Chapter 3

Paula lounged in the hot tub, her arms resting on the outer edges of the tub. Beads of perspiration pitted her face. The bathroom was filled with steam from her bath. Her eyelids were shuttered in luxuriant relaxation.

She felt like a candidate that had just been subjected to an initiation into a secret society. Every muscle in her body seemed to ache. The sphincter of her ass felt as though it would never be the same.

The past two days were unbelievable. Here she was! Paula Simmons! Strait-laced, a blue nose!

With conscious traits and patterns of behavior developed during her upbringing that were in direct opposition to the strong trends within her unconscious. Unconscious! She had to be out of her mind to be doing the things she was doing! If she didn't watch her step, the next move could be going out into the street and openly soliciting.

That bastard, Kolich! She had a premonition something like this would happen. He had been parked outside her house the other day and saw the plumber leave. That dirty mother-fucker of a plumber! He had taken twenty dollars from her. Then sold her out for a ten dollar bill to Kolich!

She opened her eyes. What the hell was happening to her? It was bad enough that she was indulging in these perverted acts! Now she was using obscene language. It was completely out of character for her.

And what did Kolich say when he left? He was going to bring in some of his friends to abuse her! And that corny shit! You're gonna be all tied up!

For the first time, real fear manifested itself. Neither the plumber or Kolich could be trusted. More people would soon find out about her unnatural sex appetite. Eventually, it could get back to Ralph. Boy! Would he have a fit!

As much as she disliked the decision, Paula made up her mind to be nice to her husband that night. The temptation to tell him of her strange desires entered her mind. It was quickly dismissed. She doubted if he would understand, especially if she confessed her indiscretions.

Getting out of the tub, she toweled herself dry. In the medicine cabinet she found a tube of ointment and applied it to her sore ass-hole. As an afterthought, she found a sanitary panty. She didn't want the ointment to stain her dress.

Finished with her purification rites, she contemplated going over to Kolich's house. She would tell him off. Either leave her alone or she would call the police! That was a stupid ultimatum ! After two sexual incidents, the police would laugh at her for preferring that kind of a charge. They would more than-likely accuse her of prostitution.

Paula bit her lip in desperate contemplation. What the hell could she threaten Kolich with? The entire situation was getting too complex to reason out. She needed something to relax her so that she could think better. A movie might help.

The movie didn't help much. Three and a half hours shot to hell watching a double feature! Paula hurried home. The movie didn't elicit any solution to her problem. There was supper to prepare. Maybe she could get Ralph to take her out for supper. Chinese food! That's it! Tell him that Chinese food was a great aphrodisiac.

Ralph came home promptly at five. Then the ritual! The kiss, the pat on the ass, and the standard password!

He accepted her suggestion enthusiastically. The meal was good, the atmosphere pleasant, and the rest of the evening promised to be a sexually enjoyable one.

Paula went to the bathroom to ready herself for bed. When she returned to the bedroom, Ralph was stretched out on the bed. He was completely nude with the covers turned down. His hand was clasped around the base of his readied hard-on. Ralph grinned lewdly at her as he waved his hardened cock.

"It's been waiting for you, darling," he said. "If you can guess what I have in my hand, you can have it."

Paula realized that she should enter into the spirit of this kind of marital banter. There was a similarity between her husband's remarks and the coarse remarks of the men who fucked her. That repulsed her. Yet, if she could degrade herself by pretending with these other men, why couldn't she do it with Ralph?

She forced herself to smile. "Let me try it on for size. If I like it, I'll keep it," she answered.

He nodded his head. "Fair enough. What would you like to do first?"

"I want to sit on it!" she said surprised at her daring.

It was a position they never used. Psychologically, Paula felt that it gave the woman a certain superiority. The woman was on top of the man. She was in the dominant position. That's what she wanted now! Dominance! For the past two days, men were dominating her. Ralph was giving her the opportunity to reverse the situation.

He didn't offer any objection. Instead, there was a look of pleasant surprise on his face. "Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Variety is the spice of sex."

Paula approached the bed, straddling his hips. Slowly, she lowered herself against the source of his pleasure. Her hands parted her cunt as he guided his cock into her snatch.

She leaned back against his knees which he had raised as a back rest for her. His prick was completely enveloped in her cuntal cavity. Their pubic hairs pressed together. In her mind, her husband was now helplessly at her mercy. If she was so disposed, she would favor him with sexual pleasures.

His hands reached up and gently caressed her soft full tits. He started to grind his hips a little to begin the action.

"Not yet!" It was soft with a hint of a command to stop.

"Atta girl!" he exclaimed. "Let's make it last!"

Ralph's remark irritated her. She didn't want him telling her what to do. She was in command now. This fuck was going to be done her way.

His hands slipped down from her tits along her stomach and rested upon her clitoris. He began a slow gentle massage of the miniature female prick. It didn't have the same rigidity as his own cock. His intentional manipulation made it erect.

Paula began to roll her cunt back and forth, up and down on his strong fleshy prong. She deliberately moved slowly to prolong his orgasm. Ralph began to rub faster and harder against her clitoris.

After her sexual interludes, she found herself unresponsive to his digital ministrations. The hell with it, she said to herself! I'll get this stupid thing over with so I can get some sleep and Ralph won't bother me anymore.

She began to move faster, increasing the tempo of her thrusts. Ralph matched her motions with his own pelvic thrusts. At the same time, his fingers masturbated her clitty faster and harder.

"Oh, honey!" she exclaimed. "Do me faster, faster. I'm coming, I'm coming! Quick, let's come together!"

Her voice lacked the ecstatic exultation that had accompanied her previous sexual episodes. It didn't seem to affect Ralph. His breathing was labored as he attempted to match her erotic thrusts. The position he was in was also a slight handicap. In spite of this, he managed to experience a climax at the foment of her exhortation to come at the same time she was coming.

Inside her dormant cunt, she felt his orgasmic spasms spilling out the viscous fluid. His hands gripped her hips, pressing her down on him.

"Oh, honey! That's goo-o-o-oood! I'm shooting like crazy and I can feel your hot lovely orgasm shooting inside of me," she lied.

Paula waited awhile and then rolled off of him.

"That was wonderful, dear!" he told her. "We haven't had a good fuck like that for a long time. We'll have to do this more often."

"Sure, dear!" she answered and silently added, Not if I can help it!