Chapter 2
The weekend had been very difficult for Jean Meyers and she passed all the hours alone patiently waiting for her husbands return. She prepared his favorite dinner of wine and veal and had topped with a fine dessert of cherrie jubilee.
She was determined not to give up what was hers without a fight. If it was his lover's charms that kept him away from her she would test its strength with her own beauty. In deference to David she didn't dress seductively but attractively.
She wore a white blouse and tweed skirt with a pair of low heels.
"What's the occasion, mom," said David.
"It's just that your father's been away for awhile and I thought we'd celebrate his return."
Recently the family dinner table had been anything but cordial. Robert was usually gruff and wolfed his food as if in a hurry to leave the table. Years ago they had cherished their time together and would laugh and enjoy themselves while eating.
She wanted to make that real again, to give him a feeling of contentment that his lover couldn't compete with. Her thoughts stopped when she heard his key in the door and he entered.
She rushed to him.
"Hello darling, how was your trip."
And she kissed him on the lips before he could answer but not too hard because David was present. Then he said:
"Not too well, I'm afraid. I have to go back tomorrow."
The news hit her hard and showed on her face. Her husband either ignored it or just didn't care.
"What's for dinner. I'm starved." She tried to play her part with a mask on her face. She was hurt and attempted to hide it.
"Your favorite. Veal basked in wine and a nice dessert of cherries jubilee."
"Hi, Dad."
"Oh, hello David. How's school."
It seemed to Jean that her husband was feigning mock interest and could really care less about his son's school work. Nevertheless, she didn't drop her guard and prepared to be on her best behavior for Robert was acting surly and irritable.
"Come sit down," she said, "while I get dinner."
They ate in relative silence. Everyonce in a while Jean interrupted the deadly air with an innocent question about his work though careful not to probe him about his recent trip.
"I don't feel like talking about work," he said finally. "Change the subject."
To David it seemed like his mother was trying to be sweet but his father was in no mood. He felt sorry for he because he saw how lonely she had been this weekend wished that his father would lighten up.
"Hey, Dad, there's a big game on T.V. tonight. Care to watch it?"
"Sounds great."
Jean had hoped that David would stay in his room tonight so that she and his father could have some time alone. But Robert had anxiously agreed and there was nothing she could do about it.
"You two boys should spend more time together," Jean graciously offered. "With all this running around everybody does it's a wonder we're still a family at all."
"How's the social set these days, Jean. Have you seen Laura lately."
"No, I haven't made a bridge club in months. Too busy I guess."
"You should get out more often. It would do you could."
So that you can never come home, she resisted saying. She was determined to accept every rebuff in the hope that he would reconsider her.
"I will. But I hoped that tonight we could stay home. You're leaving again tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, it can't be helped. Hope you don't mind."
What matter if she did.
"Hey, you can visit her tonight if you'd like, while me and David catch the game."
"No, that's all right. I suppose I could put up with it for a little while."
Thankfully he didn't prod her to get out of the house after that. They finished dinner and relaxed in the living room and had dessert in front of the set. It was a boring game and Jean put up with it for the sake of her marriage.
They whooped it up during the game about this play and that as Jean faked her interest. Finally it was over and David went to bed and they were left to themselves.
"Boy, am I tired. It was a rough trip. I think I'm going to hit the sack too."
"Wait a minute, honey, let's sit here and talk."
"About what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Why don't we go to a show when you get back. How long is it for anyway?"
"I don't know yet. It may be as much as a few days or perhaps two weeks. I'll have to call you from Chicago when I find out."
Probably everything depended on whether that blond hussy could re-arrange her own schedule to avoid whoever it was she might be ducking to make time with Robert.
But Jean held her stance like a true warrior and never uttered a foul word.
"Then we'll have to make the best of things tonight, won't we love."
She got closer to him and hugged him in her arms. It had been very long since they had touched and he felt good in her arms. Then she kissed him.
"What's got into you. I've never seen you act like this before."
"A woman's prerogative to change, isn't it? Robert, I love you. Do you love me."
"Of course, what makes you ask a silly question like that."
"It's been a long time since, you know, we made love."
Even now it was difficult for Jean to be frank like this. She always kept her passion bottled up and behind closed doors.
"Make love to me, dear, won't you."
"I'm really tired Jean. I don't think I could hack it."
Then she did something she thought she would never do. She reached around to his crotch and rubbed her hand over his penis.
"Cut that out, Jean, you're acting like a schoolgirl."
But she was desperate to gain his attention and didn't stop. She thought to herself what it was the other one did for him that he neglected his wife for her. She began unbuckling his belt.
"Jean, stop that," but he offered no physical resistance."
"Kiss me," she said.
He kissed her and she met his advance with all the power in her body. Robert was breathless from her embrace and she continued unbuckling his belt.
"I never seen you like this Jean."
"It was always there for you. All you have to do is ask."
They both settled into one another's arms. Robert was holding her close to him now and kissing very heavily. Jean took out his cock from his pants and gently massaged it.
"Wait, David. Suppose should get up?"
But Jean was so hungry for sexual nourishment that even the thought of her own son catching them in the act could sway her from her course.
"Jean, I don't know if I can. I'm awfully tired."
She looked down at his limp penis that she held in her hand. I guess she took every last bit of him this weekend, she thought. Well, she wasn't going to go down without a fight.
For the second time she did something that she never thought she would have the nerve to do. She bent her head down and kissed the head of his cock and then placed it in her mouth.
"Jean, what about David."
But she didn't stop. The taste of his member in her mouth was something she had forgotten it had been so long. To her prideful delight, she could feel his sturdy member begin to enlarge in her mouth.
Her husband began to settle back and enjoy the ride. Really, he was stunned. Jean never acted in this fashion even when she had been raised to the height of passion from his skilful touch. There was nothing he could do about it now, anyway. Her mouth raised his cock to full erection.
Jean gently nibbled the enlarged head and then ran her tongue along the shaft. She kissed his balls while her hand stroked his member and he was fully aroused.
He felt himself getting ready to come. So he slid her head off him and said:
"Okay, honey, you win. Let's go to bed where we can do this right."
They got up into the bedroom and completely undressed. He was really surprised at what was for Jean a wanton display. No sooner did they get on the bed that she sucked his cock heartily.
Normally he had to convince her to give him fellatio. This time she went down without the least bit of urging on his part. She was mouthing his instrument in her mouth and seemed to be enjoying it.
She jerked his cock with her hand while her mouth played with the tip. Finally he had enough and told her to lie on her back.
It had worked. She had her man back, at least for the moment. She settled on to her back and he massaged her loins which she liked. Then he lifted her legs and softly licked her vagina. Jean was so love starved she came with least bit of manipulation on his part.
"Darling, I'm coming. Aaah."
He continued lapping until he had drank the last drop of her dew. He rubbed his cock along the labia and gently rubbed it on her clitoris. Then he put his cock into her and she moaned in delight.
"Oooo, it feels so good. Do it faster honey." He put his full weight on her and his cock went all the way up her. She was ecstatic at his entry and held him close to her pulling his strong chest into her breasts whose nipples were swollen from passion.
She kissed him on the lips and left herself totally open for his sturdy rod. He trust himself into her and it sent little squeaks rushing out of her mouth. Suddenly, and without warning he pulled out.
"Turn over," he told her.
She complied unhesitatingly and raised up on her knees. He rubbed his cock on her outer walls and prepared to enter her from the back. Jean thought, if this is what he likes to do with her, so be it. I can do it too.
He put his cock into her and pumped it in and out. It was the first time she had felt like a woman in months and she met his rhythm with a motion of her own. Soon she came again.
"Ooooo, aaahh. That feels so good Robert, don't stop. Make me come again."
He couldn't believe his wife. She must really be horny to ask for it like this. Usually he had to fight her off to get her to fuck properly. But this time she was putty in his hands and raising him to a fever pitch. He lost control from her frenzied bucking and reverted to his most base instincts.
"Come on babe, move that ass."
She was perfectly submissive and did exactly as he asked. She braced herself with her hands and forced her vagina into his long hard cock. She was getting ready to come again and moved real fast to bring him to coming at the same time as her.
"Oh, I'm coming again. Aaaaaaaaa."
She thought that he was about to come when he took his cock out of her. Instead, he took the head and rubbed it on her asshole. Then he tried to put it in her small anus.
"Oh no, don't do that Robert. Please."
But he was beside himself with passion, no doubt remembering the exercises that he and his lover we're used to performing. He ignored her Exhortation to stop and plunged his rod deeper into the small canal.
"No, Robert, gaaah, it's too his. It won't fit."
But she couldn't stop him. He was so hot that he forgot who she was and smacked the globes of her ass to bring her into submission.
The pain of entry was too much for her and she howled from the burning rod that seethed in her ass.
"Shut up or David will think that I'm killing you."
"You are. It's too big."
"It's your own fault. You got me started."
And her plunged deep into her bowels and left her impaled on his bloated cock. She stuck her fingers in her mouth to stifle her screams. In her tortured condition she thought to herself that this is what that blond whore gives him that I won't.
As her tore into her exposed flank the thought that she was mere substitute for the other harlot made her angry. Robert was like a gorilla on her back and was acting like a beast. She began to wonder if he was worth her trouble.
"Hold still, I'm getting ready to come."
He was burning a hole in her. She gritted her teeth and accepted his blows like a saint. Each thrust seemed to take her love for him out of her and replace it with hate.
Like an animal he was pumping her. Finally with a heavy grunt he removed from her ass. That was more painful than anything that had come before.
He came in great gobs all over her buttocks. The lewd man spread her cheeks and made sure that the gooey extract dripped onto her ravaged anus. Then he fell in a heap along side of her and breathed easier.
He had performed the act without the least bit of worry about her feelings. She had been totally submissive to his whims and her reward had been this. Her uncaring husband merely turned over and went to sleep.
Jean's loined were afire from the brutal penetration her selfish husband had inflicted upon her. As she watched him snoring, seemingly perfectly content with himself, she had a change of heart. She shook him by the shoulder and woke him from his satisfying sleep.
"What's the matter," he said in a nasty tone.
This time she was in no mood to cater to his whims and let him have it.
"You do that kind of crazy thing to me and then you fall asleep? What kind of man are you?"
"You liked it didn't you."
"Not in the least."
"You were asking for it and you got it, that's all."
"Does that blond-haired whore like to do it for you too. That's where you got the idea, didn't you. That's what you do to her."
She had thrown all caution to the wind and had managed to blurt out the truth. If this was the price she had to pay to keep him he wasn't worth it. The truth stunned her husband and he lay next to her with his jaw agape. How the hell had she ever found out? Obviously she was a woman of considerable talent and he had underestimated her. He countered.
"You're crazy. It's a figment of your imagination."
"And I suppose these come from my imagination too."
She got out of bed and went to the dresser and removed the envelope that held the evidence.
"Take a look at those, lover boy."
He opened the packet and the contents fell out onto the bed where his wife had been lying. He was caught dead to rights. The first picture was one of him passionately kissing Felicia.
He struggled in his head to find some excuse that would explain the entire affair. But he was speechless, perhaps even a little bit ashamed at his performance it bed tonight.
"What do you want me to do about it," he said finally.
"I really don't care anymore Robert, what you do," the memory of his brutal rape of her asshole lingering in her loins. "Heaven help her."
This put him on the defensive.
"If you had behaved like this more often I wouldn't have had to go to her in the first place."
She was livid at that remark. How dare he submit her to that kind of punishment and then accuse her of a lack of sexual charm.
"Robert, you need help. This isn't normal. You should see a psychiatrist."
"A doctor wouldn't help. I need a woman. A real woman," he emphasized.
"You mean a slut. Well, I won't stand for it. I want a divorce."
"A divorce, you got to be kidding. Your best years are over, honey. You better stick with what you've got."
She couldn't believe the last remark. There was not the least bit of remorse in him for the wrong he had done. She thought to herself how she had misjudged him all these years.
"I'd rather live alone than with an animal."
"Okay, if that's the way you want it. I'm leaving."
He got up and began to dress.
"Don't you dare leave. We have things to discuss."
"There's nothing to talk about. You've made up your mind."
"Where you going to , Chicago," she said in a mock tone.
"Don't press your luck Jean, I've had enough already."
"You dirty bastard. You'll leave me here alone after what you just did to me."
He had never heard her talk to him like that before. Never once would she use an expletive in conversation or even a heated argument.
"Watch your mouth bitch, don't have to take that from anyone."
"I'll make your life miserable for you, I swear it. I'll file for divorce. I ruin your reputation if I have to."
"Do whatever the fuck you please. I don't give a shit."
He rummaged around the bedroom looking for his clothes in the dark as if the shine of the light might reveal his shock at her ultimatum. So be it. He would call her bluff. She needed him more than he needed her.
"Robert, if you leave, so help me, I'll sue for divorce. I'm riot kidding."
He didn't answer and continued dressing. She was ranting now.
"Don't you dare leave me here like this."
"Fuck you."
The noise of their yelling had awakened David and he knocked on the door to see what was happening.
"Mom, Dad, is everything all right?"
She recovered herself just to answer her son. She didn't want him to know anything about what just happened.
"Yes, David, it's okay. Go back to sleep."
"Yes, son. Go back to bed."
They heard David leave and the door shut in his room. Her husband got his coat and went to the door to leave.
"Goodbye, Jean. I hope you know what you're doing."
"Go on, get out of here."
He turned his back on her and left the room. He heard the front door slam and knew he was gone. In her wildest thoughts she had never imagined a night like this. She was truly alone now.
She cried as she ran through her mind how cruel he had been to her. Her insides still burned from the scathing he had administered her rectum. Her whimpering transformed into large heavy sobs and she cried herself to sleep at night. She dreamt of demons who tried to singe her body with red hot pokers. She awoke at intervals during the night and her only rest would come when her tears drowned her back to sleep.