Man Burgers
1 pound lean ground beef (mince as Jill would have called it)
1/2 teaspoon steak seasoning
1 teaspoon Everyday season (Season All)
1/4 cup Jack Daniels barbeque sauce
2 tablespoons Worcester sauce
1 egg
1 cup couscous/bread crumbs
Mix all the ingredients in a large bowl. Form into patties, huge ones and allow to marinate in the refrigerator for four hours before cooking on the grill/barbeque (overnight is even better). Make sure the flame is not too high, so they don’t burn, but that’s usually a man-thing.
Jill nibbled on pretzels as the three women giggled and laughed. This it seemed was another tradition. A sexy shopping trip to end all shopping trips. She was just glad that they had separated once they got to the mall. She blushed at the contents of the purple and gold bag on the floor next to her.
As if reading her mind, Simone lifted her pink and silver one, “Show and tell time, ladies.”
Jill was glad that Trisha moaned alongside her. At least she would have an ally, but from the willful and determined look on her best friend’s face, it would be a futile fight. “Come on, Simone,” pleaded the stunning red-head that looked out of place in their curvy women’s club. But the only response she got was a staredown.
“I’ll go first,” Simone offered. “Rule is just one item, but it has to be your wildest purchase.”
Jill fought back another wave of nausea at her words. “You sure you’re feeling better, sugar?” Trisha placed her perfectly manicured hand over hers on the table.
She nodded, but the action only made the situation worse. “I’ll be fine. The doctor said these things could take a few days to clear up.”
“You went to the doctor?” Simone asked.
“No, what would be the point? It’s the food poisoning that Bel had.”
“How do you know that if you haven’t seen him?” asked Trisha. “I mean, you don’t have a fever or diarrhea. And this is lasting way longer. What is it, five days? Six now?”
“I haven’t thrown up in two days, though. I was reading up on these things on the internet. It said that everybody is different. Maybe, since I have a milder case, it is just taking longer to work its way out of my system?”
“Or it isn’t food poisoning at all?” Trisha giggled, “Have you thought it could be morning sickness?”
Jill went even paler at her friend’s words, “This is anything except ‘morning’ sickness. I feel great in the morning. It’s the afternoons I have to worry about. Besides I’m forty-five years old, do you know the odds of me getting pregnant?”
She regretted her rash words the moment that she saw Simone’s face. The hurt look was like slamming the car door on your own hand. She reached across the table and covered her friend’s chunky hand. “I didn’t mean…You are not forty-five.”
Simone forced a smile, “I know what you meant. But Trisha has a point, sweetie. Fertility might decrease after forty, but that is not birth control. If you aren’t feeling better in a couple of days, I think you should see the doctor. Just to be sure.”
Jill rolled her eyes, “Come on, you two.”
Their conversation was making her more than a little uncomfortable. It was something she had not even considered. Sure, she and Daniel had never really taken any precautions. Hell, worse yet, they had never even discussed it. Except perhaps for his erotic fantasy at the lake, she blushed more at the memory.
She frowned as she thought about it. Pregnant? As unlikely as it was, she could not stop her heart from racing a bit. Another baby. Daniel’s baby. Their baby. Her throat tightened, and she fought back the moisture that threatened her vision. She drew a deep breath and forced her mind back from that path. Like she told them, at forty-five, the odds were most definitely against her conceiving. Seriously against it. What would be the point of getting her hopes up? It was not worth thinking about, let alone talking about with these two.
Desperate to change the subject, she took up her friend’s earlier challenge, “Alright, Simone. Show us your worst. Or do I go first?”
Trisha moaned, “Not you too.”
Simone smiled and pulled something from the bag. In one hand she held a small black box with an array of mechanical buttons. In the other, she held a string of shimmering pink pearlescent beads.
“What the hell is that?” demanded Trisha.
Jill chuckled, knowing exactly what her friend held in her hand. The two women responded almost simultaneously, “Butt beads.”
Simone pushed a button on the black box, and there was a soft buzzing sound, “Vibrating butt beads.”
The redhead drew back and shivered, “That’s disgusting. Ain’t nothing going near my ass.”
Simone winked at Jill, “You don’t know what you’re missing, sweet cheeks. Alright, Jill, your turn.”
Jill hesitated; the contents of her bag were shocking. She was still not sure if she would find the courage to use any of it. It had been almost eight years since she had released that side of her. She smiled at those memories.
But despite the battle with this stomach bug, things had never been better between them. That day by the pool, and in the water, had freed something in her mind. Something she feared was dead. She loved the feeling of making love with Daniel naked. Oh, she still got shy at moments, but he either teased her through it or just pushed down her walls.
He even seemed to enjoy some of her wilder and more wanton ways. Her potty mouth especially seemed to drive Daniel to newer and higher levels of passion. Her pleas for him to ‘fuck me hard’ always met with moans and compliance. But this was so much beyond all that.
“Come on, girlfriend. Give it up,” Simone demanded, pulling Jill back from her thoughts.
She lifted the bag and peeked inside. The bottles and tubes of oils and lubes, the leather bustier, the blindfold, or the riding crop. She was glad now there had not been a hardware store in the mall. Rope might have won out as the kinkiest. Instead, she slowly drew the red riding crop from the bag and laid it on the table.
Trisha’s eyes flew open, her red lips forming a perfect O. Simone laughed, “Wow, girlfriend, props to you. I’m not sure even I would trust Samuel with something that dangerous-looking in his hand.”
Jill smiled at the stunned look on her friends’ faces when she replied, “Who says it’s for Daniel to use on me?”
Daniel watched Britney and Ashley double team poor T.J.
“Hey, man, that ain’t fair?” complained Travis. “There are two of them.”
Samuel chuckled, “Hey, give him another twenty years. Bet he won’t be complaining then?” He winked at his friends as they shared babysitting duties. “Any bets about what the girls bring home?”
Daniel shook his head, and Travis turned away, but Samuel was not to be deterred. “Come on, guys. You know you love these little shopping trips as much as I do,” raising his beer to Daniel, “Or you damned well will after this, I bet.”
Daniel flipped a burger on the grill and tried not to get drawn into the conversation. “So, Travis, any progress on changing Trisha’s mind about another one?”
A dark look crossed his friend’s face. It was not the first time that Daniel had seen the change in the man. “Not so sure I want to anymore,” was his only response.
Samuel frowned, “I thought you were dying for a little girl to add to your family.”
“Yeah, well, sometimes things change.” He lifted the almost full bottle of beer and drained it quickly.
Daniel stared at Samuel before speaking. “You know we’re here if you want to talk about anything.”
Samuel slapped the man on his back, “Hell, I’m here even you don’t. Just ask the strong, silent one over there.”
Travis stared at the ground. The toe of his cowboy boot toyed with a dandelion as he seemed to consider his words. Finally, after a moment of uncomfortable silence, he finally spoke, “What the hell. I needed to find a way to bring this up anyway. I have a favor to ask you guys. Well, not you guys, but I need your wives’ help on something.”
“You know Simone is up for anything. What is it? A fertility potion? Some aphrodisiac? You name it, buddy.”
The man shook his head, solemnly, “Nah, nothing like that.”
Daniel saw the red stain spread across his friend’s pale, freckled skin. He recognized his discomfort, empathized with it. “You know you can trust us, man. Whatever it is, we’re there for one another.”
The man looked up and nodded. “This ain’t easy to ask, but can you ask Jill and Simone to keep an eye out on Trisha?”
“Trav, you know those three are thick as thieves. I don’t think you have to worry about her,” Samuel replied.
The man shook his head, “Not like that. I mean, watch her,” he hemmed and hawed as if searching for the right words.
Daniel felt the stabbing pain in his gut. This would be the first deployment in almost fourteen years that he did not feel that kind of worry and anxiety. He reached out a hand and placed it on the younger man’s shoulder. “I understand.”
Trav forced a weak smile as he reached for another bottle of beer. Samuel studied the two men, quickly catching the meaning of what was transpiring around him. He cleared his throat, “Sure, man. I’ll ask Simone to check in on her.”
Daniel scooped several burgers and hot dogs off the grill to the plate on the table next to him. “I mean it. If you need to talk, I’m here. You know, I understand. Better than I want to admit.”
“Yeah, man, I know, but things are going good for you now. I don’t want to bring up old shit.”
“I know, but if I can help, then it’s all good.”
Travis looked over at his son playing in the wading pool with the twin girls. “Last time I was away, she cheated.”
“What? How do you know?” asked Samuel.
“She told me herself. When I came home.” He paused, studied the ground a bit more before continuing, “I knew things weren’t right, but it was just suspicions. I wasn’t even sure what it was. Then a couple of weeks later, she started crying and babbling about how sorry she was. It all came out.”
Daniel breathed through the shared pain. “But the fact that she told you herself. Begged you to forgive her. That’s got to mean something, right?” Rachel had certainly never made any such apologies, almost flaunting her affairs with her hints and accusations.
“Maybe it would if…”
“If what?” asked Samuel.
“It’s not just that she had an affair. It’s who she had it with,” Travis brought the new bottle of beer to his lips and again drained it in less than a minute. His friends did not press, knowing he would reveal all in his own time.
“Clay. Trisha fucked Clay Dodd,” he swore loudly. “I used to think of him as a friend, you know? And he screwed my wife while I was gone. How fucked is that shit, man?” He reached for a third bottle of beer from the cooler at his feet.
“Oh, and it gets better. The bastard is still trying to get me to quit the Navy and come to work for his daddy. Can you believe that? The little son of a bitch has balls; I’ll give him that much.”
Daniel felt the knife to his own heart, remembering the other man’s taunts. His virtual admission that he had been Rachel’s lover. Now, this? He felt raw as he remembered the way that man had looked at Jill as she walked down the hall carrying the babies.
But before his mind could travel further down that dark pathway, his cell phone rang. He picked it up, smiling despite himself when he saw that it was his wife. “Hey, sweetheart,” but his smile quickly faded at her words. “I’ll be right there.”
Jill stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she patted her face. Splashing the water on it had helped. The worst of this latest round of nausea had passed. She looked at the woman in the mirror more closely.
A spider’s web of fine lines spread out from the corner of her eyes. Deeper lines marked her forehead and around her mouth. Although she might not look her age, she was no longer a young woman. The thousands of grey hairs that interspersed with her blond ones were a testament to that.
Trisha was silly. Pregnancy was the least of her worries. Not that it would be a worry. More like wishful thinking. She touched her abdomen for a moment before she shook her head. “Stop being ridiculous, Jill. You’re old enough to be a grandmother for god’s sake.” She whispered to her reflection as she turned towards the door.
What she saw when she opened it sent those warning bells clanging in her mind, and her stomach on another roller coaster ride. A few yards down the hall, a tall, husky man with blond hair had Trisha pinned against the opposite wall. His hand squeezed her upper arm as he spoke in a low whisper. Tears streamed down her friend’s cheeks as she whimpered softly.
Jill did not hesitate. Plastering a smile on her face, she walked defiantly across the short distance. “No need to come looking for me, Trisha,” she approached the pair. She sucked in her breath as the man turned to face her. “Mister Dodd,” she responded to his bold gaze stiffly.
The man cleared his throat, “I was just talking to Trisha here about my father’s generous employment offer. Hoping I could convince you ladies to have more sense than those pigheaded husbands of yours. What do you say, Missus Monroe? Have you given any more thought about what we spoke a few weeks ago?”
“As I said then, Mister Dodd, I support my husband’s decision.”
His laughter echoed off the cinder block and glass walls. “The perfect little submissive wife, aren’t we, Jill?”
She smiled secretively, thinking of the stash of items in her shopping bags. “I hardly think so, Mister Dodd. Simply a wise one.” Turning to Trish, “We should head back.”
Her friend brushed the tear stains from her face with the back of her hands. She nodded and tried to pull her arm out of his grasp. She winced as it broke free.
Jill walked to her side, placing herself between Trisha and Clay. “I can’t say it’s been a pleasure, Mister Dodd, but as always, it was certainly interesting.”
He returned her bold stare, “You have no idea how interesting I can be, Missus Monroe.”
Taking the other woman more gently by the arm, she led her away. “I hope I never have reason to find out.”
His laughter followed them down the hall. “I’m sure you will. One day soon. Very soon,” he pushed past them in the narrow corridor.
The moment that he was gone, Trisha collapsed against the wall in tears. Jill wrapped her arms about her and rubbed her back as she waited for the sobs to cease. She murmured soothing words like she would for the babies. They stood like that in the hall for several moments.
Jill kept her back to the passing people, offering her friend what privacy she could. “He’s gone now. Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure it ain’t all that bad,” she lied. Knowing that man even the little that she did, it was that bad and then some.
“You don’t understand. He says that if I don’t convince Travis to quit and come to work for Storm Breakers, he will tell him everything,” Trisha sobbed harder.
“What do you mean everything?”
Her friend wiped her trembling hand across her eyes once more. “We had an affair,” she whispered.
Jill sucked in her breath, “I see.”
“I told Trav about it when he came back. I begged him to forgive me. But he wouldn’t drop it. Said he would walk unless I told him who.” She sighed heavily, “But that only made it worse. The fact that Clay was his friend. It made it more unforgivable.”
“I understand.”
“Now he says that if I don’t get Trav to quit after this tour, he’ll lie, tell him that we still see one another.” She shook her head, “Who knows, maybe it’s for the best? Trav is never going to forgive me anyway.”
“I was glad you got sick before because the only thing in my bags is toys for T.J.” The younger woman stared at the tiles on the floor. Her voice broke as she finished, “Truth is his daddy ain’t been interested in playing since I told him about the affair.”
Jill wrapped her arms about her friend, “I’m sorry, sweetie. What you did wasn’t right, I think you know that. But if Travis wants to stay married, even for his son’s sake, then he needs to meet you halfway. You want me to have Daniel talk to him?”
“Nay, I shouldn’t have said anything to you. This is between me and Travis. We’ll work it out. One way or the other.”
Jill was about to argue, convince the woman to fight for her marriage when Simone came running around the corner. Half a dozen bags swung wildly in her arms as she teetered from side to side. Althea was right behind her mother, trembling with massive tears running down her face.
“Come on, girl. We have to go,” screamed Simone.
That feeling ate at her gut once more, gnawed like a maggot on rotting flesh. “Where’s Jess? Althea, where is she?”
Althea sobbed as her mother stopped in front of the women. Taking Jill’s hands in hers, she answered, “There’s been an accident. She’s hurt.”
“Hurt? How bad?”
“I don’t know. She fell down the stairs. I tried to help, but the security guard kept pushing me away. When Jess came to, she told me to get you. I think the guard called for an ambulance or something.”
“Where? Where is she?” Jill pushed past them, heading down the hall without knowing which direction to take.
Daniel rushed into the emergency room once more. He shook his head at the sense of déjà vu. It had been barely more than a week since they had been here with Bel and now this. He looked around for any sign of them. Seeing a nurse, “Excuse me. My daughter’s been in an accident. Monroe, Jessica Monroe?”
The woman nodded and led him towards the locked double doors. Swiping her security card, she held the door open and pointed, “Third curtain on your left.”
“Thank you.” When he pulled the curtain back, Jill was sitting on a chair by the bed. Her hands covered her face, and he saw her shoulders trembling a bit. He walked over to her and knelt. “Where’s Jess?”
She looked up, and her green eyes were swimming in tears. She threw her arms about his neck, “Oh Daniel,” she cried as she buried her face against his neck.
He patted her back, “Where is Jess?”
She whimpered a final time, “They took her to x-ray. She didn’t want me to come with her.”
If Jess was stubborn enough to refuse Jill’s care, then things could not be that bad. “How bad is it? Have the doctors said anything?”
Jill drew a deep breath and pulled out of his arms. “Her arm is broken, that is for sure. A compound fracture. But what they are most worried about is head injuries. She lost consciousness for a bit, so they want to do CT scans to make sure that there is nothing serious. That’s where she is now.”
“So, what happened? Jess isn’t the type to just fall like this.”
“Someone pushed her,” she replied.
“Pushed her? Why?”
“I don’t know. They were in a hurry, I suppose. But someone shoved her, and she lost her balance, pretty close to the top of the stairs too. The security guard said she fell a good twelve to fifteen feet, maybe more.” She started crying again, “I’m sorry. I should have been there. Shouldn’t have let her and Althea wander all over the mall.”
“Don’t be silly. She isn’t Bel or Britney and Ashley. Wandering around the mall alone is what teenagers do. This isn’t your fault. It’s an accident.”
The curtain pushed back further, and an orderly wheeled Jess into the tiny cubicle. Her arm was wrapped in a bandage, and there was a big bump on her forehead, but otherwise, she looked the same.
He released Jill and went to his daughter, “Hey, Jess, how are you feeling?”
She nodded her head and then winced, “I’m alright, Dad.” She climbed into the hospital bed, “But you’re wrong. This was no accident. Someone pushed me.”
“Sure, that’s what Jill said. That someone bumped into you, and you lost your balance.”
The girl shook her head, “No, Dad, not just bumped into me. They shoved me. I grabbed onto the railing and thought I was going to be okay, but then they put their hands on my back and pushed harder. Maybe the first time was an accident, but pushing me twice? That’s no accident.”
“Jess, you took a pretty bad fall. You sure you remember it all correctly?”
“I bet you wouldn’t doubt anything she said,” she screamed, pointing at Jill.
“I didn’t say I don’t believe you, Jess. It is just that sometimes when things happen fast, our memories can be fuzzy.”
“There was nothing fuzzy about it. He pushed me. Twice.”
“He? You saw the person?”
“It happened too fast. But he was tall, not as tall as you, daddy, but at least six feet. And big too, or at least his hands were when he pushed me. I tried to turn around, but I lost my balance again and fell. All I saw was a grey hoodie.”
Daniel sat on the bed next to his daughter. “Did you tell this to the security guard?”
“Yeah, but he didn’t believe me either.”
“I did not say that I don’t believe you, Jess. But it just doesn’t make sense. Why would anyone want to hurt you?” His mind searched for those answers as he saw his daughter and wife do the same in silence.
“I don’t know, maybe somebody from one of the other soccer teams? We have that big tournament coming up. And I was the team’s best player,” she held up her bandaged arm. “I was until this anyway.”
“Then they messed up, sweetie, because a broken arm won’t stop you from playing soccer. You don’t need your arms.”
The girl looked at Jill and frowned, “Maybe.”
Daniel shook his head, “I know those sorts of things happen, but still.”
He would prefer his daughter’s explanation to his own. Had his security been compromised? It was always a possibility. If a terrorist cell or even some of the more militant war protesters discovered even one of their identities, then they and their families all became targets. It was why Operational Security was always tight, especially this close to being deployed. He would check with command.
He smiled at his daughter and wife, “I left Travis and Samuel with three toddlers and a Barbie princess, so if you, ladies, will excuse me, I’m going to step out and make a quick call. Make sure that the enemy has not worn down my best men.”
He could see the disappointment on his daughter’s face. He bent and kissed her forehead, careful to avoid the nasty bump. “Jess, I’ll look into this. I promise you, sweetheart.”
“Sure, dad, whatever.”
Jill stood up as he pushed back the curtain. “Wait, I’ll walk with you for a bit. I need to find a loo anyway.”
“A restroom,” he smiled.
He could see tiredness and the effects of her recent illness on her face. Dark circles reflected the green depths of her eyes. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and protect her, make it all better, but he knew he could not. ‘Lousy husband,’ ‘murderer,’ echoed like the refrain of lousy elevator music in his mind. He forced a smile before he turned back towards his daughter. “You sure you’ll be alright by yourself?”
Her face showed that it was the wrong thing to say even before she opened her smart mouth. “Yeah, I’m not Bel or the babies. I can take care of myself.”
He bit his tongue to stop the retort, ‘So, why are we sitting in a hospital.’ But if what she said was true, if someone had pushed her, then things could have been much worse. Her quick wits to grab the railing very likely saved her life or, at the very least, minimized the damage from her mystery assailant.
“Alright, honey. One of us will be back in a couple of minutes.”
They walked out of the tiny cubicle together. They had just stepped through the locked double doors when he felt Jill’s hand on his arm.
“Daniel, I didn’t want to say anything in front of Jess, but do you think this could have anything to do with Heather Thomas’s custody suit? I know that you won, but still, maybe she thinks if something happened to one of the girls, the judge might change his mind. Decide, we weren’t fit.”
It was another possibility that he had not even considered. “I suppose, but I doubt it. The woman is like her sister, a short attention span. I’m sure she has moved on to summers in the Hamptons,” he tried to joke, “the rich ones, not poor little Hampton Roads round here.”
“I think it was more a publicity stunt, to begin with. I don’t think she ever really wanted to be saddled with four little girls to raise. Although I’m sure, she wouldn’t have. She would have hired a string of nannies,” he blushed as he remembered his determination to hire one.
He still hated to admit it, but his mother and Simone had been right. Jill was so much more than any professional could have been to his daughters. Of course, that did not even begin to scratch the surface of what the woman meant to him, but now was not the time to think about that. “Let me make a couple of calls. Check on the girls.”
“More like check on Samuel and Trav. And see if your security has been compromised, I’m sure.”
His eyes brows shot up. How had she known that was the real purpose of this little break? His wife never failed to amaze him. He bent and brushed a soft kiss across her lips, “Go find your restroom, sweetheart. After the doctor comes in with his report, I’ll take you home. It’s my turn to take hospital duty this time, Missus Monroe.”
“I’d argue the point, commander, but I think Jess would prefer having her daddy.”
He brushed his finger down her cheek, “You better not let her hear you call her a daddy’s girl. Besides you need your rest, you’re still recovering from the food poisoning. You are still feeling better, right?”
“Mostly. I haven’t been sick in a couple of days, but still, have bouts of nausea.”
“You sure it’s the same thing Bel had? She was over it so quickly.”
“Yeah, I looked it up on the internet the other day. It said that sometimes it could take days or even weeks for it to go completely away.”
“Still, why don’t you have the doctor look you over while we’re here?”
She shook her head, “I’m fine, Daniel. Or I will be in a couple more days.”
Her words hit him in the gut like a sucker punch. ‘A couple more days’ was all he had with his family. After almost a year grounded at home while his team went into the field and trained, he should be ecstatic about it.
Instead, all he felt was reluctance. Bel had been sick, then Jill, and now Jess was injured. He wondered if this was such a good idea, after all, perhaps he was pushing things. Maybe he should give Jill and the girls a bit more time to adjust before he went back. “Maybe I should speak to command about…”
Jill put her fingers over his lips, “No. Don’t even say it. I know you want to go back on active duty. Hell, that was the whole idea behind this arrangement. So don’t even mention it. I’ve spent most of my life managing our family while David was on one deployment or another.”
“I might be a bit rusty after seven years, but I know my job. Food poisoning, broken arms, burst pipes, sprains, overdue bills, you name it. I can and will handle it. You do what you need to do, commander. The girls and I will be fine.” She held out her other hand, “You have my word on it.”
Instead of taking her extended hand, he wrapped his arm about her waist, “I have a better way of sealing the deal, Missus Monroe.”
He brushed a kiss across her lips. The fire ignited in his gut at even the casual contact. Would he ever get enough of this woman? It was a question that haunted him day and night.
He sighed and pulled away reluctantly. “Go find your restroom, sweetheart. If one of us doesn’t get back in there soon, the girl will probably drive the nurses nuts.”
“I’d be more worried about the looks she keeps giving the doctor if I were you, commander.”
“Don’t even go there,” he swatted her bottom. “Scoot and go play chaperone before I have to pull rank on the poor lieutenant and have a nice grey-haired old man take over the case.”
“You can’t keep her a child forever. She’s going to start noticing boys her age soon. Then things get way more complicated than puppy dog eyes and flirting with men she knows she can’t have.”
“That’s when I remind them I know a hundred ways to kill them with my bare hands.”
“A hundred?”
“More or less, yes. But don’t you worry about it, I have other things in mind with you and my bare hands.” He blushed as he felt his cock harden in his jeans at the image of her round bottom propped up on the pillow. His palms itched, and he could not resist another playful swat at it. “Go, or I swear we’re going to end up in a compromising position in the janitor’s closet.”
Jill laughed as she walked away, “Naughty boys like you get into trouble sometimes, commander. Big trouble.”
He shook his head and laughed, “Promises, promises, Missus Monroe.”
Jill paced their bedroom, listening for any sound. She had sent Daniel to check on the girls and grab a quick shower. It was their last night together for who knew how long. And she wanted to make it special, very special.
Their bed had seemed lonely last night while he slept in a chair at the hospital with Jess. But after the one night of observation, the doctors let Jess come home. Of course, her arm was in a cast, and she had a nasty knot on her forehead, but they were lucky once again. It could have been so much worse; Jill shivered at the thought.
Trying to put it all aside and focus upon this night, she walked over to the dresser. Jill bit her lower lip as she studied her reflection in the mirror on top of it. She sucked in her breath and held it. Mistress J stared back at her. It had been so long. Too long since the women had met.
Her bare breasts jutted from between the triangular straps that held up her black leather corset. It was laced up the back with leather straps, but four metal buckles in front added to the look. Her black lace fishnet stockings were just visible above her thigh-high black leather boots.
She knew that she did not have long. Daniel would be back any minute. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her mouth was dry, and the palms of her hands sweaty. This was risky, very risky. But the naked freedom she had felt with her husband since their run-in at the cabin was only part of it. It was not just her body that she had feared to expose to him, but her sexual nature. This side of herself, Mistress J.
The problem was that over the past few days, the vixen had increasingly been slipping out. Demanding to come out and play. When Simone had whisked her away on Saturday afternoon for another of their ‘traditions,’ the special shopping trip for going away presents for their husbands, she had broken free. The riding crop that she had shown Simone and Trisha that afternoon was just the beginning of her purchases. But what if it was too much?
She heard the shower turn off and shook her head. “Too late now. In for an ounce, in for a pound,” she assured the woman in the mirror. She turned back to the bed and ran her hands under her pillow to be sure the rest of her things were tucked safely beneath it. Of course, she might not use any of them. She would wait and see her husband’s reaction. She picked up the rope that lay at the foot of the bed. Closing her eyes, she drew in a couple of cleansing breaths as she heard him padding barefoot down the hall.
Daniel opened the door to their room, expecting another of his wife’s sexy lingerie numbers. But his mouth dropped open, and he forgot to breathe at what he saw there. His eyes traveled slowly up her lush body from the pointy toes of high heeled leather boots that ended mid-thigh to the fishnet stockings that peeked out of the top of them. The stockings were held up by garters suspended from the most devilish thing he had ever seen. Black leather and metal encased his wife’s mid-section.
He admired how the damned thing showcased her full tits. The bottom of it formed a sort of shelf bra that lifted her flesh and made him ache to hold her tits. On each side, two thin leather straps attached with metal loops, coming together at the top of her breast. These connected to a larger metal loop and slightly wider piece of leather that wound around her neck, holding it all up.
“Holy fuck,” was all he could find to say as he took in the sight of her standing at the foot of their bed.
That was when he noticed that she held a length of rope in her right hand while slapping it lightly into her left hand. His eyes brows lifted, and his smile deepened when he saw that. His wife tied up and at his tender mercies. It was a surprise he would definitely enjoy. Some traditions were worth keeping.
He dropped the towel and walked towards her. He stopped immediately at the steely resolve as she purred, “On your knees.”
His eyebrows arched, “What, Jill?”
She gritted her teeth and threw back her head. Her hair danced about her bare shoulders. “Mistress J to you. And you need to learn some respect.”
His eyes flew open at the command. He paused naked just inside their doorway. This was not what he expected, but there was no denying his body’s reaction to it. From the moment he had stepped into the room, his cock had been on full alert, but it throbbed almost painfully at this new turn of events.
“Shut the door and get on your knees,” she slapped the rope even harder against her palm.
Daniel considered his options. The gorgeous creature before him bore little resemblance to his normally sedate wife. But damn, did she do something to his blood. It was boiling just beneath the surface. He drew in a deep breath and turned to close the door.
He had to find out more. Had to taste this Mistress J, he needed to learn this woman as he was still learning Jill. He fell to his knees at the foot of their bed. He looked up at her and waited. He felt the sting of the rope across his shoulder.
“Did I give you permission to look at me?”
The blow had barely registered, but if this was the way the night was going, did he want to do this? The ache in his balls answered his mind’s stupid question. He lowered his eyes.
“No, Jill,” his response was followed by another sting of the rope against his shoulder. He looked up again, a move that was followed by another blow.
“I did not give you permission to look at me. And you will address me as Mistress J.”
His mind renewed its battle with his cock, but he dropped his head at the sound of authority in her voice. His training made it almost automatic on some level, even as his another part of his brain ran through options, scenarios.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her kneel next to him. “Poseidon, the safeword is Poseidon,” she whispered against his ear.
“Safeword?”
“These little games are only fun if we both enjoy it. If things go too far, if anything makes you uncomfortable… Well, really uncomfortable, all you have to do is say Poseidon, and it stops. My word.”
He nodded and sighed, “Alright, I guess.”
She brushed a light kiss across his lips, “Good boy.”
His cock twitched at those words, but his heart raced, and alarm bells went off in his head as he felt her hands gather his. She wrapped the rope that she had been holding about his wrists. On the one hand, she could not use the rope as a whip if it was wrapped around his wrists. He felt her tie off the knots and tested the bonds. He smiled, not bad. Not bad at all. He could get out, of course, and that was the only thing that kept him from calling an end to this little game right there and then.
When he saw her reach for the silk scarf at the foot of the bed, his apprehension increased. He tested the bonds once more as she wrapped it around his face, blocking his vision. It was not the first time that he had been bound and blindfolded. He regularly trained in such things, and he knew on an intellectual level he could handle the situation. And on a sexual level? He could not deny that his body was turned on by it all.
He heard her moving about the room. Used his other senses as he had trained to locate the enemy. Except this was not the enemy. It was his wife, well, sort of anyway. That knowledge and Poseidon kept him kneeling at the foot of their bed, waiting for further instructions.
He heard her get on the bed; then, it was silent for several moments. “Alright, commander, let’s see just how good you are,” came that deep throaty voice that twisted his guts into knots and had his balls aching for the past five minutes.
“Crawl to me. I want you to show me how much you want to fuck this sweet pussy by worshiping my body. Start with kissing my boots and work your way up. I think you know what I mean. And if you don’t?” She paused, “Well, disobedience will be punished.”
Daniel nodded his head and homed in on her location using the sound of her voice. With his arms tied behind his back and the blindfold, it was slow going. When he reached the bed, he could tell that his wife was laying back, her legs spread wide. He gave a half-smile. It was the same position he would have used the rope to tie her into, so things could not be that bad. This order was undoubtedly one he did not mind following.
He located a booted foot and kissed the toe. He worked his way upwards, but the leather was not what he wanted to taste. When he reached her lace-covered upper thigh, he began to lick softly. He could feel her breathing getting faster. It was the only sign that his ministrations were having any effect on her. It was frustrating; he missed his wife’s soft moans and whimpers. He sucked softly at her inner thigh, determined to get a reaction out of her.
“Not half bad, now the other foot, commander.” It was not the reaction he had been hoping for.
He tested the bonds and slipped them just a bit looser. He did, though, turn his attention to her right leg, repeating the process. When he reached her upper thigh, he began to alternate, kissing, licking, and sucking first one leg and then the other.
She might refuse to give into whimpers and moans, denying him that auditory satisfaction, but this time it was not only her quickened breathing that told him his efforts were pleasing his wife. Her smell filled him. As much as she might fight it, there was no denying that she wanted him.
“Do you need to be told what to do now, commander?”
He smiled as he nipped playfully at the tender skin of her inner thigh. “I did not want to presume. Did not want to displease you, Mistress J,” he tried hard to keep the ‘teasing’ out of his voice.
“I heard that impudence,” she barked. “Would you like to start at the soles of the boots this time, commander?”
“No, Mistress.” Daniel nibbled at her other thigh, “Is that what you want?”
“I want you to learn some manners. Try asking nicely. Please, Mistress J, can I eat your sweet pussy?”
Daniel froze. He swore if he moved at all at that moment, he would come on the spot. Her commanding voice, her nasty words alone were enough to send him into orgasm. He tried to force air through his tight throat. He willed his throbbing cock to hold out, just long enough to do what she demanded. He needed to taste her. Finally, he managed to regain enough control to whisper, “Please, Mistress, can I eat your sweet pussy?”
“What was that? I thought I heard something, but I could not be sure.”
“Please, Mistress J, may I eat your sweet pussy?” he repeated a bit louder.
“That’s pretty good, commander. Yes, you may. Since you asked so nicely,” her hands came up and laced through his hair, caressed his scalp. It was the first time that night she had touched him, and as innocent as it was, it forced him to fight for control once more. His mind might be a reluctant participant in these little games, but his cock was more than willing.
Her hands increased the pressure on his head, guiding, no, forcing it between her spread legs. It was unnecessary. He had spent several long minutes that felt more like a lifetime without the benefit of sight or even the satisfaction of certain sounds. He had reveled in her smell until every fiber of his being begged and pleaded to taste her cream once more. He did just that, diving his tongue deep in her tight pussy. Licking at the salty sweetness like a kitten at a bowl of milk.
“Oh, yes,” he was rewarded at last with the sound of his mate’s pleasure. “That’s a good boy; tongue fuck my cunt, Daniel.”
He redoubled his efforts, her words burning inside his mind like a torch to lead the way. What was wrong with him? The more demanding his wife became, the dirtier she talked, the more he loved it. His mind was torn to shreds at the dissonances. It simply made no sense, but now was not the time for deep thoughts.
As her juices flooded his mouth, he licked softly at the opening before redirecting his attention upwards. His tongue found her clitoris. Its throbbing told him far more than even her moans could. His wife was enjoying this little game as much as he was. He suckled on the little button and was rewarded with another of those soft moans.
“Not yet,” she ordered. “Scoot over here. I want to play with that hard cock while you eat my pussy.”
Daniel wanted to argue. He feared that he would not last two minutes with her soft hands or warm mouth torturing the little traitor that had gotten him into this situation. But kneeling as he was between her open thighs, his tongue just a centimeter from her swollen clitoris, the smell of her desire overpowered his common sense, he had no choice but to obey this command as well.
He shifted his body, aligned them so that he was on top, his cock as close to her face as he was to her dripping wet pussy. “Like this, Mistress?” he offered, perhaps a tad too sweetly.
“Fuck,” he cursed when he felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock. His heart was pounding so hard that it drowned out all thoughts. Then she released it so quickly that he could not stop his whimper.
“Did I tell you to stop, commander?” Her hand slapped softly at the throbbing flesh between his legs, “If he is so powerful that he makes you forget your duties, maybe he does not deserve my attention.”
Daniel blew softly at her swollen flesh as he tried to force his brain to process it all. “No, Mistress,” he pleaded. His head dropping once more as his tongue and teeth went back to work on her clitoris.
She sighed as she arched her hips against his face, “That’s better. Eat that pussy, Daniel. If you make me come, I might even allow you to fuck me later. But only if you make me come so hard I squirt all over that handsome face of yours. You have to drink it all down, too.”
Daniel swore he was losing his mind. Fuck torture training, this was way worse than anything they had ever thrown at him, worse than anything the enemy could. His wife, his sweet little wife, had transformed into this sexual siren that was driving him utterly insane with her commands and taunts. Each one was dirtier and kinkier than the last. And he wanted them all, actually was fucking getting off to this shit. He feared for his sanity if the games did not end soon.
He loosened the bonds a bit more as his tongue worked the nub of her womanhood. He heard her whimper, but before it could turn into a full moan, she stuffed his cock back into that sweet mouth. He felt her response down the length of his cock as she finally released the sounds she had been holding inside, denying him. She moaned and whimpered silently around his flesh. It only added to the torture.
He remembered the earlier warning, this time fighting back his own needs, focusing on hers. He licked and sucked at her clitoris, matching his tempo instinctively to hers. He moaned around her flesh as she released his cock once more. He was just about to protest when he felt her shift beneath him just a bit. Her hands replaced her mouth on his wet cock, and her tongue found his balls.
“Fuck,” he murmured against her mound as she took one inside her mouth, her tongue twirling around it as he felt it tightening, drawback, aching even more with the mindless need to come. Come in his wife’s soft hands.
He fought his body, forced his mind to focus on the task at hand. He knew he was not going to last long. Not with his wife’s sweet lips around his nuts. But he wanted her with him. He might be tied up, blindfolded, but when he came, he did not want to be alone in the pleasure. He wanted her with him, equals and partners in pleasure.
He worked her button harder with his tongue and teeth as he felt her release his ball, turning her attention to the other one. It was frustrating not having his fingers to help him, to push her higher. Massage her g-spot. Drive her as crazy as she was him. She released his sac with a loud plop. He was confident she would return to sucking his engorged cock, finish him off before he had the chance to finish her.
His eyes practically popped out of his head as he felt her tongue travel not back down his shaft but up towards his ass. He tried to raise his head, protest, but her hips slammed against his face, muffling his cry.
Then he felt her tongue swirling around his asshole, and all protest faded. Fuck, it should not feel that fucking amazing. But it did and then some. His cock throbbed and hung heavy against her chest. He moved his hips, trying to rub it against her soft tits, seeking the release that was so fucking close. But his movements only brought his ass closer to her face.
They were a writhing, moaning mess of tangled limbs. His face buried even deeper between her legs to stifle the moans he did not want her to hear. Her face buried between the cheeks of his ass, doing things he had never dreamed of, but discovered his tortured body loved. He felt her blow across his opening and practically jumped at this new sensation.
“Follow my lead, commander,” he heard her voice from somewhere far away. “Use your tongue on my clit just like I do on this sweet ass,” his mind was fracturing, and he knew it. Was powerless to stop it. And would not even if he could.
He nodded against her wet cunt as he felt her tongue circling his tender flesh. He tried to focus, match her rhythm against her clitoris. He had just about mastered that task when he felt her push hers against his tender bud. “God damn it,” he moaned against her mound as his wife’s tongue fucked his ass.
He paused, trying to gain some control of the situation, of his own fucking body. Each time he thought he had adjusted, come to terms with what was happening, she changed the rules, pushed him a bit further. But he could not, would not stop it. He was coming to want this, need this, need her like the mad man he had become.
He breathed deeply and followed her lead, his tongue plunging deep inside her sopping wet pussy once more. He felt her tremble beneath him. He gloried in the fact that even like this, his wife could not deny her body’s reaction to his touch. He went mad at the simple, unconscious admission. His tongue fucked her as his cock ached to.
He whimpered as he felt her tongue retreat from his ass, but he could not stop to speak. He knew she was close, so fucking close and like her earlier taunts, he wanted nothing more than to drink every drop of her juices as she came on his tongue. He moaned as she trailed her tongue slowly along the sensitive flesh back to his balls. Her tongue swirled around each one, and he whimpered into her cunt when she did not suck either of them inside that sweet mouth.
He felt her shifting once more beneath him. Then her mouth was once more wrapped around the head of his cock, taking him deep, gobbling at his cock. Her hands, on his ass, guided his movements as she took even more of him inside the warm, wet depths. He knew he was going to come. He was utterly powerless under her control to stop it.
“God, Jill,” he moaned into her pussy. “Come with me, baby,” he pleaded as his tongue went to work on her clitoris once more. He felt her arching into his face once more as his balls drew up against his body. He could almost feel the come surging through them, racing to break free.
Then there was a new sensation. Something was once more pressed tight against his asshole. His mind fought through the fog. Her tongue was torturing the head of his cock. So, what the fuck was pushing deeper and deeper inside his ass?
Before he could make sense of it all, he felt the ultimate betrayal. His body trembled, his hips pounded against her face, which caused whatever it was to plunge deeper still within his bowels. He saw stars, whole fucking galaxies of them as his seed shot out of his cock, deep into his wife’s throat.
He moaned and whimpered against her clitoris as he felt her tense beneath him. It was the only warning he had as her release answered his, flooding his mouth with the honey he had worked so hard to draw forth. Their orgasm seemed to go on and on as he felt ‘it’ moving inside his ass.
The ropes slipped from his wrists onto the sheets as it slipped softly from his bottom. His head collapsed between his wife’s thighs as his mind fought his still hard cock for control of the situation. His heart was pounding out a drumbeat that drowned them both out. Until he felt the stinging blow to his ass cheek, he moved so quickly, and instinct took over.
In less than a heartbeat, he was looming over her. His hand wrapped about her wrist that held the riding crop high in the air. “What the fuck was that?”
“You didn’t say Poseidon,” she smiled up at him.
He laughed as he dropped her wrist, rolling to his side. She smiled, and for the first time in the past few hours, she sighed with relief. Mistress J had done her worst, and her husband was laughing. She curled up against his chest.
“I take it we’re still good?”
He wrapped his arm about her waist and drew her tighter against his body. He brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I’ll let you know when my head catches up to my cock. Shit, what was that? Fuck, Jill. That was wilder than most of the porn I read.”
“Then, I’m going to have to enlighten you to a few more interesting porn sites, too, it seems.”
His eyebrows arched, “You’re joking, right?”
She shook her head, “No, I’m not.” She bent and placed a tender kiss over his heart. She knew that they should have perhaps had this conversation before, but it was better late than never, she supposed. Looking deep into his blue eyes, “Did you not like it?”
“You know damned good and well, I can’t lie my way out of this one. Did it feel like I didn’t like it to you, Missus Monroe?” His fingers played with the metal loop near her shoulder, trailed softly down her skin to her hard nipple. When his fingers pinched at it, she moaned. “Or maybe I should say, Mistress J?”
He reached over and picked up the riding crop, “But what the fuck is this? My daddy won’t even allow these things used on the horses, let alone in the bedroom. I ought to turn your ass over and show you how it feels.”
Her heart raced faster at his words. “You can, you know.”
His brows furrowed at her words. “Are you serious, Jill? This thing could do real damage.”
“It might be a bit uncomfortable sitting down for a day or two, but no serious damage.”
He studied her face, “Seriously? I mean, what if I wanted to tie you up? Maybe not this nasty thing,” he tossed the whip across the room and drew her tighter against his body until she felt his hard cock pressing against her thighs. “What if I wanted to spank this sweet ass of yours until it was red?” his hands caressed her bottom.
“I’d say, what are you waiting for, commander?” She pressed tighter against him.
She watched indecision play across his face as he tried to pull from her arms. “No, I could hurt you,” he whispered.
“That’s why we have Poseidon, Daniel. If anything is too much, either of us can say the safe word.”
“What’s this safeword shit?”
“I really do have to educate you, don’t I, my sweet little farm boy?” She brushed another kiss over his heart. “I’d rather play than talk, but a safeword is a word…one you would not normally say that Doms and subs use when they play. It allows both to relax and enjoy the games knowing that it is safe. No one will get hurt, seriously anyway.”
She allowed her fingers to toy with his chest hairs. She smiled as she realized how comfortable she was getting with him. She laughed at the thought – comfortable did not touch what just happened.
“Want to share what’s so funny, sweetheart?”
“I was just thinking about how comfortable it is talking to you. I mean,” she blushed, “It’s not easy for most people to talk about these things. Even couples who have been married for years find it difficult to talk about their fantasies.” Jill frowned then as she remembered her introduction to these games.
He nodded and buried his head in her hair, kissing her neck. “I know. It was something that hit me from the beginning. I’ve never been able to talk to women. Not really.” He drew back and smiled down at her, “But not with you. From the very beginning, it was like I could talk with you about anything. You threw me for a loop, sweetheart.”
She frowned at his words. Well, most things. They rarely discussed ‘them’ – the ghosts in their marriage.
Daniel saw his wife frown, tears brimmed in those green eyes, making them greener still. “What is it? Why, sweetheart? What are you so fucking scared of? And why? It can’t be him. David. Not as much in love with him as you still are,” he sighed at his admission, hoping she could not hear the longing in his voice.
He lifted her chin, “Why, baby? Why were you so fucking afraid to be naked with me? Why did you feel you had to hide all this from me?”
He felt her trembling in his arms and hugged her tighter. She was silent for so long that he feared once again the questions would remain unanswered, a wall between them. Another one anyway. When she finally did speak, it was so low he had to bend his head just to hear.
“Declan was attending Goldsmiths College in London. I figured what the hell, thought a change of scenery might be good for us all. So, I moved all of us down there. Away from the memories, away from everything they had ever known.”
He watched the tears slip over the edge of her eyes, bent and kissed them away. He smiled as he remembered their dance after their wedding, her drunken question, ‘will you kiss away the pain,’ he wanted nothing more than to try.
He saw her smile weakly, “Anyway, I got a job, working as a chef in a mental health day center. It wasn’t a lot of money, but it helped and made me feel like I was doing something useful,” she frowned again.
“Then, I met him. He was the psychiatrist there, worked a couple of days a week. We started talking, then dating. He was so different from anyone I had known in a very long time. Cultured and educated. Always taking me to museums, the theater, and lectures. That part was nice.”
Silence hung like sides of beef; its pungent smell drifting from his daddy’s barn after a slaughter. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Daniel, please make love to me,” she pleaded as massive tears coasted down her cheeks.
He lifted her chin, forced her to meet his gaze. “Baby, you don’t know how much I want to do just that, but if I did, this would just keep growing in that pretty little mind of yours. Eating away at you like it has been all this time. Jill, trust me. Trust me like I did you earlier. Please?” He brushed one of the tears back with the pad of his thumb.
“Other things weren’t so good between us. We’d been together for six months before we even had sex. Then it was not that good.” She chuckled, “Alright, it was crappy. A couple of sloppy wet kisses and fumbling in the dark. But I thought it would get better. David had been the only other man I had been with, so I thought maybe I was not fair, not giving him a chance.”
“Yeah, bad sex doesn’t get any better. Trust me; I had almost fourteen years of it.”
“Well, I didn’t know that. So, when he asked me to marry him a couple of months later, I was still so in awe of the great professor’s brilliant mind that I ignored,” she cleared her throat, “his shortcomings, shall we say.”
Daniel shook his head, “Didn’t measure up, sweetie?”
“Not hardly.”
“So what happened? I know bad sex can take its toll on your ego, but it still doesn’t make sense. Why would his shortcomings, as you call them, affect you so much?”
“I guess you’re right. It wouldn’t have, except for the other.”
“What other?” he prodded her with a couple of tender kisses on her shoulder.
“We had been together for almost a year. It was just a couple of weeks until the wedding. And I was getting nervous. Really nervous. We’d made love less than a half a dozen times, and it always the same…in the dark and over quickly.”
“I went out with a couple of people from work and got a bit drunk. Decided it was time, we had it out about the lousy sex. I went to his house. He’d given me a key the week before, so I could come over and take measurements, make whatever little changes I wanted. But he insisted that I should call before coming over. That alone should have told me something, shouldn’t it?”
He nodded, “But sometimes we get so caught up in things that we ignore those little warnings until it is too late.”
She smiled weakly, “Yeah, I guess we do. Anyway, I forgot to call first, and I walked in on him with a student. Damn, the guy was probably barely legal.” Her frown deepened, “It got nasty from there.”
“I know how much an affair can hurt,” he whispered.
She brushed back his hair softly, “It wasn’t just that. It was the things he said.” Fresh tears cascaded down her cheeks, and Daniel’s gut clenched.
“I’ll listen if you need to talk, but I’m not asking for more details. Afraid I already want to kill the bastard,” he said as he hugged her tighter.
“Let’s just say, he hit every insecurity a woman can have,” she sighed. “Fat. Old. Even told me that good wives did not act like whores in the bedroom. Told me I was nothing more than a wanton old slag.” She stared down at her outfit, “I guess he might be a tad right about being a slut in the bedroom.”
“I’m damned glad he did not appreciate the value of that,” he frowned as he imagined her married to another man.
“Yeah, me too,” she smiled up at him, but he could read the insecurities still hidden just beneath the surface of those green pools.
He brushed the hair back from her cheek. “I think I’m going to enjoy having a slutty wife. Once I get used to it.”
She studied his face for a long moment, but this time when she finally smiled, it reached her eyes that were twinkling with her teasing nature. “So, what were you saying earlier about turning my ass red, commander?”
He groaned and buried his face in her hair, “Jill, quit teasing me.”
“I’m dead serious, Daniel. One more quick lesson for now. Your wife is what they call a switch. Yes, Mistress J might like to come out and play her little domination games on occasion, but usually, I’m pretty submissive. Didn’t you notice how turned on I got that first time when you held me down and bit my shoulder?”
His brows furrowed as his mind played back that afternoon on the widescreen of his memory. “How could I fucking forget?” he asked. “So, you’re saying that biting and spanking gets you as hot as all that crazy shit earlier?”
“Hotter most of the time. I enjoy Mistress J, but trust me in small doses. I would never want to be with a truly submissive guy,” she nibbled at his shoulder. “Luckily, I don’t have to worry about that, do I? I’m sort of surprised how far you let her get. I knew that no matter how tight the rope was or how good I am with knots, I knew you could escape and turn the tables if you wanted.”
He groaned, “Now, you tell me.” He rolled her over onto her stomach. “For that, you do deserve a good spanking, my sweet wife.” He brought his bare hand down harder than he ever had on her upturned bottom. Hard enough that even the palm of his hand stung with the blow.
“Opening your fucking legs.” His wife’s instant obedience left him smiling at this new turn of events. He plunged his fingers between her wet folds and felt her body trembling in release as his fingers found her g-spot.
He did not allow her body to even come down from the high before his other hand delivered another hard open-handed blow to the other cheek. The sound echoed off the walls of their bedroom. His fingers still inside her cunt felt it clutch them tighter.
He bent and kissed each red mark on her ass, caressing them tenderly with the same palms that had made them. “Oh yes, I’m going to love having a nasty little slut wife in my bedroom. Stupid bastard doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
Tara Cox - Literary Erotica 