Chapter 4

Opening his eyes in the quiet darkness of the night, Dan Michaels was instantly awake and wondering how long he had been asleep. With the pleasant sensation of being completely relaxed, and having no feeling of weariness, he knew he had been sleeping for several hours and, while his mind gradually returned to awareness, he had no idea where he was. Then he remembered and he wondered if Shelly had been asleep all that time. He was glad he had awakened when he did and not slept until morning.

Shelly was curled up beside him, and he could feel the slight rise and fall of her chest as she slept soundly, and he lay still so as not to disturb her. He pushed the light blanket from him and looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. He recalled vaguely what had taken place that afternoon and early evening. He lay there thinking how it had all started and he shuddered inwardly when he realized he was in bed with another man's wife.

He lay there a few more moments, then carefully tried to ease himself from the bed. Shelly groaned sleepily, snuggled still closer, and threw one leg over him.

"Darling, what time is it?" she asked.

"It's almost midnight. I...."

"Mmmm, go back to sleep."

"I can't stay here. I have to go. I should have left long ago," he said, easing her leg away.

Teasing, she replied, "Oh, you don't have to go. Can't you stay? Just a little longer?"

He sighed. He had learned a little about Shelly during their bed session. He knew what turned her on. He said, "You want to fuck again, don't you?"

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH FUCKING? SOMETIMES THAT'S ALL I THINK ABOUT. A NICE THICK COCK GOING IN AND OUT OF ME. MMMMMM...."

Dan pulled her to him and kissed her for a long time, all the while hating himself yet knowing he, too, wanted to fuck once more.

Sighing, he reached down and stroked one of her legs. Then his hands were once again going everywhere on her willing and eager body, thrilling her, maddening her, building her first, then enjoying her response.

Dan knew he should get out of there, get away from the danger of being in bed with someone else's wife, but he couldn't stop. Gently, he pushed her legs apart, caressing the inner thighs. She tipped her head far back on the pillow, savoring the moment of ecstasy she knew was soon to come. She clutched at his hard rod and put the head of it in the matted hair between her legs.

"Are you ready?" he asked, smiling because she was already becoming frantic.

"Oh, yes, darling! I'm always ready," she said, the strain of passion in her voice evident.

She tugged on his cock and pulled him close to her as her legs spread even wider.

"OH, DARLING, FUCK ME! PLEASE, FUCK ME!" she panted.

Their bodies exchanged electric shocks as the moment of entry grew near. She tugged at him, squeezing his throbbing prick and her cunt moved ever so slightly up to meet him. Carefully, she guided him, easing toward him at first, then slowly moving away, teasing both Dan and herself.

"OH, GOD, I LOVE COCK!" she blurted.

With a sudden lunge, he united them securely. Thunder and lightning exploded in their ecstasy-filled brains, roaring and flashing, taking them from the world of people and things, and gently laying them in the arms of the heaven that is sex.

It was three a.m. when Dan finally left Shelly and walked down the walk to his dew-laden car, anxiously looking up and down the rows of houses to see if anyone was still up. There were no lights on in any of the houses and no cars on the street.

Quietly, half amused, a smile crept across Shelly's lips as she watched from her darkened living room as Dan Michaels drove away. This, she thought, would be the beginning of something wonderful for her. This is what she was meant for. To be a woman, a complete, living, loving, passionate, sought-after woman above all else.

Gaily, she walked to her bedroom and flung herself onto the mussed bed. She was completely delighted with herself and felt no shame whatsoever.

She lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. Her hands went to her pussy. "COCK, COCK ... OH, HOW I LOVE COCK!" she muttered. "BIG PRICKS AND NICE THICK COCKS ... MMM!"

But if Shelly had vowed to launch herself into a career of bed sessions with a series of men, she was disappointed. After her first excursion outside the bonds of marital fidelity, she found she could not bring herself to carry out her vow, at least for some time. Dan Michaels had never called again nor did Tom mention him. Shelly puzzled over this but did not dare ask about the young insurance man because she had never mentioned that he had been to the house and therefore had no way of knowing him. It angered her, too, that her first lover did not attempt to get in touch with her the second time. Why, she wondered ? Surely, her charms were such that no man could partake but once and then forget her.

Cleverly, however, Shelly kept her inwardly roaring frustration in check, disguising her manner with outward displays of affection and contentment. She gave no evidence of being actually hostile toward Tom but they both were aware that a noticeable tension had developed between them even though Shelly tried desperately to ease it.

There were times, as they sat across the room from one another in the evenings, that the conversation would suddenly cease, and they would regard each other with silent curiosity. He wondered about her periods of silence, recalling that she had always been the talkative one, and she wondering if she could ever get him to perform in bed the way she liked.

Shelly busied herself with the house and children. She had to keep her mind from exploding because of her longing. She joined a woman's club, then became active in church affairs. She volunteered to do charity work and took part in various fund-raising drives. So active and forceful was she that she became head of the Wildwood Garden Club and followed this by organizing a campaign to elect a woman to the city council. The woman? Why, Shelly Wymore, of course.

Whenever she became involved in some function that would keep her away from home for the evening-she made it a practice of calling Tom at his office and informing him that she would be absent. These calls became more and more frequent.

And there were times when there was no call. Only a scribbled note pinned to the hall lamp telling Tom she would not be home that evening.

Shelly's activities became so demanding on her time now that trips out of town became necessary and Hannah was brought in to live in the Wymore house.

Because of Tom's silent nature, Shelly misjudged him. She assumed that he accepted her gadding about readily. It had never been his habit to question her about anything so she just took it for granted that he was content with his life and that she could continue to absent herself from home without complaint from him. She did not take into account that he was spending his evenings in loneliness, sitting in his chair, staring at the wall, wondering if this was what a marriage was all about. The children were in bed early and Hannah disappeared into her quarters as soon as they were tucked in. The loneliness was beginning to gnaw at Tom.