her silly game-playing, but back then, naked as they were .under the stars, all that mattered was the fun at hand. Mark had supposed that any little piece of ass who was so hot in every other sexual way was going to be pure dynamite when it came to the real fucking and was certainly worth a little more patience.
Jean had instilled this in his mind with her arrogant ways and making him feel lucky that he was getting anything at all from her. Well, she had a right to think that way, because back then, everything that she did dish out was sensational.
After Mark had folded his clothes into a makeshift pillow for Jean's head, he got down on his knees above it, his hard and dripping cock poised right over her full lips. Jean threw her head way back and looked straight up into the eye of it.
"MMMMmmm, looks yummy," she whispered.
"Why don't you take a little lick?"
"Come on down to me, love, and let me at that delicious lollipop of yours."
Sucking cock happened to be a pastime that Jean very much enjoyed in those days, and she did it exceptionally well. Mark leaned forward on his knees and by the time he had his cockhead lowered all the way down to her lips, they were wide open and ready to take him on.
Her tongue was out and Mark shuddered as he felt his throbbing shaft passing along the velvety softness of it on the way down her throat. She started licking all around it before it was even in very far, and reached up with both hands at the same time so that she could tickle his balls and run a finger along under towards the crack of his ass.
No one had ever taught her how to turn a man on. In those days it was all sheer inspiration. Back then Jean still had some measure of respect for virile manhood and even admired guys who were especially sexy. How the years had turned her life around!
At that time her enjoyment of sex was quite obvious. Every shudder of delight that she caused in Mark's body was a source of smug excitement for her. She knew what power she had over him when using her sexuality to advantage, and this time would be no different than the rest. No matter how much pleasure she derived from the sex play itself, what it did to her sense of superiority when seeing Mark's reactions was a still greater kick for her.
"Ohhhh, baby. How I love what you do with your mouth," he moaned. "Nothing like it."
She knew that he wasn't exaggerating. Jean had sucked quite a few cocks by then, and every one of the guys owning them had gone at least as crazy, and sometimes more. They had usually been willing to do anything she asked for a round with her talented mouth, and it was a source of secret pride to her that certain guys who swore they would never eat a girl's cunt had eaten hers in exchange for one of her famous blow-jobs.
But Mark was the big man on campus, with a track record that was much higher than the other guys for scoring and scoring well. If she was going to hold on to him without surrendering her cherry, then Jean knew she must be at her best in all the other departments. So she gave him with samples and promises the assumption that she would really develop into something of a nymph once they were married.
Right then her tongue and mouth were working as if she intended to literally devour his cock before she was through and leave him with nothing but his balls, and those weren't being ignored either. She had one in the palm of each hand and was bouncing them around playfully as Mark began to lean way over her face and move his body gently up and down.
From the sound of his moans she knew that it wouldn't be long before he would be delirious with pleasure and eager to give her something in return for the great favor that she was bestowing upon him. Mark had never been crazy about eating cunt, but Jean had her special methods of persuasion and now that he was doing it to her regularly, he had become very good at it.
She especially liked it when he got down on his knees and crept under her skirt while she stood above him wearing no underwear at all. He looked so submissive in that position that she would come a gusher and in hardly any time at all.
But fifty-fifty wasn't going to be too bad either. The night was balmy and stimulating and her cunt was already twitching to be pampered. All she had to do was give him what he wanted until he could resist no longer, and down his head would go, right between her outspread legs.
In order to work him just as she preferred, Jean had to use one of her hands to tug some of his meat out of her mouth by the stem of it. Now she was able to lick up and down it with long, juicy strokes, and all the while her lips were tightly pressed around the shaft. His body was quivering already and his moans becoming more insistent, but this was only the beginning of what she was going to do.
She pulled back even more on his dick until just the crimson knob of it was left in her mouth. Searching for the supersensitive gland at either side of it with her tongue, Jean pressed in lightly and felt the tremor of pleasure run all along his dick and then made his balls jiggle in her hands as they swelled up even more.
When she had gone back and forth from one side of the prick head to the other a few times, and heard his breath going ragged, Jean ran her tongue up to the very tip of it where she stabbed right into the eye of the dripping thing and scooped up the juices that she found there before rolling them back along her tongue and down her throat. The happy slurping sounds that she was making as she worked turned Mark on even more, and from the way that his body seemed to be slumping forward, she guessed that he only needed a few more seconds of her royal treatment before she could ask him for what she wanted and get an immediate response.
So she started back up his dick again towards his belly, her tongue working in delicious wet spirals all the time and making Mark pant furiously while his body moved continually forward.
"Do it," she whispered out of the side of her mouth. "Get down and eat me out."
It was as if those few words were just what Mark needed to get his head down the rest of the way. He had been staring down into the gaping yaw of her cunt, sparked by the moonlight, all the time she had been sucking. Her words broke the spell and moved him to action.
He opened his mouth and had his tongue out before his face ever caressed the tops of her thighs. As soon as Jean felt his hot breath down there, she raised her knees and parted them wide, affording his flushed face all the room he needed to do a decent job for her.
Mark, his mouth clamped tightly over her plump mouth, paused for an instant and inhaled her heated aroma before digging in. He was sure he had Jean convinced that he was only placating her with this chore, and didn't really care for it very much.
But he wasn't fooling Jean in the slightest. She knew that he had acquired a taste for pussy, and that if her own mouth wasn't busy at the moment, she could probably ask for a gift or favor and he would promise it to her without question.
Well, there would be plenty of time to ask for special things in the future. Jean thought it wise to take careful note of just how Mark was best turned on and how far she could go, all the information she would need to be a smart and secure wife.
Right then she was in the mood to be eaten nicely, and thought Mark had taken long enough to admire her cunt, especially since she was still sucking away at him like crazy. She raised her hips up high and began to mash her hairy mound against his face until Mark could stand it no longer and had to get his nose between her pussy-lips.
His tongue was out too, so he could sniff and get his first taste of her at the same time. Both were intoxicating to him, so much so that he went right to work. Jean was lapping at his cock and sucking for all she was worth. He was going to have to eat her out like crazy if he intended to make her come before he did, or at least in pretty close time.
So he used his fingers to pry apart her pussylips as far as he could get them, and worked his mouth deeply into the cleft. His nose was pressed right against her clit and he rubbed it back and forth while his tongue curled at the sides and he started pushing it into the hot wetness of her virginal hole. There was just so far in that he could get, but for a tongue it was more than enough. As soon as Mark realized that he had hit rock bottom, he began to wiggle it around in there, pulling back on it ever so slightly so that he could also wipe at the sides of the fluted channel as he worked and scoop up lots of the delicious cream that he found there.
The first shudder of pleasure that she felt was with the first lick that he took, and she kept on shuddering all the time he was down there because her body was constantly being washed with alternating hot and cold waves while the chill of the night air on her skin made her tingle from head to toe. His cock was pounding down the back of her throat and she couldn't keep her tongue working fast enough now that he was fucking her face, and making her dizzy by eating her out madly at the same time.
Jean was sure that she was going to come quickly this time. She would lose points with Mark if he didn't come almost as soon, and it was only fair, after all. Pushing her tongue to the back of her mouth so that she could work even faster with her lips now, Jean took his balls again into the palm of her hand and began to knead them more aggressively as her mouth pumped quickly up and down on his hard and throbbing meat.
What had started out as a casual pastime for a nice Spring evening turned into a contest of wills now. Jean wanted to get her man crazy as quickly as possible so that he would do a better job on her cunt, and he was determined to get her off before she did it to him.
Both mouths were moving as fast as possible, Mark with such vigor that he accidentally nipped her fleshy inner lips a few times. But Jean never stopped what she was doing for an instant. Mark now had her so turned on that her entire body was vibrating against his face and she knew that she would not be very long in coming.
One of these days she was going to have to compliment Mark on his expertise. He had her so wild already that it was all she could do to concentrate on the cock in her mouth and keep right on sucking when it would have been so delightful just to lie there and let him work her over until she could stand no more and filled his mouth with a heavy load of her hot cream. But she knew that there was only so far that she could go with Mark before they were married. Although he treated her decently, he would not be a slave to her, especially if she frustrated him for the sake of her own selfish pleasure.
Well, she would just have to train him along those lines once they were married. Jean was so smug and sure she had him completely in her control, but felt that there was no harm in letting him think they were on an equal footing, at least before the wedding.
Mark sensed that she was going to pop at any second and his instincts told him that he better hurry up and get off himself. It would be just like her to leave him hanging if she had an excuse. So he started fucking the girl's face as if his very life depended on it.
Faster and faster Mark slammed his meat between Jean's widely stretched jaws, guessing that he must be bruising her, but too desperate at that moment to really care. He could tell from the mushy condition of her cunt, and the way that her body was thrashing around, that it was going to be any second for her now. His tongue worked furiously as if it were motor driven and in high gear.
She began to really gush just as Mark felt his balls spilling their contents and pumping the fluid along the shaft of his dick. It was amazing, a stroke of good luck, but more than that thoroughly enjoyable. While Jean was getting her mouth pumped full of Mark's hot, sticky cream, she was retaliating by gushing her own into Mark's mouth, and then all over his face as her body thrashed from side to side.
For those few glorious seconds Jean and Mark were in complete accord. There were no ego trips. Each was happy in their own raging glory and with the person who had helped to bring it about. In fact, those times in their lusty youth were some of the few times that they were in complete agreement on anything.
Yet it all went well during the courtship, engagement and through the first weeks of their marriage. Jean was so caught up in the romance and excitement of it all, and still very much involved with the standards of their social circle that it was one dizzy whirl of stolen moments in the back seat of Mark's car, in the woods, and even in her kid sister's playhouse, out in the back yard, when her own family was home.
Blowjobs, handjobs, and once a half-hearted attempt at an assfuck by Mark were the order of the day. Neither one of them knew quite how to work out an anal penetration, but they promised one another that there would be plenty of time for practice once they were married. Mark in his turn gave Jean whatever she wanted by way of finger-fucks, eating her out and such, so for a virgin she certainly did not lack for her share of kicks.
How could either one of them possibly foresee that their sex life could actually go downhill from there? Even Jean, aside from her attitude about running the show herself in their marriage never realized that she would one day be an advocate of super-conservative morality, in preaching and in deed.
CHAPTER TWO
During the first year or so of their marriage, Jean pretty much adjusted to a routine of daily fucking, so long as Mark did his duty by her in the foreplay which she demanded. Since it had been her only source of sexual pleasure when they were younger, being eaten and fingered to orgasm had become her habit and now she found that she could not manage without them. No matter how hard, or for how long Mark would keep his hard dick inside of her and fuck until he was ready to drop from exhaustion, he absolutely could not get her off.
In the beginning Jean seemed to be passionate enough, and for the most part that was all it was, pure pretense unless she happened to be getting off herself. Jean had decided almost from the first that fucking wasn't all that it was cracked up to be, and it was far too much of a real partnership for her own comfort. Mark demanded that she really move her ass and give him hard action while he was fucking. To her this was just too much hard work with very little reward, but getting laid did grow on her to some extent.
The more he tried to really get her into the swing of it though, the more Jean began to hate the touch of her own husband's body. It could be that this pushing of his was the basis for her change in emotional temperament, Jean supposed when looking back on her motives. But there was so much more to it all, and her turn-about had been far too radical to have just the one root.
It was all the outside influences that really began to turn her head. They were fine in their first apartment, where Jean and Mark were for the most part surrounded by the kids they had gone to school with, and most of whom were swinging even more wildly than before. Jean tried to be as hip as the rest and Mark was kind of proud of the way she wiggled her ass for all the guys.
But then Mark got ahead of the rest financially and they moved to a better section of town, where the only work that women there generally did was for their personal satisfaction, for charity, or for other various social causes. Jean admired these women at first sight, and immediately began to identify with their looks as well as their ways.
She began discarding her jeans and sweaters in favor of well-tailored suits and weekly trips to the beauty shop. The effect was stunning, certainly. But it was no longer the Jean that Mark had known and loved.
Little by little her identity changed, with Mark standing by helplessly because he had brought her into this environment in the first place, and reasoning that he had only himself to blame. But for Jean this change would have occurred at some time, and probably wherever they had moved, because she had been in search of a certain image for herself ever since her teenage years, although no one knew it.
The image emerged gradually, in subdued ways that could barely be discerned by Mark or their college friends, but it did become a fact, and the sum total was a Jean who had her ideals in the clouds and a concept that sex belonged in the gutter. A wall of dissention began to build between them, and for a long time neither one of them knew just how it would all end.
Mark tried to cooperate as best he could in the beginning of Jean's new phase. His own sexuality was still in a period of growth, and he found that he really needed more time in bed with her than before. But Jean was spending two and then four nights a week at her interminable meetings, returning home when he was already upstairs and talking of nothing but the great good she was doing for the world.
The years had been very good to her and she was more beautiful than ever. Mark would lie there and watch her undress before her full length mirror knowing she was fully aware that she was arousing him, even turning to see the cover over his crotch beginning to rise, and yet determined that she would teach him the sexual discipline that she was teaching herself. It did her ego good, as it always had, to know that she was exciting him, but she had no intention at all of doing anything about it.
For almost two weeks Mark did not complain that he was going to sleep with a hard-on every night and awakening with it in the morning. He made subtle suggestions to her about his being restless and having too much pent-up energy. He even rolled against her back when she was supposed to be sleeping so that he could rub his aching hard-on against her and give her the message that way. One night, in real desperation, he actually took her hand and put it over his big naked bulge under the covers, but the best he got for his efforts was her brushing her palm across his cock and balls, then taking it deliberately away.
That night he was in such a rage that he had to keep his fists pinned tightly to his sides because he wanted so desperately to smack her around in an effort to bring her to her senses. He tried to understand what was twisting her mind so, but in those early weeks of her change, she did almost no talking about it.
But Jean was certainly thinking about it. Sex and her attitude towards it in comparison to her new goals in life was on her mind just about all of the time. She didn't really want to shut Mark out of this part of her life altogether, but Jean sincerely needed this time to herself because she still had a great deal of conflict within her. If Mark was going to be convinced that he should tone down his erotic nature, then Jean knew she must present a solid and unflinching front.
There was more to it than mere belief in the righteousness of her cause. The plain truth was that Jean was finding her life a great deal simpler by catering to her own wishes and leaving Mark to fend for himself. She felt that what sex she did give him was a service to his manhood, and a demeaning service at that.
It wasn't that she still didn't get some pleasure from it herself. That she could not deny in her mind, although she fought hard not to admit this to her husband. It was more that she now thought of this arousal and pleasure as a weakness within herself, and one which she must fight against in order to be a stronger, better woman. This was what she heard around the table at her bridge club, and this was what was preached at her feminist meetings as well. Now how could so many well-dressed, and well-informed women possibly be wrong?
Of course, there were moments when she waivered and they did have reasonably good sex. It wasn't always easy to lie beside the man that she loved dearly, feeling his maleness pressing against her and totally ignore it. No matter what lofty ideals went on in her mind, her body did get hot and tingle at the touch of him. If he only knew how many times her palms would itch and she would struggle against the urge to reach out for his cock in the night and draw it to her.
Secretly she had some nagging doubts that should she give herself half a chance, she probably would derive greater pleasure from a fuck than she had allowed herself so far. One thing was for certain. Whenever she did have his big, hard thing stabbing into her gaping hole, her body did heat to lava, and her nerves sing with growing pleasure.
But that was as far as she would ever let it go. At some mystical point, when she felt herself climbing to the peaks she had known in other forms of sexual play, Jean would start thinking about the women's movement and such, and her lust would come tumbling down to a resentment for being so used. It began accidentally but later became an enforced discipline, where her mind turned on to cooling thoughts at precisely the right moment.
Mark could not fail to notice. Fuck after fuck he would believe that this time he was going to get her off and break the spirit of her discipline. His heart would race as he stepped up his passionate stroking, feeling her body moving sympathetically beneath him, sensing her rising passion, and seeing at those moments the truly sensual woman that Jean could always be, if she gave herself half a chance.
He would sense the danger of imminent change and know that she could turn the passion off at any moment, as she could turn off the light. Mark would start to slam away at her in frantic desperation, racing against the clock in his woman's head, hoping against hope that this would be the time that he beat her to the punch. Sweat was pouring from his body as he struggled, inspired by the rising response that he got from her.
Then the moment would come when he would be the tick of a heartbeat away from making her come, and just a second more for himself. Her hands would drop to her sides, and her body would freeze up around him. Sometimes he would bang away at her box even harder, and sometimes he would shake her body with his hands, as if he were trying to rouse her from a stupor. Often, he would curse under his breath, but plead with her in softened tones. As always this effort was useless.
Once again he would have to content himself with finishing up his own come on the friction that he was producing with his own stroking, but by then it felt as if he were fucking a corpse. Only on his own strength of will could he keep his cock hard long enough to drop his load. And when that happened, he wouldn't linger for a second, but roll off the frigid body and turn on his side away from her to attempt to sleep with great anger making his blood boil. By morning's light he would swear that he wouldn't even attempt it with her again, but that was always before he saw her beauty, so fresh for the start of a new day.
Then the tug at his groin would start all over again, and he would be dying to fuck her. Mark could only live with this frustration for just so long. He knew that his wife was avoiding a direct encounter, but he would stand for the silence no longer.
Jean understood him well enough to see what was going on in his mind. She realized that she had avoided the show-down for as long as possible. This was the one evening of the current week that she didn't have a meeting, and there was no way she could get away from the house or him without the talk that he was insisting upon.
When she had thought and planned how she was going to lecture him into sexual submission it had all seemed so simple to accomplish. Jean would just talk quietly about all she had learned, and she was sure he would understand. Naturally, he would adopt her principles just as soon as she had explained them to him.
Yes, in her mind all was sunny and so easy to handle. Of course it was all going to occur at some time in the hazy future. Certainly not now. But Mark was insisting, and Jean was scared.
It never occurred to her that she could actually be shaky in her own faith. How could that be when she spoke about it so firmly to her committed friends and they told her how smart, how strong she was, and how very courageous.
Jean wished that she could be firmer in her attitude for their confrontation, but she was fresh out of time, and short on courage. Without realizing how much she was contradicting her own attitude, though, she spent the last hour or so before Mark was due home from work bathing, perfuming and changing into what she hoped was her most alluring outfit. After changing three times and combing her hair through twice, Jean finally settled on a long black velvet caftan with a neckline slit all the way down below her own cleavage. The sleek fabric clung so to her breasts and hips that she was forced to wear a sheer nylon bra in a nude tone that was almost no bra at all. She smiled at herself when she noticed how her nipples stood erect and pointed right through the bra and the velvet. This could be an indication of her arousal at the thought of how her looks would turn her husband on, but she told herself it was just nervous tension.
But that didn't stop her from lifting up the hem of her dress and checking out how the sheer nylon panties in a matching nude tone looked below the bra for effect. Was she wearing such filmy lingerie with the hopes that her husband would take the dress off and be treated to such an erotic sight? Nonsense! It was just that this sort of underwear was necessary so there wouldn't be any unsightly lines or bulges in the clinging dress. As innocent a reason as that.
Could she find such a blatant excuse for the way she was fixing her make-up and putting on her extra-long lashes. And what about the way she was brushing her hair until it was perfectly shining, then parting it in the center so that it fell to the sides of her face like wings. When she checked her reflection, Jean couldn't help but notice that her eyes were positively glittering, and there was the merest hint of a sultry smile on her lips. Mark would positively flip out when he caught his first look at her.
Now that was hardly being fair to him, considering the heavy line that she was about to lay on his brawny shoulders. If she expected him to accept her outlook on conservative sex, then she really shouldn't be flaunting her hot body in his face.
So how come there was still twenty minutes left and she wasn't doing a thing about changing her appearance?
Don't think about it, Jean warned herself. Your act could fall apart before he even comes home.
Filling her mind with thoughts about the speech that she had to give at her next charity function, Jean absent-mindedly set the table for a candle-light dinner and turned the stereo on for some romantic mood music. The food was warming in the oven, and everything was in readiness when Mark's car was heard in the driveway.
He walked in wearing his usual hopeful expression, and this time he was rewarded. The last thing he expected to see was his puritanical wife standing there and looking as yummy as a movie sex symbol. Only one possible thought could have flashed through his head at that moment. Jean had reverted to her former sexy self. The siege was over and Mark's cock was going to ride high tonight!
It was all he could do not to dash right into the living room and toss her down on the carpet. She was certainly dressed for that kind of action, but the expression that he saw on her face just didn't match. There he saw the same self-righteousness that he had been hating for the past horrible months. The two just didn't add up.
Mark didn't want to believe that this was another one of her teases. She hadn't pulled a stunt like that since the night before they were married, offering herself to him in every way but the final way. Well, he would just have to wait it out, and if she proved to be playing a game with him, then this would be the last straw and she was going to change her ways or he was walking the hell out of there.
No sense in wasting words or time...."Well, little girl, what game are we playing tonight?"
"Why Mark, what ever are you talking about?"
"You look good enough to eat right now, but I bet that if I even lay a hand on your tit, you'll start pounding your Bible at me."
"You don't trust me at all, do you?"
"When was the last time that you gave me a reason to?"
"Come on, Mark. I got all dressed up and prepared a special dinner for you so we can relax and have that little chat you wanted."
"That little chat as you put it, concerns the major portion of our lives, the time we spend in bed together. Next to whether we want to continue living together or not, I can't think of anything more important."
"I'm not arguing, honey. I'm just trying to make this whole business as pleasant as possible."
"Jean, we are not negotiating a union contract. We are talking about sex, fucking, screwing. Do you understand?"
"There's no need for dirty talk."
"Or dirty anything, right?"
"Come on, honey. Let's have dinner and calm down a little. I promise you we'll straighten this out tonight."
"Baby, the only thing I want straight right now is this starving cock of mine. Tell you what. You give me a little fuck now, and I'll listen to everything you have to say later. I won't interrupt and I'll really think about it all. What do you say?"
Mark sounded sincere enough, and if submitting to this one last demand meant that he would be in a more receptive mood for her little dissertation, then Jean figured that a small fuck might be worth her trouble. She would cooperate with him this time and get it over with fast.
About the best way to accomplish that was to put on the old sexy image that he had always loved so much. Maybe he would be so pleased with her performance that he would be satisfied enough to accept the new regime she had planned for them without argument. Oh, Jean expected that he would probably falter from time to time. But that was to be expected from the weaker of the species. Her sisters in the movement always reminded her of that.
It wasn't too difficult for Jean to bring her spirit back to the old days. They were a strategic part of her life not too long ago. In fact, she was a little disturbed that she was able to slip back into that role so easily now. Even while she was crossing the room and holding out her arms to her husband, she had to remind herself that she must not lose control of her emotions and allow her passions to rise too high. One wrong move at such a critical time and all would surely be lost. Once Mark heard her speech, he would automatically throw her own sexuality right back in her face.
No problem. Jean usually took great pride in her cunning and her self-control. If this was going to be a test of those virtues, then she would certainly come through it with flying colors. She would turn Mark on, give him what he wanted, and later have the perfect illustration to prove just how base and vulgar this sort of activity really was.
"All right, Mark," she said in her sultriest voice. "We'll make love and any way you want it."
"I can't believe my ears."
"If you're going to be sarcastic, we'll just forget the whole thing."
"I take it back. Come on, baby. Let's do it right here on the sofa, in honor of all the times we fooled around when you were babysitting for your kid sister."
The memory of those delicious sessions of sixty-nine with both their ripe young bodies cramped together on that narrow length of upholstery came back to her with a hot wave of pleasure and she could actually feel her cunt going damp just as it did whenever Mark's mouth was within eating distance of it. If he was willing for it to be a session of sixty-nine and nothing else, Jean wouldn't have minded in the least.
But she had promised Mark whatever he wanted, and there was no doubt in her mind that he was already planning a royal screwing for her. Well, she certainly was dressed for the part, and from the blazing look in Mark's eyes, he quite agreed.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you had something like this in mind all along from the way you're looking tonight," Mark teased. "It couldn't be that you want to pacify me before you drop one of your puritanical lectures in my lap, could it?"
"You were the one who wanted this talk."
"Okay. So I did. But right now I want something else, and you've always been a woman of your word. So come over here and deliver."
His hands were on her succulent body just as soon as he could reach it, and he rubbed his palms up and down the velvet front of her delicious curves before he went all the way to her plunging neckline and filled his hands with the exposed globes of smooth white flesh. Jean trembled but she made no attempt to move away from him. Being handled like this was a sacrifice she would have to make in order to achieve her greater goal. Her sisters in the cause would be proud of her if they could see her now.
At first she tried to keep her body rigid so that it would seem she was merely submitting and not deriving any real pleasure from his touch. But she couldn't get away with it for very long. Mark understood her body only too well and he knew just how to get her going. Applying just the right amount of pressure, he pressed his palms against her full jugs, and then with an upward motion took them right out of her tiny bra so that they swung free over the neckline of her dress. He chuckled to himself when he saw that her nipples were already dark and erect, even though her expression was still so falsely somber. But what did he care about the pretenses she was so concerned about when her body was telling him the truth?
Just to prove his point, Mark closed his fingers around both nipples and started to tug at them, feeling how they swelled and elongated under his skillful hands. Jean rocked back on her heels for just a moment before she regained control of her balance. Her eyes had closed for just a second, but it was long enough for Mark to see that she was starting to heat. He circled his arm around her waist and gently led her to the sofa.
"Why don't you get out of that dress before it wrinkles?" he suggested with a sly grin.
"Yes, I suppose you're right."
Her words could not have been more formal, but the tone of her voice gave her away. It was low, and positively dripping with passion. She enjoyed the idea of standing before a man and slowly stripping down to her skin. As long as she was committed to this session with her husband, then Jean felt he deserved a little torture, sweet though it might be.
While he stretched out on the sofa and opened the fly of his pants so that he could take out his cock and start to fondle it, Jean moved about a foot away from him and turned halfway around so that he could watch her pulling down the zipper in back. The slide made a tiny metallic sound and it seemed to get on Mark's nerves because his hand jumped on his cock. His eyes were glued to her back as she let the garment fall off her shoulders and then slowly rustle its way down along her silken body as she began to move in a slow circle.
Mark was treated to seeing all the angles of her body coming into view as the dress slipped down to the floor and she was finally standing in only the wispy bra and panties. It had been so long since Mark had seen his wife in such an alluring ensemble that it actually took his breath away and all he could do was stare for a few moments as he panted and his eyes went wide with desire.
His hand started working more rapidly on his cock and Jean looked down to see a weapon that was raging red and quivering. She couldn't help herself now. She wanted that cock and there was no two ways about it. About the only thing that she could do in order to save her pride just a little was to tease her husband some more, so she did not step out of the lingerie immediately. Instead she eased the nylon cups back over her breasts and turned the stereo music up a little, then began to dance in an exotic way that she had once devised when the two of them were high.
The way that she jiggled her tits, rotated her hips and wiggled her ass all over the room, tossing in some bumps and grinds along the way was guaranteed to drive Mark insane and it did not fail this time either. He could only watch her throwing her cunt in his direction and rubbing her own breasts sensuously for so long before he was jumping out of his skin and had to stop his fisting motions or he would shoot all over his pants.
This was the time for Jean's most enticing actions. Still undulating her hips as she went, she reached behind and unhooked the bra, twirling it around in her hands for a couple of seconds as a strip teaser would, and then tossing it across the room. It was time for her panties now, but she felt that her husband should perform that service.
Jean danced her way over to the sofa and then stood up on the end cushion with her legs planted firmly and wide apart. She felt all-powerful knowing of his needy condition, and intended to use this strength later on when she laid down her new conservative laws.
"Take them off, lover, and you can have what's underneath," she whispered in a very husky voice.
"Oh, baby, let me at them," was all he could say before he reached up to her slender waistline and began to pull the little panties down. When his hands reached the border of her furry mound, Jean humped it forward a bit and Mark could not resist putting his face to it and planting a large wet kiss smack on the line of her slit. He held his face there for a couple of seconds to inhale the warm, perfumed odor of her, and then continued to draw the panties down. By then his hands were trembling but he still managed to make quick work of it.
Jean stepped carefully out of them and then kicked them across the room, where they landed right on target, in a small heap over the bra. She wanted to laugh because this was getting to be so much fun, but reasoned that a show of wholesome entertainment at this time would only be evidence for the opposition party later on. It was much better to be masterful with him now and hold that strength through the rest of the evening.
Again, this was cool logic, but her own passion and the impact of his had a way of melting all that right down. Mark was going crazy now, and her own tantalizing efforts were the reason for it. While she still stood, Mark bent all the way over as if he were going to pray in the direction of Mecca and began to lick at the inside of Jean's ankles. His lips moved up quickly in a wet trail of kisses, and her legs began to shake. Before he was even up at the inside of her thighs, Jean's knees turned to water and she sank to the sofa with her husband.
Logic had gone completely out of her head, at least for the moment. She opened her arms to Mark and he fell into them, easing her back in the sofa, while his mouth was pressed tightly to hers and his tongue searched along the backs of her teeth. Jean moaned and threw her arms around his neck. Her will was weakening rapidly.
It seemed that Mark sensed she was momentarily weak, and he took full advantage of this. He never stopped working at turning her on even more for a second. His cause, always urgent, was truly monumental now. Never since the first months that they were married did he have a better chance of winning her over to his side of the erotic fence.
His mouth was actually bruising hers from the force of his kisses and his arms gripped her so tightly that she was powerless to fight him off even if she had wanted to. But Jean didn't want to. She was overwhelmed by his virility and didn't care to think about what the consequences would be if she didn't get hold of herself and very soon. There was just no way right then. Mark was much too fast for her.
He eased his face down from hers to the cleavage between her breasts where he buried his nose and began to lick, leave a line of spit all the way down and then around to the left as he mouthed his way in a complete circle around that tit. Her chest was heaving and she wanted him to get right to it and suck on that nipple until it hurt, but Mark instead went up and back to the cleavage before working his way around the right breast now.
Jean bit down on her lower lip. She refused to ask for what she wanted.-Mark raised his head a little and looked deeply into her eyes. She might not be saying anything, but she wasn't fooling him a bit.
"Did you want something, love?"
"Oh, nothing in particular."
"You wouldn't be thinking about me nursing on you a little, would you now?"
All would be lost if she answered him sarcastically. This was no time for a power struggle. So she decided to take a playful tact. He always liked that better.
"Well, the thought did enter my mind," she finally answered with a little tweak to his ear.
"Why don't you ask for it like a good little girl, and maybe daddy will give you a lick or two."
"Please, daddy, will you?"
"Why, certainly, my dear."
Mark was full of joy. This to him was the old Jean. It looked like all her conservative defenses were finally down and he was actually going to make it all the way to the top with her this time.
He started licking her breast in a circle again, but this time his tongue went ever inward in tighter and tighter rings, until he was circling the dark rose areole of her nipple and then the nipple itself. Jean put her hands to the back of his head and pressed his face closer.
"Suck them, honey. They're all yours."
Mark went thirstily to work. He wasn't running scared this time. He was that sure this was going to be one fuck that they would accomplish together.
CHAPTER THREE
He moved into another world with her now, leaving the problems festering in their marriage behind for the sake of the rare pleasure that he was now finding. Even if Jean did harbor some deep, dark motive that he would have to face once the fuck was over, Mark was willing to pay the price.
It had been far too long since they were so emotionally in tune with one another, and all he wanted to do was savor this moment, and to hell with the rest. His mouth was still full of her tit as he worked his hand between their bodies and reached for the plumpness of her vaginal mound.
There he found her, kinky triangle already damp with arousal, and he wormed his finger through the tangle of sticky hairs until he found the red divide of her lips. Her clit was easy to find. It was well swollen and sticking right up in the air like a little penis looking for someone to play with it.
As much as Jean enjoyed having her tits sucked, Mark was well aware of how much greater was her pleasure when he played with her clit. She never could stand much of it without coming.
And he had always been happy to bring her to orgasm this way. But not this time. She was not going to get off that easily. He was going to tease her as she had teased him, bring her way up high on lust, and only when she was absolutely out of her mind, would he fuck the daylights out of her until she could not help but come.
True, it was going to take a lot of self-control on his part, more than he cared to employ at a time like this. But when he considered that even his marriage might be at stake, Mark felt it worth a little sacrifice on his part. Certainly the joy of her come, when he finally fucked it out of her would greatly increase his own pleasure when he finally allowed himself to pop.
He started to work her clit over in just the way that he knew would get her engine started in a way that wouldn't quit. By pressing down on it gently with two fingers, Mark was able to slide the hood down and feel the button within pop up to the air. He pinched it carefully and Jean shuddered. Then he really went to work.
Mark worked that vibrating little button around and around with his forefinger, sometimes pressing in and sometimes simply working rapidly until he heard her breath whistling through her clenched teeth and felt her soft belly begin to hump against his own. This would be a good time to stop playing and start fucking. By pressing the rest of his hand down to her slit he could feel the juices already trickling out of her.
But it still wasn't enough. High as she was, she had been like this before and snapped out of it in time to keep herself from coming. So Mark continued with his handiwork, giving her more of the same treatment, but also turning his hand around so that his thumb was on her clit now and he could jam three fingers into her mushy hole. These he worked in a circle as well, and her bodily motions became more frantic.
"Mark, Mark," she whimpered.
"You want to tell me something?"
"You know, dear."
"Want my cock?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm not ready to give it to you. You said this is my time, and what I feel like doing is playing a little more. So shut up and take it or I might just forget the whole deal."
"Oh, no!"
"Okay, then, settle down."
This was more of a warning than a suggestion. Jean put her head back down on the throw pillow and closed her eyes, submitting to him now because she felt that she had no other choice. Besides, it all felt so wonderful and there was the possibility that he wouldn't stop himself before she had a chance to get off. Maybe if she just played sexy with him a little more, he would even go down on her, and then she could get off for sure.
So instead of fighting him in even the slightest way, Jean began to moan and coo, thinking that her passionate sounds would be an inspiration to him. Softly she bucked her pelvis up against his hand, and when his fingers were in to her at their deepest, she clenched her vaginal muscles and held him in there.
Her smile was wide and genuine. She really thought she had him ., . he really thought he had her.
Mark never took his eyes off Jean's face for a second. He had watched the arrogance disappear, then the reluctance. Now he was seeing her passion rising constantly in her blazing eyes and the constant licking of her lips with her tongue. He saw how flushed her cheeks became, and then how her eyelids began to droop as the pleasure brought her up to a euphoric state. Without even having to put his mouth to her cunt, Mark knew that he could bring her off in a second just like this if he wanted to.
But he had no intention of being so easy on her. He wanted her high all right. But he wanted her so high that she was hanging over the edge of her orgasm without a way to complete it except at the mercy of her husband's body.
Deliberately he slowed down the tempo of his finger fucking, never letting up on the depth or the force of it, though. Jean tried just once to get him to move a little faster by pressing her hand over his, but it was a futile gesture. Mark was in total control of himself and no amount of pressure or pleading was going to change his plan.
Not that Jean would have begged him, even if it meant losing the high altogether. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how good he was at what he was doing, at least not if she could help it. Yet how could she help it? Mark had picked up the tempo of his stroking again until she was up at that very same point, and he kept her lingering there until the precise second that she would have started to pump juice, only to slow down gradually and watch the tears of frustration that were forming in her eyes.
"You look troubled, my dear," he mocked. "Why don't you tell your dear husband all about it."
"I just think you would like it better if your cock were in my hole instead of your hand, love."
Was she actually asking to be fucked? Mark could hardly believe what he was hearing, but he had to. There was no other possible meaning for such a phrase.
The real question was did she want to get it over with, or was she really the passionate female now that she used to be. He might have found that out if he kept on going with the torturous hand play, but he was almost certain she would get off if he started to fuck now. And besides, his cock was aching to creep inside of her.
He couldn't have known, but Jean was just as glad as he was to feel his hand moving out of her hole and down to his cock. She had been hanging dangerously close to losing all control and begging for a come, and this didn't please her in the least. Only during the fuck itself, when Mark was likely to lose his head, as well as his control, might Jean still take the power over their coupling back for herself.
For the few seconds that it took for Mark to place his cockhead squarely between the lips of her cunt and then start to push inward, Jean's head actually did clear a little and she cooled down a couple of degrees, just enough to catch sight of her ultimate goal once again. But her control didn't last for very long.
No sooner did Mark start pushing past the oyster lips of her cunt and through into her murky depths, stretching her hole wide and twisting his cock around on its way in, that Jean was shot right through with erotic arousal. She instantly found herself back on that plateau again. In fact, she couldn't even wait for his prick to plunge all the way in before she was writhing and gyrating, sucking him into her with the strength of her inner muscles.
Mark took a big chance by pulling nearly all the way out and remaining poised over her for just an instant. She could have cooled down or she could have gone crazily passionate. He took that risk and he won.
Jean raised her ass all the way off the sofa so that his cock was imbedded in her once again, and then she spoke in a voice so low that he could barely hear her. The words were slurred with lust, but there could be no mistake. Jean was begging for it.
"Oh fuck me, stud. Fuck me hard as you can."
"Okay, baby. That's what you'll get."
He didn't see any further reason to toy with her, so sure was he now that he would be feeling her come all over his prick at any moment. He could stroke her fast or slow, long and hard, or nice and easy. Prolong it for the both of them as much as he cared to, and still she would come. She would come a gusher. It couldn't end any other way.
Mark never felt more manly, more virile than he did right then. Jean looked sweet, passionately submissive, as if she were pleased to be his victim, and about to burst loose as a hellcat on her own at any moment now. Her energy seemed to be lying in wait, until, by the masterful stroking of his powerful prick, he broke through the last of her cool exterior and the sensuous woman within her exploded.
Jean's thinking was a study in contrasts. At moments she was in accord with her husband's wishes, wanting to give up the struggle and be the passionate woman that was constantly repressed within her. It would be easy, and oh, so enjoyable to surrender to his virility and feel herself soaring up to the heavens of erotic pleasure until that roaring explosion when their orgasms would be as one.
But there were also the moments when she understood the consequences of such a surrender. Give in on this score and there would be no use in trying to talk him out of sexuality from then on and in to more intellectual enlightenment. He would just laugh at her, and point out her sopping wet cunt for emphasis. How would she ever be able to explain to her friends how she had lost the battle with her legs spread?
So many conflicting thoughts, but not enough time to sort them out. His cock was already pounding into her, sliding along her vaginal barrel and stimulating every nerve ending and fiber in her body. She felt a little dizzy, as if the hard slamming to her body were knocking her logic loose and all those rational thoughts were getting jumbled together with the passionate ones. It was impossible for her now to know just what was right. Besides, how did that really matter when Mark was unlikely to pull his dick out of her and forget the fuck at this stage of it?
Could she call on her will for this fuck as she had before and save herself before it was too late? That didn't seem likely with the way that Mark was shoving it to her. If she didn't know better, Jean could almost swear that he had popped some pep pills on the way home. Either that or his balls had somehow gotten supercharged.
Just how he could stroke-her so hard and yet so fast, and never lose control of the way that his body was moving was beyond her. He even reached under her ass and raised her body higher so he could get in still deeper. Now Jean's head was pressed down on the sofa cushion and the rest of her body was up in the air.
Her calves were rubbing against his shoulders and as the fucking became more frantic and she had to hook her knees over his arms, or her legs would have been flying around in the air. Somehow her body started to jolt along with him and she was rocking like crazy. This motion became so wild that her head was jostled against the arm of the sofa and she was now forced to hang her arms around his neck and hope that her brains wouldn't be mashed before the fuck was over.
Now it was all she could do to keep from being fucked senseless, much less worry about keeping her cool. He had her body raging hot before his cock first hit rock bottom, and she already felt as if her flesh were burning off her bones while everything inside of her was molten and bubbling. If he went on the way he was going much longer, Mark was going to get her so high that she would be past the point of orgasm and the top of her head was likely to blow off.
Desperately she thought about ways that she might be able to cool down a little. She could get her mind on something else, or maybe even spoil the fuck for Mark in some way so that he wouldn't bother about popping. But that would only make him furious and he wouldn't be too attentive to anything she might want to say after that.
Submit? Allow herself to come? Maybe she should just award him this one battle so that she could ultimately win the war. Surely there had to be some way that she could talk her way out of having given him an orgasm and then regain her footing in her lecture on toning down their sexual activities.
If only she really did have a choice. Right then it seemed that Mark would be the one to decide if one or both of them came and even when that was to happen. Try as hard as she did, she could not control the way her body was responding to him. Already there were small waves of lust pouring out of her and taking with them little rivers of her female honey. It couldn't be very much longer before the tidal wave began.
Jean finally had to accept reality as Mark was slamming into her so hard that her teeth were rattling in her head. This time Mark was going to make it and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about stopping him. In the face of the inevitable, she might as well just lie back and enjoy it.
Stupidly she still tried to withhold evidence of some of her emotions from him by clenching her teeth and burying her face in his shoulder so that he couldn't see her expressions. But as the going got rougher and her own body went into raging spasms of lust, she wound up biting into his neck and then digging her nails into his back to let off the steam that was building and which she refused to allow any other form of expression.
"Come on baby," he growled in her ear. "I know you're almost there. Just let it happen. We'll make it together."
"No, Mark. No."
"Don't fight me on this. Let it happen and I promise you everything will be all right. We'll work everything out. Together baby. Everything together. Make it with me."
"All right, Mark. But hurry. Please hurry because I can't stand any more of this. It's got me too hot. Too hot, Mark."
She was finally pleading with him, admitting her urgent need for orgasm just as he had dreamt he would hear so many times before this stroke of good luck. Mark wished that he had time to jump for joy, but there was only a moment for a few more humps before his balls exploded. Mark closed his eyes and went into his last lap by taking shorter strokes now, but so fast that he could barely feel them himself.
He didn't need to feel much more. His balls were already churning and his body tingling and jumping from the waist down. The knowledge that Jean could not prevent herself from coming had him so incredibly high that he had to plead with his own consciousness for just a few more seconds in which he could force her to let loose.
Blessedly he had them. Three more lightning strokes and Jean's body began to shudder as if it were flying apart at the seams. He hung on to her tightly but was still in great danger of being unseated. This problem became even worse when she started to drop her load and her tunnel was suddenly flooded. Her come washed all around his cock, and when the second wave began, he almost slipped out.
It might be his own orgasm that was lost if he didn't do something, and damn fast. On the strength of his will alone, Mark urged his spunk to bridge the gap of his shaft and make it to her channel just in time to mix with the fluids that were already swirling around it.
Jean gasped, and then fell away. For a few seconds Mark thought that she must have fainted, but there wasn't much he could do about it as a red curtain had fallen before his eyes and his head was whirling with delirious pleasure. He allowed his body to shake on top of hers until the last of several hot gushes of come shot into her body.
Only then could he pay any attention to his wife. She was back with him now, and mad as a hornet!
Jean was already trying to control her anger, though. She felt somehow cheated, even abused that Mark had succeeded in his quest to overpower her, and worse yet, that she had failed in a contest of wills with a man.
But if she started to scream at him now, they would just end up in a shouting match, and that would be the end of the evening. Mark would no longer feel the need for that discussion he had been demanding, and she would have no chance at all to try and make points, however few, for her side. In the long run, she would be even angrier than she was now, and that would never do for the image she was trying so hard to form in all other ways.
So she laid as she was with Mark on top of her like so much dead weight, and waited for a sense of calm to return before she did anything at all. Mark seemed to be taking an exceptionally long time to climb off her after his cock had gone soft, but she understood that he was just rubbing her face in the dirt a little, and she let it be.
Not until he was on his feet and hunting around on the coffee table for a cigarette, did Jean finally feel cool enough to do any kind of talking at all.
"Are you ready for that discussion now?" she asked in a scholarly tone. "Because one is certainly needed here."
"You really are a bitch, do you know that Jean? For the first time since I can't remember when you let something decent go down between us, and a second later you're ready to rip it all apart."
"This is the best time in the world to show you how sordid all this is, honey. Look at us. We're like a pair of sweating pigs and I have all this vile stuff dripping out of my body. A woman is not a toy, Mark. She should be respected, not abused."
"What are you saying, that I took advantage of you, you poor defenseless creature? That wasn't exactly a rape, you know. I got the definite feeling that you didn't quite hate it."
Jean felt a moment of remorse when she saw the hurt look on her husband's face. Whatever he did, there could be no doubt that it was out of love for her, and yet this knowledge did not fit in with the scheme of the women's movement she was so enthralled with these days. Her friends said that all men were users and rapists of a sort. None of them had ever mentioned the word love or what it was supposed to do for sexuality. She was a little lost now and had to think fast.
"All right. I didn't hate it," she finally answered. "I'm human too, and I have my weaknesses. But I'm working hard to overcome them and I wish that you would do the same. We would really be better people for the effort. There's so much more good we could be doing with all that creative energy. Good for society."
"Will you get off that soapbox, Jean? I've heard it all before from you and those dykey friends of yours. You want to help the downtrodden masses, that's fine with me, but your first duty lies here with your husband, or haven't you holy ladies read the Bible lately?"
Jean was stumped again. She really wished that Mark didn't make such good sense. It was difficult to argue with logic plus love, when all she had on her own side was the philosophy of a group of women who said it all usually with a brimming martini in their hands. There was still a very big part of her that wanted to lay the entire problem at Mark's feet and ask him to make all the decisions about it.
But that would never do. Her women friends would never forgive her if they should hear about it. And they probably would, at that. Caroline especially seemed to be able to worm everything out of Jean, one way or another. No, Jean would have to make a firm stand or she would not be able to live with herself.
Thinking that she could almost see Caroline and her other friends standing around them now, as if in judgment, Jean once again found the courage to take a firm stand with her husband.
"I'm not saying that I shouldn't do my duty in our marriage. I will have sex with you on occasion, so you can get the relief that you men seem to need so much, but I don't see any reason why we should have to screw all over the house and do a lot of kinky stuff other than intercourse besides. The Bible doesn't preach blowjobs, you know. And as for ass fucks, the women say that is the lowest form of female debasement imaginable. If you want to fuck an ass go and find yourself a man."
"Jean, if I wasn't looking at the same beautiful face and body that I fell in love with and married, I would swear that there was a stranger living with me. You used to love those blowjobs, and if that's dirty, then the cunt lapping and fingerfucking has to be just as dirty if not more so. You want to do without them?"
Jean's face grew red. He was really hitting below the belt now. Since her taking of this new philosophy on sex, she had refrained from actually coming out and asking for either of those things. But she never fought the pleasure that they gave her when Mark decided to do them on his own. Fair was fair, she supposed. If he had to do without his blowjobs, then she would have to do without her own pet vices.
"Look, Mark. I'm not asking you to make any sacrifices, that I'm not willing to make myself. Think of how it will build our characters. And with all that energy left over we can...."
"What? Take over the world? End starvation in Africa? Maybe discover a cure for the common cold?"
"Please don't be sarcastic. There are a lot of social causes that we could work on. We could do it together, Mark. That's what you promised before. Don't you remember?"
"With a hard-on and a wife who's cooperating for a change, I probably would have promised you the moon. But it's over now and I have my banner-waving shrew back with me. Forget it, Jean. That doctrine of yours just won't work with me. If the husbands of those shriveled up women go along with it, it must be because they've got other women on the side. Or maybe they're not so hot in the lay department to begin with. Would you like me to take up with another woman, Jean?"
"No, of course not. Extra-marital affairs won't solve anything. Won't you at least read up on some of the reports I have here on the various causes and see if you can't find one that you would be interested in? Just try my suggestion and you'll see how busy you'll be. Why you'll hardly even notice that you're spending less time in wasteful screwing."
"Shut up, will ya! I'm not going to listen to any more of this. I don't know you, Jean. Whoever you are now is a woman that I don't have any use for. Keep going like this and you'll find yourself without a husband permanently, instead of part-time the way you like it now. We could just see how valuable those causes of yours are when you're sleeping alone and paying the mortgage for yourself."
Mark terminated the discussion by stalking out of the living room. He went to the hall closet, grabbed a jacket, and seconds later was slamming the front door on his way out. His car raced out of the driveway, and Jean was left all alone to decide whether her lofty ideals were so worthwhile after all.
It was well after eleven o'clock and she had no idea at all where he might be going. Mark just didn't pick up at night and drive off like that. It wasn't his style and she was really worried.
Maybe he would go off and get drunk, possibly even drive off a cliff or into a streetlamp. Jean dearly loved her husband and didn't wish him any harm. She just wanted him to see the light. As she picked up her clothes and went upstairs to take a bath, she suddenly remembered one of the last things that he had tossed at her before leaving. He had asked if she wanted him to take his sexual needs to another woman for relief.
Oh God! Could he be on his way to pick up some cheap tramp and take out all his anger by fucking the rest of the night away with her? Please not that!
Then she shrugged her shoulders and fought back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Not much she could do about it now, one way or the other. Just try to get some sleep and keep her fingers crossed that he would come home reasonably in one piece.
It was nearly two A.M. before Jean actually closed her eyes, with still no sign of Mark. She hoped against hope that he was just driving around and trying to clear his head before he came home to straighten everything out with her. After all, he was pretty intelligent, even if he was a man, and sooner or later he should come around to her way of thinking.
Jean would have to remember to be soft-spoken with him, and not dictatorial as she had been so far that evening. Perhaps a little bit of femininity would do wonders. But just a little. Holding a hand, some sweet expressions. Her friends should not frown at little touches like that, considering the overall scope of what they could accomplish.
These thoughts were much better to lie alone with than her fears for Mark's whereabouts. She didn't like to face the fact that the possibility of his being with another woman was bothering her more than the possibility that he might be lying injured in a ditch, but it was true just the same. But this was just one more thought too disturbing to deal with in the middle of the night.
Wherever he was, she hoped he remembered that her love went with him. Everything would look better in the morning, and he would surely be back long before then. After some sleep Jean expected that she would be able to present her ideas far more effectively, and that Mark would be far more willing to listen. How could there be any doubt about it? Her sisters in the cause must have had some resistance with their own husbands, and all now bragged of their excellent relationships.
All she had to do was be firm and handle him gently. Now, wasn't that logical?
CHAPTER FOUR
By two A.M. Mark was not driving, nor was he even slightly drunk. He had not picked up a hooker either.
After driving around for less than ten minutes, he knew that he needed an old friend to talk to. Someone who would remember the real Jean, and offer some sympathetic advice. He didn't want to leave Jean, but it was beginning to look like he wouldn't have any other choice.
Trina Reynolds would want to help. She had been divorced from Mark's best friend Ronnie for about six months, but Mark and Jean had stayed closely in touch with Jean's college sorority sister just the same. They had never seen any reason to drop either one of their friends simply because their marriage had not worked out. Trina, Mark supposed was still Jean's best friend, although his wife hardly seemed to have time for her with all her committees and club friends.
He didn't even think of stopping at a pay phone before driving over there, so sure he was that he would be welcome, even at this odd time of the night. He saw her apartment as a refuge now, and she as a sweet aunt, who would know just how to make everything all right again.
The doorman didn't seem too keen on announcing him when he arrived at her building, but five dollars eased his anxiety a great deal. Trina sounded hoarse, and a little dazed on the intercom. It took her two tries to understand who was there, but she finally gave her permission for Mark to come up.
While he was riding up to her floor in the elevator, Mark felt slightly foolish. It was so late, and she had probably been fast asleep. Could be that she wasn't alone and what right did he have to barge in on her fun and games, just because he was having trouble getting his own.
Thinking of fifteen different ways that he could excuse himself at her open door and then leave the building, Mark walked up the hallway and then stopped for a second because he felt a funny tugging at his groin. There wasn't any reason in the world why he should feel his sex stirring right then. If anything, he was depressed and tense. But he felt the tug again, and reached inside his pants to adjust his cock, which had swelled a little. His mind drifted to Jean by free association, and his cock went down again. What was the use in feeling sexy if he didn't have a wife who wanted to enjoy the fun with him?
Trina came to the door almost immediately. Sleep was still in her eyes, but that wasn't the only thing about her that Mark noticed. He had been so concerned with his troubles at home that he had almost forgotten that Trina also was a very beautiful woman, as well as a dear and intelligent friend.
She had hair of the softest spun gold and had been born with it, and since she was a sun worshipper, her skin was nearly all year 'round a bronze shade that made her light blue eyes look like ice. It was easy to see that her body was truly more luscious than he had remembered, as well. The negligee she was wearing covered almost nothing from his view.
Her breasts were at least as large as Jean's, and Mark could see right through the filmy fabric to the dark coral nipples that stood out straight against it. As he looked quickly down her body in the hopes that he could take it all in before she realized what he was doing, Mark made out the golden triangle of her bush above a pair of beautifully formed legs. Now the tug at his groin was really strong, and he was glad that he had thought to wear a jacket which happened to cover that area. He certainly didn't want Trina to get the wrong idea.
"Mark, what is it? Is something wrong with Jean?"
"I guess you can say that. She's not injured. Well at least not physically. It's her head that's gone all screwy."
"You haven't left her, have you?"
"No, not yet. But I am seriously thinking about it. That's why I thought I should talk to you."
"At this hour? Then you must have had a real battle. You've always been so sensible, Mark. If it has you here so late, then this must really be bad. I'm glad you came here because I want to help. Well, don't just stand there in the doorway with me dressed like this. What will the neighbors say?"
She smiled and giggled, as if there were no possibility in the world there might be anything dirty going on between them, which was why it made such a good joke. Mark tried to smile, too, but he didn't find it quite so funny.
Mark followed her into the apartment keeping a little distance away from her so that he could get a good view of her ass as she went. He could make out the crack between her plump little cheeks quite clearly, and his mouth watered at the sight of it. Now there was an ass that would be a pleasure to fuck!
He felt guilty for his thoughts. After all, he was supposed to be there for help in mending his tearing marriage. But he was still a man, wasn't he? And he certainly wasn't wearing blinders. There couldn't be any harm in just looking ... well, in thinking a little too.
Mark looked at her gently rolling form for as long as he dared to. His cock was rapidly rising and he knew that he had to get it down again before she suggested that he take off his jacket.
Think of Jean. Think of your marriage.
This helped a little, and the photos of Trina and Ronnie which she had saved and had posted all over the apartment helped even more. His cock went down and he heaved a sigh of relief as he took off his jacket and tossed it on a chair.
"I really should put on a robe," Trina said by way of apology. "But to tell you the truth, I really am comfortable this way, and after all, we are old friends, right?"
"It's okay by me, Trina. Think of me like a brother, and help me if you can on this thing with Jean."
"I want to hear all about it. But first, I think a tall Scotch is in order for you. You certainly look like you can use one."
Mark turned his face to the wall and studied a painting while Trina mixed the drink for him. He knew what would happen if he looked anywhere at her but her face. Much as he needed to talk to her about Jean, Mark was beginning to see that it wasn't going to be very easy, what with the distraction of that lush body.
"Come on now, that painting is no masterpiece," Trina chided him. "You don't have to hide tears from me."
Mark blushed. He could hardly explain the real reason for keeping his face averted, but he didn't want her to think that he was weak and tearful either.
"Guess my mind was off at the house, Trina. I know Jean must be worried, but I can't call or go back there until I decide what I'm going to do about her and this esoteric plane she's been on lately. It isn't any fun living with a missionary, you know."
"I had no idea that it had gotten that bad. I've noticed that whenever we're together, her conversation is mostly the women's movement and all those charity groups she's always joining up with. But I never thought that Jean would be stupid enough to let shit like that take over her life."
"Well, she has, and mine too. In some very dangerous ways, I might add."
"Are you telling me that it's affected your sex life? I always thought you two were ace lovers together. I don't mind telling you that I was often envious of her for getting laid so often and by a guy I was sure had to be a real stud."
This was the moment that Trina chose for giving Mark a going-over with her eyes. She had enjoyed a few fantasies about making it with him in her time, but Jean and he were so obviously happy. Trina would never had dreamed of coming between them. Now that it looked like their marriage might be going on the rocks, though, she couldn't help wondering about Mark as a possible stud again.
But he was there for her help in saving that marriage. It really was selfish of her to think about how horny she was this night when two of her best friends needed her assistance so badly. With great sincerity she went to the sofa where Mark was sitting, and sat down next to him, taking his hand in hers and fully meaning to simply comfort him until he was ready to open up and tell her the whole story.
Mark no sooner felt her almost naked flesh pressing against the side of his leg and her hand in his right over his crotch than his cock shot instantly up and hit against her palm. He caught the startled expression on her face, but she tried very hard to ignore his rising boner.
It must have been a reflex action because he had probably gone without a fuck for a while. A strictly innocent thing and she would have to be understanding and not embarrass him by drawing attention to it. So Trina took her hand away and tried to be very serious.
"It must be very rough for you at home, Mark. But you and Jean could always talk things out together. Haven't you been able to tell her how you're suffering with all this time she's been spending at those meetings? Although I suppose that she feels a little sex, especially the hot brand that you two usually trip out on together must be more kicks than most guys get if they have sex every night in the week."
"You have to be kidding, Trina. Those days are long over. I'm lucky if I get it once a week, and now Jean has decided that all men are rapists and she refuses to let me use her body as a toilet, which is just the way she put it. Instead I'm supposed to join some of her groups and, are you ready for this, expend my energy in more positive ways."
Trina couldn't help it. She laughed out loud. That had to be the most idiotic notion she had heard in a long while. She would have tried to joke Mark out of taking that nonsense seriously, but she realized that Jean was deadly serious and that Mark's suffering because of it was no laughing matter. Again she took his hand, but this time in her own lap.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Jean really is off her rocker, in this thing and she has to be straightened out, but fast. Is she at least keeping up her looks?"
"Sometimes. Well, she did tonight.' A real knock-out like the good old days, but you have to see her when she goes to those meetings, expensive, but severely tailored suits and her hair so done up by the beauty shop that when you touch it, you touch cardboard. When she comes home after being with those women, I would swear that they had shot her full of ice." , "Oh, Mark! You poor dear."
As she made this soothing remark, Trina happened to press her hand tightly on top of his, and down Mark's hand went against her heavenly golden mound. He sincerely wanted to take his hand away before the sensation made his cock any harder, but Trina was looking deeply into his eyes and seemed unaware that she had him clamped down there.
He thought it best to make believe that it wasn't happening, but his cock didn't seem to play along. It was nearly full strength and bobbing in his pants. If she looked down or got any closer, she was going to know how much she was turning him on. How was something like this going to solve his problem with Jean? Trina would probably take notice and laugh him right out of the house. Who could believe a guy was trying to save his marriage when he was sitting there with a fucking hard-on!
"Trina, would you mind if I walked around the room a little? I'm feeling kind of restless."
The unexpected remark momentarily drew her attention away from his body and up to his face. Mark was just able to pull his hand out of her crotch and stand up quickly. While his back was turned to her he took a quick dive into his pants and yanked his cock up against his belly in the hopes that his condition would not be so noticeable.
Trina was silent, and as he paced, she looked him carefully up and down. He was upset, to be sure. But she also knew an excited guy when she saw one, and with a cock as big as Mark's, there was no way he could hide his hard-on, no matter where he pushed it. The outline was very clear in his tight pants, and her mouth watered.
Just before Mark had come to her apartment, she had been tossing and turning in her bed, trying to decide if it would help her sleeplessness any to masturbate for the third time that night. She was glad to be rid of her husband as he wasn't much of a lay, but now she knew that what she had then was better than the occasional fucks from dates that she had now. Phoney strangers just weren't to her taste.
She tried to tell herself that this was the only reason she was feeling so hot while looking at Mark. Trina would never even consider betraying her own best friend.
But Mark was her friend too, and he certainly did need comforting tonight. She could just do that much for him and let it go no further. A little sisterly affection and he would relax enough for the two of them to work out a way that they would be able to reach Jean and snatch her away from that intellectual crowd she was running with.
"Come on, Mark. Why don't you come to me and let me help you unwind a little. Say! How about a little massage? It should do wonders for those tense muscles. We've got plenty of time to talk after that. Jean is probably asleep by now and won't even notice how late you walk in."
A massage. Would he be able to stand having those long, slender fingers all over his body without trying to fuck her? She would probably want his shirt off, maybe even his pants. And her in that sheer negligee ...-.
"I don't know, Trina. It really is late."
"Nonsense. I'm not letting you walk out of here while you're still so jumpy and nothing is settled. You can keep your shorts on if you're suddenly feeling shy. But take your shirt and pants off, then climb into my bed on your belly. Trust me, Mark. They tell me that I have pretty talented hands."
He couldn't answer her last remark. No matter what he said, it would have come out dirty. It would probably be all right. Trina was their childhood friend. She wouldn't have any other interest in him but a sisterly one. So what was the harm in a little massage? Goodness knew, he could certainly use a little pampering, however innocent.
"Okay, Trina." He finally said. "Sounds good. Give me a minute in there to get undressed."
Suddenly he felt like he was sixteen years old, and shy to be even partially undressed in front of a female. While she waited patiently in the living room, he dropped his pants and shirt. His cock was huge by then, and he was grateful for her suggestion that he lie on his belly. Mark was ashamed of himself for feeling so horny, but there didn't seem much that he could do about it. Trina really turned him on.
He couldn't even allow himself to dwell on this thought. Trying to understand the reasons would only make him that much more excited. No matter how crazy Jean was driving him, there was no other man in her life and she didn't deserve to have him cheat on her.
Mark rubbed his cock a couple of times as he thought of Trina about to join him in this bed. It could happen so easily if she was willing. Who would ever know?
No, Trina would never allow it, and Mark would never forgive himself for trying. He lay down on his belly now and pressed his groin into the mattress. They would talk a little about Jean during the massage. Maybe in such a relaxed mood, they might be able to find some answers.
"You ready, Mark?"
"Sure. Come on in."
Trina stopped for a second in the doorway, taking a long, hungry look at the prostrate male form on her bed. God! Did she ever need a hot cock that night, and his certainly appeared to be in the right condition, even if he was taking great pains to hide this fact from her.
They were friends, supposed to be like sister and brother. Jean was her dearest friend. Trina had no right to even entertain such a thought. It was heresy.
She shook her head a little to clear it, then walked into the room with a straight face. The lights were on and this made the scene far less romantic than she would have liked. A soft, dim light would have been more appropriate to something sexy. Just as well. The less stimulation she had from their surroundings, the better she would be able to manage.
Trina was no expert on massage, but she knew how to work the kinks out of a man's neck and shoulders, and was reasonably good with the rest of his back. The problem was that she had learned the massage techniques after her break-up with Ronnie. She had only tried it on her lovers so far, and then it was always with the intention of turning them on with her hands once she worked her way down far enough.
This time she would have to stop short of the ass. No reason to be down there anyway, if her intention was just to relax him, and that had to be her only intention.
"All right, Mark. You just close your eyes, and think the most pleasant thoughts you possibly can. I'll do the rest."
From a nightstand, Trina took out a bottle of baby oil, then poured some into her palms. This substance she rubbed back and forth for a bit, in order to warm it a little. When she began to apply it, Trina started at the sides of his neck, massaging the tight muscles that she found there with her finger-tips and then worked her way to the back of his neck, where the tension was even more evident.
When she reached the point between his neck and shoulders, Trina started her massage in earnest. He really needed this manipulation. She found the muscles practically tied up in knots, and had to dig in hard with her fingertips, working them out like a fan until she heard him sigh and felt his upper body begin to relax just a little.
Trina sincerely believed that nothing more would come of this than the massage, and so did Mark. He had to admit that her deft fingers certainly did feel good, and that he was feeling considerably better since lying down on her bed. If Jean was really the understanding woman that she claimed to be, then she could not see the harm in what he and her friend were doing now.
Then he decided that he would not think about Jean for a while. It would help him to relax more if he cleared his mind of his problems. Lying there with his eyes closed and his hard cock throbbing softly against Trina's sheets while she massaged the tension out of his body was best for him now.
She was down to his shoulder blades by then, working more oil into his skin, which felt strangely hot wherever he touched her. Mark understood the tingling sensation to be caused by her kneading fingers, but the heat and his rippling muscles could not be explained away so easily. This became even more intense when she started working down along his spine, and Mark couldn't help wondering just how far down she would go before she stopped.
He was caught between wanting her to go all the way down to his ass and below to what was hanging hard and heavy between his legs, and wanting her to stop before it was too late. Massaging down a little too low could mean the end of their friendship and the beginning of something that both of them would probably regret later on.
He said nothing one way or the other. If the responsibility lay on Trina's shoulders, Mark reasoned that he could always blame it on her should things go a little too far. She was down at the base of his spine now, actually with the tips of her long fingers resting at the elastic waistband of his shorts.
She hesitated there, and he knew that she had to be considering what her next move was going to be. His heart pounded in his chest. The thought that she was actually considering playing with him, even if only a little, excited him tremendously. He wanted to put his hand under his body and stroke himself, but that would have been too obvious.
Tensely then, he waited to see what she decided to do.
The deep breath that she took was actually audible to Mark. He could not see that she had noticed the way he raised his hips slightly because his hard-on was becoming so uncomfortable. From behind she had a pretty good view of it, especially when he spread his legs a bit, and what she saw down there was awfully tantalizing.
Trina's hands hovered over the back reaches of his crotch, and her palms sweated for the touch of it. It was wrong, but so appealing.
"Your leg muscles look kind of tense, too, Mark. I think I should do some work on them as well."
"Well ... uhhh. Yes. Maybe you're right," he answered after some very fast calculating.
Mark reasoned that even if she did not do it deliberately, Trina, by massaging his thighs, and preferably the insides of them, might just touch against his balls by accident. Even such a slight touch would have done him good at this point. He was very excited and wished that just this once they could put Jean and friendship aside for the sake of simple lust.
Trina had already gone past that point in her mind. She was just too horny and Mark's cock was too handy. Her hands were shaking as she went to work on the fleshy part of the backs of his thighs, just below his ass. Working at this area on both legs furiously, Trina's face was bent right over Mark's body and her mouth was so hungry to take a little bite out of his ass that she actually drooled on his shorts.
Although she did try valiantly to keep her cool, her cunt was starting to water. Mark's legs continually spread until they were far apart and she could see the huge bulge quite clearly between them. She had every intention of working down the backs of his thighs to his calves, but her hands went to his balls instead. Her fingers were still working at the soft flesh on either side, but her thumbs continually rubbed against each hairy ball and it wasn't very long before Mark could not lay still.
"Aren't you getting a little off target?" he timidly asked.
"Maybe I'm finally getting on target, Mark. You're already in my bed, and things are not exactly terrific in your own. Maybe I can be a really good friend and give you what you need the most."
There was no further discussion. Mark didn't have to think about her offer twice. Jean was out of his mind with lust and his tensions were practically gone. He rolled over on his back now and looked up into the flushed face of the beautiful woman. Suddenly he realized how very badly he wanted to fuck Trina with no thoughts of guilt about it at all.
She looked at him once and knew what his answer was. While he laid there and watched, she dropped her negligee off her shoulders and slipped out of it. Mark's shorts were next, and as she tugged them down, her head went down too. She took a quick lick at his belly button and he shuddered with delight. And when his shorts were off and his cock bobbed straight up in the air, Trina rubbed her nose playfully back and forth across the tip of it, until Mark put an end to her teasing by pressing her head down with his hand until she opened her mouth and gobbled him up, right down to the hairy nest at its base.
"Oh, honey, what a talented mouth you have."
"The better to suck you off, my dear."
Her reply only took a second off her sucking time, and then she went right back to it. Trina's lips were soft and wet. They clung just enough to apply terrific pressure along the sensitive under veins, but not too much that she couldn't slide easily along the smooth pole.
Trina could easily have made him pop and in very short order, just the way she was going, but this was just a sample of what she could do for him. She took her mouth off just at the tip of his prick and ran the edge of her teeth down along one side until she was at his balls.
Once there she opened her mouth very wide and plopped the two of them between her jaws. Mark began to groan. If she did much more of that he was going to shoot all over her ceiling.
"No more sucking," he pleaded, and she brought her face up to smile mischievously at him.
"Well, some sucking anyway. Like on these, for instance."
Trina was all smiles as she crawled between Mark's spread knees and then right over his body. As she put her mouth to his and stuck her tongue out for him to swallow up, Trina lifted her ass in the air and then reached under to grasp the shaft of his throbbing dick firmly in her hand.
Stiff as he was by then, it was very simple for her to hold him upright and slowly lower her cunt right down on it.
"Uhhh, uhhh ... Oh, so big," she gasped.
His hard cock stretched her cuntal walls wide and she already felt chock full, but Trina kept on coming down until their kinky hairs mingled and Mark could reach up and grab her by the neck. She pressed her face against his hairy chest and lifted her ass up just a little.
"You're in the driver's seat, lady. Let's see if you can do a man's job."
"You want it rough and tough, do you? Okay. You asked for it, so hang on to your balls."
An instant later she had her ass so high up in the air that only the tip of his cock remained within her. She took a few minutes of simply twirling her body around his dick, teasing the both of them until Mark was yanking at her hair and she could no longer hold her body aloft.
When she came down all the way again, she was none too gentle about it. Her body was steaming with passion, and she needed it to be hard and fast for her sake, not simply to prove that she could do it.
Trina slammed down hard on the first stroke and for every stroke after that. It had her grunting hard and she kept losing track of her thoughts, but she never upset her rhythm.
Mark was mumbling in her ear and she decided that she better do something to shut him up.
"Here. Fill your mouth with these for a while. Your chatter is making me miss my stroke."
Then she laughed and lifted her tit to his lips. His jaws were wide open and he filled his cavity with her succulent flesh. Mark hurt her just a little by taking little nips, but most of the time he mouthed her wet and she licked inside his ear.
Her stroking picked up steadily. With her knees planted firmly on either side of his prone body, Trina did most of the work until Mark began to climb toward the peak of his pleasure and could no longer lie as still as she wanted him to.
It was time for Mark to get into the act. He picked up on the tempo of her fucking quickly and was matching her stroke for stroke as he dropped the tit from his mouth and took her lips to his. Their passion was mindless and without foundation. It should never have happened and would probably never happen again.
But for as long as it lasted, both of them were determined to make it the fuck of a lifetime. Their humping became so wild and rapid that all bedding was tossed to the floor and the springs creaked under their frantic motions. Trina felt his cock stabbing so deeply into her that she thought it wise to be a little gender to herself or it was going to pop right out of her throat, but she couldn't slow herself down no matter how hard she tried.
Her body was out of control. It was stuffed full of hot cock, and greedy to keep it that way. She was already feeling tired, but her ass kept humping up and down on ecstatic energy alone.
They were both sweating heavily and it all collected on Mark's chest. It matted down his hair, but neither noticed.
They were blind to anything but their impending orgasms, which built and then exploded rapidly. Trina could feel what was happening with Mark, by the hugely bloated condition of his cock and the raspy sound of his breathing. Her clit was being constantly massaged by the thickness of his shaft every time that she plunged down on it, and bright colors were whirling before her closed eyes.
"Shoot it into me, stud, 'cause here I come!" she announced and proceeded to gush all over his groin.
That was it for Mark. His come pumped up into her like a geyser, and while Trina could no longer hump with any effectiveness, her body was still gyrating wildly as she continued to flood all over his body.
Every turn of her hips brought even more stimulation to the already stinging walls of her cunt and her clit was aroused almost to the point of pain. She let out a shrill scream of savage pleasure and then slumped on top of him in a daze.
Mark's cock still throbbed, but it was slowing down now. He took his dear friend in his arms and cradled her head softly against his sweaty chest. His head was already clear. He fully realized what they had done, and knew that they could never go back to the way their relationship used to be.
He thought he should be feeling guilty, but instead he was relieved. Trina's displayed passion for him had renewed his faith in himself and reaffirmed his need for this sort of thing in his homelife. Now he knew for a certainty that he had no marriage without it.
Jean would not change overnight and meanwhile he still had his needs. The harm was done with Trina. Mark figured that they couldn't hang a guy twice for the same sin, so he might as well enjoy as much of the play as he could before he called to task for it.
Trina had intended to help him with all her heart, but certainly not in these ways. If she had a debt to pay to Jean for having used her husband's magnificent dick, then Trina felt she could best accomplish this by showing her just how grave the danger was to her marriage, and maybe even getting her to take a good look at her inner self while she was at it.
What about Mark? Too late to think about refraining. They had already fucked, so maybe it wasn't so bad if they continued to do so until the day that Mark reported his marriage was straightened out and it was time to return to fidelity.
"We should still talk, Mark. I love what we did, but I would rather see you happy with Jean."
"You're right. I feel the same way. Please get me another drink and we'll see if we can work out some sort of plan."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jean woke up several times during the night, only to see that she was still in their bed alone. It didn't say anywhere in the pamphlets she was constantly reading about what she was supposed to do about finding a fed-up husband.
Now she couldn't think of one argument in her entire new philosophy that could keep her from sobbing into her pillow.
Mark, dear Mark. Don't you know how much I love you?
What good were tears now, or a promise to herself that she would try to temper her intellectual passions and make a little room in her life for some of his. He was gone, maybe forever.
She tossed on a robe and went out on the terrace where she could see the driveway and the street beyond. The sky was getting slowly lighter. Dawn was just about to break and there was still no sign of him. Was Caroline going to keep her company on the next lonely night, and help her warm her chilled bones with philosophy when what she needed was her man?
She had already turned to go back inside when she heard his car pulling up. He looked a little the worse for wear, but not drunk, and apparently uninjured. Curiously, his shoulders weren't slumped as they usually did when he was heavily burdened with worries. His walk was tired, but still just a little bit jaunty.
He saw her standing there and gave her a little wave. Jean wanted to run right out the front door and throw herself in his arms, but her pride wouldn't let her. She was sure her eyes were red and her face all blotchy from all the crying she had been doing. Her lacquered hair felt separated like so many broken pieces of a china cup.
Her heart went to the door to greet her husband, but the rest of her made a mad dash for the bathroom before he could get a good look at the mess she was in. Quickly she ran a shower for herself, and by the time she was ready to face him, Mark had already changed, grabbed a cup of coffee and gone to work.
Jean had the entire day ahead of her to feel sorry for herself, commiserate with Caroline, or pull herself together and fight to save what was left of her marriage if she possibly could.
She went into the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice, but decided against a more substantial breakfast because everything in the refrigerator turned her stomach. Glancing at the big calendar that she kept up on the wall there, Jean noticed that she had a bazaar steering committee meeting planned for two that afternoon. Six chattering women would be telling about the latest wonderful things that their husbands did and how their tennis games were improving. She just couldn't hear any of it today.
Caroline sensed that something was wrong as soon as she heard the tone of Jean's voice. She offered to come over and help plan a new strategy that would take Mark's understanding by storm, but Jean wasn't buying and the other woman finally gave up.
Jean paced around the house for a little while, thinking about getting dressed and doing a little shopping to perk up her spirits. But when she sat down at her dressing table mirror to put her face on, Jean couldn't stand the reflection staring back at her. It looked prudish and hateful. Impulsively, she picked up a can of hair spray and clouded over the image before running out of the room in tears.
When she went back into the living room with a dust rag, hoping that some housework would relax her a little, Jean noticed that the batch of pamphlets she usually kept neatly piled in a wicker basket near her favorite chair was torn to pieces and scattered all over the room. So much for calm reasoning with Mark.
But was it Mark that she really needed to argue with now? Jean realized that she must first settle the inner conflict that had just become apparent to her since her husband's going off in the night. Until that point in their relationship she had been sure that her way was the only right way. This was the time to reconsider.
If only she hadn't shut herself off almost completely from the world that she and Mark used to know. Jean had a hunch that the answers to their marital dilemma lay back there, if she could only just reach them.
This thought brought her back to their college crowd and the innocent way they all had with the enjoyment of sex. As far as she knew, but for the divorce of Trina and Ronnie, which had to do with his business travels, she had been told, the rest of their crowd was still quite happy. Even Trina and Ronnie were still the best of friends. Jean didn't want to be the only one in the crowd who had to sacrifice her marriage because she had been a total failure at it.
These ideals of hers just didn't seem so important in the light of a day where she might have to face the world all alone. She still felt that they had merit, but at how high a cost?
Again she thought of Trina. She had always been so easy to talk to, and they had worked out many a difficult problem together. Although neither she nor Mark had seen their old friend in some long time, Jean still felt comfortable enough to pick up the phone and invite herself over there for the afternoon.
Trina's voice sounded a little odd when she agreed to the meeting, but Jean didn't make much of it. She put it off to surprise that Jean would be calling her on the spur of the moment and let it go at that.
Feeling that she might finally be getting some sympathy for the woman's side of this argument and possibly even a compromise that Jean could live with, she had a much easier time in putting her face together and getting dressed for cocktails with Trina.
She wanted the woman to see what progress she had made with her image, and so put on her smartest gray suit with blazer jacket and soft gray shirt, tied with a floppy bow in front. Her skirt was a little on the long side, but just right for her current image. The total look was of dignity and sophistication.
Jean put on her bravest smile for when Trina opened the door, but her lifetime friend saw right through the facade. Trina had been meaning to call her ever since Mark left her bed, but this was just as well. It seemed more innocent.
"Why, Jean dear. You look smashing! But you also look very troubled. Come in here and tell your best friend all about it."
Trina circled Jean's waist and hugged her close. She had to sound sincere because she was. After a few hours of thinking over what had happened between she and Mark, Trina still knew that in the long run she wanted to see their marriage saved. If there were any more fuck sessions with Mark in the meantime, she would take them in her stride.
No sooner did they get to the sofa than Jean broke down into a torrent of tears. She covered her face in shame, but Trina took her hands away and hugged the pretty head to her breasts. Then she let her friend cry it out until her breathing sounded a little better and Trina thought that she might be able to speak coherently.
"You go ahead and lay it all on me, dear. I'm here to help, no matter what it is."
Jean wanted to put on a brave front and show her uninhibited friend her new conservative veneer, but her problems lay too heavily on her heart and she poured out the whole truth of it. Her closing lines told of Jean's last attempt to seduce her husband into submission and his running off into the night.
Then she attempted to explain how sincere she was in her conservative philosophy, but admitted to ambivalent feelings and confusion about it all now.
"I'm glad you got it all out of your system. You don't want to lose Mark, do you?" Trina asked.
"No. I love him just as much as I ever did."
"You know, you could just be employing the wrong methods. He might be willing to go along with some of your stuff if you gave him a little more of what he wanted. Just look at you now. I have to admit that it looks stunning to a woman, but where did the sexy chick go who gave all the guys hard-ons in school?"
"I think blatant sexuality is vulgar. Why should I have to go around looking like a whore?"
"There's a lot of distance between looking sharp and looking like a whore, Jean. You calm down and trust me on this. I think we can work something out."
Jean looked into her friend's eyes and saw the sympathy that she had been needing for the past several hours. Starting to cry again, but not as hysterically, Jean pressed her face between her friend's big tits and threw her arms around her with gratitude.
Trina felt a strange tingle of pleasure shoot through her chest, and realized it was due to more than sisterly affection. She could tell from the way Jean's body softened against hers that she must be feeling something like it herself. Trina had never made it with a woman, but that didn't stop her from seeing the sexual side of their touch now.
But this was no time to think about her own pleasure. Her dearest friend had come to her for help, and help she must give.
"Let's have a drink and see what we can do to work out something in your image that you and Mark could both live with. Maybe you could hang onto your philosophy that way and his manhood won't be threatened if you're more of a wife in other ways. How does that sound to you?"
"There might be something to it, but I'm still not sure that I want to compromise."
"Think about it a bit and I'll be right back."
Trina had more than the drinks as reason to get away from Jean for a couple of minutes. She had felt an urge to reach for her friend's breasts just then, and didn't like it. Certainly Jean did need to loosen up sexually, but that didn't have to mean with another woman, did it?
She brought back two very dry martinis and set them down on the coffee table. Jean pushed her glass away. She wasn't in the mood for getting high. What she wanted was answers.
"Drink it down. It'll help," Trina urged.
Jean shrugged her shoulders and did as she was told. She didn't have the moral strength to argue about anything. So she picked up the glass and gulped down the entire contents without blinking, as if she were tasting bitter medicine. Instantly a warm flow of relaxation swept through her body and she leaned back against the sofa. Trina sipped hers more slowly, but leaned back next to her friend.
She felt her body throbbing where it touched Jean's, and when she pressed her legs together and extended them on the surface of the coffee table, she could feel how warm and swollen her pussy was getting. Under the guise of friendly affection, she rubbed her side against Jean's. They had been friends since childhood. Jean would never think anything of it. Especially now with her head into such intellectual things.
"Jean, can we talk straight today? There's really not much I can do for you unless we do."
"That's why I'm here, Trina. Say anything you feel. I can take it."
"All right, then. I feel that you're getting too uptight about sex. Those women can preach all they want about saving the world and I don't really see any harm in devoting some of your time to charity, but I do think you're cheating yourself and Mark out of some beautiful experiences by trying to cut sex out of your life."
"Maybe I'm just getting too old for that kind of stuff. I'm getting lines in my face. My body is sagging."
"You have to be kidding! You're just as gorgeous as ever. You just can't see it under that phony pushed-up hairdo and those banker's clothes. When was the last time you had a really good look at yourself?"
Jean thought back to the night before and her black caftan. Mark had found her a knock-out in it, but she had thought the sexy look was phony. Now Trina had her head all turned around in confusion.
"You really think I should change the way I look?" she asked dumbly because the martini had her high.
"If you want to hang on to your husband. Stand up and walk around a little for me. I want to check you out."
Jean felt silly, but she did get up on her feet and do a few turns around the area. Trina looked over every inch of her, and again felt the curious warmth between her legs that she desperately wished would go away.-Luckily, Jean seemed unaware of anything unusual coming down and came to stand just before her.
"So what needs work?" Jean asked.
"To begin with, you have big, beautiful titties, love. But you really don't need to wear that bra."
"Oh, I can't flop around the way those young girls do. I'd look ugly."
"Why don't we just see about that? Take off your jacket and blouse."
"What?"
"Go ahead. Don't tell me you're shy in front of me. We used to skinny dip together. Remember?"
"We didn't have any tits in those days."
"Oh, go on!"
Reluctantly Jean took off her outer garments and stood with her hands hanging uselessly at her sides while Trina unhooked her white satin demi-bra from behind. The breasts fell free then, and Jean shuddered in the cool breeze wafting in from an open window. Her nipples stiffened and Trina's eyes became glazed as she watched it happening.
This sexy feeling for her best friend had to stop before something awful happened. But there was just one thing that Trina could not resist trying.
"You don't sag at all."
"I do so, Trina."
"I don't believe it. Just let me see for myself."
That was all the excuse Trina needed. She stood up and went to meet her friend in the center of the floor. Looking her straight in the eye so that Jean wouldn't think there was anything amiss, Trina put out both her palms and grasped a tit in each one.
She felt Jean shake and saw the startled look in her eyes, then the fear right after it. That settled the question of whether Trina would even consider trying anything more along those lines. Jean was cold as ice, and what fun would that be?
But she wasn't going to give up on loosening Jean's inhibitions, for Mark's sake. She had to try and reach her in any way she could.
So, after suggesting that Jean dress again, they began to talk about different kinds of sex and Jean was forced to admit that blowjobs and eating cunt really weren't all that bad although she had come to see these acts as being unsanitary.
The subject of anal intercourse met a great deal more resistance in Jean. She maintained that only sick, perverted women allowed such an act, unless of course they were so masochistic that pain was something they relished. No matter what Trina said to her about it, Jean refused to budge. And when she finally challenged her friend by asking if she would permit a man to do such a vile thing to her, Trina was so angry that she refused to answer.
Jean went home resolved that she would try to be a bit more sensuous around the house with Mark but believing that Trina would no more allow a cock up her ass than she would herself. She still suffered from a great deal of confusion, but Jean was determined to try and tread a little more softly on her philosophy and give a bit more on sexuality.
She only hoped that this would be enough and not too late.
CHAPTER SIX
There was still time that night to prepare something a little special for her husband and hope she would do better at it than she had done the night before. Once again Jean sorted through the things in her closet for something that was suitably attractive but not too much of a compromise for her principles.
She finally selected a sleek red pants outfit with a halter top and after checking her chest out in the full length mirror, decided that Trina might have something in her going braless. She didn't feel right walking around with her breasts jiggling all over the place, but if it enticed Mark sufficiently to stay home with her that night, then she supposed it was worth her effort.
This night she resolved to keep the conversation on a non-argumentative level, and be as charming as possible. She would even go so far as to seduce her own husband and give him as close to the kind of sex she used to as she could manage.
But she soon found out that she had wasted all that preparation time. Mark no sooner walked in the door than he went straight upstairs for a shower, shave and a change of clothes. He didn't even bother with dinner and had very little to say to her at all. She was not to wait up for him and he would grab a bite outside.
He was on his way back to Trina's. It had been a snap decision made on the way home, but one that he was not entirely sure of until he came home and saw Jean all made up to deliver him another con job. He was not being put through that wringer again. Good as the fuck might be, he could get those kicks at Trina's with no gospel as a chaser.
Mark didn't phone ahead this time either, but not for the same reason as before. He didn't want the woman to have a chance to refuse him. The first time had been a spur of the moment thing, but now Mark's plans were deliberate. Although Jean might never find out about it, he was going to teach her a lesson by giving all the passion she wanted to quench to the body of her best friend. It was about the only way that he could work out his anger without real violence against his wife.
He wasn't going to avoid Jean completely. This night was going to have a show-down finish, but it would just have to be later on. What he needed first was a good fuck session to bolster his courage and get him in a good mood. Otherwise Mark was afraid that he was going to pack his bags and inform Jean that the next time he left the house it was going to be for good.
Trina didn't seem as surprised to see him standing in her doorway as he thought she would be.
"If I didn't know better I would say that you people were working this place on staggered shifts."
"Was Jean here?"
"She came to me for advice on how to win you over to her side. I don't mind telling you it was pretty hairy for a while."
"Does she think I've, been here?"
"Not at all."
"Good. I'm staying."
"Don't I get any choice in this?"
"Yeah. Whether you want to get fucked front or back, and if you want it right where you stand or in the bedroom if you can run fast enough."
"You think you're a hot stud, don't you?"
"I am."
"Okay, hot stud. See if you can match me. First one down to the buff gets to pick the fuck."
Trina was stripping down even as she was speaking. Sweater, black lace bra, then jeans and panties all went flying over the floor. Mark was pretty fast himself, but not fast enough. She was standing before him naked, her big tits heaving and her hands on her hips like the conquering hero before he even managed to get his shorts down over his huge hard-on.
"I win, stud," she giggled. "Catch me if you can."
Trina made a flying leap for Mark with her arms open wide and then her legs as she jumped up in the air and into Mark's arms. He caught her under her armpits just in time to feel her hips come crashing down against his belly, and with a little bit of skillful wiggling on her part, the tip of his cock was immediately wedged between her pouting pussylips.
Trina came down on him with a hard grunt, and the shock of feeling her wet cunt closing in on his upstanding hard dick so threw him that Mark almost fell backwards toppling the two of them to the floor. But, by some superhuman feat of strength, he did manage to remain upright, and brought his arms to circle her waist and support her in that way while he walked the two of them to the bedroom.
This was not as easy as it would have seemed to him without the tantalizing burden that he was carrying. Trina wasn't helping much. She was gently humping up and down on his throbbing prick all the way in there, and every few feet he really felt like stopping and fucking right where they happened to be. Getting to that bed at all without shooting right up into her belly turned out to be a major achievement.
He was hoping to get her to lie down on her back so that he could fuck her in the conventional way once they did get there. But Trina was in an extremely playful mood. She refused to climb off his pole now that she had it all the way into her, and Mark had to settle for sitting himself down in a velvet chair with her so sexily perched on his lap.
"Looks like I get to do all the work again," Trina laughed.
"Nobody told you to jump on like this thing was a pogo stick. You got yourself stuck on it, now you pay the price," Mark answered.
Trina showed that she didn't mind doing all the work in the least. Happily she hopped up and down on his raging boner while Mark threw his head back against the chair and tried to control himself. If she kept on going as she was he was going to come much too soon. Trina had that kind of effect on him. But he noticed a fashion magazine near him on a table and reached for that, knowing that he had found an aid to his problem.
She stopped bouncing for just a moment to see what he was doing, and laughed uproariously when she figured it out. Mark was hoping to concentrate on something dull and keep from shooting no matter what she did to him. It might have worked with another girl. But Trina was determined to get him off with such a roaring blast that he would never forget it. She did not take the magazine away, but started bouncing harder, and when her ass was down on his lap she screwed it around in a complete circle.
Mark honestly tried to read the magazine, but she was just too much woman for his concentration. Jean might have gone on for hours like this, provided she didn't find the position undignified, of course, and all Mark would have to do is picture her at a meeting with her stuffed shirt friends. That would be enough to cool him off quite a bit.
But Jean could have been in another country for all he cared right then. He let Trina fuck him along for a little longer, until he felt her thoroughly wet his lap a couple of times, and then tossed the magazine over his head. It was time to show her who was the boss!
Mark grabbed her firmly by the hips and started humping up at her so furiously that she finally lost all control of her stroking. All she could do now was lay her head on his shoulder and throw her arms around his neck. Mark had the power now and he knew just what to do with it. Besides his own upward humping, he also grasped her by the hips and forced her to move up and down with him. Her body was all liquid fire and she moved easily with him, thrilling him to his very marrow with just the right mixture of lust and soft femininity. Knowing that he was being the man again, fucking a woman to their mutual delight and seeing the hot appreciation in her eyes had him feeling on top of the world. It gave him strength to keep on fucking a little longer, but his body chemistry gave way before his will, and he shot in spite of all his best intentions.
Trina shook and shuddered to the tune of his cock so deeply embedded in her and spraying around the inside of her cunt like a fucking fire hose. She took a deep bite out of his neck and never thought that the way she was doing it would leave a telltale red mark as well as the impression of her teeth.
By the time the fuck was over, and Trina had a look at it, it was much too late to do anything about it. Mark rubbed at his neck, but Trina rushed him out of the house so fast that he didn't have a chance to look in the mirror.
He had other things on his mind anyway. Like the fact that he was going home feeling determined to straighten Jean out in the only way that really counted. Instead of feeling fatigued as he usually did after a struggling fuck with Jean, Mark was leaving Trina's apartment feeling refreshed and optimistic about what he was going home to face.
His mind was so filled with all the ways that he would straighten Jean out and rejuvenate her sexual spirits that he no longer felt the bite on his neck or even thought about it being there. His walk was proud and spirited, his smile genuine when he walked into the house and went upstairs to wake her up. Everything was finally going to be all right.
Jean wasn't asleep when he got into the bedroom. She had been lying awake staring at the ceiling during those hours, but closed her eyes as soon as she heard his key in the front door. For once she wasn't crying and had some make-up on her face.
She wasn't going to be arrogant this time, or even try to preach her philosophy to him. Provided that Jean could get Mark to listen at all, she was going to tell him from her heart how badly she felt for what she was putting him through, and actually beg him to find some way that the two of them could continue to live together.
It never entered her mind for a single moment that he would be coming into the room in the mood to fuck. But she turned the bed lamp on and saw him stripping on his way into the room. Once he was naked, his cock was hard and ready, with no doubt about it.
In passing she did notice the mark on his neck, and knew from her own past experience that there was only one way he could have gotten something like that. Mark had been with another woman! She would have started screaming and throwing things right then, but his raging hard-on and the way that he was staring at her supple body in the sheer pink nightgown with the covers thrown confused her.
If he had spent the time away from home screwing around, then why had he come home horny? She had to be wrong about the mark on his neck. A closer inspection by the morning light would reveal a satisfactory explanation. What mattered right then was getting close to her husband again in the way that meant the most to him.
Mark was not really expecting any cooperation from her, but he wasn't concerned. Even if he had to rape his own wife, this was one night when she would fall asleep respecting him and what he stood for.
"You see this prick, Jean?" he growled at her. "Yes, dear. I see it."
"Well good. Because I want you to get a good look at it. It makes me a man. Someone you can't live without. Admit it, you damn bitch!"
Jean resented the arrogance in his voice, and should have told him to go to hell instead of what he wanted to hear. But she had never seen him stronger or more sure of himself, and he was right. No matter what her principles dictated, Jean had to respect this man.
"I am waiting for an answer."
"Yes, Mark. I do need you. And I need your cock."
"Now you're talking, bitch. Come here and prove it."
She climbed out of bed as if some immortal Greek God had just summoned her and walked over to him, then stood before him with her head bowed humbly low. Mark lifted her face with his finger under her chin and kissed her cruelly on her mouth.
Then he pressed down on her shoulders, pushing her roughly to her knees. She didn't fight him, but once down, did nothing on her own, knowing that she had no will now. She was his to command.
"Is this cock beautiful?" Mark demanded to know.
"Yes, it is."
"Then worship it, woman."
Jean understood exactly what her husband wanted and she obeyed without question. As she settled down on her legs and moved her mouth up closely to his raging cock, Jean thought for one more second about the mark on his neck and resolved that the next night he left the house without explanation, she was going to follow him and find out if there was any truth to her suspicions.
She was repulsed for one awful second when imagining that she was about to put her freshly rinsed mouth on a cock that may have just been inside another woman's body. But she had nothing but the one clue, and Mark still smelled like his old fresh self. Clean and pure, deliciously appetizing as he had been when they were young.
Suspicions be damned. For now she would have to act on faith. Opening her mouth wide, Jean started working her lips back along his shaft until her nose was being tickled by his pubic nest, and the hot, clean taste of cock meat was filling her senses. This blowjob was what counted now, and this man was her master!
She performed a few tiny strokes with her lips, out of some perverse need to at least appear dainty if she could not appear dignified. But Mark was in no mood for anything half-hearted. It was imperative that she renew her respect for the all-mighty male organ, or there wouldn't be much reason to even attempt to save the marriage.
"Suck like you mean it, bitch!" he ordered.
Jean pulled her head back off the dick and looked up at her husband in dismay. He wasn't behaving like a gentleman at all, and here she had been willing to make some effort without all this yelling. It seemed that no matter how much she tried on her own these days, it just wasn't enough for him.
She had been willing to attempt meeting him on an equal level, but obviously this was not what he wanted. The very position she was presently in symbolized his demands, and now Jean knew that if she did not comply with them there was no point in trying to talk later on. Mark wanted absolute submission and would settle for nothing less. She began to cry then, powerless to retain even a small shred of her former dignity and desperate to hang on to her marriage.
She looked up at the reddened organ that was waving before her face and was nearly hypnotized by it. In the soft glow of the nightlight the thing looked iridescent with its mahogany knob and crimson shaft glowing with the purplish tones of the veins that ran all through it.
From this close up, Mark's cock looked bigger than ever, and she began to understand for the first time in her life why men seemed inordinately proud to have been born with these magical masts instead of cunts. A cunt couldn't grow and shrink, stand up and do tricks, and it couldn't delight a woman as she really needed to be.
Her eyes traveled along the length of it until it ended at the kinky base which covered the heavy sacs containing his bloated nuts. They looked so big tonight. Didn't he feel weighted down by them, she wondered.
Mark looked so powerful, standing there and glowering at her, his hands on his hips and his legs planted in a mighty stance. His cock looked too huge for her to take on, and she feared that if she did, he might actually fuck her head off with it. Mark was in a very strange mood this night, and he frightened her.
"I love you, Mark," she pleaded. "Please believe me. If we could only talk things over."
"This is not time for talk. This cock of mine is the boss, and it wants to be sucked. Open your mouth and get busy, or it's the last time you'll ever have to turn it down."
She couldn't procrastinate any longer. Indeed, she did not want to. Her lips were trembling, but she parted them and bent her face forward, immediately making contact with the crimson tip. It was dripping by then, and she felt the first few drops of it rolling back along her tongue and down her throat. The male fluid soothed the parched feeling that she had down there. Everything was going to be all right.
Again she attempted to take the gentle approach with this effort, but Mark was out of patience. He grabbed the base of his cock firmly in his hand, then held Jean's head rigid with his other hand so that he could shove his entire cock down her throat before she could back away from it.
The gesture had taken her by surprise. Jean certainly knew better than to leave her teeth exposed, but there had been no time to cover them with the inside of her lips. The pain to Mark's sensitive flesh was sharp and certain. She heard his whistle and felt his grip tighten on her head. For a flash of terrified reason,-she believed that he might snap her neck.
But he did nothing. She had covered her teeth almost immediately, and now the tight grip of those lips against his aching hot dick more than made up for the momentary pain that he had suffered. She wasn't fighting him, so he decided to forgive her for her little transgression.
He didn't have to say so. Jean knew and she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Mark did not have to warn her about anything now. There was no doubt that a great deal was at stake in this one blowjob.
He didn't pull back very much on his cock, but there was enough distance for him to slam painfully between her jaws, so deeply that his balls bounced against her chin now. She smelled his heated scent and knew that he had really been the master all along. No matter how she claimed that she didn't want sex with him, and refused it, she was actually the one being punished as she had to do without this pleasure.
She began to cry hard. They were tears of remorse, but Mark took them to mean that she didn't wish to cooperate. He was determined that this would be the last lesson in feminine duty that he would ever have to teach her, and so began to screw his raging cock in and out of her mouth at the pace that he normally used in a lower hole.
The force of the strokes was so strong that she often rocked back on her heels. But Jean never lost her balance. She brought her hands to the backs of his thighs and dug her fingers into the muscled flesh so that she could at least do something to contribute to his efforts, by hanging in there if nothing else.
Jean really wanted to do the job herself, but Mark was blind with his fury, and convinced that she would not cooperate on her own. Much as she tried to soften the oval of her lips a bit and employ the use of her tongue as he usually liked to have her do, Mark was moving along much too fast for her. This was no real blowjob. Her husband was simply fucking her face, and by rights she should have been indignant.
But she took this to be a punishment that she had earned by turning a cold shoulder to the needs of the man that she had pledged her life to. No matter how much she hated what he was doing to her now, she knew that she deserved this much and worse.
Totally submissive now, Jean forced the muscles in her neck and mouth to relax a little so that Mark would find an easier passage for himself. As soon as Mark noticed that his wife had decided to cooperate with him, he let go of her head, and she was now free to move at will.
Jean started working with him as soon as she was able. Her head bobbed back and forth easily now, and when Mark felt her willing motion, he slowed down a little himself so that they could work in unison and Jean was also able to use her tongue on him. She was determined to please him in every way that she could, and during the rest of this session, Mark actually believed that this would be the turning point in their sexual relationship.
The fuck of the night before had been sort of all right, but this was a little better. She had come around to his way on her own, or so it seemed. This was beginning to feel like the blowjobs she used to give him when they were young. Could be there would be no need for threats and further sessions with Trina.
Mark was dead wrong, but he wouldn't have been able to tell by what was happening just then. Jean was working like an old master, her tongue slithering along the shaft of his cock and all around it like a hungry snake looking for its dinner and spitting as it went. Her jaws continually opened and closed just as the clasping walls of her cunt would, and she had taken his balls into her hand so that she could stir around the fluids in there as well.
Now it was Mark who had to hang on in order to keep his balance. He stopped working so hard at it himself and let her take him the rest of the way on her own. Jean brought up her other hand so that she could masturbate the root of his dick while her mouth and other hand completed the effort. For those last few moments, Mark forgot all about power. He was senseless with pleasure, and mumbling almost to himself.
"Ohhh, babbby. OHhhhh," she heard buzzing in her ears.
This then was the old Mark. Her good sense came back to her and she actually thought that he would be feeling so wonderful once he came that she would once again be the one in command. That she had tried this and failed the night before didn't enter her mind. This time she was working hard. This time she would succeed.
"Now, baby, now," he grunted.
His moment was near. Jean redoubled her efforts. This last phase of the blowjob was her last chance to make it such an outstanding one that Mark would be in his most receptive mood. She had given up her sense of dignity, submitted to his wishes, and now that she was once again able to exercise some control over what was happening, Jean began to feel that she was entitled to some giving on his part once the session was over. Her tongue worked frantically, darting and washing while her mouth and jaws opened and closed like a mechanical sucking machine. Her fingers pressed along the sensitive under-vein and she pushed upwards towards the tip of his cock, as if urging the come to start flowing there.
She worked on his balls as well, and now the wind was whistling through his clenched teeth as he fought to hang on for a few more seconds, but could not succeed. By then her mouth was working so rapidly up and down along his cock that she had no room for her free hand at the base of this, and used it instead to dig into his muscular thighs. She soon had to do the same with the other hand as he was humping frantically back and forth, and she had to hold him in a semi-rigid position just so that she could keep on going as she was.
"Oh, honey, just beautiful," he moaned. "Gonna fill your mouth with come. Drink it all up, honey. Every fucking drop."
Yes, she wanted all that come. She was thirsty for it now. Greedy for it and demanding that she have it immediately. Her jaws were already aching and she could feel her teeth cutting into the flesh of her inner lip, but she refused to slow down on the motions even for a split second. Her tongue could feel the come coursing along his thick under vein, and it was going to start pumping at any second.
She wanted him to come quickly now, but not because she was anxious for the act to be over and done. This was the way that she was hoping to pay her penance for having neglected him so cruelly in the recent past. To have his orgasm in her mouth would be her reward.
She even used the tip of her tongue to scoop out whatever fluids it could find from his pisshole, and Mark's body shuddered at this fabulous sensation. What started out as just a few drops was now a steady stream, and judging from the way that his belly was twitching and his hands digging hard into her shoulders, Jean knew that the heavy load could not be far behind. He was moaning constantly now and when she looked up to his face every few seconds, Jean could see his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Mark was swaying to the tune of her constantly moving mouth and shuddering with intense pleasure every time that he felt his cockshaft rubbing along the ridges of her mouth and throat. He wanted to prolong the act because he felt it was doing her good to work so hard and so humbly, and he had to admit that it was making him feel terrific as well. But Mark was tired from the session with Trina and his wife was really doing a terrific job now. It made him feel that he had every right to think he had power over her and because of this he could act a little more charitable toward her.
So he patted her gently on the top of her head, and began to speak in soothing tones.
"Just like that, baby. It's soooo goooddd!"
The change in the tone of his voice and the way that he was caressing her head and ears now made Jean feel that her reward was imminent. She would get him off and all would be well. Already he was beginning to sound like they could work everything out. Yes, this was going to be a very special night for the both of them.
"Bitch, beautiful bitch."
Nothing he was saying made much sense, but she didn't care. The movements in his body were close to convulsions and he simply could not hold out any longer.
"Gonna come, baby. Suck it all. Don't miss a drop!"
Jean made sure that she could do just that. She pressed her lips down hard against the cock and started pumping the come out in this way. Until that moment, her own body had been rather calm in spite of her heightened emotions, but now her own passions broke forth and her cunt, in a scarce matter of seconds not only swelled but began to pour a heavy flow of come all over the carpet.
The sensation of intense pleasure did not decrease with her orgasm, though. In fact, she had to drop one of her hands between her own legs in order to finger her clit in her desperate attempt to seek the total release that was still escaping her.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!!!" Mark screamed, and that was what put Jean over the top.
The first hot wave of come hitting against the roof of her mouth was like a thunderbolt to her system. No sooner did she swallow the first of it than Jean began to come herself. The orgasm felt so wonderful that she wanted to let herself fall back to the floor and simply enjoy it. But Mark's cock was still pumping one hot wave after another down her throat, and instinct told her that this was the worst possible moment to let his hard thing drop out of her mouth.
She hung on to his thighs for dear life while her own body trembled and his shook against the front of her. This was the next best thing to a mutual orgasm in her cunt, she supposed, and it should please Mark enough to at least listen to what she had to say on the subject which he usually avoided.
Her orgasm was over a little before his, and thinking of what a good girl she was being, Jean waited patiently with his cock still throbbing in her mouth while Mark slowly regained his senses.
Not until his cock had dropped out of her mouth and he was wiping it dry on his Jockey shorts did Jean even risk speaking about anything. He looked a little grim, but she didn't take much notice. Her mind was already full of philosophy and the belief that he would be easy to handle now that his lust had been satisfied.
"Listen, honey," she began. "I've been thinking about a compromise."
"Oh, just what did you have in mind?"
"Well, I might just submit to this kind of treatment a couple of times a week if you would open your mind a little to the light of social good that I've been trying to teach you."
"Submit? Teach? and Social good? You never will understand what I'm all about, will you?"
"Mark! What did I say that was so wrong? I was only trying to work things out between us."
"That will never happen while your head is still stuffed with all that conservative cotton. It's getting so I can't even stand being around you, Jean. You just took all the joy out of that fuck. It's not worth shit anymore. I'm getting the hell out of here."
"Where are you going, Mark? It's late. You have to be at work at 8:30 in the morning."
"It's none of your fucking business. Why don't you go back to bed and play with yourself? That's about all you're good for."
"Then who cares where you go? Get out of the house. I don't care if you never come back!"
"It could be that I never will," Mark retorted as he was dressing.
He knew exactly where he was heading now. Right back to Trina's, and if she would have him, he would stay there and fuck her to his heart's content until he could find something else for himself. The clothes and junk he could always send for later, he supposed. He certainly was not going to have another show-down with Jean.
Jean waited upstairs in the bedroom until she heard him in the garage. By then she had gotten fully dressed, so it was no time at all for her to sneak out the door and hide by the bushes until he pulled his car out of the drive. She would have to risk his getting too far ahead of her to be followed in order for him not to hear her starting up her own car, but at such a late hour of the night, Jean felt she might be able to catch up with him after making a couple of turns.
It was her guess that he would drive over to the house of one of their friends. Ronnie, Trina, and the Martinsons all lived within a couple of blocks of each other in Jean and Mark's old neighborhood. That was probably where he would head.
He just wanted to talk it out with their friends, and if she went there as well, it would be an excellent time for them to air everything, Jean decided. Get it all out in the open with their friends as referees. Probably that was all he was going to do. .
But what about the bite on his neck? Jean was scared, but she had a hunch that she was going to be learning an awful lot about her husband before she saw sunlight again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jean's flesh stood out in goose bumps although it was a relatively warm night. She kept telling herself that the bite was nothing, an insect bite, or her imagination. Their marriage wasn't in as serious danger as she thought it was. Mark really wasn't all that angry.
Then why was her heart beating so painfully, and her stomach muscles tied up in knots? Mark could just as easily be going back to the bed of another woman as he could to the home of one of their friends. Or both!
The thought suddenly came to her. Trina, gorgeous, hot-blooded, uninhibited Trina who had warned Jean that if she didn't spice herself up she was going to lose her husband. Her woman's instinct told her that she might be on the right track, but Jean kept telling herself that this couldn't possibly be true until she saw Mark's car turn onto the right block and then park in front of her building.
It wouldn't be enough just to rush up to him and confront him with a question. He could simply answer that he was going up to her house to talk. After all, she was a dear friend to both of them, or at least she was supposed to be.
Jean felt awful for being suspicious of her husband and her best friend, but she couldn't help herself. Too many little pieces which didn't make any sense by themselves, all began to add up as she watched her husband walk into Trina's building. Jean followed a distance away and watched him make his way easily past the doorman. Trina must have been ready and waiting for him. But how was she going to get upstairs without being announced? She was sure that Trina would not refuse her entry, but if they were expecting her in the apartment, there certainly wouldn't be anything going on. Jean would get no answers that way.
Quickly she devised a plan to tell the doorman that she was Trina's sister, in for a surprise visit. A few dollars would convince him if nothing else did.
Her mouth was very dry, but she somehow spoke convincingly and was in the elevator before she realized that she had actually gotten away with it. Just how she would find anything out by standing in the hall, where she could easily get caught snooping before she caught them fucking, Jean didn't really know. But she had to carry on with her plan or know no peace.
When the elevator doors opened on Trina's floor, Jean looked carefully in both directions of the hall before she dared to step out. It was very late at night, so she really didn't have to worry about too many people being around. This might give her an opportunity to listen outside Trina's door and at least hear if they were talking about her, or talking at all. Silence could be dangerous in this instance.
She never expected to find her door ajar. Jean almost fainted with fear now. If she got a little too close, they could see her there, and since they probably wouldn't be doing anything dirty with the door open, Jean would look like a fool. She crept along the wall like a cat burglar, hiding in the shadows and then leaning her head against the crack of the door to see if she could hear anything at all.
The voices were soft and murmured, and going by her knowledge of the apartment, Jean guessed that they were probably in the bedroom. Now she was really terrified. They couldn't possibly have any reason to be in the bedroom if all they were doing was talking over the problems in Mark's and Jean's marriage.
They could be in the bedroom for only one thing, and Mark certainly hadn't wasted any time in getting there, which to Jean had to mean that this was no debut performance. She had to see what they were doing. She just had to!
All the lights in the house were turned off and Jean saw that she wouldn't have much trouble sneaking into the living room undetected. She decided that Mark's lust for her best friend must have been awfully strong, in spite of his recent session with his own wife. He had left a trail of clothes all the way through the apartment.
Actually, she already had the answer she was afraid to look for, and should have gone home with the least amount of pain. It was morbid to seek any further evidence. Yet in spite of her own good sense, Jean felt compelled to sneak into the hallway near the bedroom and try to catch a glimpse of what was going on in there.
Still she could have turned and sneaked out of there before either of them knew they had been observed, but Jean kept right on sneaking towards the bedroom instead. By the time she got to the edge of the doorway their voices were even softer, punctuated by laughter and some giggling. They were certainly having a great time for themselves while Jean was worrying about the way her marriage was going down the drain.
She expected to see them involved in some sort of sexual play, but what she actually did see almost blew her mind! For a few seconds Jean shook her head in disbelief and tried to turn away from what she thought was a vulgar sight, but she just had to look again, no matter how much she hated it.
The second look was even worse. At first all she had seen was the two of them naked in the bed and tumbling over one another while they grabbed whatever bits of tantalizing anatomy that they could. But now it looked like they were getting down to some pretty serious business.
For a while there she couldn't tell just which particular sexual variation they might be working towards, but it soon became clear to her, and she covered her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming out in horror.
Mark was urging Trina to get down on all fours, and she seemed quite happy to oblige him. Jean considered this to be about the most humiliating position a woman could get into for the sake of a man's pleasure.
Seeing her down there like a lowly animal was disgusting enough, but Jean still thought that Mark was going to fuck her cunt from back there, just as animals in heat would do. She felt nervous spasms in her stomach and her face was covered with sweat. This was her husband and her very best friend, behaving like a pair of rutting animals.
Trina certainly wasn't behaving as if she felt humiliated and this puzzled Jean. She knew the woman for so many years and it had always been said that Trina never took shit from anyone. She was so strong and self-confident. Men always respected her.
And there she was, crouching like a dog! Well, at least Mark wasn't demeaning himself. Certainly he was base and immoral to be in that bed with a hard-on about to fuck, a woman who was not his wife, but Jean supposed that his role in the act was more conventional than Trina's.
But she blinked twice and then felt like she was going to scream when she saw what her own husband did next. Not only did he crouch down behind Trina, but he put his face up against her ass and began to lick and kiss all over the cheeks.
Jean's heart fell to the pit of her stomach. Her husband was relishing the taste of Trina's ass so much that he was actually slobbering all over himself.
His hand was on his cock and he was fisting it rapidly. She could hear his moans of pleasure through his full mouth. Mark was going insane on this perverse behavior and there was no way she could deny this fact to herself. His tongue was taking long swipes along the crack of her ass now and Jean's heart dropped down to her stomach when she realized where his tongue might go next.
She had a few more moments of anxious anticipation while his tongue worked all the way down her crack to settle against a clit swollen so large that Jean could even see it from where she stood. This he nibbled juicily on for a little while, and even took a moment here and there to lick inside her slit and gobble up all the juices that he found there.
Jean couldn't bear to watch this go on, but she couldn't turn away either. Funny things were happening to her own body, and this only added to her confusion. How could it be that while she was watching a depraved act being performed by two traitors that her own pussy should be getting damp and itchy?
She didn't have to understand it to know that the sensation was making her uncomfortable and that she had to do something about it. At first Jean thought she would just put her hand inside her panties and scratch the itch a little until it went away. To her, logic was everything, and all problems had simple solutions.
But once her hand was down there, she could not take it away. Obscene as it was that she be masturbating while her husband fucked another woman, Jean just had to do it. If they saw her at all, much less caught her the way she was now, Jean would just die. But her body felt as if she would die if she did not frig herself, so there just was no choice.
The shot of sensational to her pleasure as soon as her finger hit her clit was a shocking one, but she did not close her eyes. She couldn't. Her husband by then had worked his tongue back up to Trina's ass and was presently pushing it between her cheeks.
Jean was horrified, but she was also fascinated by the sight of it. Never did she expect to see her husband jamming his tongue right up any woman's asshole. How could he do such a vile thing? How could Trina suffer such humiliation?
"OOoooohhh, oh, Mark. That feels so good," Trina moaned.
Now that hardly sounded like the voice of a woman who was suffering humiliation. She obviously loved it. And if Jean wasn't sure of that fact by the way that her friend was moaning, then there could be no doubt when watching the way that her body was responding to the hot work of Mark's mouth. She was wiggling her ass against Mark's face, and he was nuzzling his nose in there like a happy pig in mud.
Jean could not for the life of her understand how a woman could derive pleasure in being a party to such an obscene act. She could still recall the attempt, years ago of Mark to penetrate her own ass with his cock and how she had chickened out at the last minute. From that moment on, the impression had become firm in her mind that it was a painful and degrading act.
But Trina obviously didn't feel degraded, and she could hardly be described as suffering any pain. So if anal eroticism was obscene, then how come her husband, such a gentleman in many other ways, seemed to be having the time of his life? The taste, as she would have imagined of an asshole couldn't be all that bad, since he sounded as if he were enjoying the tastiest meal in the world.
"Can it be that I was all "wrong?" Jean asked herself in anguish.
Her feelings were totally confused, but she was more curious and aroused than indignant now. Her hand had not missed a stroke to her clit for even a moment, and already she was thinking ahead to what they would do next. But now it was not with horror. It was with eagerness.
Mark was spreading the cheeks of Trina's ass as he worked with his mouth and tongue so that he could push the entire length of his tongue in there and then close her ass around his face. Trina was moaning constantly, and Jean noticed how she reached under her belly and began to finger her cunt. Both of them were having the time of their lives, and Jean cried. For all they cared, she might as well be dead.
Was this really the way a woman should be with a man, she asked herself. Should she let go of all her dignity, and her inhibitions as well, and simply allow all her passions to rise to the surface? Jean had never done that in her life. Even when she fooled around with all those boys before she was married, it was always with some degree of calculation, and the possible return had to make the effort well worth her trouble.
Trina seemed to be giving of herself, and so did Mark. The returns? Well, now Jean was finally beginning to understand. Pleasure received for pleasure given. A simple statement to be sure, but the essential element that had been missing in her marriage all this time.
She was beginning to understand what Mark had been trying to get across to her with words, but failing. When he tried to tell her with his body, she had taken offense. That it had to come to something like this in order for Jean to finally get his message was shameful. But it was her own shame, and not theirs.
The tears fell harder now. She was angry with herself for being such a fool about so many things. Yes, the charities and the social functions were still important, but how could she have been stupid enough to place them over simple sexual pleasure and real happiness with her husband?
Jean knew now that she could exist if she never attended another committee meeting. But without her husband, especially without the close, intimate communication that she had forced him to share with another woman, Jean finally understood that she would truly have nothing.
Sex was no timid enterprise with those two in the bedroom. They were going at it lustily and with all their hearts. Mark must have cleaned out the inside of her ass three times over by then, and it was apparent that he was ready for something a little different.
Nudging Trina to bend over even more with his face, Mark exchanged his tongue for his thumb. He went to work immediately on her cunt, and aroused Trina so that she accepted the thumb right up her ass without protest.
Jean was amazed that she could take it on without so much as a whimper and even more surprised when she started undulating her hips, seemingly urging Mark to start finger-fucking her back there, which was precisely what he did. Between the way that he was lathering up her cunt and the way that he was frigging her ass, Trina became quickly delirious. Her moans and the passionate signals that she was sending off by her body were so electrifying that they even reached Jean and she frigged herself all the harder.
"Please, Mark. Your cock now," Trina begged.
In spite of everything she had seen thus far, Jean still expected that when they got down to the real fucking, he was still going to shove it in her cunt. That hole of hers was widely spread and gushing already. Certainly it would make an easy passage for Mark. Jean was thankful to them for choosing the near end of the bed, because she had a bird's eye view of the inner workings of her friend's hole, and would also be able to clearly see the fucking junction once it happened.
His cock would slip into that wide open cunt so easily. Jean could just about feel the big, hard rammer herself, so strong was her view and her own imagination. She added two more fingers to the heat of her cunt and worked them quickly in and out. It never pleased her to stain her panties, but this was one time that she didn't care. She just couldn't wait for the real fucking to get started, knowing that she would get off by it.
Her eyes were wide open and she stared hard at Trina's cunt, waiting for Mark to start slipping his cock in there. But instead she saw him take his finger out of her ass, and put his hand to his cock, holding it firmly as he got up closely behind her on his knees.
Jean's heart almost stopped when she saw him lift it, spread Trina's asscheeks once again with his free hand, and. then place his cockhead right against the brown puckered ring so clearly exposed to himself as well as Jean.
"You ready, baby?" he asked his mistress.
"Am I ever," Trina answered. "Shove it in there and fuck me hard. I've never been this hot for an assfuck before."
"Me too, Trina. I can't get this kind of loving at home. Can't get much of anything at home. Gonna give it all to you now, baby, 'cause you make me feel like the king of the world."
"You are just that, stud. I'm damn lucky to be fucked by you. Now give me all you've got and I promise you the greatest ride you've ever had."
Jean had no doubt that Trina could make good on her promise. She had always thought of herself as being a fairly sexy woman when she wanted to be, but Trina had it all over her. None of her moves or her words were a put-on. Her great passion was totally sincere, and in this respect Jean was no match for her. No matter how hard she had tried during the past few nights to please Mark, they had not been genuine efforts, and hadn't fooled Mark at all. Finally Jean could see why she had failed in them.
It was strange that she should feel grateful to her friend for betraying her she was, but Jean had learned a lot already about the needs of her own husband because of their illicit coupling. If she kept an open mind and an open heart she could learn much more before the fuck was over. And if she was very lucky, there might even be a chance for her to show Mark that she had finally seen the light in the right way this time.
She would not tell him how she had learned, provided that she could get away before she was discovered. There would be no recriminations for his extramarital fun and games, because Jean blamed herself for it happening. She had sent him to another bed just as if she had made the arrangements with Trina herself. Moreover, she had to admit that even she reaped some benefits from the act.
Those benefits weren't all in her attitude either. Her cunt was as hot and greedy as if she hadn't been fucked in months. Fingers weren't as much as she could have hoped for. But they would have to do for the meantime. As she frigged herself as rapidly as her hand would work, Jean promised herself that she would have Mark's cock in there as soon as it was available, and in a couple of other places as well.
If Trina showed that she could take his cock up her ass and not be split in half by it, then Jean would be willing to try it herself. And if it turned out that her friend actually enjoyed it, Jean could see herself actually begging Mark to shove that rammer up her own ass.
Jean dared to creep just a little closer so she wouldn't miss a bit of the action. Her legs by then were starting to feel a little weak. So she sat down on the floor, her hand still busy in her cunt. Her fear of being caught was dissipating as Mark started pushing pressure on his cock. She was sure that the two of them were going to be much too occupied to even notice her if she was standing right there in the room.
"Uhnnnn," Mark grunted as he started pushing his cock in.
Even though the fingering back there had stretched her out a bit, it was still going to be an exceptionally tight fit, and one that he would have to work at to achieve. Mark didn't want to hurt this delightful woman, but he needn't have worried. She was cooperating with him every inch of the way by pushing her ass back against his cock, and then wiggling it around until the bulbous head of it was actually forced past the tight anal ring.
That had taken a little bit of sweat and work on both their parts, but once they were past that point, both knew that the worst was over. They waited for a couple of seconds while Trina adjusted to the large intrusion up her ass, and then they were ready for the grand slam.
Mark gripped her by the hips, took a long, deep breath and started to push, hard and without let-up. He watched his prick disappearing into her tight rear hole, an incredible inch at a time, and thought it was a sight so terrific that it should be shared with others. He had no idea at all that there actually was an excited spectator.
Jean watched it all happening, heard every grunt and groan, and just about smelled their heat all the way out to the hallway, but still she had to wonder if it all just wasn't one wildly erotic fantasy. But this was real, all right. She would know that big, red dick anywhere, and there could be no doubt that it was forcing its way up Trina's ass.
Jean watched with baited breath until she heard that incredible wet slam of Mark's belly against Trina's ass. His balls were slapping against the start of her cunt, and Mark readjusted his grip on her hips so that he would have just the control he needed to do the kind of magnificent job that such a hotly willing woman deserved.
He started Ins stroking off slowly, waiting until he felt the muscles in her ass loosen up a bit, and then gradually picked up his tempo in accord with the way that Trina was responding. The woman was an expert in this facet of sexuality, and it didn't take her very long before she was taking his cock on like a champ and humping with her body just as easily and well as she would if she were on her back.
"Ohhh, babbby," Mark was groaning in Trina's ear. "This is such a gorgeous hole."
"You fuck it, stud. Fuck the shit right out of me. God! How hot I am."
"How's your cunt, sweetheart?"
"Hotter than the rest of me."
"Then let me do something for it."
Instantly his hand was under her body and he was frigging her clit to the tempo of their fucking. Jean saw how well they worked together, and realized that in all that time she had not heard or seen anything at all that resembled pain. She was hot to try it herself, and no doubt about it.
Jean frigged herself frantically and she came not once, but twice before they were through with theirs. She wanted to stay until the very end, but after her second come, Jean came back to her senses a bit and reasoned that there wouldn't be enough time for her to make her getaway, if she waited until the very last moment.
Reluctantly she pulled her panties back up and snuck out of the apartment and downstairs. It was a long sad ride home. Jean was jealous of Trina's getting her own husband's cock now, but more determined than ever to win him back for herself. She would wait until morning if necessary and lay her cards on the table, promising that she would work hard to please him and allow herself to open up to new sexual sensations.
Meanwhile Mark and Trina were scaling the heights of their lust together. Now that Trina was able to take his cock with ease, Mark started slamming her hard and fast, and she met him thrust for thrust with her back and ass. She continually rocked back and forth on her elbows and heels, but never caused Mark to ruin his tempo.
"Oh, baby. Oh, baby. It's gonna happen now."
"Me too, Mark. Hurry, hurry."
Trina could no longer hump because she was already going into her orgasm but she could screw around in such tantalizing circles that Mark had a hard time keeping up with her. They were both trying so to control themselves so that the fuck would last a little longer, and they did succeed for a short time. But both of them knew that even the best of fucks had to come to an end some time.
Mark was already fucking on borrowed time. He could feel his balls churning and he could no longer see straight. The muscles in the calves of his legs were painfully cramped, and he was quickly running out of strength. But Trina was still working on her orgasm and he wouldn't deprive her of the best one possible for the world.
Finally her body started to shake uncontrollably, and against his hand Mark felt a torrential outpouring. He had done his duty by this wonderful woman and now it was his turn for reward. He now started slamming into her so furiously that he lost all control. This was no longer a fuck for show. Mark needed desperately to get his jollies and it was all that mattered. His nuts were so full that they hurt, the pain so much more intense because of all the heavy action he had been seeing that night.
He couldn't go on for even a second longer, but he couldn't stop. Using the strength of his own will now, he summoned the come up and out of his body, and blessedly he succeeded. This offering wasn't too much in volume, but the sensation of relief was truly wonderful.
He slumped over her back now and simply let it happen. There wasn't an ounce of energy left in him, and he was deliriously happy. If Trina did not finally push him off her, Mark would have liked nothing better than to fall asleep right where he was and remain there until morning. The least of his concerns was the wife that he had left behind.
But Trina had enough sense left for the both of them. She reasoned that their luck would not hold out forever, and while this fun certainly had a lot to say for it, Mark still had to face his problems at home and come to a decision one way or another.
"Look, Mark. I admit that this is getting to be a great habit," Trina said while she helped him dress. "I even think I would take you on as a permanent houseguest if you were free. But until you have a show-down with Jean, I don't want to see you here again."
There was nowhere for Mark to turn now but to face his wife. Two women had thrown him out in one night, and still the answers weren't coming. Trina was wonderful, a sensational lay. But his heart still belonged to Jean. He owed her at least a real show-down, as Trina had suggested. If it went nowhere, then he would have had to go home and pack his bags anyway.
Promising Trina that he would let her know how everything turned out, Mark headed for home and was not surprised to find that all the lights were on. Jean would be furious, he expected, and he supposed that at least this time she had every right to be.
He hadn't behaved properly at all. He should have told her that he was leaving and for the bed of another woman. She had a right to know exactly what was wrong and what he was attempting to do about it. But he was not expecting to have a very easy time of it with her.
She would probably kick and scream, maybe even throw dishes at him in a classic scene of the irate wife. More likely than that, she would take on her super dignified role and he would get so sick to his stomach that he would pack and leave without the benefit of discussion.
It wasn't exactly the best way to end a night of wild fucking. Not every man could lay claim to three sessions with two women in just a few hours, but somehow it just wasn't the kick that it should be.
Mark had a feeling that one way or another, he had some pretty wild times ahead of him. The first question was how to best get his life in order, and the second was which woman he would be having those wild times with.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jean was not angry. She wasn't exactly proud of herself for having done something sneaky, and dirty as well. But she was understanding her husband and a whole lot better than she ever had before.
More than anything else, Jean was horny. She was hornier than she had ever been in her life and frantic to get her jollies before she went stark raving mad. If her guess was right, Mark should be arriving home at any moment, and madder than a hornet.
She knew that they would have some words and that it wouldn't be easy for her to be honest with him. But the bad vibrations would have to burn themselves out before there could be any good ones. Jean was going to try to tell him of her love and the startling new discoveries she had made in a very short time, but she knew that she would never be able to tell him just what had inspired her so.
That would mean a delay in their fucking of course, and so she hoped again that he would please hurry home. Her cunt was itching again and just wouldn't quit. She decided to wait it out by fingering herself some more, but this time in their own bed.
Jean ran upstairs and wanted to start almost immediately, but she knew that she must put her face in order and get into something sexy if she had any hopes at all of competing with the likes of Trina. She ran a comb through her tangled hair, then got into a sheer black nightgown, and should have spent a little more time with her make up. But her cunt was demanding attention and she couldn't ignore it for a moment longer.
Climbing into bed so that she would present just the right image when Mark finally walked in, Jean threw back the covers and then pulled up the front of her nightgown so that she could play a little until she heard him on the steps. That would leave her plenty of time to pull her nightgown down and cover herself before he entered the room.
She filled her mind with the most pleasant thoughts of how she would be able to make everything all right this time, and even ask Mark to teach her every sexual trick there was so that she could keep him a content and happy man. This time she had good reason to be optimistic. She had truth, his truth on her side.
Happily she tickled her clit, and started to fill her hole with fingers. Goodness knew that a come would certainly relax her at such a tense time, but perversely she kept on stopping just short of it, as if deliberately teasing herself so that she would be that much more passionate when he finally got down to some fucking with her.
Over and over again Jean tried to warn herself that she might be lulled into a false sense of security because of her own enlightenment. Mark might not listen to reason no matter how she put it this time. In fact, he might not even allow her to begin any discussion.
Well, she would have to find some way of convincing him that she had come to his way of seeing sex, even if this meant falling to her knees, kissing his feet, and begging him to listen. And while she was down there, Jean could think of an even better way of getting him to pay attention to her. Her mouth was already watering for a taste of his meat. She had to do even better than the last blowjob she gave him.
"Come on home, Mark!" she called out the bedroom window, as if he could actually hear her. "Has your old lady ever got a surprise for you!"
CHAPTER NINE
The stage was set, and it all looked as it should, as it had looked in the past. But on this night the players were cast in reverse roles. Mark was coming home angry and full of self-righteousness dignity, while Jean was horny as could be, and willing to do just about anything in order to get her husband to fuck her once again.
Mark took a few turns around the block before he finally pulled into the driveway. His anger was dissipating and he really wished that he could keep it at a peak. He would be able to deal with Jean much better in an angry mood, possibly even scare her into realizing that she had to change or lose her husband to another woman.
But whenever he thought about leaving Jean, his heart flipped over and he knew that he would never be able to do it. He had to find a way to make her see reason, and finally hit upon one that he had never fully tried before. He would fuck her, suck her and otherwise tease her body until she was reduced to a quivering mass of orgasm, and then he would make her admit how much she loved it. He had tried both methods before, the demanding and the sex, but never together. And this time he would not stop in disgust or frustration, nor would he take no for an answer from her. Even if he had to tie her hand and foot to the bed, nothing was going to stop him from teaching his woman the love of sex that he demanded.
Jean, meanwhile, in their bed, was frigging herself frantically because she had heard the car pulling into the driveway. She wanted herself at the razor's edge of passion because she had often noticed how lust made her face look especially pretty. But no sooner did she hear his footsteps than she clamped her thighs together and pulled the hem of her nightgown down. She did not, however cover herself, deciding at the last moment that a seemingly accidental display of her body might be just the right touch for his first sight in the room.
Mark came up the stairs angry and ready to argue. Jean was lying there with sex on her mind and submissiveness in her heart. When their eyes met, it was with total surprise. Mark saw how beautiful she looked and the telltale expression on her face, the lovely gleam in her eye could only be passion. He really didn't know what to make of it.
Jean saw the same stern expression on his face that she had often seen reflected in her mirror. Now she understood how it could turn a man off to even a discussion. It would have been like trying to talk with the Rock of Gibraltar. Never again would she wear that expression and she had to do everything in her power to wipe it off her husband's face as well. This was the man she loved, he was worth every effort. Besides, her cunt was fairly screaming for a hot cock!
"I'm so glad you're home, honey," she said in her most sultry voice.
"Do you mean it this time?"
"Yes and much more. Come to me, Mark. I spent this night discovering just how much you mean to me."
"I don't trust you any more."
"You can and you must. Let me please you, Mark. Let me show you in the best way I can that I honestly mean it this time."
"I don't know...."
"I'm not saying we don't have to talk. We still do. But I am saying that I see much more clearly what I've been missing with you, Mark, and I need so much to show you that I now appreciate what I have."
"Sounds awfully good, but you always were a good talker, Jean. I just don't know."
"Come to me, my love, and let me show you."
Her voice was full of passion now, and Mark knew that it was genuine. Jean raised one knee and he was suddenly looking straight down into the shadow of her cunt. Her arms were held out to him and Mark's cock sprang to rigid hardness. He didn't think he had another erection left in him, but there it was.
"Is this going to be another one of your grand stand plays? I just don't have the patience for it tonight."
"No, honey. I swear it isn't. I've just been lying awake these couple of nights and realizing how wacky my thinking has really been lately. I deprived you of so much pleasure, and I also deprived myself. My first duty is to my love for you."
"There you go about duty again."
"Please listen to me! I'm saying that I know now it's more important than anything else in the world. And I am also saying that without that pleasure I have come to realize that life really isn't worth living. The charities and all that other stuff should just be a bonus. If that's all the other women have in their lives then they must be very unhappy people."
"Yes, and they wanted you to share their misery. Why should you be enjoying all sorts of great action when they were shriveling up like a bunch of old prunes? Can you really see that now?"
"Oh, yes I can. And so much more, darling. I want to be an adventurer. The way we used to be in school. The way I know you still could be with me if only I would give you a chance."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing. I'm almost afraid to ask what's made this sudden change in you.".
"Does that matter?"
"No, I suppose not. It's just that I've heard speeches from you before. Not like this, of course."
"I want to give you more than a speech if you would just get in bed with me, my love."
"Well, I suppose I don't have anything to lose."
"And I have everything to gain. My, what a beautiful hard-on that is. I can't wait to get at it."
Mark listened closely for any note of insincerity in her voice, but hard as he tried, he could not find any. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what had come over her, but finally he stopped trying and thanked his good fortune. It just could be that he would not have to face that impossible decision he had been considering in the car.
Should it turn out that Jean and Trina could be equals in the sack, then there would be no doubt that he would want to stay with his wife. Kicks were great with Trina, but there was no love.
Wasn't the terrific marriage that they could have between them worth taking a chance on Jean this one more time? He certainly wished that she hadn't chosen this particular night to test his passion for her, but at least the shock of what he had come home to was enough to stimulate his adrenal glands and he was able to get it up again, and surprisingly, keep it up.
His mind quickly filled with all the wonderful possibilities that were lying open before him now. If Jean was sincere about total submission, then there were so many great kicks that he could teach her, and even more that they could come up with together. He would even be willing to go along with a few of her committee things provided that his masculine needs did not suffer in want again.
Mark had to admit that she certainly looked gorgeous right then. There was that peculiar flush about her that he had only seen on those rare occasions when Jean allowed herself to be truly passionate. There certainly was the promise of something really special lying in that bed tonight.
"You know I never stopped loving you, Jean."
"I do know, and I'm a very lucky lady for that. I don't want you to leave me, Mark. I want you to have everything you can possibly need or want in this bed, and in our marriage."
"It could be wonderful for you, too."
"I know that. I'm through thinking of sex in terms of sacrifice and dealing."
Now Mark could really see that Jean meant every word she was saying. There were tears of humility in her eyes, and her body was spread wide open for him as her chest heaved. There was more beauty in her face than he had ever seen before. She radiated love and uninhibited sexuality, and Mark was suddenly as hot for her as if he had been a prisoner in solitary confinement for many months.
"You will give me another chance, Mark?"
He didn't answer her with words. Mark came close to the side of the bed and took a good, long look at the new woman who was his wife. There were changes in her that he had never seen before, and yet there were elements of the luscious, passionate girl that she used to be as well.
She was so much more feminine, sensual, and in these respects more than even Trina, who was very difficult to top. All this was tremendously exciting, but it was what he saw in her eyes that really gave him palpitations. There was pure lust in them, exciting and electrifying.
His cock jumped frantically in his pants and he felt his body getting very hot.
"I want your body so badly, Mark," his wife whispered. "I'm a new woman now, totally new. The desire that I have for you is genuine, from the heart and the senses, and not calculated in any way."
"I can see that. For the first time in years, I can believe you, even if I can't understand how it happened."
"Please, let's not talk about it any longer. The best way I can show you is in your arms. Please come and fuck me. Please, please darling. Give me your cock."
Mark shook his head in disbelief as he heard his wife speaking in a way that she never had before. Not only talking dirty, but literally begging for the wild brand of sex that she knew he had to give.
"Give me that cock," she continued. "I need that gorgeous cock of yours so badly."
Now she sat up against the pillows and undid the little buttons that were at the low neckline of her alluring nightgown. Once open, she shrugged her succulent body out of it and tossed it quickly to the floor. Jean lay naked in the lamplight, raising her knees and spreading her legs so that she could part the lips of her cunt with two of her fingers and show her man just how red and wet she was for him.
His palms began to sweat as he looked down at her, watching the way her heavy breasts heaved with desire, and the nipples of them thrusting forward like two crimson arrows. That was as much as he could see and still remain fully dressed. He dropped his clothes to the floor in a flash, then hovered over her gleaming naked body, his raging cock in his hand, until she reached out for it herself and caressed her palm across the tip of it with loving tenderness.
Their eyes met and they stared at one another with unbridled lust. This was normal and natural. The right of two married people, and as human as anything else in their species. Jean's face brightened with a sly grin. She was totally in her role now.
"I can be anything you want now, dear. A real tramp who loves the dirtiest sex you can devise for me."
"It's never dirty between two people who love each other, Jean. You watch and see."
"I think I know that already, and I want it all. Anything your body can do is just fine with me."
"You really have turned into a hot little bitch, haven't you?"
"You bet I have."
Jean dropped her other hand down to her throbbing pussy and raised her hips so that she could actually start to finger herself, even while her husband was watching. There was no longer any reason to feel ashamed. She had seen Mark playing with himself often and now she could do the same as naturally as he did.
Mark watched in amazement, but didn't take much time to enjoy the sight. The call of his own body was much too urgent. His throbbing cock was standing straight out in front of him, and his balls felt amazing full, considering the number of times they had been called upon to make sperm that night, and to such an intense degree.
"Seeing you like that turns me on so much, baby. I feel like I could fuck you steady for the next six hours and still come out fresh and ready for some more."
"Oh, yesss! Six hours is just what I need with you. Six hours to show my love for you in every fuck and suck I can give you."
They could wait no longer. Mark crawled on to the bed and they moved together. Their breath was coming hard, their passions building with every inch that they came nearer. Jean no longer needed to handle her own cunt. Mark was there, and Mark would satisfy all her needs.
Instinctively, they reached out for one another, urging their bodies as closely together as two could be without actually fucking, until they were in a most passionate embrace. They kissed hungrily, tongues meeting and lashing. Mark ran his hands down along the undulating curves of his wife's lush body, down to her gently sloping hips and then around to the trembling tautness of her sleek belly.
Then he moved up again, reaching for the quivering globes of her magnificent breasts, which he filled his hands with and massaged vigorously. The flesh was soft and silky, but the breasts themselves were fat and full, swollen with all the passion that she harbored.
This was hot and it was real. All he had to do was squeeze the dark red nipples and feel them sharply against his palm to know for a certainty that this was no put-on. He pressed those already sharp points between his fingers and loved the way that they sprang forth even more fully when he finally let them go.
Jean was not just lying there passively. She was very hot for her husband's body, putting her hands immediately to work by reaching down past the muscled belly and on to his passion swollen prick, lying rigid and quivering at her side. Lovingly she ran her fingers all around the head of it, thrilling to the touch of the blood-filled spongy head, and dipping her finger into the eye of it to search for a drop of juice. Once finding some, Jean plopped that finger into her mouth and Mark laughed when he saw her smack her lips.
"Can I suck on your lollipop for just a little bit?" she asked.
"Yes, of course you can. But not for long, honey. Because where it really belongs is in your cunt."
"Well, maybe some place else."
Mark was ready to ask her just what she meant by that, but she wouldn't have been able to answer as she had already wormed her body around so that her head was between his legs. As soon as her mouth could reach, she closed it around his aching shaft and went wetly to work.
"Godddd," he groaned as he felt his body summoning forth strength and control that he was sure had to be sapped from his body for a long time.
He felt his cock traveling all the way down her throat, and knew from the easy way that she took it on that Jean was very much turned on by what she was doing for him. Furthermore, she was having herself some fun while she was at it. But Mark didn't have much spunk left and decided to save it for something else.
"You said some place else, baby. Just what did you have in mind?"
"How about up my ass?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes love, and not just as a service to you. I want to try it for the sake of my own pleasure as well."
"Then that's what you get. Flip over, baby."
Once she was in position, Mark wasted no time in getting up behind her.
"This is your last chance, baby. If you want to back out now I certainly will understand."
"I will never back out on anything you want to do with me, Mark. Besides, I want this just as much as you do."
"In that case, we're all set. Just you hang on to something and I promise to make it real easy on you ... Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
Jean wanted to tell him that she had reason to be sure of that, but she knew enough to keep her mouth shut.
"Just one more second, dear. I want to get my cock really well coated with some spit before I slam this prick into you. The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt you, love."
"I ddn't mind if it hurts a little. I know that it will all work out well in the end."
"Now that's for sure!"
Mark applied a generous wad of spit to
THE ENDof his dick, then he spit in his hands some more and dug inside Jean's ass with the fluid. She grimaced just a little, but it began to feel good right away, and Jean relaxed. Mark feasted his eyes on the sight of the beautiful female before him, this beautiful woman bent over so obscenely, her beautiful naked ass quivering in lewd expectation of his strong hard cock.
It was a sight, Mark thought, stimulating enough to arouse a dead man's cock.
"Hurry, Mark," Jean urged. "Do it to me. Bury that cock right up my ass."
"Comin' up, lady," Mark growled, his voice edged with passion.
He wiped his spit covered hands on the bedspread and then crawled into position behind Jean. With his thumbs he pried apart the succulent cheeks of her ass, then directed the clublike head of his greased cock to her tight anus. When the head of his tool was wedged between her asscheeks, at the portal of her posterior, he brought his hands up to her hips and, leaning forward a bit, began pushing into her rectal cavity.
"Uhhh, uhh...." Jean groaned. "Easy, easy."
"I know, baby, I know," Mark whispered. "Once it's in we got it made. Here we go now; just a little more ... uhhh...."
Jean grimaced and pushed her rear end back.
She felt the fat crown of her husband's blood-thickened tool straining at her wrinkled brown hole and for a fleeting moment wished her husband's cock was at least a little shorter.
She tried to breathe deeply, to open her anus to the hard knob demanding entrance to her bowels. In her moment of frustration she cursed her husband, berated him for not once fucking her in the ass during the past years.
For another few minutes the excited husband worked to slip his hard pecker inside Jean's gorgeous behind. And then suddenly when he was almost ready to give up, the bulbous head popped into the woman's rear, the result of a quick, sharp thrust by a determined man and an accidental counter-thrust backward by an equally determined woman.
"Ouch...." Jean cried.
"It's in, honey," Mark said thickly, happily. "Relax."
Breathing hard, inspired by his success in breaching the beautiful woman's rear hole, Mark immediately set about pushing his prick all the way up inside Jean's tight rectal canal. Sharp, animallike grunts tumbled from his lips as he pressed forward, his inching ahead meat, slowly but surely.
Jean bit down on her lower lip and shut her eyes tight. A low moan of protest pushed past her lips as Mark's big cock relentlessly moved into her backside. Although it was a familiar one to her, his thick, throbbing cock felt a foot long as it wormed its way through the dark and constricting channel.
"We're getting there, beautiful," Mark whispered, pausing briefly in his work. "We're almost there."
The sight that greeted him as he straightened up and looked down at the obscene connection of prick and anus caused him to shake with lust. He noted happily that a little more than half of his blood-packed prick was securely embedded in Jean's fantastic ass. This left about not too much to go. Then he would be buried to the balls in Jean's rear, his entire cock snugly encased in the hot, tight channel of her dank rectum.
"Go head, give me more," Jean urged, her voice quivering impatiently. "I want it all, Mark. Fill my ass with your beautiful cock. I can take it."
"You're gonna get it, honey. I'm gonna stuff you chock full of hard meat."
"Do it, do it! Then ream me out."
The pain of penetration was gradually diminishing and now, as Mark resumed the filling of her ass, Jean felt her body responding to the obscene invasion of her most private hole.
Jean thrilled to the fantastic feeling of fullness in her rectum, the throbbing cock moving back there feeling like a piston engine in there, the strange, perverse pleasure and surge of masochistic joy resulting from the knowledge that her husband was possessing her as he had possessed Trina.
It was so wonderfully wicked, so excitingly evil and sinful.
"Deep ... deep," Jean pleaded, beginning to rotate her bottom in slow, sensuous circles. "Stick it all the way in, love."
Grunting and groaning, Mark moved his meaty rod along the untouched hole. His probing prick pushed aside all in its path as it forged ahead, relentlessly, with determination. And then, when only a small portion of his prick remained in view, Mark tightened his grip on Jean's hips and with a buttock-flattening plunge sheathed his tool to the hilt in her quivering behind.
"Ohh, good," Jean moaned, realizing that at last she had every inch of her dear husband's prick firmly embedded in her bowels.
"Yeah, how's that?" Mark asked, his breathing ragged.
"Good, I love it, I love to be fucked this way."
His blood boiling, desire coursing through his veins, Mark again looked down and took note of the lewd linking of asshole to cock. Jean's widely distended anus was gripping his embedded tool tightly, as if never ever would it allow the rigid rod to be removed from the hot confines of her tight rectum.
"Come on, love," Jean pleaded. "Move in me, baby. Start fucking my ass. Give it to me-fuck it!"
Further encouragement being totally unnecessary, Mark leaned forward over Jean's back, wrapped his arms around her swaying tits, and then started his hips rolling. He withdrew his cock until only the swollen head was snugly sheathed in Jean's horribly stretched anus, then, with a strong shove, pushed himself back inside the clasping warmth of her rectum.
"Yes, like that," Jean cried out passionately. "Fuck it, Mark. Stretch my ass out for me. Do it hard, baby."
"You won't be able to sit for a week," Mark promised, again withdrawing his raging cock and again thrusting it back inside Jean's trembling backside.
It wasn't long before he established a steady, even rhythm, reaming Jean's back door with strong, grinding thrusts of his blood-thickened cock. Bent over her back, his sweating face nestled against her creamy neck, Mark squeezed the heaving globes of the beautiful woman's breasts as he sawed his tool in and out of her hot, gripping shit chute.
"It's good ... so good," Jean moaned.
That was all Mark needed to hear before he went hog-wild with her. Now he began to slam in and out of that slightly stretched hole with ease, working up a magnificent fucking rhythm and greatly thrilled that she was even able to move along with him. They worked like a truly matched pair, each sensing the urgings of the other and knowing just when every next move would happen.
Jean was far too excited to last for very long. She had resumed her finger-fucking just as soon as she was able to break her concentration from the pressure in her ass, and just seconds later she dropped a wad onto the bed.
"Wonderful, baby," he murmured in her ear...."I am so proud of you for that. Now I'm going to give you your reward."
It was what Mark had been waiting for. Now that she had gotten off and he saw that she no longer held anything at all back from him, he saw no reason why he shouldn't go ahead and fuck himself into an orgasm. There was no need to prolong this. Jean had proven to him that she was telling the truth about her sexual enlightenment, and Mark was very close to exhaustion.
He fucked until he felt his vision begin to blur, and then felt a real pain in his balls. Soon that pain became so intense that he knew he must pop or he was going to black out. Just a second later, the last few drops of spunk that his balls contained came dripping out into Jean's rear hole, and they both collapsed in a happy heap.
Mark took his time in pulling out his tool from there, waiting for it to go slack and drop out by itself. He had never thought he would see the day when he could fuck Jean back there, and now he was savoring the ecstasy of it for as long as he could. But that moment had to come, and once he fell off her, Mark was suddenly feeling very sad.
"Sweetheart, I really have been rough on you lately. I should have been more patient, listened a little harder. It shouldn't have come to arguments and fighting before it came to this."
"That's all over and in the past now, honey. All that happens from this moment on is what counts."
"That's true, I suppose. I do have some things in my own past that I think it would be best to forget."
Jean understood exactly what he was talking about. Since he was making the break with Trina on his own, she saw no reason to discuss what she had observed. In the long run, Mark was a good and faithful man. Jean had contributed to what happened in that apartment, just as much as he had. As he said, things like that were best left in the past.
Because she shared the blame with the two of them, Jean knew that she would be able to face Trina in the future as if the fucking between she and her husband had never happened. It was as if she and Mark were embarking on the start of their marriage all over again. Only this time Jean would make sure that she did not commit all the old errors.
As she lay there beside her husband, his head nestled against her breast and his lips gently nuzzling it, Jean resolved that she would call Caroline first thing in the morning and resign from several of her committees. Not all of them, but certainly most. She was going to need a lot more time to be at home with her husband, and not all of it for fucking.
This new closeness that they now shared would probably spread into other areas as well. Jean knew of Mark's love for tennis and she resolved to take lessons and then play with him in mixed doubles whenever he wished. She would also study up on football, knowing that it would please him to be able to discuss the afternoon game with her.
Maybe they would go dancing as they used to when they were young and start their romance all over again. There was a whole world of new discoveries just waiting out there for the two of them, and now that Jean was no longer afraid to try new things, she was sure that her inner self would expand and become more valuable as well.
Mark was not making any big plans as he lay there and tasted her breast. He was much too happy with the present to think about anything more just then. His good fortune seemed to be boundless, and he had good reason to be very proud of his wife.
It couldn't have been easy for her to turn her thinking completely around and come to his side of the sexual fence. He was reasonably sure that she would be willing to give up some of her organizations now that she had something much more enjoyable to do with her spare time.
But he would not make her give up everything. In fact, since she was being such a good girl, Mark decided that he would try to take more of an interest in some of the organizations himself. It wouldn't hurt him to learn something about her world.
"You know something, Jean?"
"What is it, honey?"
"I don't think anyone ever did anything as perverted as what we just have and come out of it with so many good vibrations. I have the feeling that this is the start of a brand-new life for you and me. From now on there will be no more fights without discussions. I promise to have an open mind if you will. But I see that I really don't have to ask that of you. You've already shown me how willing you are to see my side of things."
"Oh, Mark. I am the happiest woman in the world. This assfuck is just the beginning. You and I are going to learn all about every sexual deviation so that we can try them all. I'm not promising that I'll love every one of them, but I am promising that I will try. Is that all right?"
"Sweetheart, I couldn't ask anything more of you."
"You can ask the world of me, and if it is within my realm, I will give it to you, Mark."
"Not if I don't give it to you first."
He kissed her then, and it was a kiss totally without passion. It was however, a kiss of the deepest love and respect, the perfect topping for a fuck of total communication and empathy. Mark nestled closely against his wife's body and fell into a deep and untroubled sleep, the first in too many nights for him.
But Jean was not in a hurry to doze off yet. Her head was still whirling with feeling of joy, and she cried softly to herself. Everything would be all right between them now, and with every new dawn, she would have the opportunity to make it even better.
Jean had finally come to the glory of her life, and she would always be grateful to Mark for showing her the way.
