Chapter 5
It was awful to realize that her own sister-the girl she had grown up with, who had sprung from the same flesh and blood-had snatched away the only man who had ever satisfied her. She was furious with Joan for that.
She also was furious with Tony for being so easily influenced, for literally jumping from one sister to the other with scarcely a pause for breath between.
Most of all, Barbara was angry with herself. She had been a perfect ninny!
So, Tony is smooth, she told herself. He knows how to make a woman feel good ... and he has a tremendous prick! He lied to you when he said he loved you. He's obviously just a wolf who goes from female to female, fucking as many as he can. Joan will find out.
You've got a man who's devoted to you. He works for you every day and brings his money home. He doesn't play around with other women.
And how have you repaid him for his devotion? You cheated on him, you slut!
Well, no more! Barbara vowed.
As she prepared dinner for Grant and herself, she thought about the evening before, when she had almost climaxed with him. For a moment there, she was even thinking that she didn't love Tony at all, that Grant indeed was the only man for her. Then he had left her hanging as usual, and she had hated him.
But what a small thing that was, really.
Grant was a normal male. He was strong and vigorous. His prick could certainly get as hard as Tony's, and it could work just as well, too! So what if it wasn't as big? A woman didn't need a huge log shoved up her slit in irder to become excited. Getting aroused and needing a release had never been Barbara's problem.
What was her problem really? she asked herself as she sliced a carrot into a stew pot.
Grant was a klutz at making love!
That was the whole thing in the proverbial nutshell.
Barbara was married to a man who had everything it took to make her happy, but he never had learned how to go about it. And she hadn't bothered to teach him. Before Tony, she hadn't really known herself. Finally she did.
Perhaps she should thank Tony for giving her a course in marital relations, she thought whimsical ly A simple thing like getting her pussy kissedhow she loved that! She knew she would love it just as much if it were Grant's tongue, rather than Tony's, that stroked her hair-lined slit and dug into the succulent, moist, pink gash. Perhaps she would enjoy it even more, because Grant was her husband and there would be no cause for guilt.
She thought about sucking Grant's cock, and the idea made her quiver ecstatically.
She had always thought such things were nasty and perverted, but Tony had given her a new attitude toward them. They were just fun, that's all!
As for Grant's lack of staying power after getting his cock inside her, perhaps he only needed to change his mental attitude, Barbara thought. If he were to think about her pleasure as well as his own, he would move slower and bring her along, the way a woman had to be in order to get there with her man.
Barbara smiled to herself.
Finding and losing Tony, all within the span of a couple of days, might have been the best thing that had ever happened to her, she decided. It might prove a benefit to Grant, as well, because it could strengthen their marriage.
As she completed dinner, Barbara's thoughts focused warmly on her strong, loyal husband and how she was going to treat him that night. By the next morning, perhaps she would forget Tony completely, she hoped.
"Why don't you have another drink," Barbara suggested sweetly, "while I take a bath and get all clean and pretty for you?"
She bent and gave her husband a kiss as she started out of the living room. He put down the sports magazine he'd been reading.
"Hey, what is this?" he wanted to know. "Last night I practically had to rape you, and now...."
"Never mind," Barbara said softly, and tossed him a kiss from the door. "I'll see you later, okay?"
She left a mystified husband behind as she walked to the bathroom, her hips undulating sensuously. Thanks to Tony, she didn't feel like the same person she had been a few days ago. She was going to stop acting like that person, too-even with Grant.
He poured himself a second after-dinner drink, and sipped it as he resumed reading about Joe Namath. Grant was a twice-a-week man when it came to sex, and this wasn't his night, which was not to say that he wouldn't do it if he got into the mood, but he had no itching desire.
Barbara bathed luxuriously, thinking about the delights that lay in store for Grant and her. She was a bit nervous about taking the lead with him and teaching him things. She wasn't sure how he would react at first-but once they got started, everything would be all right, she felt certain.
After drying herself, she padded nude into the bedroom, her tits bobbing springily. She selected her frilliest panties. They were pink with white lace and little bows. She put them on, then a fancy negligee-a gift from Grant during their first year of marriage. The fact that he had given it to her proved he did occasionally have a sexual impulse other than just humping and thrusting, she thought.
She took quite some time with her hair and makeup, then dabbed her best cologne at strategic places. When she rejoined Grant in the living room, she felt vibrant and quivery with anticipation.
He looked up, and a smile spread across his square-jawed visage. "Hey, babe, you look real cute!"
"I hope so," she said warmly, and took the magazine from his hands. "You won't be needing that any more tonight."
She dropped the magazine to the floor and slid into her husband's lap.
"I wish I could figure you out," he said.
"It's very simple-I love you!" Barbara kissed him on the lips.
Grant stirred as her tongue licked tentatively at his closed lips. She could have counted on her fingers the times Grant had kissed her with his mouth open, throughout three years of marriage.
His lips didn't part this time, either. Barbara didn't become concerned. She would bring him around, she felt sure.
"Maybe we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom," she suggested.
"But, babe, Police Story is coming on in a few minutes! You know that's the one cop show I like."
"Didn't you have enough 'cop show' today for real?" she asked, and wriggled her warm bottom against his lap. She saw a subtle change come over his features, and she felt hardness rising against her.
"You know, you're something else," he said, and gave her a kiss. Again, he didn't part his lips.
Barbara got up and took his hand, urging him out of the chair and leading him along the hall to their bedroom. She felt warm and fluttery, almost as she had been with Tony.
I'm going to quit thinking about HIM completely! she resolved. Grant's my man, and we're going to have a very good time tonight!
"I just realized that there's something I've never done," she said as she turned to face her husky husband in the dimly lit bedroom. "I've never undressed you."
A strange look flashed across his face. "Since when do nice women do that kind of stuff? Just take that frilly outfit off and lie down on the bed. I'll tend to my own pants."
Barbara felt foolish. "Grant, I want to undress you!"
"Why?"
"Because it ... it would be different."
"Well, it would embarrass me. Just take your thing off and lie down."
"If you won't let me undress you, at least you're going to undress me," she said, and lay on the bed in her negligee and panties.
Grant looked at her peculiarly as he quickly stripped off his shirt and trousers. His cock was no longer hard, his boxer shorts showing no distention.
Barbara extended her arms toward him, and he knelt on the bed beside her. After he opened her negligee, she drew him down for a passionate kiss.
Her moist tongue corkscrewed at his closed lips until she finally succeeded in penetrating his mouth. Her tongue stroked warmly and wetly.
After just a few moments Grant pulled away.
"Hey, what's come over you?" he demanded. "Have you forgotten you're a housewife? You're coming on like a ... a ... loose woman or something."
Barbara smarted as if he had slapped her. "I'm not a loose woman!" she exclaimed defensively. "I love you!"
"Well, I love you too, babe-but not like a harlot."
She didn't know what to do. Grant wasn't responding as she had hoped, at all. Wasn't he the slightest bit human?
Though Barbara had lost confidence in her plan, something wouldn't let her abandon it. She realized, deep inside, that if Grant didn't change there was no hope for them, whether she had Tony or not.
She let Grant fully open her negligee. As he gazed at her lusciously rounded breasts, with rosy nipples sticking up atop them, he began to do some sticking up of his own. Barbara watched the front of his shorts push forward.
Impulsively she reached out and snaked a hand into his fly. Before he knew what was happening, she had seized his stiffening penis and brought it out. He stared down, dumfounded, as she stroked her hand on six-inch cock, rolling the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans.
She saw his facial features slacken, his mouth softening as his eyes took on a dreamy quality that she had never noticed in them before. Then suddenly he changed back to the stern, prudish cop and slapped her hand away from his rod.
"God damn it," he snarled, "cut that stuff out!"
"Grant, what's the matter with you?" she asked desperately.
"You're asking ME that?" he snapped back. "You're the one that's acting crazy tonight! Now take off that top thing and your pants."
"Aren't they p-pretty?" Barbara asked, her desperate need still driving her on. It was as if she was determined to ruin her marriage that night if she couldn't repair it. "I put these panties on just for you."
"Well, great!" he said sarcastically. "Now I want 'em off-okay?"
"Grant, I'm not a prisoner that you're ordering around!"
His cock slumped. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that I wish you'd treat me more softly and tenderly. Pet me. Kiss me. Make me feel like a woman who is loved."
"I told you I love you!"
"Well, show it! Take my panties off slowly ... stroke me with your hands ... and with your lips, too. Lick me, Grant!"
"You're ... talking like a slut!" he said, and looked at her as if he feared he would soil his hands if he touched her.
Fury blazed in Barbara's mind, adding to the heat of passion she previously felt. Wanting to show Grant up for the fool he was-and still hoping she could cure him-she lunged for his cock. He was too startled to move as she lifted his supple organ and stuffed it into her hot, wet mouth. She began to suck his prick madly, her tongue buffeting his glans, her lips working fish-like on his wiggly stem. His male flavor washed over her taste buds in a flood of her own saliva, then down her gulping throat.
Grant's prick stiffened once more, his shaft spreading her lips as his cockhead ballooned against her tongue. She sucked the stiff thing more heatedly, her head bobbing. She skidded her o-shaped lips across the horny ridge of his corona.
He was breathing hard-she could hear that-and she felt tension mount within him.
Suddenly he pulled back, and his cock whipped from her mouth to bob springily up and down before locking into an arrogant tilt. Barbara looked up.
The expression on her husband's face was one she had never seen before: Utter bewilderment, was the only way she could have described it. Then it changed before her eyes to harsh condemnation.
Grant grasped her by the shoulders and shook her, making her big tits bounce up and down. Her brains seemed suddenly scrambled.
"You filthy god-damned whore!" her husband rasped.
He let her drop onto her back, and he ripped the pretty panties from her. She no longer cared. Her eyes were shut, and bitter tears drizzled through her lashes.
Grant flung her legs wide apart and bore down and forward, driving his stiff prick into her. The fucking was without love, and without a modicum of pleasure, as far as Barbara was concerned. It was nothing but the rapid thrust-thrust-thrust of a rigid cock in a yielding, utterly dominated pussy.
Grant continued driving into his pretty wife, nonstop, until he came, jerking and spurting into her cuntal clutches. Then he pulled out, his prick still dripping, and backed off the bed.
He turned and strode from the room, carrying his clothes.
Barbara could scarcely believe that the beautiful evening of love and passion that she had planned had turned into something so sordid and degrading. She felt miserable to the depth of her soulshocked, hurt, and ashamed.
After a few minutes, she raised herself from the bed and walked numbly into the bathroom. She thought about packing her things and leaving Grant that very night. But where would she go? Surely not to Tony!
She didn't feel strong enough to strike out on her own.
Hatred for her sister flared. If only Joan hadn't taken Tony away from her, she could have gone to him.
Are you crazy? an inner voice mocked. Tony never cared a fig for you! You were just a casual fuck as far as he was concerned-a hot lay that he could take one day and forget the next. Anyway, he's married!
But he acted so warm and tender, Barbara fondly recalled. And when he said he loved her, he hadn't had to do so. They'd already had sex.
Joan had taken him away! After Joan had seduced him, he was ashamed to face her sister, Barbara decided. That's why he hadn't been in touch with her.
But what could she do about it now, Barbara wondered. She couldn't crawl to him, admit she knew about Joan and him, and tell him it didn't matter. That would destroy what pride she had left.
Damn Joan!
Barbara wanted to get back at her sister in the worst way. She focused all the rage she had felt toward her husband, and toward herself, onto the woman who had stolen the only man who'd ever given her real satisfaction.
That bitch! Barbara thought.
Suddenly an idea struck her-the perfect means for revenge. She felt better instantly, vibrant and excited again.
It was a daring plan, but she could carry it out, she assured herself. She had gone with Tony, and that had required a good deal of daring. What she had tried with her husband that night had required courage, too.
Yes, she was up to it, all right, and she would do it tomorrow!
She had thought about masturbating in the bathroom, to snatch a bit of the satisfaction Grant had denied her. But she no longer wanted to do that. She would wait.
As she returned to the bedroom, she could hear the TV rumbling in the den. Grant was watching his precious cop show, wallowing in the stupid macho image of hard-nosed men with guns, ordering the world around. Well, the devil with him!
Barbara went to bed and writhed for awhile between the sheets, her frustrated body crying out for satisfaction.
Just wait! she told herself. Just wait! You'll get all you want!
She would be getting back at Grant as well as Joan, she realized, and that thought pleased her. It permitted her to refrain from stroking her damp cunt and playing with her clit that still tingled. Her firm nipples were teased by the silken nightie she had put on.
Just wait!
Finally Barbara sank into sleep, and her dreams were a confused tangle of desire and frustration. She panted as she rolled and tossed....