Chapter 4
Caroline awoke slowly, coming into awareness by degrees. The room was completely dark, and she lay between fresh, sweet-smelling sheets on a strange bed, curled into a fetal position with her knees drawn up to her bosom. She turned her head, unleashing a sharp pain in her temples, and she groaned softly in the darkness.
She moved her hand and her fingertips touched the bare satiny surface of one hip. She realized then that she was nude ... and the events which had transpired earlier came flooding back into her conscious memory. She groaned again, this time not from the pain in her head but from abject shame and mortification, feeling sick to her stomach and suddenly dirty, unclean.
It was as if her skin were being overrun with tiny, slime-footed creatures, microbes of the most diseased variety entering the pores of her skin!
She rolled onto her back, feeling hot tears of degradation begin to cascade from her eyes. Oh, God, oh, God, she lamented, I've committed a dreadful sin, I've desecrated my marriage vows ... it doesn't matter that Gary did it first, not now when my mind is rational once again.
The tears flowed hotter, more stinging, on her cheeks and again she moaned piteously. She was sick, mentally sick, that was the only logical conclusion. She needed help, professional help, for in one day she seemed to have forsaken all that she considered sacrosanct ... her innocence in matters sexual, her marital contract, her love for her husband.
Was there hope for her, or had some incredible transformation taken place inside her body that was unalterable? Had she somehow become a carnal animal instead of a wholesome, loving woman? Oh God, what was the answer? What was the problem?
The sound of a door softly opening snapped Caroline's head off the downy pillow, breaking her reverie, and she looked toward the bedroom entrance. The door was opening slowly, and in the light from the hallway beyond she could see her husband standing framed there, staring in at her. No! her mind shouted. No, go away, go away! I don't want to see you, not now, not ever! Go away, you ... you disgusting ... thing!
But he didn't go away. Instead, her husband came into the room, walking softly, and crossed over to the bed. He reached out and switched on the lamp on the bedside table, flooding the bed with soft, amber-colored light. Caroline turned her head away, flinging one arm up to cover her eyes. Gary sat down beside her.
"Honey?" he whispered. "Honey, how do you feel?"
"Go away!" she pleaded. "Leave me alone!"
"Caroline, what is it?"
"You know what it is!" she flared. "Oh, my God, yes, you know what it is!" she flared. "Oh, my God, yes, you know what it is you ... unfaithful beast!"
"Oh, Christ!" he said softly, realizing that, somehow, she knew what had happened between him and Samantha in the bathroom earlier. It wasn't possible that she could know, and yet....
"Caroline, listen to me. Please, honey, listen....
"I won't listen! I won't!" She turned her head toward him, her eyes blazing wetly with tears of anger. "I know what you did tonight, Gary! I saw you! Oh, dear God, I saw you and Samantha together! I saw ... saw her with her mouth on your ... your...." She couldn't say it, couldn't continue. She buried her face in the pillow, crying unabashedly now.
He touched her, tentatively, and then withdrew his hand as she cringed like a beaten puppy from his touch. "Caroline ... Caroline, if you only knew the shame I feel right now. If only you knew the guilt, the terrible guilt ... Caroline, I was drunk and I was ... oh, Christ, I don't know what I was! I'm not trying to make excuses, I just lost my head. I didn't want it to happen, I didn't, Caroline. You have to believe that!"
"I don't have to believe anything," she told him, and the anger was rising in her now, reaching a fever pitch as it compounded with her own guilt and shame. "All I know is, you were doing something ... absolutely immoral with another woman, with that slut Samantha Sutherland...."
"She's not a slut," Gary said defensively. He regretted his words instantly, as soon as they left his lips.
"No? Then, what is she?"
"A woman, that's all. A hot-blooded woman, who loves and enjoys sex. There's nothing wrong with that, Caroline."
"She's a whore! A filthy whore!"
"No, damn it, she's not...."
"Why are you defending her, Gary? Why? I'm your wife, not her. I'm the woman you supposedly love, not that harlot...."
Gary felt anger kindle inside him, too. He hadn't expected Caroline to understand, not really, and he didn't blame her for being upset. But ... well, damn it, he felt some inexplicable necessity for vindicating Samantha's behavior on this night. "Listen, Caroline," he said, "Samantha Sutherland is a woman, nothing more, nothing less. Just because she's able to respond where some women aren't...."
"Meaning me, is that it?"
"I didn't say that."
"But that's what you meant, isn't it?"
"All right, then! Goddamn it, yes, that's what I meant! Samantha really knows how to please a man, to do the things that all men like to have done in bed. She doesn't just lie there like a goddamned corpse counting the cracks in the ceiling and wishing it was over!" He paused and then flung at her, "She's good, the best I've ever had, Caroline! She's good, do you hear me? Good!"
He has no right to talk to me like that! she thought in ire. He has no right, not after what he's done! What kind of man is he, to sit there and call me names, say that I'm no good in bed, when he's just finished having his penis sucked by another woman!
He needs to be hurt, deserves to be hurt! I wasn't going to tell him about Rich and me ... I was going to live with my shame and hope that somehow, some day, things would work out. But now I am going to tell him! I'm going to hurt him like he's hurt me!
Softly, maliciously, she said, "Rich Sutherland didn't think I was such a bad lay. In fact, he enjoyed me. He enjoyed me so much that he came right away!"
Gary froze into immobility, staring at her open-mouthed. "What ... what did you say?"
"You heard me, Gary! I made love to Rich Sutherland! I did it right over there, where those drapes are on the wall. There's a two-way mirror behind them, and I let him have me from behind while we watched you and Samantha in the bathtub. I let him have me because of what you were doing ... and yes, because I wanted him, because I was aroused! What do you think of that?"
Gary was speechless. His ears refused to believe at first what she was saying and he was hearing. It wasn't possible! Not Caroline ... not his sweet innocent little wife! Jesus, not her, not Caroline ... with another man, with Rich Sutherland, with his long hard cock ejaculating inside her ... Suddenly, his anger became overwhelming as he realized, irrefutably, that she was telling the truth ... that she allowed Rich Sutherland to have her. He bared his teeth, taking her shoulders roughly in his hands and shaking her. The covers fell from beneath her chin, and he saw for the first time that she was naked, that there were thin red marks on her full, firm breasts that could only have come from a man's grasping fingers! His brain reeled with confused thoughts, the predominate of which was blind rage. "You fucking bitch!" he screamed at her. "You dirty filthy fucking bitch!"
"And what are you?" she shot back. "You're nothing better, for God's sake! At least I was faithful until you were unfaithful. At least I waited until then! How can you be so righteously indignant, when you were doing practically the same thing I was doing! And liking it more!"
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he moaned. "Suppose ... you're pregnant? Suppose he got you pregnant?"
"What would you care if I was?" she asked him angrily. "You don't care for me any more. You proved that by being with Samantha tonight ...."
"And what did you prove by being with Sutherland?"
"I proved nothing at all," she said. "I just wanted to hurt you, wanted to do something equally as terrible as what I was watching you do. Maybe my having a child by Rich Sutherland will hurt you even more ... "
"Caroline, Jesus, you can't mean that! You can't want another man's baby!"
Suddenly, then, all the anger drained out of Caroline. It left her all at once, and she slumped back on the bed, her eyes closing. She began crying again. "No," she moaned in a tortured wail, "No, I don't mean it, Gary! I don't want his baby! Oh, God, I'm sick, just sick that's all! I don't know what I want, or what I'm saying!"
Gary, too, was divested of anger now. He leaned over her to brush the raven hair from her face almost tenderly. "Caroline, oh God, Caroline, I love you! I love you more now than I've ever loved you! WE ... we both made terrible mistakes tonight, but we can't let it ruin what we have together ... "
"Oh, Gary!" she said, and reached up to cup his face in her hands. "What have we done to one another?"
"Nothing, baby. It will work out, it has to work out."
Will it? she thought, staring into his face. Will it work out, or will this same thing happen again and again. Will Gary sleep with other women? Will I sleep with other men? How can either of us be sure that we won't? How can we trust each other again?
Gary, Gary, why did we come here tonight ... why did you have to let Samantha put her mouth on you, and why did I have to let Rich put his long hard penis into my vagina to cum there, to fill my belly with alien seed?
She pulled his head down and held it cradled against her bosom, feeling the soft moistness of his lips pressed against one swelling breast. And in that moment, oddly and perversely, Caroline began to remember the lewd fucking she had been given by Rich Sutherland. She began to remember his fleshy, blood-enraged cock sawing in and out of her defenseless vagina, his hands cupping and kneading her breasts, his hot breath blowing into her ear. She began to remember how it felt, his prick sliding along her vaginal passage harder and faster. She began to remember her own cumming, in tune with his, and how she had been floating, wonderfully floating in the throes of a climax like she had never before known....
Her nipples began to harden on her jutting breasts, and her cuntal mouth began to moisten with her feminine juices. She could feel her groin tingling, and she began to stroke Rich's head, stroke it gently, positioning his face so that it was pressed into the valley between her lovely globular breasts. Her breath became ragged and pulsating as the lewd images darted back and forth in her mind.
I'm becoming aroused again, she thought in horror. I'm becoming aroused with the need for sex, for release ... I have changed, changed into something unutterably hideous, and I have no control over myself ... Yes, yes, I have control, I have to stop this, I have to stop thinking these thoughts....
But she was only deluding herself, for her whole body was beginning to seethe with passion once more, her brain dwelling on the prurient sensations of her flesh and pushing away all other thoughts ... pushing away the shame and the hurt and the anger and the fear. She spread her legs wide under the covers, opening her cunt, and in a voice that was strange and muffled in her own ears she said, "Gary, darling ... Gary, I want you."
"I want you, Gary. I want you to make love to me. I want you inside me, Gary. Now! Right now!"
He raised his head, staring down at her unbelievingly. Had he heard right? "Caroline, you can't be serious...."
"Oh, yes, I am," she said. "I'm serious, Gary. I want you to make love to me. I want you to ... fuck me, yes that's the term. I want you to fuck me, right here and now in this strange bed in this strange house. I want you to fuck me, Gary, darling. Please fuck me!"
Gary's cock lept into involuntary erection in his trousers at the obscene words his lovely young wife was whispering to him. What was the matter with her? Had she somehow become unhinged by what she had seen, done, on this night? But God, she's so lovely, so perfect ... Yes, I want her, too! Christ, help me, but I want her right now! I want to fuck her!
"Caroline ... oh, Caroline, yes, I want you, I want to ... fuck you!"
"Then do it! Hurry, darling! Get naked. Quickly, quickly!"
Gary suddenly jumped to his feet and began to pull off his clothes for the second time that night. He was becoming incensed with passion as his brain dwelled on his wife's words, for he knew that this wasn't going to be an ordinary coupling between them. This was going to be something new, something special, something he had hoped and prayed for the entire year they had been married.
He was going to fuck his wife instead of simply have sex with her!
Gary undressed and when he was completely nude, his cock like a purplish, swaying snake with its thick mushrooming head and ridged expanse, he lay down on the bed beside Caroline and gathered her into his arms. Her hands went immediately to the bloated sac of his sperm-filled balls, caressing the softness lovingly. Then her hand closed around the base of his shaft and began to rub it lightly, her lips pressed to the side of his neck hotly as if trying to fuse with his skin.
Gary's hand moved down between them to rummage in the moist, hair-lmed furrow between his wife's velvet soft thighs, little moans of rising pleasure escaping his lips. This foreplay was driving him to the brink of explosion, and the heat in his balls was intense and billowing. He wanted to fuck her! Fuck her right now, this second, he couldn't wait to shove his long throbbing prick deep up into his wife's belly.
"Caroline!" he groaned, wanting to use the words with her he knew Rich Sutherland had used. "Caroline, take my cock and put it in your pussy! Do it now, baby! I want you now, baby!"
Caroline, too, was on fire, thinking only of fulfillment from the great burgeoning desire consuming her flesh. She raised herself quickly beside him, up onto all fours on the bed. She dipped her fingers down between his splayed legs, seizing his oscillating cock again and teasing the hardened head maddeningly, making Gary squirm and groan with the intensity of her maneuvers. After a moment, she moved forward, raising one leg and sliding it across him so that she was straddling his belly with her knees pressed to his sides. The tight, elastic opening of her moist red cuntal mouth was spread open above the quivering head of his cock in her hand. She guided the hot, fleshy monster up to her desire-wet vagina, teasing the glans along the butter-soft slit with tantalizing slowness.
Gary moaned ecstatically, and she crooned, "Do you like that, baby?"
"Oooooohhhhhhhh, yesssssssssss!" he bubbled.
Suddenly, without warning, Caroline dropped and impaled herself on his lust-burning rod ... as if it were an orange stick and she was a . ... a....taffy apple!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she squealed as the full length of her husband's cock filled her vagina, slamming painfully against her cervix. She sat hard against his bloated balls, feeling them bulging against her buttocks and the furrow between. She began immediately to bob up and down, leaning forward on her hands spread wide out on either side of her husband. Her full, rich breasts danced wildly, the nipples brushing his hirsute chest. Her cunt climbed his cock to the very crest, fell back to sheath it completely, climbed once more to the crest, fell back to once more rise ... The sensitive muscles of her warm, wet tunnel clasped the turgid pole tightly, squeezing it, releasing it, squeezing it again as if it were a cow's teat and her pussy a strong milker's hand.
"That's it, baby, that's ittttttttt!" Gary screamed up at her, taking one asscheek in either hand and kneading it almost savagely in his passion. "Fuck it, Caroline, my darling! Oh, Caroline, God, Caroline, ride my prick and make me cum like you did it to Rich!"
Caroline's cuntal passage was one throbbing area of exquisite joy, so great a joy that she strove like she had never striven before to reach the pinnacle of the orgasm which was swirling through her in building waves.
Dear God, dear, God! her brain cried. This was beautiful! This was wonderful! Never had there been anything as good as this! How could she have been so blind in matters sexual? She wasn't a whore....wasn't a whore at all....No, for the first time, she realized that she was just a woman, a woman coming awake as if from some dormancy, a women coming aware of desires and passions and depths which she had never known or even suspected were there!
She was alive! She was alive!
Gary's fingers were digging into the soft, firm flesh of her full, pliant buttocks now, manipulating the sweat-slick moons. The hard digits slipped boldly into the softly sensitive crevice between Caroline's satin-smooth, perfectly shaped mounds, spreading them wide to expose the tiny, puckered, brownish nether ring of her naked anus. Her asshole! He could feel with his fingertips the outward-pulling of her cunt lips as she drew sensuously on his hardened shaft, the inward-contracting of the fluted mouth when she drove down on the blood-swollen member. The feeling further excited him, and he teased his right index finger back up to probe the wrinkled anus with its uselessly defensive tough ring of muscle, slipping the nail of the finger inside and in so doing, eliciting mewls of pleasurable pain from his wife, Caroline's beautifully enticing, voluptuous form above him. How good it was to see her enjoy it so much. It was incredible. He could hardly believe it was the same woman, and he was almost sure he would awaken at any moment. He was seized suddenly with a wicked urge in order to achieve a greater good. Yes in order that we might both learn something new and wonderful about ourselves and about life, that we might become better and happier and more fulfilled people!
"Harder!" she cried out to her husband beneath her undulating body, tossing her head from side to side in wild abandon and swirling her long blonde hair about her face. "Fuck harder, Gary darling, fuck me harder with your cock and your finger! Make me cum, darling, make me cum at the same time you cum!"
The obscene words spewing unbelievably from the lips of his young wife caused Gary to lever up off the bed, drubbing his cock deep into her belly, worming his finger madly in her rectum. She thrust down and back, down and back in a lewd rocking rhythm, ramming the swollen head of his bludgeoning cock hard against her cervix, imbedding his finger to its fullest length in the soft darkness of her anal passage. The exquisite unison of the two invading members and her own frenzied and abandoned jerkings were completely attuned now, perfectly in time. She reveled in the lascivious gushing sounds his cock and his finger made as they withdrew, jerked back into her cunt and her rectum. They increased her lust so that the spiraling crescendo of her orgasm climbed higher, higher, reached the peak ... And she was there!
She was cumming, cumming for the first time like a real woman, cumming like she had never cum before even with Rich Sutherland, cumming like a loving wife with her husband's prick buried deep inside her!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A A AA A A A A A A A AGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Gary chanted as he felt his own orgasm hit, the hot torrents of his sticky white semen flashing like a floodtide along his cock from his balls. "Me too, Caroline, me tooooooooooooo!"
Flames of his jetting cum washed against her cervix, filling her vagina with heat as intense as any blaze, overflowing out of the clasping, twitching cavern and cascading down around Gary's madly jerking prick like some impossibly lewd waterfall to pool on his belly, to mat both their pubic triangles with connecting strands of the milky white liquid. And Caroline's juices, too, were added to the flood as she floated away once more into that strange, ecstatic galaxy of mindless delight. She jerked and bucked and twisted, riding his spurting cock and his twisting finger, riding them like they were the finest of stallions and she an expert bronco buster.
Finally, she returned to sanity as Gary withdrew his now-deflated prick and his finger simultaneously, the two escaping digits of her lover making equally soft, wet plopping sounds at her cunt and her rectum. She collapsed across him, still half-insane with satiated rapture, and nuzzled her head into the hollow of his throat, feeling their mingled juices coagulating between their tightly pressed stomachs as if it was some irremovable glue binding them forever together.
A long time later, Gary whispered softly, stroking her tangled,-sweat-dampened hair, "Oh God, darling ... oh God, I never thought anything could be that good! Never dreamed of it!"
"Oh yes!" she agreed. "Oh yes, my sweet, it was positively fantastic!"
"Better than with ... with Rich Sutherland?"
"A thousand times better! And did Samantha make you any happier than I just did?"
"Hell, no! She couldn't even come close!"
"I love you, Gary, I really do," Caroline whispered. "And I ... F ... forgive you for what happened tonight."
"And I love you ... and forgive you, too."
"You know something, Gary my darling? I'm glad you ... you did what you did with Samantha and I'm glad I did what I did with Rich. I'm glad because it made what we just had together possible."
Gary was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Yes. Yes, you're right. I'm glad too, because ... well, honey, our sex life hasn't been that great until now. I'm sorry to have to say it, but...."
"Shhh," she crooned, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. "I know, baby I know I was too inhibited, I know that now. But it'll be different from now on. I'm ... well I guess I'm changed by this night, this party. I feel like I'm a different woman."
"I think you are, honey. And I'm so happy that you are that I can't begin to tell you!"
They were silent for a long time, lost in the presence of one another, in what they had discovered between them. Finally Caroline said, "You know ... I think Samantha and Rich planned what happened tonight. I really do."
"I was thinking about that, too," Gary said. "And I agree there's that two-way mirror that you told me about. And Samantha seemed pretty confident, as if she knew we weren't going to get caught because of some prearranged plan."
"Yes," said Caroline. "And Rich led me in here and directly to that mirror as if he knew all along what was happening in that bathtub."
"It's funny, but I can't be angry at them for it. I mean, look what it's done for us!"
"I didn't think I could ever face either of them again, but now I can," the young wife said. "And not be ashamed."
"Then-shall we stay the night?" Gary asked. "When Rich told me you were in here, he suggested we do just that."
"I'd love to," Caroline said. "I'm ... too tired and contented to move anyway."
She rolled off of her husband and lay pressed close to him on the love-soaked bed. After a few moments, completely satiated and guilt-free in their new-found love for one another, they fell dreamlessly asleep together.