Chapter 7
The next week was torment for both Ray and Marty. He could not keep his mind on the problems and chores at the shop, and Marty daydreamed her way in school, almost oblivious to her surroundings.
She did have one brief encounter with Bill Brady, but she turned coldly away before he could launch into a plea for the return of his prized key. She was too busy figuring out schemes where she and Ray could be alone for lovemaking, and at night, it was torture for her to have to try to maintain a semblance of normalcy when she was around Ray and under the alert eyes of Helen.
She had evidenced no suspicions on that first evening, and Marty and Ray had avoided one another studiously all that evening. They had stumbled onto a gift that was too precious to take chances with. Besides, Marty consoled herself, there would be thousands of days with Ray, all as wonderful as their first one had been.
They almost trembled when they came into normal contact, such as passing food at the table, and they were so silent in each other's presence that Helen asked Marty if she had had a misunderstanding with her uncle. Marty told her that she hadn't, blaming her unusual silence on her "period."
In the rare moments when they were alone, they added to their own torment with kisses and hastily renewed vows" of love. When he was away from her, Ray called himself all kinds of an idiot. He was acting like he had at his first taste of puppy love. He felt hornier than he had on his wedding night, or his first trip to a whorehouse, when he was seventeen.
To Marty, everything and everyone was beautiful. She was even able to be nice to Helen, and keep the pity that had formed for her aunt, at the impending loss of her husband to a woman who really loved, and who knew how to love, Marty Wells. But the sex-driven pressures began to boil up inside their loins, and they reached a point where they had to possess one another, or end up as screaming idiots. All either could think of was to follow roughly the same format they had used the first time—for Ray to skip work and Marty to skip school, and meet somewhere.
They agreed on a place to meet, and they planned to spend the day at a lonely spot called Miner's Lake, a place now little frequented, since it was a favorite fishing spot during the season, and literally a ghost camp for the balance of the year. Ray knew the owner of a small, crude cabin at the lake, and he arranged to get the key, and the use of the place for a day.
On the drive to the lake, they were like two children heading for an adventure in the wilderness. They joked and giggled, with sexual thoughts buried deep inside for the moment. It was a brisk autumn day and the countryside was a blaze of color as they left the city and headed out to the lake, some three miles beyond the city limit.
When they arrived, the haven they had arranged for looked like a splendid palace to the pair, primarily because it was their first real chance to have sex without fear of discovery.
They stripped and walked out on the rickety boat dock that extended a few feet into the calm waters, and caring little but for the excitement that blanketed them, they dove into the chill waters, shouting and making exuberant sounds as they surfaced, chasing each other and taking quick kisses and feels of their sleek bodies. In a few moments, they were exhausted, but with a glow that warmed their flesh, from the sight of the naked body of their love.
They clambered out and raced for the crude shack, where they had undressed. Ray lit an oil heater and they laughed and kissed as they toweled one another's glowing flesh. When Marty's hair was dry, they went to the mattress-covered bed, disdaining to spread towels over the rough mattress ticking, and Marty lay on the bed, her eyes glowing, her arms outstretched to her lover,
"Make real love to me, Ray," she said seriously. "As if it would never end, or, as if it would be the last time ever! Make—make married love!"
He lay down beside her, facedown, and put one arm over her breasts. Turning, he began to kiss her ears, making clucking sounds with his tongue that made her wince with arousal. His hand roved over her breasts, toying with the hard nipples that told of Marty's desire. His mouth moved over her neck and chin, pausing at her soft lips long enough to plant a deep tongue kiss inside her mouth, and in a few moments, they were a writhing mass of emotion-wracked flesh.
"I do love you, Marty, I do ..." Ray murmured as his lips moved over her naval and his mouth buried itself in the crevice of her womanhood. His tongue was a gentle probe at first, then as her body came alive under his mouth, demanding and begging more, Ray spread the lips of it and set up a deep scooping motion with his tongue that caught her clit and went further in, thrilling the inner recesses of her pussy.
Ray's manhood became stiff and swollen, and she urged him to move around so they could assume the sixty-nine position. As she played with his cock, using her hands and her lips, they sank into the animal-like lust that was eating at their bodies. Soon, Ray's cock was burying itself deep in her hot, wet mouth, and his tongue and fingers were exploring the burning cavern of her cunt. Each was making noises of satisfaction, as their nails dug into each other's body, evoking the last particle of ecstasy from one another's touch.
In a flurry of motion, Ray shot his semen deep into Marty's throat, stepping up his own tongue and finger action to meet her rapidly rising and falling ass. A moment before Marty exploded into a delicious orgasm. Ray ran one finger up her asshole and began an in and out motion that drew cries of anguished pleasure from her as she licked his prick dry of every drop of semen.
They lay quiet for a moment, easing off, relaxing in the warm glow of fulfillment that spread over them, and at last, Marty began to caress Ray's semi hard cock with her mouth and hands, coaxing it into rigidity in a moment. As Ray started to again probe her cunt with his tongue, she pushed him away gently, saying. "I want you to do to me all the things that no other woman has ever had. Anyplace you want, on my body. Anywhere!"
Ray paused and looked at her face that reflected love mingled with pure lust. There was no mistaking what Marty wanted. He voiced the thought.
"There's only one other place, darling. You want it up the ass?"
Marty hugged his cock to her face, mumbling, "Oh, yes ... yes! I—I want to feel that I've given you more than anyone else ever has or ever will! I want to belong to you ... in every way ... completely ... the way my body feels when you touch me. Please, Ray ... do whatever you want... I need it!"
Ray suddenly bent and rolled her over so her round, shapely ass was close to his face. He crawled between her legs and spread the cheeks with his hands. He stared at the brownish-pink areola that surrounded the darker opening, marveling at the excitement that the very sight of her asshole and her cunt from the rear, engendered in him. He gently began to tickle it with his tongue tip, while his fingers played just inside her cunt lips, with the now throbbing clitoris.
Little by little, Ray's tongue went deeper and deeper inside her asshole, and Marty squirmed and moaned in delight. When Ray's own rigid prick could no longer be contained, he raised up on his knees and Marty pulled herself to a position that elevated her asshole to meet his thick, hard prick.
Ray trembled as he spread her ass-cheeks and let his tool find its own way into the dark opening of her anus. He wondered if it would hurt her, penetrating the tight canal without using any lubrication, for it was even a little uncomfortable for him. But Marty was moving her bottom back and forth in an effort to facilitate the entry of Ray's prick, and he became so excited that he feared he would come before he had an inch of it inside. He released one ass-cheek and guided his cock deftly into the opening, pressing hard against his pole with his ass. He looked down, fascinated as his prick head disappeared, and in a few more thrusts, he could see it enter her asshole almost to the hilt.
Marty moaned, "Oh ... Ray, oh darling ... it hurts so, but it thrills me so ... don't stop ... go all the way ... fuck me all the way, darling ... hurt me ... use me ... need me ..."
Ray now took her hips in his hands, helping her meet his lunges. Marty reached down and massaged her clit with one hand, balancing her body with the other, and as she heard Ray's moans and felt the first hot spurt of come shoot deep inside her anus, she masturbated madly, and as Ray reached his climax, she was close behind him with her own.
They collapsed from the sheer exhaustion and the depletion of emotions, Ray's cock still deep inside her, Marty lying on her face, panting, a hazy look in her eyes as Ray kissed the back of her neck, his nails digging idly into the soft muscles of her back. They lay like that for several moments, too satiated to talk or to make any move that would dispel the magical closeness they had achieved.
Ray withdrew his prick after a time, and she rolled over and lay in his arms, their wet bellies close, their mouths locked in a passionate, yet tender kiss.
"Ray, darling ... what are we going to do?" Marty moaned. "I love you so. I can't hide it any longer. I want to tell the whole world about us. What can we do?"
"I feel that way too, honey," Ray said gently, "but we have to be sensible. We can't have any more than this, for now. Maybe later ..." his voice trailed off lamely as the futility of their passion struck him.
"Divorce Helen!" It came from Marty with such venom that it startled him. He pulled back and looked into her smoldering eyes, now bright with determination. "You have to. I can't be around her much longer, without letting my love show. I can't! I won't!"
Ray brushed her hair with his hand. "Don't blow it up now, Marty. We've got to be patient. I want this as much as you do, but we have to be sensible about it. We've got to just take what we can grab, for the time being. Something will work out. Trust me!"
To his surprise, Marty began to cry. He knew it was no put-on, by the depth of her sobs and the way she clung to him. He didn't know why he was so surprised, except that he had almost thought Marty too strong to be this hurt. It had never dawned on him that she even could cry!
He soothed her as if she were a hurt child, holding her close, patting her head, saying, "Come on, now ... don't cry, baby ... please don't cry."
Marty sobbed into his neck, "But I have nothing! She has it all ... the home, you, a ring, your name ... and I have nothing. Oh, Ray ... I want you so much ... I need you ..."
They lay for a long time, each alone with his thoughts. Both were peering over the barrier that Helen posed, trying to find an answer. At last, he felt Marty's soft lips on the nipple of one of his breasts and he felt desire begin to arise in him. She nibbled, giggling as he winced and fidgeted, and she moved downward on his body, sticking her moist tongue into his navel, then running it in a wide circle around his pubic area. At last, she took his rising prong in her hand and plunged it deep into her mouth. Ray pulled her mouth from his cock as quickly as it was fully erect, and he laid her on her back and spread her legs.
He penetrated her throbbing cunt quickly, plunging into her with savage strokes. Marty raised her body and locked her legs around him, and his hands slid around her ass cheeks, as they took each other in animalistic abandon. They shuddered and moaned as they came, and when it was over and he lay beside her, Marty was her usual confident, arrogant self.
"I thought of something, Ray ..." she said coaxingly. "I have to have something ... just for me ... to remind me that I belong to you and you belong to me. I have to! I remembered a gold bracelet I saw in the jeweler's awhile back. It's called a 'slave bracelet' and you can wear them on your ankle if you want to, and few persons even notice them. They're so pretty, yet delicate and ladylike. I want one, Ray! I have to have one! I want it to have our initials on it ... 'R.M. and M.W.' Please?"
Ray frowned momentarily, shaking his head. He replied, "I'll get you the bracelet, honey ... you know that, but I don't think the initials are a good idea. If Helen ..."
"She'll never see it!" Marty interrupted in a harsh tone. "I promise ... it will be just for me!"
Ray sighed, knowing he couldn't refuse her anything she ever asked him. "You're a devil!" He grinned down at her. He kissed her mouth and said laughingly, "But I love you, sweet stuff."
He glanced at his watch as he arose, saying it was time they were leaving, so they could have plenty of time to be where they were supposed to be ... he at work, she at school.
On the short drive to town, both were silent. Marty was in a happy, contented mood. It had been a fulfilling day for her. She had given herself every possible way to the man she loved, and she happily looked forward to the token of their love that she was soon to possess—the slave bracelet. Marty thought how appropriate the name of the memento was, for she was his willing slave, in all things.
The problem of Helen seemed far away, for with the confidence of youth, Marty Wells was sure that she could solve any problem to her benefit. A way would be found for her and Ray to be rid of Helen, and to be together for good.
Ray dropped her off a couple of blocks from their home, on a back street, and he returned to the shop. Marty took a roundabout way home, passing time, daydreaming of her future with Ray. She went home at about the same time she would have arrived had she gone to school and found Helen in the kitchen, preparing supper.
Marty looked quizzically at her, trying to read any suspicious looks she might give, but there seemed to be none. Marty stood staring at her as she bent over the sink, peeling potatoes. She looked at the broad expanse of ass that Helen displayed, and at the thick, shapeless calves and heavy ankles. She almost pitied the woman, as she dreamed of the time when they would be rid of her, for it was unlikely that Helen could attract another man—at least, not one as desirable and virile as Ray:
She went to her room and lay across the bed, thinking of how wonderful the gold slave bracelet would look with the inscription that linked her to her uncle. She was exhausted from the swim and the sex activities, drained of emotions, and she was sound asleep when she heard Helen calling from the kitchen that supper was ready.
She didn't even dare look at Ray as she seated herself at the table, and she was astounded when Helen pinned her with a harsh stare and said, "I waited until your uncle was home to bring this up ..." Helen glanced sternly at Ray, as if warning him that she expected him to punish his niece for what she was about to reveal, "... you weren't in school today!" She glared at Marty in defiance, almost as if she hoped she would further complicate her position by trying to lie out of it.
Marty said nothing. Ray stared suspiciously at his wife, wondering if she had also discovered his absence from work. No one had told him that she had called, and neither he nor Marty had thought about the school officials checking on her absence. He had intended to write her an excuse to take the next day.
Marty glanced at Ray, but his gaze held on Helen. She was on her own, and she wanted to protect Ray at all costs. She had no doubt that Ray could handle Helen, no matter what cock-and-bull story she told.
"No, I wasn't at school!" Marty blurted out angrily. "I had something more important that I wanted to do ... so, I skipped school!"
"Just like that!" Helen continued to glare at her niece. "No explanation, no apology for putting me on the spot! Just a brazen defiance!" She stared harshly at Ray. "This has gone far enough! I want something done about it, Raymond!"
Ray knew that she was unusually irritated because she only called him by his full name when her agitation was at a high pitch.
"All right ... all right!" Ray snapped testily, waving a fork at her. "I'll handle it. He turned to Marty, trying to look severe. "Do you want to explain yourself, young lady?"
"I just needed a day off, that's all!" Marty said, looking from one to the other. "A bunch of us decided to play hooky—that's all! I didn't do anything I'm ashamed of." As she said the last, she looked directly into Ray's eyes, and an unseen message made its way between them. Marty thrilled inwardly at her cleverness in telling Ray that she truly wasn't ashamed of her day with him, but both of them remained stone-faced.
"Well," Ray said cautiously, "your aunt is right. We can't have you goofing off at school. I think that you had better stay close to home this whole weekend and think it over. After all, we are responsible for you, and we've been pretty lenient. So, until you prove that you can be trusted, you check in every day from school with Helen, by three-thirty. Any more of this school skipping, and we'll have to do something more drastic. Understand?"
Marty nodded, with just the right amount of contrition showing and Ray shot a glance at Helen that asked, "Are you satisfied?"
"And while you are home this weekend, you can just give your room a thorough cleaning, and help me with other things," Helen added, somewhat disgruntled at the mildness of Ray's punishment. "But ..." Helen bristled as if in afterthought, "I'm not writing any lying excuse for you. If you want to, Raymond—then you do it!" She rose and busied herself serving the food.
Marty crowed inwardly at the way Helen was actually falling into the trap. She and Ray had no problems, so long as they could be near one another. She was anxious to get the bracelet, and she quietly pestered Ray about it for the rest of the week. Finally, he promised her that he would give her the money to get it Saturday, and that he would fix it with Helen so that she would have time for a shopping trip. He was still hesitant about her having their initials engraved on it, but Marty had already figured out a way around that. She was elated, proud of her intelligence, as she told him that the initials would read "U.R. and M.W."
Ray was puzzled for a moment, but his eyes went wide with admiration as he realized that "U.R." stood for "Uncle Ray." She was a smart little fox, and it would truly be their own secret, and it was with much relief that he gave her the money Saturday morning to buy the slave bracelet.
Marty might not have been so exuberant, and Ray not so complacent about the deception they were carrying out, had they been able to glimpse into the future and see the chain of events that would be triggered by the innocent-seeming purchase of a tiny gold chain with a small plate on it, that would bear evidence to the unholy, incestuous love they bore each other.