Chapter 8
"There're several things I can't understand, Jill."
"Let's hear them, Justin," I said, watching him remove his tie and start to unbutton his shirt. I let the covers remain at my waist while I leaned against the headboard, wondering what it would feel like to have sex with my husband again, after ten months. To say I was not apprehensive would be telling a lie. Although our Christmas Eve had been totally pleasant, helped by Billie's and Mark's insistence that their father remain overnight, I still found it hard to believe that the plan we had formulated had worked so well. But Justin's presence in my room was proof positive. The fact he was so casually taking off his clothes, just as he had before he had decided to file for divorce, was further evidence of success. The rest of it was up to me, I knew. My children could not help me tonight with Justin.
He put his tie and shirt on the settee and turned towards me as he undid his trousers. He looked as handsome as he ever had. His deep tan made his short hair look whiter. He had kept himself in good shape by the golf he played. Our separation had done much. It made me feel as if I was going to bed with him for the first time.
"I'm just amazed that the family gets along so well. I don't know why, but I expected a lot of tension when I showed up tonight. But everyone was relaxed, and pleasant, How did the family ever get together like this?"
"A lot of things had happened since you went away, dear. I think perhaps the most important is the fact we all have missed you very much. It's not the same with you not here."
"You should have thought about that before you went to bed with William, Jill. I never would have left if it weren't for that."
"You left me for other women, Justin."
I was sorry the minute I said the words. I had intended to keep the evening light and not to let the bitterness I had felt erupt, to harm the possible evening's pleasure. But the words rolled out of me before I had a chance to stop them. For a minute, I was afraid Justin would zip his trousers back up and start to leave. He didn't. Perhaps he had done as much thinking about our marriage as I had during the time we hadn't been together.
"I didn't realize how much that could affect someone until you did it to me," Justin said, stepping out of his trousers, and neatly folding them before he lay them on the settee. "Did you do that to punish me?"
"No, Justin. I did that because I needed to have a man make love to me."
"And what did you do the last ten months, find other men?"
"Did you find other women?"
"No," he admitted, standing to his full height and making the stretch of his silk shorts across his hard-on more obvious. "It just wasn't the same. It took me a long time, but I had to finally admit that I missed you like all hell."
"I'm glad, Justin. I missed you, too."
"So when the kids started in on me tonight, and insisted I stay here, I knew that's what I wanted, too." He walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, reaching his hand up to my forehead and rubbing it. "Been hard on you?"
"More than you'll ever know. I've done a lot of growing while you're had your own place. A lot of changes have happened."
"Tell me about them?"
"Later, Justin," I said, stretching my legs underneath the covers. "Right now, I just want to be with you."
It was obvious he felt as awkward as I. Neither of us seemed to know how to proceed. There was no question, from the noticeable bulge in his shorts, that he wanted it as much as I. I wanted the strength of my husband on me, where I could feel it from head to toes. I wanted his strong, hard body on top of mine, making me feel loved and protected. I wanted his penis in me, wanted him to make my quim feel his hard length pressing against it. I wanted to get close to him again, to feel some of the things I hadn't felt for some time. I only hoped that this time, it would be different. I didn't want him to use my body like a mere receptacle for his semen. I wanted him to make love to me like a woman instead a wife, the mother of his children. It was important that he treat me as if he loved me. Did he?
It was difficult to tell, but the way he was so gently rubbing his hand across my forehead gave me reason to think he was interested in how I felt. When he got up and pulled back the covers, and slipped under them, gently rolling his body until we touched, his movements made me feel that this time, finally, it would be different. His lips soon found mine and even as we kissed, I emitted a sigh of relief. With his tongue, he parted my lips, my teeth and my open mouth signaled my receptiveness. His tongue slipped deep into my mouth and I took it between my teeth and rolled my tongue onto his. He was gentle as he put his arms around my waist, as he snuggled closer to me, his hardness pressing into my thigh. His hands ran the smooth material of my nightgown up and down my leg while his other hand cupped the back of my head. He circled his tongue in my mouth, teasing me into sucking on it. Once I had his tongue firmly lodged between my teeth and lips, I sucked on it, soon swallowing his saliva with my own.
He was not in a hurry, and that made me very happy. He, took his time, first enjoying the suck of my mouth, and then enjoying the feeling of my hand searching the material of his shorts for his staff. I closed the material onto it and rubbed it slightly, noticing it became harder. I drew my fingernails up to the tip, and pressed his shorts material with the pad of my index finger, noting the immediate spread of moisture onto the silk of his shorts.
Although he forced nothing to happen too quickly, he was not passive in the least. Just slow and sure. His own hand was busy between my thighs, lightly separating them and tickling my cunt with his fingernails. The titillation made me more damp, and the slide of my nightgown across my slit made me want more. I arched upward, only a slight bit, and the tickling continued to excite me.
I sucked harder on his tongue but he made me wait, with-drawing it when I became too intense. Yet he rolled slightly over on his back so my hand could provide his penis with greater pleasure. I pumped it rapidly several times, through the material, then slipped my hand through the opening in his shorts where I could feel the skin of his staff directly.
Not once did he stop lightly running his fingernails across the material of my nightgown where he was lightly pressing it into my crack.
I closed my hand onto his naked staff and gripped it into more of an erection, but he stopped me when I started to pump it.
"We have the entire night ahead of us, Jill. It's been nearly a year. We can wait a few minutes longer. I want to find out what you've been doing. You can tell me. It won't stop us from enjoying ourselves."
His fingers pressed against the inside of my labia lips, spreading them so his thumb could slip in-between. He ran his thumb from labia to the other, digging it into my slit, making the sensation there more enhanced. I started to lift my nightgown up, to remove it from being an obstruction, but his hand stopped me.
"Let me do that in my own time, Jill. I just want to drive you absolutely crazy. I want to see my own wife respond with the sensuality I know is in her."
"That sounds wonderful, Justin."
"Well, it took me long enough to figure out that was one of our problems."
I relaxed totally, letting him set the pace. His fingers continued to lightly trickle across my cunt. He pressed the material with the back of his hand into my slit and slowly sunk it deep into me, making both material and the back of his hand wet with my juices.
"To think, all those years, I was stupid enough not to realize that it was all right for a wife and a husband to have passion. Why I thought good sex was only reserved for whores I'll never know."
He was exciting me more than he ever had in his life. Each time he pressed the back of his hand into my quim, I would grip his staff harder. But he seemed to like it even more when I attended to the tip, letting my fingers rub against his glans head until more moisture formed, then letting my fingernails lightly trail down his smooth cockhead until the palm of my hand butted against his prick tip.
He withdrew his hand from between my legs and lifted his hip so he could draw his shorts over his cock and move them down on his legs far enough to kick them off his feet. The heat of his prick was felt against my upper thigh as his hand maneuvered again between my legs and his fingers lightly trailed across my clitoris. He rubbed it lightly, with his thumb while his fingers grasped the material of my nightgown and moved it upward on my legs. It was soon up to my waist, leaving my cunt available to the touch of his skin.
It felt much better when there was no material between my slit and his fingers. It was easier for him to tickle me there and three of his fingers glided across my wet quim, two of them separating my cunt lips more while his middle finger pressed right into the middle of my crack.
His mouth returned to my lips and his tongue was again inside my teeth while his hand pushed my nightgown up to my waist, forcing it to slide over my rump. But as soon as I again started sucking so intensely on his tongue, he drew his handsome head back again.
For many moments, he looked at the expression on my face and it was the first time in as long as I can remember that he had looked directly into my eyes at such close quarters.
"Let's get this off, Jill."
It was un-like any other time I had been with Justin, even during the early years of our marriage. Then, he had been tender as he was now, but he had never been this quietly forceful. He had generally waited until I got excited and my own sexuality had directed the sex we had had. Now he was directing it. He sat up, pulling me up by the shoulders and taking my nightgown off. He ran his hands over my breasts, cupping first the left one and then the right. Then he gently pushed me back on the pillow.
"Tell me about the sex you had when we were apart. Did you masturbate?" he asked, letting his hand slide between my legs again. His fingernails separated my pussy hairs and his middle finger slipped between my vulva, rocking against my clit.
"No, Justin," I answered, opening my legs as his finger slid down my crack to my vagina. "I never once masturbated."
He rubbed three fingers across the opening of my hole and slipped one inside. "Then what did you do, Jill?" he asked. "Certainly such a passionate woman would have to do something for sex."
It was the way he was talking, in such a low, comforting, sensual voice that made me feel I could tell him everything. The soothing touches of his hand, his fingers on my cunt were an additional calming factor. He was seducing me into a sensuality I had not experienced. He was enticing me out of my wariness. He was making me trust him totally. The slow slide of his finger up my vagina, separating my walls, not only made me feel more sexual, more sensual, but also made me feel I could admit anything to him and he would understand totally.
"What did you do without me, Jill? Who did you go to bed with, honey? You can tell me."
"Justin, I'm a little afraid...."
"Don't be, darling. You know I will understand it could not have been otherwise."
He slipped another finger into my vagina and spread the two of them wide. His thumb lightly trailing across my clit and up and down my slit lulled me into a feeling of relaxed sexuality. The gentle press of his penis into my thigh excited me all the more.
"Well, Mark.. . . "
The smooth, relaxed sound of his voice continued. "You went to bed with Mark, Jill? Was 'it good?"
"Oh, yes, Justin. He was very good to me."
"Did he enjoy it, too?"
"Oh, yes, Justin. You know he did."
The touches to my vagina, to my clit, to my crack continued without let-up. So delicate, so light were his touches, they each filled me with maximum titillation, made me want more.
"Did he put his finger up you, Jill?"
"Yes, darling. But not the way you're doing now. No one has made me feel so quietly excited, except maybe Billie, once."
"You went to bed with Billie, too?"
"She wanted me to, Justin."
"It was nice of you to do that. I'm sure she enjoyed it."
"She did. I think it will help her."
"I'm certain it will."
The tonal quality of his voice had not changed once, nor did the stroking he was giving my cunt and my vagina. He was still gently pressing his fingers into my vagina and was rolling his thumb lightly across my clitoris. Regularly, he pressed his cock into my thigh, as if he were searching for an opening that would permit him entry into me.
"Did Mark get on top of you, Jill? Did he press his prick against your vagina?"
His soothing touches lulled me further into a feeling of combined relaxation and maximum sexuality.
"Yes, darling. He did."
"like this?" Justin rolled over on me, supporting his body weight on one elbow while his right hand grasped his hard penis and pushed it up and down my crack. He pressed the tip hard against my clit, then drew it down to my vaginal opening and pressed in there. Under his pressure, the opening separated and his smooth head dug into the membranes.
"like that, Justin."
"Did it hurt you?"
"No, Justin. It felt good, like you're making me feel in my vagina."
"Did he press it into you real hard?" Justin asked, jabbing his prick deeper into me.
"Just like you're doing now, Justin, Mark did, too."
"Oh." He sounded pleased. "Then you and Mark fucked one another. You let him go into you."
"Of course, Justin. You understand, don't you?"
"Of course I understand, Jill. You can rest assured that I understand totally. It feels good, doesn't it, Jill, to have a prick up you? So good it doesn't even matter if it's your son's prick."
"Then it didn't, Justin. But yours was the one I wanted. But you weren't here, Justin."
"So you fucked my son, instead, correct?" He pushed again with his groin and his cock spread my vagina wider, made it feel as if it was going to burn up. I let his thighs force mine apart wider, so he could get further in. He was moving up me, with slow, deliberate thrusts, all of which seemed to be delivered with a great deal of control.
"That's right."
"And he pushed his cock into you and rammed you until you both came?"
"Yes," I whispered, recalling with vivid clarity the sex I had had with my son.
"And you enjoyed it?"
"Oh, yes."
"But not as much as you're enjoying my prick going up you, Jill?"
"Oh, no, Justin. Nothing could feel as good as you do, now."
"That's good to hear, Jill," Justin said, jabbing deeper into my vagina and again moving his elbow up on the bed. Now that he was firmly lodged in me, he supported his weight on both elbows while he rocked his groin, driving his rod deeper in. He held my breasts with his hands, kneading them, rolling his palms against the nipples.
"How many times did you do it with Mark?" he asked, making certain when he rocked, that his groin spread my clitoris. "A lot?"
"Quite a bit," I admitted. "Every time we felt like it."
"Is that why you're all getting along so well now?"
"That took a while."
"I would imagine. When did you have sex with Billie?" His slow, deliberate movements were a match for the tone of his voice. He was slowly rocking up my vagina, making it spread wide, making it feel so good. It was comforting to feel his rod in me, forcing up me so slowly and surely, and it was a true relief that I could tell him what I had done.
"Only when she got home."
"On vacation from school? For her holidays, you mean?"
"Yes, Justin."
He was up me several inches, not once stopping his slow, thrusting movement. Contracting my vaginal muscles made the pressure against his prick greater. Each time I contracted, he closed his eyes while his facial muscles grouped to express the pleasure I was giving" him. I had noticed that each time he asked me a question and I answered him honestly, he had rewarded me with another press of his prick that made me feel so sexual and sensual.
"Did she go down on you?"
"Yes, Justin." He jabbed me again with a nice little thrust with his prick.
"And you went down on her?"
"True," Another, harder jab, slowly spreading my insides.
"Did you and Mark go down on one another?"
"Several times." The reward was greater. Several long, steady upward slams and the grind of his groin into my clit, rocking it into further sensation. The kneading of my breasts were more intensified with the stronger grip of his fingers into the soft flesh.
"And did alt of you get together?"
"It was necessary, Justin. They were fighting."
"I imagine they would be, dear," Justin said, giving me another strong thrust with his prick. "Did Mark fuck Billie then? Did you have them do that?"
"He was too big for her, Justin," I said, preparing for another heavy ram. "She's gay, you know. I got her birth control pills only last week."
"That was nice of you, Jill, to want your daughter to have the experience of being with a man so much you made arrangements so it would be safe for her to fuck her brother. Did they fuck then?"
"They tried, but he was too big for her, still." Several heavy upward thrusts from Justin drove him all the way up me, and he rocked into me, squashing the base of his prick against my clit.
"Is he bigger than me, Jill?"
"Several inches, darling. But nothing feels as good as what you're doing to me."
"I would hope not, Jill. I would at least hope to please you more than my own son." He gripped his hands onto my shoulders, letting his entire body weight rest on me while he delivered several fast, steady rams that made me feel he was as big as Mark. It was difficult not to compare the love-making I had had with my son to what was occurring. Mark's passion had been quicker, faster to erupt. But with Justin, with him taking his time, with the way he was talking so calmly, as if we were both just having a casual conversation, both of us not acknowledging the fact we were fucking one another, created a tension that was incomparable. Feeling his rod slowly slide up me, spreading the insides of my vagina so wide, making them feel as if they were dissolving from the heat of intense, igniting passion, made me shudder.
When he rocked his body back from me, pulling his cock away from my vagina, the emptiness I felt was supreme. The attempt I made to keep him from leaving me by clutching the walls of my vagina tight around his penis was not effective. He still slid it out, only to probe the tip of his rod against my wildly throbbing cunt once again as the process was begun another time, and he rocked his way up me another time until my clit had the pleasurable sensation of being squashed by his warm rod.
He knew how much I liked my clit taken care of and each time he had driven deep into me, he took special care to remain deeply embedded, and to grind his rod against that hard nub that was giving me such delightful throbs. Once I felt his upward slide begin, I made certain I arched my cunt so our contact point would gain me greater pleasure.
"Did you ever think you were doing the wrong thing, by having sex with Mark, Jill?" He pulled my hips toward him, and the grind of his abdomen onto my clit, the pressure in my vagina as he rod pressed downward made me grit my teeth.
"It was very hard on me, Justin. I felt guilty even thinking about it. and I felt guilty after we had done it, too. But I just needed it so badly."
"It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't left you, Jill, I know that. Don't blame yourself. The main thing is that the family has gotten close. That's worth everything. How it happened isn't important." As if to emphasize his statement, he thrust into me three times.
"All I feel badly about is Billie, darling."
I lifted my legs onto his back and clasped them together, forcing his sex deeper into me. He immediately pushed harder, parting my crack with his pubic bone, rocking it against my clit.
"Because she's gay?"
"Yes, Justin. It seems such a waste. She's such a pretty girl." If only some tender man would make love to her...."
"Someone like me?" Justin asked, pushing into me again.
He had said the words I had hoped he would and I clasped my legs harder against his back. The pressure of my legs made the grind far more pleasurable, and I moved my ear, rotating it, feeling him drive deeper into my insides, feeling his rod twitch against my clit. My entire crack was warm, wet, throbbing, the sensual coursing of sexuality apparent.
"Yes, darling. If you would do that to her like you're doing to me right now, I know she wouldn't be frightened. I know she would like it. She loves you, Justin."
"Enough to want me to fuck her?"
"She's told me as much."
"Oh, you've already discussed it?" The rams he was giving me increased in both speed and intensity and he was slamming hard against my cunt. I let my legs part, and lay one more time against the bed, spread wide enough that the feeling; of his tight stomach and abdomen muscles was experienced at the top of my crack. I felt like he was getting further up my vagina, almost as far as Mark had reached.
"Yes, darling. It'll be much better if you do it instead of Mark. She needs an older man."
"I'm certain of that," he said, his own teeth gritting as he slammed into me with all his might.
"And you won't hurt her as much as Mark."
"Because he's so much bigger than I, correct?" The ram he gave me was brutal, hard, and I enjoyed it.
"That doesn't bother you, does it, Justin? That I tell you he's bigger than you?"
"Good heavens, why should that bother me, Jill? That doesn't, but I'll tell you what does." I watched his expression change form one of passion to one of anger. It seemed to me that his face was contorting, even as he continued his strong prick strokes into my vagina. His brown eyes narrowed, and I could hear the grind of his teeth. For a brief moment, he paused, resting his penis in me while he shook his head as if to clear it.
"Tell me, Justin," I said, becoming uneasy.
"I'll tell you, Jill. Right now. I want you to listen closely. What bothers me is that I had some respect for you, as a wife, as a mother. And now I find out my own wife is worse than a whore. Even the whores I know wouldn't fuck their own son, their own daughter. What sort of depravity have you sunk to? Good
Christ, Jill, don't you realize you might have ruined their lives, by what you've done."
"Justin!"
"Don't say anything, Jill. I'm going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, as if you're just a common whore with no values at all. Feel this, Jill. Feel what you have done to me!"
Justin went wild, sinking his hands underneath my back, gripping his fingernails into my flesh, scraping the outer layer away as he made me feel he could rip the skin right off my back. He dug into my shoulders, again digging into my flesh, making me fear he would tear the skin. He smashed his mouth into mine, striking his teeth against mine. He pressed his body hard into my breasts, hurting them.
My cunt felt as if it was being split in two as he pulled back as far as he could without leaving my vagina, and using my shoulders as leverage, slammed all the way up me, not just once but many times. It was as if he was trying to kill me with his rod, not make love to me. The slams, the grinds, the hurt was exceptional. The look on his face frightened me when he drew back to watch the effect his heavy driving slams were having on me.
"Feel better, Jill? like that hate you're getting? That represents all the years I had respect for you when I shouldn't have. That shows you what I think of you. Take it all, Jill. Get fucked!"
He was ramming me like he didn't care if I lived through it, as if he would prefer me to die. There was nothing I could do but just lay there, my legs spread wide to either side of my body, my cunt and clit being brutally struck at by both groin and penis. Never had I seen such passion in my own husband, but the passion was at least as much hate as it was sexual. Strangely, I liked the greater intensity of his hard, steady rams that were driving him into an orgasmic frenzy. Strangely, I enjoyed the heavy slams and rams that rocked my entire body upward on the bed.
He lifted me into the air and with a final, heavy thrust with his penis drove my head right into the headboard, not once, not even twice, but many times. I was afraid I might lose consciousness.
"Justin, stop!" I screamed.
But he didn't stop, he just kept slamming at me, knocking my head against the wood, making me feel I might pass out at any moment. I felt his fingernails dig into my breasts, and another slam to both head and cunt. Then, looking as if he could kill me, his head snapped back, his eyes closed, his teeth gritted another time, and I could feel the strong, heavy spurts of his semen striking against the walls of my vagina.
"Oh, oh, oh," he gasped. I saw the roll of his eyes, I saw the grotesque expression on his face relax, and felt his full body weight as he collapsed across my chest, still digging his fingernails into me.
In spite of the fact, I did not have my orgasm, I felt lucky it was over.
It was difficult to breathe and I was glad when he took his penis out of me and got to his feet. His orgasm had not quelled his anger, but his energy was dissipated.
"I'm going to sleep downstairs, Jill. I'm going to have to figure out what to do with the children you've ruined. I may be awake all night long, but it'll be worth it."
He rapidly put on his clothes and stormed out of the room, leaving me quaking in the stillness of the bedroom. The hot feeling between my legs remained, and I did not even think twice about turning over and letting my own hand finish what Justin hadn't. My orgasm calmed me, permitting me to fall into the oblivion sleep offered.