The Waters

 

The mood in the Waters car on the ride home was like day and night.  In the backseat, Kathy and her brother jabbered away about how much fun they had on the fishing trip, in the front, Sarah sat silently, her arms folded over her chest.  Jack Waters just drove and seethed because of his wife’s behavior in front of Harry and Ellen.  When they arrived at their house, the family went in.

 

Brad and Kathy headed to their rooms and went to bed.  Their dad had taken them aside and told them about going back to the boat in the morning.  Both of the teens were excited and wanted to go fishing again.

 

Jack and his wife sat silently in the living room.  The television was on, but neither of them was really watching it.  After an hour, they got up and went to bed.

 

“I don’t think I like our children hanging around with Jenny and Eddie, Jack.  I think those two are a bad influence,” Sarah said as she took her long nightgown out of her drawer and got ready to go to the bathroom to change.

 

“Whatever,” Jack said.

 

Sarah went to the bathroom, like she did whenever she changed clothes, and Jack took off his slacks and shirt.  He climbed into bed, set his alarm and stretched out on his side, his back to his wife’s side of the bed.

 

Jack was still upset with the way his wife acted on the boat and for making a scene about the shorts outfit their daughter wore that afternoon.

 

When Sarah came back into the bedroom and climbed into bed, Jack turned off the light.

 

“I’m sorry if you don’t agree with me, Jack,” Sarah said.  “I just don’t want our daughter to turn into…”

 

That was all Jack could take.  He had sat back and watched his wife suppress their children’s growth for long enough.  Sarah was forever telling the kids about how they should dress and act, never letting them be themselves.  She would make Kathy wear clothing that was far more conservative than the other kids her age.

 

“What are you afraid she’ll turn in to, Sarah, you?  Are you afraid that Kathy will turn out the way you did, when you were a teen?”

 

“I’m not going to sit back and let her run wild, Jack.”

 

“You didn’t answer me.”

”What are you talking about?”

 

Jack sat up, turned on the light and looked down at his wife.  His face was red with anger and his breathing heavy.

 

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.  Have you been lying to yourself for so long you’ve forgotten?  Do you honestly want me to believe you don’t remember when you were fifteen and doing the things you did.”

 

“I’ve put that behind me, Jack.”

 

“Maybe you think you have, but it’s still part of you, Sarah; it’s still eating you alive and now it’s starting to affect our children.”

 

“You know why it happened, you know that my parents were religious zealots and caused all my problems.  If my father wouldn’t have beaten me for being a kid, I wouldn’t have done any of those things.”

 

“That’s a pile of shit and you know it.  You did it because you wanted to rebel and get back at them.  You knew that blowing half of the football team wasn’t right.  You did it to get even with your parents.”

 

“You have know idea what it was like growing up in my house, Jack, you weren’t there.  You never saw my father hit me, call me a whore or tell me that I was destined to go to hell.”

 

“No, I wasn’t there, but I have heard the stories.  You have told me countless times.  That was your father, Sarah, not me.  I think you did the things you did to prove your father right.  I think you decided that if your father thought you were a slut you were going to be.

 

“I think you went on a tear to get even with him.  I can understand how you must have felt to have your father treat you the way he did while your mother stood by and let him.  What I can’t understand is why you are starting to do the same things to Brad and Kathy.”

 

“I’m just protecting them.”

 

“From what?”

 

Sarah began to cry and said, “I don’t know, Jack.”

 

“Do you remember that night, Sarah?  Do you remember going under the bleachers, taking off your clothes and sucking on any guy’s cock that was stuck in front of you?  Do you remember those guys jacking off and spraying your head with cum?  I do, I can remember it like it was yesterday.”

 

Sarah was crying hard now.  She did remember that night and several more like it.

 

“Yes, I remember,” she sobbed.  “I remember that you didn’t join the group.”

 

“No, I was the guy that cleaned you up and got you home.  I cleaned you up and took you home a lot of times, Sarah.”

 

“Why, Jack why did you do that for me?  I was a slut and didn’t deserve a boy like you, what made you do it?”

 

“God damn it, Sarah, don’t you know?”

 

“No, not really.  I thought you just wanted the same things the other guys wanted.”

 

“If that’s what I wanted, I’d have gotten in line with the rest of those guys.  I would just have been another cock in your mouth.  I cared about you, Sarah, that’s why I was always there for you.  I can’t believe you didn’t know.”

 

“You know you were my first, you were the one that took my virginity, Jack.  Didn’t that mean anything?”

 

“It did to me, but I think you slept with me to get out of your house.  I think you knew I loved you and would do anything for you and then you used me.”

 

Sarah was quiet except for her crying.  Jack waited for her to say something, anything, but when she didn’t he started again.

 

“Do you know that we haven’t had sex in over ten years?  Do you know we have never made love?  When we were dating and you were trying to get away from your parents, we would have sex anytime I wanted to.  After we got married, the sex slowed down and then when the twins were born, it stopped.”

 

“Why did you stay with me?  Why didn’t you leave?”

 

“Because I loved you, Sarah.  I have always loved you and I kept going by thinking you’d eventually love me.”

 

“Jack, I want to love you.  I have always wanted to love you, but I don’t feel worthy of your love.  You’re right, I did use you to get away.  I stopped having sex with you because I felt dirty.  My father has me convinced that sex is dirty and should only be done to have children.”

 

“Sarah, you have to let go of the past.  You have been carrying that baggage around for all these years and it’s made you almost heartless.”

 

“How can I, Jack?  I don’t deserve your love.  I don’t deserve to be with you.  I was a slut and a whore when I was young.”

 

“That was a long time ago, Sarah.  That was then and this is now.  You can’t go back and change anything, but you can change what happens in the future.

 

“If you want to spend the rest of your life wallowing is self-pity, that’s up to you, but rest assured, I will no longer sit back and let you keep our children from having fun.  They are teenagers and want to do the things all teens do.

 

“Kathy wants to be able to wear the latest styles like her friends do and from now on, she’s going to be able to.  I will buy her what she wants and if you raise a fuss, I’ll take the kids and leave.”

 

“If you let her do those things she’s going to have sex and end up pregnant.  Kathy will be having kids at seventeen, like I did.”

 

“Kathy isn’t going to end up pregnant until she wants to, I took her to the doctor and now she’s taking the pill.”

 

“Kathy is taking birth control pills!  How could you, Jack?  How could you tell her that it’s okay to have sex?”

 

“Listen, she’s going to have sex when she wants to, pills or no pills.  If she decides she wants to fuck some guy that’s okay with me, I just don’t want her to have an unwanted pregnancy.”

 

Sarah started to cry again.

 

“Did you see our kids today, Sarah?  Did you see how much fun they were having?  When Kathy came out in that cute outfit, she was beaming, that is until you started to make her feel bad about it.  That’s over, Sarah, done.”

 

“Are you telling me that you think it’s okay for our daughter to show her breasts to her brother and anyone else that’s around to see them?”

 

“They’re just tits, Sarah.  Besides, she wasn’t showing them to anyone.”

 

“When her outfit got wet, you could see right through it, Jack.  You could see almost everything.”

 

“Sarah, it isn’t like she was pulling her top down and flashing her boobs.  She got wet and you could almost see through her top, but she didn’t do it on purpose.  I just don’t see what the big deal is.”

 

“I noticed you were looking at her and Jenny today.”

 

“Hell yes I was, they are both cute girls.  It doesn’t mean I want to have sex or anything like it with them.”

 

“You think it’s okay for her to expose her breasts then.  Is that what you’re saying.”

 

“What I’m saying is, I don’t really care.  If Kathy wants to show her tits, let her.  I don’t think that she really wants to go around topless, but if she does, it’s up to her.  She didn’t pull her top down today, it just got wet.  I’m not sure she even realized it until it was brought to her attention.

 

“If I hadn’t stopped you, you would have made a scene and made her change her clothes.  All that would have done is embarrass her and make her upset.  Kathy is a smart girl, but if you don’t change, she’s going to rebel like you did.  She may not go to the same extremes as you did, but she may do something she’ll be sorry for.

 

“When our children decide to have sex, I want it to be because they want to, not because they are trying to make you mad, or get back at you for the way you treat them.  I want Brad and Kathy to know what it is to make love.  I want them to have what you and I never had.”

 

Sarah sat up and leaned against the headboard next to her husband.  She had stopped crying and was just starting straight ahead.

 

“I wish it wasn’t too late for me,” she said.  “I wish it wasn’t too late for us.  I never wanted things to turn out this way, Jack.  I wanted to have a normal life, a normal marriage, but the thoughts of my parents have haunted me.  There is only one thing I can do now, Jack.  I have to leave and let you and our children have an opportunity to enjoy a good life.”

 

“Sarah, sometimes the way you think really pisses me off.  You think the way to handle your problems is to run from them instead of confronting them.  There is no middle ground with you; everything has to be to the extreme.

 

“You start out as a kid being a cock sucker and then you won’t even talk about sex.  Now you are going to run again, just like you ran from your parents.  Don’t you know that no matter where you go, you’re there?  It is about what’s inside of you, not where you live.”

 

“Do you want me to be a slut again?  Is that what you want from me?”

 

“Fuck no!  I want you to be a wife and a mother.  I want you to start enjoying life, not just living.  As far as sex goes, of course I want to make love with you.  I want to feel the intimacy that a husband and wife should share.”

 

Sarah started to cry again.  She buried her face in her hands and sobbed, “I don’t know how to be intimate, Jack.  I don’t know how to love, let alone make love.  If you want me to, I can have sex with you though.”

 

“I don’t want to just have sex, Sarah.  If I wanted sex, I could go down to Federal Highway and pick up a hooker, like I used to do.  I want to share my love with you, I want to give myself to you completely and have you do the same to me.”

 

“You used to pick up hookers?”

 

“Yes, I did.  I would get so mad at you when you refused to let me touch you or be close I’d go and get a ten dollar blowjob.  I did it a few times and then realized it wasn’t what I wanted.  I wanted you, not some stranger.  I also realized I was doing it for the same reasons you did, when we were young, to get even.

 

“One night I picked up a girl and was about to have her perform oral sex on me.  She was bending over when it dawned on me there was no pleasure, not for me.  I stopped her, gave her the money and threw her out of my truck.  That was almost ten years ago and I’ve never done it again.”

 

“I guess I can understand why you did it, Jack.  What I can’t understand is how you can still care for me after the hell I’ve put you through.”

 

“Sarah, I loved you when we were married and thought there was a chance you’d learn to love, to love me.  When the kids were born, I was the happiest man in the world and I stayed because I wanted a family.  I thought having the twins would make you change too.  I’m still here because I want to protect Kathy and Brad.”

 

“What do you want to protect them from?”

 

“You!  I want to protect them from growing into cold and unfeeling adults.  I want our children to have the same opportunities other kids have.  They’re going to make their fair share of mistakes, but instead of chastising them, I want to be here to help them, to console them.  I want them to have a complete home, a home with two parents.”

 

“Am I really that bad, Jack?  Do you really think I’m too strict with Kathy and Brad?”

 

“Yes I do.  Let me ask you a question.  Today, Kathy was wearing a pair of thong panties under her outfit.  If she came to you and asked you to buy her some of that kind of underwear, what would you say?”

 

“I tell her no.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because they aren’t the kind of thing a good girl should wear.”

 

“So, what you’re saying is if a girl wears any underwear that isn’t like what you wear, she’s bad.”

 

“Well, yes, I guess so.”

 

“Tell me, Sarah, how did your parents make you dress.  Did they let you wear the same styles the other girls wore?”

 

“No, my parents made me wear long cotton dresses.  My mother always bought me white cotton panties and bras.  You knew that.”

 

“Right, I did.  Now tell me, did your clothing make you a good girl.  If your parents would have let you wear stylish clothes would you have had oral sex with so many boys that you couldn’t even remember all their names?”

 

“That’s not fair!  You know that isn’t the reason I did what I did.”

 

“Okay, so your admitting that wearing a certain style of clothes doesn’t have any affect on how a person acts.”

 

“You’re twisting things around.  That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

 

“What are you saying then?  Either a pair of panties makes a girl bad or they don’t, which is it?”

 

“They don’t, I guess.”

 

“Of course they don’t, Sarah.  So what difference does it make if Kathy wants to wear them or not?  What difference does it make if she wears short skirts or tight tops?  If she’s going to be bad, it doesn’t really matter what she wears, does it?”

 

“If she wears that kind of clothing she’ll look like a …”

 

“Kathy will look like the rest of the girls her age, Sarah.  The way a girl dresses doesn’t make her a slut, the way she acts does.  If a girl wants to be promiscuous, she’s going to be regardless of what she wears.”

 

Jack chuckled and said, “You know what they say, ‘all whores are women, but not all women are whores.’  Kathy is just a teenage girl that wants to be like her friends.”

 

“Maybe the only thing I can do for our children is leave, Jack.  I’ve been the way I am so long I don’t think I can change.  I know deep down that you’re right, but I just don’t think I can start thinking the way you do.”

 

“Sarah, I believe anyone can change.  I feel that, whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right.  You can be anything you want to be, all you have to do is let go of the past and start living for now and the future.  I don’t want you to leave, but I’m not going to sacrifice our children’s future.

 

“I want Kathy to be a good wife that loves her husband and enjoys making love and having sex.  I want Brad to be a good husband that treats his wife like an equal and not a servant.

 

“You know, Sarah, it isn’t just me that has missed out on the joys of marriage for all these years, you have too.  You have missed out on the feelings of intimacy, the feeling of being held and love, the closeness of making love and the pleasures of sex, too.  This is a relationship, or at least it should have been.”

 

Jack took his wife’s hand in his, kissed the back of it and said, “I love you, Sarah.”

 

Sarah shook her head and started to cry again.  Jack put his arm around her shoulders, pulled her close and held her as she wept.

 

“You have some things to think about, Sarah.  Tomorrow morning, I’m taking the kids back to Harry’s boat to go fishing again.  If you want to come along, you’re more than welcome.  If you don’t, that’s okay too.  I’m going to get some sleep now.”

 

Jack kissed Sarah on the forehead, slid down and rolled onto his side.  She was still sitting up thinking when Jack fell asleep, and when he woke up the next morning.

 

“Jack,” Sarah said.  “I want to go with you and the kids today.  Would you mind?”

 

“No, Sarah, not at all.  I’m going to take a shower and wake the kids up.  We have to leave in about an hour.”

 

Jack showered, dressed and went to get his children up.  After he left the bedroom, Sarah went to get ready.

 

Sarah removed her long cotton nightgown, hung it on the door and stood in front of the mirror.  She placed her hands under her small breasts, lifted them and gently squeezed.  Sarah slid her hands down her sides to her panties, hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down.

 

After stepping into the shower and turning on the water, Sarah turned around and backed under the warm spray.  She tilted her head back and ran her fingers through her thick raven hair, wetting it completely.  Sarah thought about the things her husband told her the night before as she shampooed her hair.  She’d been up all night, going over and over his words.

 

Sarah rinsed her hair, picked up a washcloth and poured some shower gel on it.  She began rubbing it over her body, covering herself with rich suds.  Moving out of habit, she washed, rinsed and turned off the water.  She opened the shower door, pulled a towel off the towel-bar and began drying her body.

 

Once she finished blow drying and fixing her hair, she put on her robe and went to get dressed.  Sarah looked through her lingerie drawer and took out a pair of white brief panties, the only kind of panties she owned.  She dressed in a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved blouse, which she buttoned to the neck.

 

Kathy and Brad were in the living room chattering about the upcoming day.  When she walked in, Sarah said, “Good morning, kids, are you two ready to go?”

 

The twins turned and looked at their mother.  Their dad had told them that she probably wouldn’t be going today, when he talked to them about going again.  Jack came into the living room, smiled at his wife and said, “Let’s get going, Ellen is fixing breakfast this morning.”

 

Jen and Eddie were just getting started on their daily cleaning when the Waters family arrived at the boat.  Brad and Kathy went to the bow to see their friends while Jack and Sarah went into the cabin.

 

“Want some help, Eddie?”  Brad asked.

 

“Sure, there’s another brush in the cockpit, under the starboard gunwale,” Eddie said.  “Kathy, there’s another wash down hose in the cockpit.  If you two want to clean up the cockpit, Jen and I will do the bow and bridge.”

 

The four teens cleaned the boat while their parents sat in the galley and drank coffee.

 

“Sounds like we’re getting ready to go,” Harry said when one of the engines started.

 

“Don’t the kids have to have some breakfast first?”  Sarah asked.

 

“Don’t worry about them eating,” Ellen said.  “They’ll all be in here as soon as the engines are idling.  I don’t know about Brad, but my son would never miss a meal.”

 

The four teens came into the cabin, sat at the table and began to eat the scrambled and sausage Ellen placed on the table.  Brad was hitting Eddie with a barrage of questions about the equipment they has used the day before, while Jen and Kathy talked about school.

 

Once they had finished eating, the teens went out to untie the boat and head out for a day of fishing.  Jack was studying the craftsmanship of the joinery, and commenting on the work to Harry while, the women finished their coffee.  When the boat began to move, the two men went out into the cockpit, leaving the women alone.

 

“Is everything okay, Sarah?”  Ellen asked as she put away the last of the dishes.  “You seem preoccupied this morning.”

 

Sarah took a sip of her hot coffee, put the cup down and said, “Ellen, I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”

 

Ellen poured herself a fresh cup of coffee, offered Sarah some more and filled her cup when she nodded.  Ellen sat down and said, “You can ask me anything you’d like, Sarah.  If I can answer you, I will.”

 

“I wanted to ask about Jenny.  About how you let her dress.”

 

“What do you mean, Ellen?”

 

“Well, you seem to let Jenny wear some very, um…”

 

“Sexy clothes?”

 

“Yes, she seems to wear clothes that are very sexy.”

 

“She’s a teenager, Sarah.  How do you expect her to dress?  All of the kids dress like that, you know, short skirts, tank tops and the like.  Her clothes aren’t really all that sexy, just stylish.  What is this all about?”

 

“It’s about the outfits the girls were wearing yesterday.  It’s about the way they looked when they got wet.”

 

“What about it?”  Ellen asked.

 

“Do you know you could see their breasts through the tops?”

 

“Yeah, I saw them.”

 

“It doesn’t bother you that Eddie could see his sister’s breasts?”

 

“Ellen, I think you may be talking to the wrong person about this.  I think you want me to be upset that the guys could see the girls and I’m not.  My views on nudity would probably just upset you more than you already are.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, as long as you asked, I’ll tell you, but I warn you that you may not like what I’m going to say.”

 

Sarah sat in shock as Ellen launched her diatribe on the inequity of societies view on naked breasts.  She told the woman that she not only accepted nudity, she encouraged it.  By the time Ellen had finished, Sarah was wide-eyed and her mouth was hanging open.

 

“So you don’t care that your daughter runs around half naked?”

 

“Ellen, I don’t care if EITHER of my children run around completely naked.  I don’t have a different set of rules for Jen and Eddie.  Harry and I treat them the same in all aspects of their lives.”

 

“Aren’t you afraid they’ll end up having sex before they’re old enough?”  Sarah asked.

 

“No, I’m not.  Kids will be kids, just like they were when we were their age.  I don’t know about you, but I was sexually active when I was younger than our children are.  I don’t think it has had any negative effects on my life.”

 

Sarah shook her head and then Ellen said, “That’s not what this is about, is it?”

 

“What do you mean, Ellen?”

 

“I mean you don’t want to know about Jenny or Eddie.  There’s something else that’s bothering you.  Do you want to talk about it?”

 

Sarah began to cry and said, “I’ve been ruining my children’s lives.  I have been trying to protect them, but in the process, I’m making them hate me.  My husband is threatening to leave and take Kathy and Brad with him.”

 

“Why?  What are you doing?”

 

Sarah explained her views on the way Kathy was allowed to dress.  She told Ellen how she didn’t let her daughter wear the latest styles, two-piece swimsuits or sexy underwear.  She went on to say that her greatest fear was that Kathy would have sex.

 

“What’s wrong with sex, Sarah?  Don’t you like sex?”

 

Kathy and Jenny came bounding into the cabin, both of them giggling.  They said hi to their moms and told them it was beautiful outside.

 

“What are you two doing?”  Ellen asked.

 

“We’re going to put on the cute outfits you got us, Mom.  It’s getting to hot for these things,” Jen said.

 

“Okay, Honey.  We’ll be out in a little while,” Ellen said.

 

The girls went to the stateroom and returned wearing the one-piece outfits they wore the day before.  Like the previous day, Kathy borrowed a thong from Jen.  They scurried through the cabin and back outside.

 

“Ellen, I’ve never told anyone about this, but I just have to get it off my chest.  Jack knows part of it, but not everything.  I have no idea why I feel like talking about it after all these years, but after talking with Jack last night, I just know I have to.”

 

Ellen reached across the table, put her hand on Sarah’s and said, “I’m a pretty good listener, and I don’t repeat the things I’m told.”

 

Taking a sip of her hot coffee and a deep breath, Sarah began her story.  She started by telling Ellen about her parents and how she was raised.

 

“My father was a stern taskmaster and demanded that I addressed him as sir.  My mom was weak and did whatever she was told to do, including raising me.  I never owned a pair of pants or shorts while I lived at home, only plain cotton dresses that came down to my calves.

 

“My parents preached against the sins of sex and any contact with boys or men, except to have children.  I was told that my body was never to be seen by anyone and my parent even prevented me from taking physical education.  I was twelve when I had my first period and when I told my mother, she handed me a box of pads and told me to figure out how to use them.”

 

Sarah’s eyes began to tear as she went on, stopping only to take a drink of her coffee.

 

“By the time I was fifteen, I was so confused that I could hardly stand it.  I heard the girls at school talking about the things they did with their boyfriends.  Almost everything they referred to was foreign to me, except for kissing.  On top of it all, I was having feelings, feelings I couldn’t explain.  I tried to talk to my mom, but she just made me pray to have the impure thoughts erased from my mind.

 

“Between the talk at school, the feelings and my lack of knowledge, I thought I was going crazy.  I wanted to be like the other girls and do some of the things they got to do, you know, football games, school dances, going to the movies and the like.  Whenever I asked my parents to let me go, they locked me in my room.”

 

“Would you like a refill?”  Ellen asked.

 

Sarah nodded and waited until her cup was refilled and Ellen was sitting at the table to continue.

 

“One Friday night, my parents went to some prayer meeting, leaving me home alone.  I snuck out and went to a football game that night.  It was the very first time that I attended anything like it.  The stands were filled with kids and they were all yelling and screaming as they watched our school play.

 

“I found a girl that I knew and sat next to her.  She was always talking about the boys she went out with and the fun she had, so I thought that it would be fun to sit with her.  After our team won the game, there was a big bonfire and most of the kids were there.

 

“I asked Sandi, the girl I sat with, about boys and if she could introduce me to some of the ones she knew.  I didn’t catch on when she giggled and whispered to her friends that I was being set up.  Sandi told me that she would introduce me to some of the players if I wanted to meet them.

 

“The excitement of the night was overwhelming and I agreed to meet the boys she was telling me about.  When the players started coming out of the locker room and joined the crowd, someone started passing around a bottle of booze.  When the bottle was handed to me, I drank some.

 

“The liquor burnt as it went down, but the feeling was like nothing I had ever felt.  My body felt all warm and tingly and my head felt light.  I took a couple more drinks of the booze before Sandi took me aside and told me that she had talked to a few of the players.  She told me that in order to be part of the group, there was something I had to do.”

 

Sarah stopped and started into space for a couple of minutes, tears running down her cheeks.  Ellen gave her a tissue and Sarah dried her eyes.

 

“I wasn’t thinking straight when I told Sandi that I wanted to be part of the group.  I was feeling no pain from the liquor, I wasn’t really drunk, but I was feeling carefree.  When Sandi started to explain what I was going to have to do, I got scared, but I didn’t run or say that I wouldn’t do it.

 

“You have to understand, Ellen, this was the first time I had ever been among the kids I went to school with.  I always felt like a leper at school and on this night I didn’t.  One of the most popular girls in school was being friendly to me and I was in heaven.  I think I would have jumped off a building if I were asked to, as long as I would fit in.”

 

Harry stepped into the cabin and Ellen waved him off.  He held up his coffee cup and she nodded and held her finger up.  Ellen excused herself for a moment, picked up the coffee pot and went out to the cockpit.  She filled Harry and Jack’s cups, told them that she and Sarah were talking and asked about the fishing.

 

“Kathy caught a small Dolphin, but it was too small to keep,” Harry said.  “Eddie is heading out to the gulf stream to see if he can find some sails.  Is everything okay?”

 

Ellen nodded and went back into the cabin.

 

“The kids are having a ball, Sarah.  Kathy caught the only fish so far, but my son is moving to try and locate more.”

 

Sarah smiled and continued with her story.

 

“Sandi led me to the grandstands and we went under them.  She told me that I would have to get undressed and give the boys blowjobs to be able to join her group.  I told her that I had no idea want she was talking about, but she told me not to worry, that she would help me.  I couldn’t move.  I didn’t think that removing my dress was a good idea, but when Sandi pulled her top off and started to remove her skirt, I guessed that it was what was need to be done.

 

“I unbuttoned my dress slowly as Sandi took off her underwear.  I had never seen panties or a bra like she wore and it excited me to see her in them.  Before I had the buttons undone, Sandi was naked.  She told me to hurry and the next thing I knew I was as naked as she was.

 

Ellen shook her head and began to say something, but Sarah started again.

 

“Several of the players came under the stands and formed a circle around Sandi and me.  One of the boys went over to Sandi, started to kiss her and asked her if everything was okay.  Sandi laughed and told him that they were just about ready.

 

“When I saw the boy Sandi was kissing pull down his pants and underwear, I gasped.  I had never even seen a picture of a boy’s penis, let alone one in person.  Sandi knelt in front of the boy, took his penis in her mouth and made almost all of it disappear.  After she moved her mouth back and forth a few times, she looked up at me.

 

“Sandi told me that was a blowjob and if I wanted to be in the group, I would have to do it.  I don’t what came over me, but with everything that was going on that night, I agreed to do what she said.  I got on my knees, looked around at the group of boys that had assembled and waited to see who would be first.

 

Sarah was crying again.  She took a few moments to regain her composure, drank some of her coffee and went on.

 

“One of the boys took out his penis and pointed it at my mouth.  I really didn’t know what to do, so I just opened my mouth and let him put it in.  Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Sandi and tried to mimic her actions.  I saw she had her hand around her boyfriend’s penis and I did the same.

 

“It felt strange, having that boy’s penis in my mouth and hand.  I was amazed at how hard and hot it felt on my tongue and how soft the end of it was.  The boy started to move his hips and I closed my lips around him.  Within a couple of minutes, I felt my mouth being filled with a salty hot fluid.  The boy finished and pulled away, I swallowed his semen.”

 

“It must have been terrible, Sarah,” Ellen said, her voice empathetic.

 

“That’s the problem, Ellen, it wasn’t terrible.  It was wonderful!  I never felt like that before and it was very exciting.  I think it was knowing it was against everything my parents had ever taught me that excited me the most.  I felt like a bad girl, but more important to me, I felt wanted and part of something.

 

“I don’t know how many boys put their penises in my mouth and ejaculated that night.  Some of them that couldn’t wait masturbated and shot their semen on my head and body.  Someone touched me between my legs, played with my vagina and I had my first orgasm.  When all of the boys that wanted to had been in my mouth, Sandi stepped over to me.  She had a few of her friends with her and I noticed that I was the only one that was naked.

 

“Sandi and her friends were all laughing and pointing at me.  Some of the girls called me a cocksucker and then they all walked away, leaving me under the grandstands.  I was hurt by what they said, but I was also excited by what happened.  From the minute the first boy’s penis went into my mouth until the last, I loved every minute.

 

“That was the first time I met Jack.  He came over, helped me up and took me into the locker room.  Jack cleaned me up, dressed me and walked me home.  He didn’t say much to me that night, but I wondered if he was one of the boys that had been in my mouth.”

 

Sarah got up and went to the head.  When she returned, she poured another cup of coffee and sat back down.  Ellen was a bit miffed as to why Sarah was telling her all this, but she’d agreed to listen and was going to wait to see what else she was going to hear before saying anything.

 

“When I went back to school the following Monday, I was suddenly popular.  The girls talked behind my back, but the boys talked to me.  They all wanted to know if I wanted to go out on a date.  I told them I wasn’t allowed to date and they started to ask if I wanted to give them blowjobs.

 

“Over the next few months, I would go behind the school with almost any boy that asked me to.  They were nice most of the time, only wanting to get off in my mouth, but some of them wanted more.  I didn’t let them touch me except my breasts and then only through my dress.  Several times I ended up with a group of boys and like the first time, Jack was always there to put me back together.

 

“I started to see Jack after school for the short time I had before I had to be home.  He was always very nice to me and never asked me to do anything with him.  The more we were together; the more I started to like him.  By the time school started the next year he was my boyfriend.

 

“I quit giving boys what they wanted every time they asked, but I would still sneak behind the school once in a while.  The trouble I had was that I liked Jack a lot, but I liked giving blowjobs more.  Jack and I still hadn’t done anything except kiss, and I let him feel me up a few times, but that was it.

 

“Things at home were getting worse and I had to get away from there.  I was sixteen, going on seventeen and my parents were treating me like I was still twelve.  I started to push Jack and finally gave him his first blowjob.  I guess he really liked it, because from then on, he never stopped me when I wanted to do it.

 

“Time went on and Jack started to tell me he loved me.  I really cared for him, but I had no idea what love was or if I was even capable of feeling love.  When things got unbearable at home, I decided I just had to get away.  Jack was a senior and would be out of school at the end of the year.  He worked part time for his uncle as a carpenter and would have a full time job after graduation.

 

“I schemed and planned and finally came up with something I thought would work.  One afternoon, while my parents were off at some revival, I brought Jack to my house and seduced him.  We had sex that day, both of us losing our virginity.  Over the next few weeks, we did it whenever we could.

 

“After Jack graduated, he went to work full time and got his own place to live.  I would sneak over to his apartment whenever I could and we would have intercourse.  When I became pregnant, we were married and I moved in with him.

 

“My parents disowned me and moved away.  I haven’t seen them since then and they don’t even know they’re grandparents.  I don’t even know if they’re still alive.”

“I can understand why you did what you did, Sarah.  I think I would have done the same thing to get away,” Ellen said.

 

Sarah nodded and said, “That was the end of my hell at home, but the beginning for Jack.  After the twins were born, I stopped having sex with my husband.  The worst of it is, I still would go out and find men to perform oral sex on.  I finally stopped that too, Ellen.  It’s like a sickness with me.  I can’t seem to stop when I get started.  I’m like an alcoholic, one is too many and twenty isn’t enough.

 

“When the twins started to get older, I started to turn into my parents.  I have so much guilt about what I did when I was young I can hardly stand myself some days.  I treat my daughter like my parents treated me, maybe not as bad, but it’s bad enough I think Jack is going to take the kids and leave me.

 

“Ellen, I don’t know what to do.  I want to love Jack, I want to let my children grow up and have fun doing it, but I’m afraid.  I’m afraid if I’m not strict with Kathy she’ll do the same things I did.”

 

“Sarah, I don’t know what to say.  I can only tell you the way Harry and I feel and maybe give you another point of view.  My husband and I started to fool around with each other when we were thirteen.  We have enjoyed making love and having sex ever since we started.

 

“As for the kids, I don’t get after them about much, only if they mess up, and that’s not very often.  Harry and I have taken the kids to a nude beach and while we didn’t force them to participate, we didn’t discourage them either.  Everyone in our family has seen each other naked at one time or another.

 

“Harry and I feel nudity is not only acceptable, it’s healthy.  We don’t want our kids to grow up feeling ashamed of their bodies.  As far as sex is concerned, kids will be kids.  Harry and I are very open about sex and will answer ANY question we’re asked by Eddie or Jenny.  When they’re ready, they’re going to have sex and there is very little anyone can do to stop it.  We just want to be sure they are doing it because they want to.”

 

“I wish I could be so analytical about it, Ellen.  I wish I could let go of my past and my fear about the children.  I wish I could make my husband happy.”

 

“You can, Sarah.  Think about it this way, what’s the worse thing that could happen if you changed?”

 

“I don’t know, I guess my daughter could start having sex and maybe get pregnant, or Brad could make some girl pregnant.”

 

“How about if you don’t change, Sarah, what’s the worst that could happen then?”

 

“Well, the same thing, I guess.”

 

“Exactly!  Whether your kids have sex or not has nothing to do with you.  Just like my kids, they are going to do it when they want to.  What about Jack?  What could happen if you don’t change for him?”

 

“He’s going to leave me.”

 

“Is that what you want?”

 

“No, it’s not.  I just am afraid to get close to him, to have sex with him.”

 

“For heaven sakes why?  What’s wrong with having sex?”

 

“I’m afraid that if I do, I’ll go back to where I was and start looking outside for the excitement again.  I just can’t do that to Jack.”

 

“Let me try to understand what you’re saying, Sarah. If you don’t change, Jack’s going to take the kids and leave, right?”

 

Sarah nodded.

 

“You’re afraid that if you start having sex with Jack you’ll want to stray and find men outside your home, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“So, rather than trying to stay with your husband and have sex, with the outside chance you’ll have other urges, you’re willing to let him go.”

 

“It sort of sounds silly when you say it like that, Ellen, but I guess that’s what I’m afraid of.”

 

“It is silly!  More than silly, it’s down right stupid and selfish.  If you love your husband and want him to stay, you have to put your fears aside.”

 

“I wish I could love him, the way he loves me, but I have never been able to get that close to him, and I don’t know why.”

 

“I do,” Ellen said.  “I think I know exactly why you’re afraid to love Jack, why you’re afraid to let him, or anyone else, get close to you.  The only people you love have deserted you, or made your life a living hell.  You think that if you love Jack, he’s going to do the same thing your parents did.

 

“You have to take a chance, Sarah.  You have to let yourself get close to someone that loves you.  You’re willing to throw away a man that has stuck by your side through the things you’ve done because you’re afraid he’s going to hurt you.  That’s just crazy!”

 

“I know it is, but I don’t know what to do, how to start, how to change.”

 

“Sarah, have you ever heard the saying ‘Today is the first day of the rest of your life?’  Well, it is!  Why don’t you just take your husband into our stateroom and make love to him, or suck his cock, or fuck his brains out, or at least hold him and tell him you don’t want him to leave.

 

“Oh, Ellen, I could never do that, not with you guys on the boat.  Not with my kids so close.”

 

“You can take a bunch of guys under the bleachers, but you can’t make love to your husband in the privacy of the stateroom?  That’s bullshit!  Sarah, you have to start fighting right now.  You have to take control of your life and stop looking over your shoulder for your parents.  They’re not there anymore, let it go.”

 

“I’m so scared.”

 

“So what, get past it.  Just think about how Jack would react if I sent him in and he found you wearing something sexy.  Just think of how happy he would be and how free you could be.  What do you have to lose?”

 

“Nothing I guess.  I sort of resigned myself to the fact he was going to leave me anyways.  Will you help me, Ellen?  Please?”

 

“You’re damn right I will.  Come with me.”

 

Ellen took Sarah’s hand and led her to the master stateroom.  Once they were inside, Ellen closed the door and turned to Sarah.

 

“Strip!”

 

“What?”

 

“Take off your clothes, Sarah; get naked.  We’re going to transform you for Jack.”

 

“I don’t think I can.  No one has seen me nude in years, not even Jack.”

 

“Remember what I said about this being the first day of the rest of your life, well it’s time to start living.  I assure you that when we’re finished, you’ll be a different woman.”

 

Sarah slowly began to unbutton her blouse.  As she fiddled with the buttons, Ellen went to her drawers and began searching through them.  She found a matching bra and thong she thought would fit Sarah.  When Ellen turned around and saw Sarah still dressed, she took over.

 

Ellen removed Sarah’s clothes and helped her into the sexy underwear.  The bra was slightly large in the cups, but looked sexy on Sarah.  Ellen took out the small makeup bag she kept on the boat and brushed some pink blush between her breasts.  When Ellen put her hands under Sarah’s breasts and pushed them up, Sarah gasped.

 

The next thing Ellen did, was remove the pins that held Sarah’s hair on top of her head.  She took out a brush and slowly pulled it through her raven tresses.

 

Ellen turned Sarah to the full-length mirror, stood behind her and let her stare at the reflection.

 

“It doesn’t look like me,” Sarah said with a sigh.

 

“You look sexy, Sarah, very sexy.  We really need to do something about that bush between your legs though.  You have so much hair it looks like you have something in your panties besides your pussy.”

 

Sarah blushed at Ellen’s language, she had heard the words before, but it seemed strange coming from another woman.  When Ellen’s fingers rubbed her mons, Sarah jerked like she had been shocked.

 

Ellen giggled and said, “Come with me.  We’re going to give that thing a trim.”

 

“Don’t you think that’s a little too much?  Maybe I should take this one step at a time,” Sarah said as she followed Ellen into the head.

 

“Remember, today is the first…”

 

“Okay,” Sarah said and then giggled like a schoolgirl.  “You’re the boss.”

 

“No, Sarah, you’re the boss, I’m the consultant.  You are about to embark on a journey that can take you to places you never dreamed possible.  All you have to do is sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.  Now take off the thong.”

 

“You’re awful demanding, aren’t you, Ellen?”

 

“Not really.  I’m just enjoying this, Sarah.  I feel like I’m getting my daughter ready for the prom.  You know, preparing her for something new and exciting, something she’ll never forget.”

 

Sarah removed the thong and handed it to Ellen.  She hung it on the doorknob and told Ellen to stand over the toilet.  Sarah didn’t know why, but she began to trust Ellen and did what she asked.  Ellen took a small pair of scissors and a razor out of a drawer and placed them on the sink counter.  She searched though the drawer and found a comb she kept in there.

 

“Okay, what will it be?  We can leave it like it is, shave your pussy bald, or something in between.”

 

“I think something in between will do,” Sarah chuckled.  “What do you do?”

 

“It depends, sometimes I shave it all off, sometimes I leave a small patch,” Ellen said as she unfastened her shorts and pulled them down.  “Right now, I have a thin strip I keep trimmed very short.”

 

Sarah gazed at Ellen’s mons, smiled and said, “Do it like yours.”

 

Ellen knelt in front of Sarah and used the comb and scissors to clip away most of the thick black curls covering her mons.  After she finished with the scissors, she wet Ellen’s crotch, rubbed it with shaving gel and used the razor to scrape away her hair.  Once she was finished, Ellen coated Sarah’s vulva and mons with a fragrant lotion.

 

Sarah moaned softly as Ellen’s fingers stroked her between her legs.  “That’s the first time a woman has ever touched me there,” said Sarah.  “It feels nice.”

 

Ellen smiled and pulled her finger through Sarah’s furrow, she touched her clitoris, rubbed it firmly and removed her hand.  “Someday, I’ll show you the joy only another woman can.”

 

Sarah gasped and said, “You mean you fool around with women?”

 

Ellen smiled and replied, “Yes.”

 

Sarah shook her head and said, “I think I’m going into overload.  This is more than I think I can handle in one day.”

 

Ellen grinned, took out a small handheld mirror and gave it to Sarah.  She used the mirror to inspect her mons and smiled when she saw only a one-inch strip of close trimmed hair remained.  She used her hand to touch herself between her legs, feeling the smooth flesh of her vulva and puffy labia.

 

“Put the thong back on and I’ll go get Jack,” Ellen said.

 

“Oh God, Ellen, I don’t know if I can do this.  I’m scared to death.”

 

Ellen took Sarah back to the stateroom and gave her a hug.  When Sarah asked what else she was going to wear, Ellen laughed.

 

“This is it, sweetie, you don’t need anything else to wear.  Now listen, stop thinking.  Don’t try to figure out what’s happening; just let your heart lead the way.  This is the first time you have ever been with a man and you want it to be as good for you as it is for him.  This is the new Sarah, the old one is gone forever.”

 

“I sure hope you’re right about this, Ellen.  What if it’s too late?  What if Jack doesn’t want me anymore?  What if…”

 

“Shut the fuck up!  Look, all you have to do is sit in the middle of the bed.  The way you look, nature will do the rest.  When your husband comes in here, take him in your arms, give him a hug and tell him you and I just threw the old Sarah overboard.”

 

“What about the kids?”

 

“What about them?  They’re fishing and if your kids like it half as much as mine do, you could fuck Jack on the bow and they wouldn’t know what you were doing.”

 

“Ellen, thank you.  I don’t know how things are going to turn out, but thanks for all you’ve done.  I think I understand myself a little better just because I was able to talk about my past.”

 

“You’re welcome, Sarah.  Put the past behind you and let Jack find the woman he always knew was there.  He is your husband and the father of your children, not some football player under the grandstands.

 

“I think if you’ll allow it, you will be able to discover love.  Remember, today is it.  Today you are going to start living and take what’s yours to have…your husband’s love.  He’s been trying to give it to you for years, now let him.”

 

“What should we talk about?  What should I tell him?”

 

“That’s up to you and your heart.  You can tell him whatever you want to, but I would suggest the truth.  You have been lying so long it’s time to stop and face life.  I think Jack will help you, just let him.”

 

“Okay, I’ll try.  I’m so nervous.”

 

“All girls are nervous the first time they make love, it really doesn’t matter how old they are or if they have screwed before.  Just remember this is YOUR first time.  Now get on the bed and I’ll go get Jack.  If you back out, I’ll come in here and fuck him.”

 

“You’re crazy, Ellen.”

 

Ellen hugged Sarah once more and then kissed her on the lips.  Sarah’s body shuddered and she instinctively kissed her back.

 

“Okay, Sarah, get on the bed and wait for your man.  The man that loves you so much that he’s put up with your shit for all these years without dumping you.  The man that deserves the best, the man that deserves you.”

 

Sarah climbed into the middle of the bed and curled her legs under her.  Ellen pulled the shade on the hatch and adjusted the lighting so the small spotlights in the headliner cast a soft glow on the bed.  She smiled at Sarah, gave her a thumbs up and walked out of the stateroom.

 

When Ellen went out into the cockpit, Kathy was fighting a fish while Eddie, Brad and Jen stood by and watched.  Harry and Jack were up on the flying bridge, watching the action below them.  Ellen went up the steps, pulled Jack to the side of the bridge and smiled at him.

 

“Jack,” Ellen said.  “There’s someone in the master stateroom that would like to see you.”

 

“Sarah?  Is there something wrong?”

 

“No, Jack, There’s nothing wrong.  Just go down and see what she wants.  Please be as open and understanding as you can, she is very scared and needs you.”

 

“Sarah has decided to leave me, hasn’t she?”  Jack said, with a tremble in his voice.

 

Ellen thought for a moment and replied, “I think so, Jack.  I think Sarah is gone forever.”

 

Jack’s eyes filled with tears.  He nodded and walked slowly down the steps and went into the cabin.  He didn’t say a word to his kids as he walked through the cockpit, or even look at what they were doing.

 

Ellen went over to Harry, put her arm around his waist and kissed his cheek.  “You know what, I love you.”

 

“I love you too.  What’s going on with Sarah and Jack?”

 

“I don’t know yet, but I’m sure we’ll know soon.”

 

Harry saw the fish Kathy was fighting take off to port and turned to boat to try and cut it off.  Ellen sat in a chair, leaned her head back and smiled.

 

Jack walked slowly to the master stateroom and paused at the door.  He was feeling weak and his stomach was flipping as he anticipated hearing his wife tell him she was leaving.  He really loved her and was willing to overlook almost anything, anything except the way Sarah wanted to raise the kids.

 

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the door handle and pushed it down.  He pushed the door open slowly and looked into the room.

 

“What do you want to talk…”

 

“Jack, please don’t talk, not right now,” Sarah said.  “Please come here and sit with me.”

 

Jack closed the door behind him and stared at his wife.  He had never seen her look more beautiful or more desirable.  Sarah was wringing her hands and trying to smile as her husband walked to the bed and sat on the edge.

 

Sarah didn’t say a word.  She got onto her knees, put her arms around his neck and her lips to his.  Jack’s body was stiff as his wife did something he couldn’t remember her doing for years, she kissed him.  It wasn’t a peck on the lips kind of kiss; it was a passionate kiss.  He felt her tongue swipe across his lips and when he opened his mouth slightly, it slipped inside.

 

Jack was caught off guard by his wife’s advances.  He didn’t know what to think or do.  His arms went around her and she moaned into his mouth.  When Sarah pulled Jack down on the bed, he didn’t resist.  They kissed for several minutes and then Sarah pulled her mouth from his, keeping her lips close to his.

 

“What’s going on here, Sarah?”  Jack asked.

 

Sarah answered by putting her mouth over his and pulling his hand to her breast.  When his fingers closed around her boob, she rolled onto her back and arched her back into his hand.  She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, breaking her kiss just long enough to get it over his head.

 

Moving to his waist, she fumbled with the button of Jack’s shorts.  When she was finally able to get it unfastened, she pulled down his zipper and reached inside for his penis.  Sarah groaned as her fingers wrapped around his shaft and felt his heat.  She couldn’t remember the last time she felt him and then thought about what Ellen had said about it being the first time.

 

Jack wasn’t sure of what to do, so he began to live out his favorite fantasy.  He had dreamed about this moment for years and suddenly his dreams were becoming a reality.  He unhooked the bra, pushed the cups to the side and lowered his mouth to his wife’s breast.  Jack began to suckle her nipple and rub it with the tip of his tongue.  Sarah grabbed his head and pulled it to her breast.

 

Sarah became lost in the moment.  Gone were the thoughts of her parents, the boys under the grandstands, the men she picked up.  Her body was responding to her husband, to the man that loved her, to the man she so desperately wanted to love.  Never before had she just let go and let things happen as they may.

 

The room became a blur.  Sarah was aware of Jack’s hands and mouth on her breasts and his penis throbbing in her hand.  She could feel his body against hers and the heat radiating from it.  Her body felt like it was floating and the only thing keeping her from drifting away were Jack’s hands’ holding her breasts.

 

Jack began to rub his wife’s stomach, pausing at her navel to probe it gently.  When his hand moved lower and began to stroke her mons, she opened her legs and lifted her hips up off the bed.  Jack slid his hand into her panties and froze when he felt the small patch of hair on her mons.

 

Sarah started to push at his shorts and work them down his legs.  Jack helped her and then pulled her thong down and off.  He gazed down at her mons and began to trace her pubic hair with his fingertips.  He dipped between her legs, felt her hairless vulva and began to rub her.  Jack parted her labia, probed her opening and pushed his finger into her vagina.

 

“Please do it, Jack,” Sarah panted.  “Please make love to me, make love to me like it’s the first time.”

 

Jack rolled onto her, lined his penis up with her opening and slowly slid into her vagina.  It felt wonderful to be inside his wife and he stopped when he bottomed out and enjoyed the moment.  Sarah pulled her legs up, hooked her feet over his legs and began to slowly rock her hips.  Jack responded and started to move, sliding his penis in and out of her hot channel.

 

Sarah began to moan and hump up against his slow steady thrusts.  She had never felt like she did at that moment, so close, so completely involved in what she was feeling.  In the past, she would always fight the feeling of pleasure, never allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of her husband’s penis in her vagina.

 

When she felt her orgasm begin deep in her belly and rumble towards her vagina, she cried out.  She had never had an orgasm from intercourse.  She had never just let herself go and enjoy what was happening.  Sarah’s climax was intense and her entire body began to quiver as her vagina convulsed around her husband’s penis.  He felt it too and began to cum, sending his semen into her for the first time in many years.

 

Once they were both spent, Jack collapsed on her and tried to catch his breath.  Sarah still had her legs around his and held him in her as she recovered.

 

Once again Jack began to speak and once again, she stopped him with her lips.  She breathed through her nose as she forced her tongue into his mouth and moved her mouth on his.

 

Sarah finally pushed Jack onto his side and lay next to him. She stroked his head, planted small kisses on his face and cried.  Jack was confused and sated.  He really didn’t know what had happened, but he didn’t really care.  He only hoped it wasn’t a one-time thing.

 

His reservations began to dissolve when Sarah climbed out of bed, took his hand and led him to the head.  She turned on the shower and pulled him into the small stall with her.

 

“Jack,” she said softly.  “I don’t want you to leave and I don’t want to leave either.  I know I’ve been a horrible wife and mother, but I know I can change.  Ellen and I killed the old Sarah and tossed her into the ocean.  I stand before you as the new Sarah.”

 

“I don’t know what to say,” Jack replied.

 

“You don’t have to say anything, Jack.  I know you love me and now it’s my turn to love you.  Not just in bed, but all the time.  I learned a lot about myself last night and today.  I learned what you’ve known for years.  Jack, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you for putting up with me for all these years.”

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

“You do to.  You know how I’ve been.  How I’ve…”

 

“You said you and Ellen killed that person, let her stay dead.  Let her float endlessly in the sea.  I’m ready to start, not start over.”

 

“So am I, Jack, so am I.  Jack, I have to do this, I have to know if something is gone for good.  I’ll explain it later, but for now, please bear with me.”

 

Jack nodded and Sarah sank to her knees.  She took Jack’s penis in her hand and covered with her mouth.  Slowly, she moved her head forward until her nose was against his pubic hair and his member was in her throat.

 

Sarah had done this many times and was still able to deep throat his penis.  Unlike the times in the past, this was different.  She didn’t feel like a whore or the high school cocksucker.  She didn’t feel like she was trying to get back at anyone or prove a point.  She was actually enjoying the feeling of her husband’s throbbing penis deep in her throat.

 

Years ago having a man’s penis in her mouth would trigger feelings that sent her on a rampage.  Those feelings were gone today, replaced with a new feeling, a feeling that she was unfamiliar with.  Instead of the thoughts that would fill her head in the past, she felt something deep inside.  She could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest and a subtle tingling in her entire body.

 

Sarah had to pull back so she could breath.  She let Jack’s penis slip out of her mouth, kissed the tip and stood up.  Putting her arms around his neck she kissed him deeply and moaned when his hands went around her waist.

 

“Let’s go back to bed, Jack.”

 

They finished their shower quickly, dried off and went back to the stateroom.  After making love again, they cleaned up and got dressed.  Sarah, put on the underwear Ellen had given her and then her shorts and blouse.  She buttoned it to her neck like normal, and then undid the top three buttons and pulled it open so the top of her breasts showed.

 

Jack and Sarah started to leave the stateroom, but Sarah stopped and went back.  She grabbed the white cotton briefs she had worn that day and the plain white bra.  When she and her husband stepped into the cockpit, Sarah led Jack to the side of the boat and tossed the underwear into the sea.

 

“Why did you do that?”  Jack asked.

 

Sarah stretched up, kissed him and said, “The old Sarah can wear them; I don’t need them anymore.”

 

Jack smiled, looked at his wife and asked, “How about the kids?”

 

Kathy was watching in awe as her mom put her arm around her father’s waist.  Led him over to her and said, “Make sure you put sunscreen on, Kathy, you don’t want your boobs to get burnt.”

 

“What did you say, Mom?”  Kathy said.

 

“Never mind,” Sarah said as she gave her daughter a hug and reached for Brad.  “I love you two.”

 

Sarah and Jack went up to the bridge, sat down together and glanced at Ellen.  When Ellen raised her eyebrows, Jack and Sarah started to laugh.

 

“Is it safe to say you two were able to straighten things out?”  Ellen asked.

 

“Yes, a couple of times,” Sarah said.  “It was wonderful too, I might add.  By the way, Ellen, Kathy and I are going to stop by your shop tomorrow, we both need new wardrobes.”

 

Jack shook his head, Harry laughed and Ellen and Sarah hugged.

 

“How can I ever thank you, Ellen?”

 

“You just did, Sarah.  You just did.”