Chapter 3
An hour later Carol dragged herself to her feet, managed to gather up her scattered garments, and stumbled upstairs. She felt grubby and soiled, as if dirt from Mike's hands had rubbed off on her skin. A long shower failed to get rid of the sensation. As she dressed, her stomach still churning at what she had done, Carol could hear the rhythmic thunk of the pick, punctuated by an occasional hard metallic click when it struck a stone in the hard, dry earth. She pointedly avoided looking out the window, but could not erase from her memory the sight of the dark-complicated youth standing over her, his limp cock glistening with their combined juices.
As she wandered hopelessly down the stairs she found herself praying for her husband's return. The feeling that if Frank were to come home now, everything would be all right surged through Carol. Then her heart sank, when she remembered that he was not coming home until late evening, and nothing she could do would change that. The only time she had tried to reach him while he was golfing she had been repeatedly rebuffed by the country club's telephone operator. When she had protested about this to Frank, he had supported the club policy. He'd left no doubt that when he was out golfing, she was not to disturb him.
Carol settled numbly on the couch in the living room, still aching from Mike's pounding, youthful drives. She felt his cum oozing from her vagina, soiling her clean panties. For the first time in her life, she had been unfaithful to her husband. The thought left a sour taste in her mouth. She tried to tell herself it was all Frank's fault, but her own moral sense kept her from believing this. Her parents had been strict in their religion, and Carol, although rarely attending church, held to their beliefs. They had stressed honesty, fidelity, and family loyalty above all else, and what Carol had just done was a rejection of all these teachings. Silent tears again began to trickle down her cheeks. Fear that Mike might return and demand still more from her increased her misery.
Hours later Carol roused herself, suddenly realizing that the sun had set while she had cowered on the couch, staring into space. The silence from the backyard was the only reassuring note in the darkness as she went around turning on lights. As each bulb sprang to life it seemed to drive back some of her misery and helplessness, and Carol found herself almost running through the house, turning on light after light. She controlled her near panic before she started upstairs to turn on more lights. Calmer, she decided to check the basement playroom for any signs of Mike's visit.
The radio was still playing, and Carol turned it off before surveying the room. Instead of the pleasant, comfortable playroom, Carol now saw a chamber of horrors. Her eyes were drawn repeatedly to the gym mats in the center of the floor. An accusing, damp stain marred the surface of one mat. Desperately, Carol struggled to turn it over in order to hide the mark.
Panting with the exertion, she checked the room again. Satisfied with everything else, she picked up the two glasses, which were smudged with fingerprints and contained the melted remains of the drinks she and Mike had shared. She turned her back on the room and retreated upstairs.
After carefully washing out the glasses and putting them away, Carol forced herself to eat a sparse meal. She had no illusions as to how Frank would react if he found out what she had done. His background had been nearly as puritanical as hers, and he would be furious if he ever found out.
After making another check of the house for any evidence of Mike's visit, Carol sat down to wait. The emptiness of the house seemed to press down on her threateningly. The quiet residential street on which they lived had little traffic, and every car that passed brought Carol to her feet. Finally, the sound she recognized so well made her heart stop. Fighting to control her shaking hands and behave as if everything were normal, she got ready to greet Frank.
The back door banged as it was jerked open. Carol turned toward it abruptly.
"Hi, Honey, I'm home," Frank shouted. His clubs crashed to the floor as he slipped the strap of the golf bag from his shoulder. "Man, what a helluva golfer that guy was," he continued, his voice too loud and too slurred to be natural.
Forcing herself to walk rock steady on legs that were threatening to fold under her, she moved toward him. "You've been drinking," she said, trying not to sound accusing.
"Sure, I been drinking," Fran agreed. "In fact, you might say I'm drunk." He lurched slightly. "Not that I am, you understand. You just might say that I am."
"I'll get you some coffee." Carol tried to brush past him.
"Hey, wait a minute. Aren't you gonna kiss me hello?"
He grabbed her, and Carol let him drag her into his arms. She stood stiff and wooden, unresponding, as he pressed his lips against hers. He had always disgusted her when he was drunk. His breath reeked of stale alcohol. Finally he released her, unaware of her lack of response.
"How'd the game go?" she asked mechanically as she made the coffee.
"Great, just great," Frank replied, stumbling slightly as he sat down at the kitchen table. "Boy, that coffee'll taste good. Jeez, could that guy drink. But, I sold him, by God, I really sold him."
"Really?" Carol plugged in the pot.
Frank sprawled in the chair, arms thrown wide. "You are looking at the next partner of Hunter and Hunter, insurance agents. Hey, Honey, don't we have any instant coffee?"
"You know you can't stand the stuff." She felt numb now, no fear, no regrets, nothing. Frank had come home drunk before from golf matches with clients, but nothing like this.
"Oh, yah, that's right. Where was I? Oh, yeah. I sold old Collins the biggest damn policy you ever saw. I knew he was a good prospect the minute I met him. 'Course he was drunk as a skunk when I got his okay on the deal. But, it'll stand up all right. I got his old John Hancock right on the dotted line."
Carol busied herself with half a dozen unnecessary trips to set out cups, sugar, cream, spoons and napkins. "That's good," she observed dully.
Frank lapsed into a drunken, reflective silence, staring at the table with blurry eyes. Carol sat down and studied him carefully. His hair, usually combed neatly, was mussed, the straight brown strands hanging down over his forehead. His eyes were bloodshot and unfocused. A slight sunburn showed under his tan, giving him a healthier glow than usual. Even in this state, Carol had to acknowledge that he was as handsome now as the day they had met. Sadness and a feeling of loss for those long-ago carefree days filled her.
"I'll get the coffee," she told him gently, her voice husky.
After three cups of strong, black coffee, Frank had settled down slightly, but was still drunk. "Boy, am I bushed," he finally commented, pushing his cup away.
"If you wait just a moment, I'll come upstairs with you," Carol said, gathering up the cups and putting them in the sink.
Leaning on each other, they made their way upstairs and into, the bedroom. After closing the door behind them, Carol let Frank draw her into a crushing embrace. The alcohol was still strong on his breath, and Carol had to fight the urge to turn her head aside when he kissed her. His lips were soft and sloppy on her mouth, and his hands roamed suggestively over her back.
"Hey, Honey, let's celebrate," Frank muttered, his hands gripping her full buttocks.
Some rebellious portion of her personality wanted her to push her husband away, wanted her to deny him, because of his drunkenness, his thoughtlessness, and her satiated lust. Instead, she gave in, slumping weakly against his hard chest.
"Let's get you out of those clothes," he told her, his voice still slightly slurred from the alcohol. His fingers fumbled at the fastenings as he undressed her. She looked down, and could see the bulge of his already half-erect cock. Standing before him as a slave did her master, she let him strip her, then crushed her to his chest. As he kissed her, she told herself she should be feeling something. Instead, she felt nothing as his hands pawed over her naked body. His lips traced sloppy kisses over her ear, then down he side of her neck. Normally these kisses would set her afire in seconds, but this time there was nothing. Dutifully, she tried to fake passion for him.
Breaking the embrace, he guided her to the bed and pushed her down on it. As she lay there, looking up at him, he began to undress. Some trick of her mind kept reminding her of looking up at Mike earlier in the day. Carol tried to respond but failed as she watched her husband undress. His cock was hard and stiff, spearing outward from his groin like a lance as he stood over her, his eyes feasting on her naked body. Finally, he bent over and his lips again bore down on hers. One of his hands rested on the slight mound of her belly, then slid lower. As his fingers brushed through her pubic hair, seeking her slit, Carol remained unmoved, but continued to feign passion. Dutifully, she opened her legs to his probing finger. As Frank probed her channel her tissues felt sore and abused from Mike's ravaging of them. Mike's and her juices lubricated the path for Frank's finger as she felt him force it into her.
The bed sagged as he lay down beside her, and her body rolled toward him slightly. Frank drew her close, and Carol felt the scratchy bristles of the hair on his chest against her tender nipples. Her hand sought and found his big cock and stroked and encouraged it the way she knew he liked. Finally he pressed her onto her back and climbed over her. As he settled his body between her spread thighs, she guided his cock to her cunt. In his usual fashion he began to stroke into her bit by bit. As he did, Carol rocked her pelvis and matched him stroke for stroke. As his cock drilled deeper into her vagina, Carol compared him with Mike and found Frank wanting. Where Mike had been young and impatient, her husband was dull and plodding as he pistoned into her belly. She forced herself to pant in simulated passion as Frank quickened his moves, driving into her harder and harder. He began to climax, and Carol felt nothing, even as he shot off into her. She clamped down on his cock with the muscles of her vagina in an attempt to stimulate herself. There was no result save to force his already wilting prick out of her.
"Oh, I love you," Frank muttered in her ear. He planted gentle pecking kisses on her cheek and throat as she stared at the ceiling. It was almost as if he were obeying to the letter instructions in a sex manual which said women like a show of affection after making love. Finally, his limp cock driven from her, he rolled off her to his own side of the bed. As he began to snore, Carol lay wide-awake, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She was still awake hours later when she heard a car pull up in the driveway. The window was open a crack, and Jack and Pam's voices could be heard bidding someone good night. Carol did not have to check the time to know it was exactly one o'clock. Jack had learned quickly, and was teaching his younger sister, that a deadline was an inflexible rule they had to obey. The few times he had been late had resulted in painful restrictions.
"Shhh, they're probably in bed," Jack shushed Pam loudly enough for Carol to hear him as they made their way to the back door.
Pam's whispered reply was cut off as the door slammed behind them. Frank was snoring softly beside her, and she felt an irrational flash of irritation at his obliviousness. Carol wondered what the beach party had been like, and resisted the urge to get out of bed and join the children for the snack she knew they were having. Instead, she lay sleeplessly in bed.
Eventually she heard the soft tread of the youngsters on the stairs. They were giggling and talking softly until there was the characteristic squeak of the third step from the top, when Jack hushed Pam again. Quiet footsteps passed the door, and Carol strained to hear. For some reason she wanted to hear the children talking, as if their youthful chatter could somehow put her right with the world. She heard them both enter Jack's room.
Through the wall separating her from the children, Carol could hear only a mumble of voices, which frustrated her. There was the squeak and rattle of a window being raised, and some trick of sound bounced Pam's voice off the garage and into the bedroom where Carol was.
"Man, what a party," Pam enthused. "I mean, like it was really groovy."
"You liked that, huh?" Jack asked, sounding mature and casual.
"And how!" Pam exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down, will you!" Jack cautioned. "Man, I thought I was going to faint this morning when Mom went after you about your bra."
Pam giggled. "I thought I was rather cool when she made that crack about swimming topless."
"Well, there wasn't any topless swimming during the day," Jack observed.
"Yeah, but when the moon came up, we didn't even have bottoms on," Pam retorted.
"First time you've done that, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh, sure was," Pam said tensely. "I'm glad you warned me before we went. It was real spooky as it was."
"I told you nothing would happen, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but I didn't really believe y ou," Pam replied. "I thought when you got together naked with a guy, all sorts of things happened, which they did. But that didn't happen."
The turn that the conversation in the next room had taken froze Carol in her bed. Her sweet, innocent children had been to what sounded like an orgy. She strained her ears to hear more.
"So what did happen when Ben got you off alone?" Jack asked.
"I'm not going to tell," Pam said, suddenly turning coy.
"Aw, come on, why not?" Jack urged her.
"What happened with you and Linda?" Pam asked in retaliation.
"If I tell, will you tell about Ben?" Jack countered.
"Maybe."
"I'm not going to tell about Linda unless you promise to tell about Ben," Jack insisted.
"Okay, I promise. Now, spill it."
There was the sound of Jack's bed squeaking as someone lay down on it.' "Boy, I'm tired," Jack said. Evidently Pam threatened him. "Okay, okay, I'll tell."
There was a short silence, and Carol held her breath, waiting for her son to begin his story.
"Well, you know nothing really got going until the sun was down," Jack began.
"I know that," Pam told him, disgusted.
"Yeah, well old Linda didn't want to skinny-dip in the first place. She's kind of shy. I had to pour a couple of beers down her before she'd loosen up. Man, she sure looked good in that bikini of hers. Finally, after the sun was done, she agreed to go in the water with me. By then, half the gang was already in the surf. We waded out until it was about up to her waist, and sat down. She still didn't want to strip, even when I kept telling her how great it felt. I had to take off my suit to get her started. I took it off and handed it to her so she could be sure, but that wasn't enough. She had to feel me just to make sure I was naked. Man, her fingers touched my pecker and it was the greatest feeling ever." Jack paused for a moment and the bed squeaked a little as he shifted his weight. "Finally she agreed to take off her top and give it to me. I made her let me give her a quick feel to check. When I got a handful of one of her tits, I thought she was going to faint right there. Her little nipple was as hard as a rock. After a little bit of squeezing, she got warmed up enough to take off her bottom and give it to me. She wouldn't let me feel her this time, even though I let her touch me again."
Pam giggled slightly. "Look at your pants. You're getting another hard-on!"
Carol flinched at the language. The realization that her thirteen-year-old daughter was using language that Carol herself didn't like to use was a jolt.
"I get hot just thinking about it," Jack admitted. "Anyway, the water felt great. I told her we didn't want to be carrying the suits around while we were swimming, and took them up on the beach. Then we swam out beyond the breakers and sort of drifted around. We got in a water fight and that gave me a chance to get my hands all over her. Gosh, her skin was soft and smooth. She let out a yelp when I got my hand up between her legs. Then she wrapped herself around me like an octopus. My prick was as hard as a rock, of course, and was trapped between her belly and mine. The way we rubbed together, I came right then."
"Right in the water?" Pam asked.
"You'd better believe it. When she felt me squirting up against her belly, she grabbed me tighter and squeezed her tummy against me even harder. She got one of my thighs between her legs and rubbed her pussy up and down like blazes until she came, I guess."
"What do you mean, you guess?" Pam asked.
Jack sounded confused and embarrassed. "Well, I mean I think she came. She started to pant and gasp like crazy. She was working so hard, I damn near drowned. Then she sort of held her breath and squeezed me real tight for a long time."
"She came all right," Pam reported, sounding very sure of herself. Eavesdropping, Carol realized that Pam, young as she was, knew full well what a climax felt like. Carol's heart was in her throat as she digested this, wondering if Pam had gone as far as it sounded.
"After that we were pretty tired, so we got out of the water. She didn't mind being naked now. I think it was the first time she'd ever played around with a guy like that. We dried each other off, and that got me excited again."
"So I see," Pam noted.
"Shit, these clothes hurt when I get a hard-on," Jack commented. "So, take'em off."
"Well, maybe I will." Jack sounded only slightly hesitant.
"I don't mind," Pam said, a slight quiver in her voice.
Listening breathlessly in the next room, Carol heard the bedsprings squeak again. There was a rustle of cloth and the sound of Jack's buckle being unfastened, then a thump as something hit the floor.
"There, that's better," the boy stated as the bedsprings squeaked again.
"Gee, you're big," Pam said.
"Now, where was I?" Jack went on, almost succeeding in sounding nonchalant. "Oh, yeah. After we got dried off we were both pretty excited, so we lay down together on one of the towels and played with each other. She fingered my cock and I petted her breasts until she was real excited. She found the right spot on my prick to really drive me wild."
"Where's that?" Pam asked breathlessly.
"Right under here," Jack said, evidently pointing the spot out to his sister. "Anyway, I talked her into letting me kiss her tits. I sucked her little nipples and sort of bounced them around with my tongue. Hey, what are you doing?"
"I'm uncomfortable in my clothes," Pam replied, and Carol heard the rustle of clothing again being shed.
Carol tried to make herself get up and stop what was happening in the next room, but her curiosity foiled her attempts to get out of bed.
"Oh." Jack's breath caught slightly. "So anyway, I was kissing her tits, and that got Linda real hot real fast. She took my hand and put it down between her legs so I could pet her pussy. I was just gonna rub it like, but that wasn't enough for her. She lifted one leg, leaving herself wide-open to me; then she guided one of my fingers inside her. That really got her going. It felt hot and slippery-sticky in her. She was squirming and wiggling her cunt against my hand, making my finger slide in and out of her real fast. All of a sudden she came and got my hand all wet. I must have had my finger in halfway to her bellybutton."
"Wow," Pam whispered.
"After she got through coming, she kind of went to work on me with her hand, squeezing and stroking my prick. I was hot as a pistol then, and in just a second I was coming all over her hand." Jack stopped talking, evidently almost out of breath.
"Gosh," Pam breathed. "That must have been something."
"And how," Jack agreed, his voice choked. "What happened with you?"
"Pretty much the same thing," Pam admitted, "but I didn't let Ben put his finger in me."
"Why not?"
"I was scared. He wanted to put his thing in me, too, but I wouldn't let him. I'm still a virgin."
"So'm I," Jack acknowledged. "Going all the way's a scary idea."
Carol breathed a sight of relief at these admissions, then mentally kicked herself. Her children had done everything but screw. It was only a matter of time until they would.
"Gosh, I'm hot again," Jack said.
"S ... so do something about it," Pam stuttered. "Ben made me jack him off, but I couldn't see anything."
"Want me to do it so you can see?" Jack asked, obviously excited.
"Yeah," Pam breathed, her voice shaking.
"Okay."
Carol stopped breathing as the bedsprings in Jack's room began to squeak rhythmically. She suddenly realized she'd heard that sound before, late in the night, but had never stopped to think what might be causing it. The springs squeaked and there was also a faint, sticky, slapping sound. Faster and faster the squeaking came until suddenly it stopped and there was a long silence, finally broken by a deep sigh from her son. Carol felt her heart start beating again, and let the breath she had been holding whoosh from her lungs.
"Gosh, look at that," Pam breathed softly.
"Y . . . yeah," Jack sighed. "Quite a show, isn't it?"
Carol grimaced as she lay next to her husband, frustrated at being unable to see what was going on. She suddenly realized that she herself had never actually seen a man come. As many times as she had made love, Carol didn't know what it looked like when a man came.
"I better go to bed," Pam said. "See you in the morning."
There was the sound of Jack's door opening and closing softly. After a few minutes the light shining against the garage went out.
For a long time Carol lay awake, mind whirling as she tried to sort out the scattered pieces of her life. In one day she had seduced a friend of her son and been unfaithful to her husband. And now she had been brutally forced to realize that the children she had thought were so young and properly brought up knew as much, if not more, about sex than she did.
"What can I do?" she moaned softly. She started to turn to her husband for help, but his totally unresponsive back was toward her, offering no encouragement. She suddenly realized just how far apart she and Frank had grown when she couldn't dare to wake him. It seemed to Carol as if she were lying with a stranger instead of her husband of sixteen years.
Carol's world was crashing down around her in ruins. Nothing was real any more; nothing had any meaning. Her mind spun as she tried to find a point to anchor to in the chaos. At last, exhaustion came to her rescue and she fell into a troubled sleep. Jack's story of the beach party echoed through dreams of Mike sneering down at her desperately hungry, naked body. Exhaustion finally obliterated these mad dreams.