Chapter 10
By late Sunday afternoon, Chris was really worried about his wife. It wasn't like her to stay away from home this long. He'd treated her badly, he realized. And maybe she was just avoiding him and his coldness. But he couldn't help but feel that something else was going on. And it probably involved that jerk, Craig Hobbs.
Ginny and Holly had left long ago, though not before insisting that he take photographs of their cum-drenched faces. He had all afternoon to brood and worry over what Nancy was up to. For the first time, he began to wonder if she planned to leave him, to go live with Hobbs or something. It was a distinct possibility, after all. The thought terrified him. Nancy may have betrayed him and fucked another man. In fact she was probably fucking another man right this minute. But he loved her dearly. He needed her. And the thought of losing her for good was unbearable.
Besides, hadn't he evened the score several times over by fucking two teenaged sluts?
He tried his best to keep busy. He actually began developing the latest obscene photographs he'd taken of Ginny and her friend. But it was damn near impossible to concentrate. Several times during the course of the afternoon, he picked up the phone, meaning to call Craig Hobbs and find out if Nancy was with him. But each time, he put down the receiver. He couldn't bring himself to make the call.
Finally, around five o'clock, when he was just about climbing the walls, the front door opened-and there she was.
Nancy was all alone, and she looked drained and exhausted. But to him, she seemed more beautiful then he'd ever seen her. He had a sudden urge to grab her and crush her in his arms, but she didn't seem in any mood for physical contact.
"Nancy, where have you been? I've been very worried," he admitted, following her into the bedroom. "Why didn't you at least call and let me know where you were?"
"Please, Chris, no questions. No lectures. I'm exhausted. I feel like I've run a fucking marathon."
She lay down on the bed in her clothes and stared at the ceiling. She placed the back of her hand on her forehead, as if she had a headache. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at her, his heart pounding softly. He really wanted to hold her, but he didn't dare.
"You were with that Craig Hobbs guy, I suppose." he muttered. His voice was full of feeling, but there was no bitterness in it.
She turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes were tired and calm. Her hair was wet, he noticed, as if she'd just had a shower. There was no make-up on her face. None at all. She looked lovely, like a fresh young teenager. She was just the way she looked when he had first met her.
"I was with Craig Hobbs, yes," she said tiredly. Her eyes gazed steadily into his.
"I suppose you fucked him?"
"Among other things, yes."
"Well, it doesn't matter," he said, his voice determined. "I realize now why you went off to fuck him. I wasn't giving you what you wanted. You're a highly sexed woman. You needed more than I could give you. But I've changed. This whole affair has changed things for me. From now on, I'll give you everything you want. I'll fuck you twenty hours a day if you want."
Nancy laughed softly. "Don't you think it's a little late, Chris? Don't you think we should consider a permanent separation?"
"No! Definitely not. I love you too much for that. Listen, we can make our marriage work again. I'm willing to do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Absolutely."
"Listen, Chris. You know what I did this afternoon? I was with Craig Hobbs, ves. But there were two other men with him. Absolute strangers to me. Three men altogether! And I had sex with all three of them at the same time! And I enjoyed it! Do you want a wife who gets off on such things? You say you'll do anything for me. Would you watch while I fucked and sucked three or more men at the same time? Because I can't guarantee I won't do it again."
For a moment, Chris was silent. His face flushed as he listened to her. So that was it. Nancy had progressed beyond Craig Hobbs. She was taking on all comers now. Absolute strangers. In groups. Well, was he any different?
"Nancy, I have a confession to make. You're not the only one who's been fooling around," he said.
Her eyes brightened with interest for the first time. She removed her hand from her forehead and propped herself up on one elbow. She watched him closely, as if really seeing him for the first time.
"You remember Ginny Morgan? Well, I've been fooling around with her. And with her friend Holly, too, as a matter of fact. Just this morning, I took on the two of them together. It was quite a session, I can tell you."
Nancy gazed at him, a smile beginning to spread over her lovely mouth. For a moment, she didn't say anything. She was trying to imagine Chris with two horny teenagers.
"I don't believe you. You're making this up," she said. "You're just not the type."
"I have photographs to prove it," he said.
And before she could say another word, he had jumped up and left the room. She heard him go down into the basement, but within seconds he was back with her on the bed. He spread several photographs out on the coverlet in front of her.
Her first thought was that the cock in the pictures belonged to one of Ginny's boyfriends. But she soon recognized it as her husband's cock. She knew it very well. She poured over the photographs for quite some time, studying each one in turn. The smile widened on her mouth.
"Well, I'll be damned," she said at last. "You old fucker! You let this little slut suck your cock-and for all our married life, you wouldn't let me do that to you!"
"I know, Nancy. And I'm sorry. I'll never forgive myself. But the point is, I've changed. It took you leaving me for Hobbs, and a teenaged slut named Ginny, but I've finally learned a thing or two about sex, and about myself. I've learned a lot about us."
He reached over and squeezed her big tit. She didn't shrink away. She let him feel her. But she went right on examining the photographs, as if she couldn't take her eyes off them. She kept returning to the shots of Ginny splattered with cum. They reminded her of what she'd been up to with Hobbs and Mickey all afternoon.
"So we both like to fuck around behind each other's back," she said at last. "Isn't that ah the more reason to let our marriage fold?"
"No! Don't you see? Things are different now. We can both fuck around if we want to, but we can stay married. Why not? I mean, I wish you didn't need other men. I'm sure I could give up my teenaged sluts with no effort. But if you need more Cocks than mine to keep you happy, I'm willing to accept that. I mean it."
"You mean we carry on as before, two respectable teachers happily married to each other? But whenever we feel like it, we go off and fuck or suck whomever we want to?"
"Yes! We could even share partners with each other once in a while. Have a family gang-bang. Why not?"
He slid his hand up under her dress, feeling the nylon of her stocking give way to the elastic strip of her garter. She was wearing no panties, and his fingers slipped easily into her soft warm pussy. She shivered slightly, as if her cunt was extra sensitive. But she didn't resist. She spread her legs apart for him, in fact.
"It would never work, Chris. Those arrangements never do," she sighed, pushing the photographs aside at last. "People get jealous. Things happen."
"We'll make it work! I'll make it work. I'm not going to let you go. I'll work my balls off to keep you satisfied. And I'll even watch you make it with other men, if that's what you want."
He pulled his fingers from her cunt suddenly and knelt up on the bed in front of her. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his limp cock, and waved it at her. He began to jack off, and almost at once his prick started to thicken in his fist. He angled it up toward her mouth.
"Go ahead. Suck it. It's what you've wanted for so long. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it!"
"Chris, I'm tired. I've sucked more cocks in the last twenty-four hours than most women suck in a lifetime. The last thing I need is another."
But she didn't pull away. Her fingers curled around her husband's cock and she squeezed it affectionately. His cock was growing fast. He might have fucked with two teenaged sluts earlier in the day, but he seemed to be ready for more action now. She was flattered.
"Take your time. We've got all the time in the world. Suck my cock, and then later I'll eat your cunt. I'll even call you dirty names if you want me to."
"Really? You'll call me cunt and slut and cock-sucker, just the way I wanted you to?" She grinned. There was mischief in her eyes.
"I'll do anything you ask. And I may even come up with some tricks of my own that you hadn't thought of."
Nancy smiled. It probably wouldn't work, she thought. The whole set-up for their future was shaky. But she was willing to give it a try if he was.
She lowered her head and slipped his stiff cock between her lips. She began to suck his prick eagerly.