Chapter 9

An hour later Harold was gone. I can't say I was broken up about it, but I wasn't overjoyed either. Overall, I suppose I was glad it was over, but I couldn't help being a little bit sad.

It hadn't always been so bad.

As I lay in the bathtub soaking my tired body, it occurred to me that Harold and I had just gone in different directions after the first few years of oui marriage. I had been vaguely aware of it at the time, but then I had tried to ignore it because of Steve. It was the same old story, I guess. Hold it together for the kid's sake. And of course the kid really suffers because no one's happy in a situation like that.

Then suddenly, in a flash of insight that I could hardly understand, I knew when it had all started to go sour.

The night of the Kirk wood's party.

It was all so long ago I had almost forgotten it, but now the memories came back in a rush that was both clear and a little bit painful.

Jim Kirkwood had brought a stag film to the party and shown it to everyone there. It was the first one I had ever seen, and I remember being turned on by it.

It started with a woman in a motel room. She was blonde; a stewardess, I think. At the very beginning she had clothes on, but it didn't take long for her to start undressing. She was sitting in front of a mirror, and thirty seconds into the film her tits were revealed.

They were huge.

Bigger than mine, but not as firm. The nipples, though, were incredible. They covered half her tits, and each was totally erect from the first moment she took off her top.

She began to rub them, running her fingers all over the nipples, moaning and groaning like she was going to come right then.

A few seconds later she reached down and slipped a finger inside her panties. Her cunt really wasn't visible, but it didn't matter. I could see the outline of her finger beneath the material, and I knew what she was doing.

At the same time she kept feeling her tits with her other hand, switching off from one to the other.

Some of the men called out obscene things in the darkness, and for the first time I became aware of the fact that my own panties were getting wet.

I wondered what was happening to the other women.

Then, on the screen, there was a knock at the door. The woman looked irritated; evidently she was on the verge of creaming all over her fingers. At any rate, she pulled on a robe and answered it.

Naturally it was a fantastic stud who just happened to be a room service waiter and who just happened to have gotten the wrong room.

Thirty seconds later the two of them were in bed fucking like crazy. His cock was huge; a real match for her tits. And her cunt-hair was really blonde.

They plowed into each other like the world was coming to an end. His cock kept pummeling her cunt, slashing in and out of it like a piston.

The room got very quiet; the only sound was the whirring of the projector and the breathing of the people.

I was hot. My cunt was positively dripping with honey.

Then finally both the people on the screen came. He pulled out of her cunt and came all over her stomach, sticky jism coming out of his meat and splashing all over her big tits.

She screamed and jabbed two fingers deep into her muff, coming all over them at almost the same time the man was spewing onto her stomach.

Then there was white leader and the film was over.

The party broke up right after that; small wonder, since everybody there was probably ready to fuck anything that moved.

Everybody, that is, except Harold.

On the way home I was so horny I couldn't wait, and I naturally assumed he was feeling the same way. How could he have watched that film and not gotten turned on?

At any rate, I reached over and began to run my fingers over his cock on the outside of his pants.

"Jesus, Janet."

"What's the matter. Can't concentrate on you're driving?"

I thought he was just putting me on, so I continued what I was doing. In fact, I even unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock out.

"Christ, Janet. Is that all you think about?"

"Cocks? No, not really. I think about tits too. And cunts. And ass-holes..."

I guess I was a little drunk. I didn't normally talk that way.

Harold just looked disgusted, but I didn't pay any attention to him.

"You never fucked me in the ass, did you Harold?"

"Jesus."

"No, you never did."

"So what?"

"You just don't know what you're missing. That's all. It's nice and tight. Mmmmmmmm ... just thinking about it makes me horny."

"Jesus."

Then I went down on his cock, taking it into my mouth and sliding over the entire length of his shaft. He wasn't hard when I started, but after a few seconds his cock began to grow rigid in my mouth, and by the time we pulled into the driveway of our house, he was as hard as I had ever known him to be.

I could hardly wait till we got to the bedroom. I was undressed in ten seconds flat, lying on the sheets with my legs spread wide and my finger hovering just beyond my cunt.

Harold went into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and doing his whole routine.

"Come on, honey. I can't wait."

"Jesus."

I began to finger myself. At that time it wasn't something I made a habit of doing, so I was a little clumsy. But I was so horny it didn't matter. I managed to find my clit, and after that it was only a matter of a minute or so until I came, spurting juice all over my fingers.

Still, I was ready to fuck when Harold came to bed. One orgasm certainly wasn't enough to put me out of action for the rest of the evening especially after the stimulation I had received from the film.

It didn't make any difference, however.

Harold didn't want to do anything.

In fact, when he came to bed he just climbed underneath the covers, gave me a little peck on the forehead, and rolled over on his side to go to sleep.

like I said, it was the beginning of the end.

I was still in the tub, enjoying the warm, soapy water when Steve knocked on the door. We'd had a short, quick talk an hour ago, but that had been the only time I had seen him since this afternoon.

I hesitated, not certain whether I should invite him in or tell him I'd be out in a minute.

What the hell.

"Come on in."

He entered and sat down across from me, trying heroically not to stare at my naked tits. "I'm sorry." His voice was somber. "Whatever for?"

"I don't know. I guess it was my fault."

"Nothing was your fault."

"I shouldn't have run off this afternoon when he came in."

"I think that was the only thing you could do. Anyway, it's over now. It's probably good that it happened."

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

We both smiled, and then I stood up. This time he didn't try so hard not to watch me, and as I toweled myself dry, I was aware of his eyes moving up and down my naked body.

"Steve," I whispered.

"What, Mother?"

"Let's go to bed."

"Are you sure we should?"

"What do you think?"

"I want to, but..."

"Then let's do it."

For a long moment we stared at each other. I had never felt sexier in my life, and I knew from the way both our eyes were glowing that it was going to be the most satisfying night of my life. I wasn't mistaken.