Chapter 8
It was the most wonderful weekend of Ann's life. Her husband was unable to get enough of her. He was like some young kid in his twenties on his honeymoon, fucking, fucking, and fucking again, and she took every stroke of his cock into her mouth or her cunt, thrilling to the way he filled her with himself. She, too, was unable to get enough of it.
Much of it was the sex, of course, but most of it was the simple fact that he was David, whom she loved, and wanted to be part of, and she was Ann, to whom he had waited for so long ... twelve years! Twelve long years! But as far as David was concerned, it was worth every day of it, because she more than made up for it with her eagerness to please him now. In pleasing him, she also pleased herself.
When Monday arrived, the two of them were worn out. But David went to work, and Ann tended to the house. She cleaned and cooked and hummed to herself, feeling happy until she did the washing. That was when she saw Chris's boy scout shirt, and she was reminded of the fact that she had an appointment with Mike Refizzo sometime that week. What was more, she knew she had to keep it. Now that she had her happiness again, she wasn't going to let that man rob her of it.
She would go along with what he wanted ... for now, but if he tried making further demands on her when they returned from the scouting trip, she would cut the man's throat with a rusty razor. What the hell! It was a little-enough sacrifice to make for her initial infidelity, an infidelity that had proven necessary in order for her to come to life again. But Refizzo would be her last unfaithful act. So she thought, but little did she know what Mike Refizzo had in mind.
Mike Refizzo, aside from suffering under delusions of impotence, delusions brought on by lack of self-confidence and tremendous insecurity, was your basic everyday animal in human skin. He wasn't the kind of man who believed in compromise or decency. Either things were rotten because they weren't working out for him, or things were great because he had the opportunity to step on someone.
Mike's becoming a scoutmaster wasn't something he did out of the goodness of his heart. When he had been younger and had joined thd boy scouts himself, his den leader had been a bully. The man had gone on to supervising the entire troop, bullying all the younger kids, Mike included. As a result, Mike realized nothing was more improtant than a modicum of power. So, Mike had risen through the ranks of the scouts, becoming an eagle scout. By the time he was twenty-one, he was offering his services as a scoutmaster, and the boy scouts, being tremendously understaffed, especially up in Maine, were only too happy to accept his offer. As a result, Mike Refizzo finally had his power. What was more, he enjoyed lording it over the younger boys, treating them like dirt, making them feel inferior, so that no matter how well they did, he always found something to criticize.
Now Mike Refizzo had a chance to gain power, if only for a short time, over one of the snooty housewives whose kids were in his pack, and as a result, his inferiority complex pushed itself into the background, and the same monstrous instincts he used to rule the scout troop were going to be used to dominate Ann Corso, temporarily restoring his virility.