Chapter 6
When Carol awoke, she was alone and she lay blinking for a minute, trying to recall what must have been the worst nightmare she had ever had.
She sat up slowly, holding her head, and looked around the room. She was alone. She slid out of bed. Her body was bruised again and the insides of her thighs were red and chaffed. She found her robe, put it on, and stumbled into the next room. Empty champagne bottles were scattered around the room as mute witnesses to what had happened the night before. Carol sank onto the couch with a groan, her head in-her hands. Then she jumped up, remembering what had happened on that couch.
"Ted?" she called, wandering back to the bedroom and toward the bathroom, thinking he must be there. He wasn't, but there was a note written in soap, on the bathroom mirror. "I LOVE YOU," it read. "BUSINESS. BACK SOON. TED."
Carol sighed. It had all been true, too true. Yet there was some hope. If she remembered correctly, it had been Ted who had urged the whole thing on, who had let Jenny in and insisted on Carol lying naked on the couch. Yet, after the shameless things she had done how could she ever look her husband or Jenny in the face again? And what was his relationship with Jenny? Were they lovers? Would she have to share her husband? What did Ted expect of her? Was this going to be their married life? Was this the kind of happiness he wanted with her?
Carol got into the shower and didn't want to think. She was hung over, tired, and her body ached. It was enough to think about now.
When she got out of the shower and was drying herself, she heard a sound in the bedroom, "Ted?" she called, her voice filled with doubt.
"It's me, honey. Sorry, but I had some calls and I didn't want to wake you."
Carol got into her robe and stepped out into the bedroom. Ted was dressed and looking fresh, a smile on his face. On the table by the bed was a tall glass of juice and a steaming pot of coffee. Ted offered her some pills he had in his hands. "Here. Best things for a hangover. Take these with this," he said, offering the glass of juice.
Carol took the pills and eagerly drank the juice, letting out a long sigh. It had been years since she had tasted anything so good. She looked at her husband trying to read in his face what was going on in his mind.
"It was a pretty wild night, wasn't it?" he asked, grinning.
Dumbly, Carol nodded.
Ted grinned and took her gently into his arms. "Feeling rotten? Feeling guilty?"
Again all Carol could do was nod. She leaned against him and felt like crying.
"Well, all that is water under the dam and wasted time. It was done. It's over, you did it. There's no denying that."
Carol bit her lips and leaned on his shoulder. "Oh Ted, what's the matter with me?"
"Nothing. Actually, I'll bet you're more hung over than anything else. Come here."
Forgetting his coffee, Ted let Carol to the bed where he forced her to lie down. He lay beside her holding her in his arms. "Now," he said, "Let's get it all out. Tell me what's bothering you? Come on," he urged, giving her a little squeeze, "just tell me,"
Carol couldn't speak for a moment. Finally, taking a deep breath, she started talking in a torrent: "It's just that I don't know what's right anymore. I don't know what I'm doing or even if I should be doing the things I'm doing. What's wrong? What's normal? Someday, I want to have children. What kind of person am I? What kind of mother would I be? What land of person must you think I am?
"Ah," Ted sighed. "That's it. You're wondering what I think of you. You think I must hold you in cheap regard, think of you as some kind of slut. I've asked you to behave like one, remember? And you did, you were wild. Look, I'm here and I'm holding you and I'm telling you I love you. This is all happening after last night, after the fact. And, if you'll remember it was me, not you, who insisted on the whole thing. Now, who should be feeling really bad?"
"But I never knew I was a lesbian!" Carol wailed.
"You're not. You're bi-sexual. So what? Some of the nicest people I know are bi-sexual. So what? Listen, do you love me?" Ted held her close.
"I ... I ... I don't know," Carol admitted. "I think I'm beginning to."
Ted kissed her on the mouth then whispered in her ear, "Then hang in there. Last night was only the beginning. We can do it again tonight if you want to."
Despite herself, Carol felt aroused. The sensual memories of the night before came flooding back on her, making her feel lewd, Languidly, she spread her legs and Ted parted her robe and his hand caressed her open cunt. He smiled, saying, "You're moist, I think you would like that. Or maybe something a little different?"
Carol held Ted close and felt his fingers gently massage her clitoris, exciting her. Carol felt wanton, lying on the bed in broad daylight, relaxed, being gradually excited into a lewdness she had felt the night before.
She moved slowly, kissing Ted on the mouth and running her tongue in and out, gently pushing him onto his back. A wicked exciting thought was on her mind, making her smile in a smutty way. "I want to be good to you," she whispered and slid down the bed and unzipped his fly. Fumbling, she pulled his cock out and looked at it swelling in her hand. Gently she pulled the skin out and watched the dark red head mushroom out. She stroked it back and forth, delightedly watching it swell to a rigid hardness.
The tip of her tongue licked the very end of it. Then, slowly, using the flat of the tongue she licked the head all over as Ted groaned and she could feel his whole body shudder. Slowly, insinuatingly, so slow it was sheer torture for Ted, she let her warm wet lips slide over the shaft and head. She wanted to take his whole beautiful prick in her mouth and suck on it.
She sucked until the head filled the back of her throat and she felt like she was going to choke. Then she slowly let it slip out until her lips were holding only the very tip while her tongue wiggled back and forth. Then she slowly let it sink into her mouth again, then slowly back out, over and over.
Carol worked with a kind of fiendish control and lewd excitement, gradually, ever so slowly, increasing the tempo and rhythm of her strokes, her mouth wide open, her lips locked around Ted's cock, which was still swelling. Carol thought it might burst, explode in her mouth, it was getting so big and hard. It now felt like a warm steel shaft she was sucking on, up and down, up and down, faster now with Ted beginning to move his hips in perfect time to her strokes.
Ted spread his legs wide and his hands came down to caress and tangle her hair. He was beginning to moan as Carol increased the tempo. He thrashed about on the bed and grabbed her head in his rough hands and urged her on while his hips bucked and Carol hung on and sucked harder and faster.
Now they were two writhing animals, curling and moaning and twisting and moving faster and faster. It soon became impossible to tell who was driving whom, they were both moving so fast.
Ted's mouth twisted wide open and nothing came from it. Then, his hands clutching the blankets and his body reacting as if he had grabbed a bare wire and received ten thousand volts. He stiffened and bent, lifting himself clear off the bed by his heels and the back of his head. A scream came from deep within him. "Goddddd!" He came in Carol's mouth, pumping hot molten come to the point where the veins in Carol's neck stood out and her cheeks puffed and filled with liquid sperm.
Carol swallowed again and again, determined to get it all, feeling it warm and slippery in her mouth and sliding down her throat, feeling his prick swell in her hand and mouth with each ejaculation.
It seemed to go on forever and gradually subsided, his cock slowly relaxing. Then it was still. Carol sucked once more then took it from her mouth and licked the head clean, tasting each little drop of sperm like it was the reluctant end of a good banquet. Then, smiling and licking her lips, she looked at Ted's penis in her hand, growing soft.
She crawled up and snuggled close to Ted, kissing him on the mouth and feeling his deep breathing. She smiled to herself.