Chapter 10

Things kept going from good to better after those first few weeks of glorious reacquaintance. Marcia felt like a teenager again, but in a much lustier way than she had actually been. For now she was being a woman in the fullest sense of the word and losing more of her inhibitions as every day went by.

There was the beautiful summer night when they took a long drive at 2:00 A.M. and wound up parking in a desolate area. Normally Marcia would have felt frightened and uptight in such a place, but at this moment the darkness, the isolation and the feeling of doing something sneaky were everything that she could possibly want. Somehow it made her feel like a naive kid again. Only then when she had been driven out to a desolate spot in her youth, she had cried and begged to be taken back home.

"Guess this is kind of a come-down for you, Miss High and Mighty," Jack commented as he parked the car near the edge of the cliff and facing the star-sparked water.

"This might be awful for our neighbor ladies, but getting laid in the back seat of this car is the kickiest ride in the world for me right now. Can't wait to feel that upholstery rubbing my bare bottom raw. Say, how come you're still in the front seat when I'm already back here?"

"Just getting my cock in gear."

"Hurry up, will ya? My cunt is just itching for a good plowing. Feels like I haven't had anything in there in years. Too many years."

There were no street noises out there in the darkness but for the moon and the dazzling stars, there was only the softly lapping river, the crickets and a man who would give her the pleasure of a stiff dick.

It gave her a lovely sense of peace in every part of her body except between her legs, where all was liquid heat and yearning to be even more so. She tugged her dress up under her well rounded backside and began to rub at her panty covered pussy. It was a delicious feeling to have the light breeze wafting over her naked thighs and rubbing her cunt to pulsating vigor. She could all but feel his hot breath down there, and without even looking over the seat to see what he was doing, Marcia was sure that Jack's tongue had to be hanging out while he was watching her get at it.

She was dead right, of course, and a few seconds later was happily assured of it. Soon Jack moved to the far side of the front seat and turned to look at her just once before climbing over the back.

"Oh, wow!," he muttered and couldn't get his mouth closed again. Out there in the moonlight all her healthy good looks came bubbling up to the surface again, as if she had somehow been reborn.

The result was fresh, pretty and romantic. Happiness and freedom seemed to be oozing out of every pore, and Marcia fairly glowed with it.

Her mind was wiped clean of her obligation as a wife. There was only the night, this man and his throbbing baseball bat. What else could any horny woman want?

"A girl shouldn't have to do this kind of work for herself," Marcia beckoned as she rubbed her pussy with an even more tantalizing friction.

"Where's that gentleman's gallantry I always hear about?"

"Coming right up, lady. And I do mean up," he chuckled and clambered over the back seat, grabbing her wrist away from between her widespread thighs on the-way over.

He was back there with her in a flash and not a moment too soon as far as Marcia was concerned. Why was she so desperate for this particular fuck with a guy who could give it to her anytime and with a roof over her head?

Her husband over the back was falling into her open arms before she had any more time to analyze her thoughts, and she opened her mouth to accept his tongue and his love. Adults didn't kiss like that. Eager, horney kids did ... and God! did she ever love that spit dripping down her throat. Fresh as milk, and full of excitement.

This was no time to play the very proper woman. Tonight they were just two hungry kids, hungry for the kind of satisfaction that only a good, healthy screwing could give them. It was everything that Marcia wanted or could want. She began to purr like a happy little sex kitten, winding her arms around his neck and playing the young, eager girl for all she was worth. A dynamite performance because it was all so real for them.

His hard-on was grinding away at her crotch even through his pants, making her feel the friction that much more for the roughness of the gabardine against the sheerness of the dainty panties. There wasn't any way that a hand could give a massage like that.

Not only were her cuntlips hot and swelling open because of those great vibrations, but her clit was swelling up right along with them, poking through the slim opening and seeking some stimulation for itself. This pursuit was not in vain.

Could it be? Impossible to believe. But the tremors were there and then the heated trickle of joyjuice. A small one to be sure, but even a small come at that early stage in the game was a miracle in itself. Getting turned on and enjoying it seemed to get easier all the time.

Until this moment in time she had been either too young and innocent to get the kind of jolts that sex had to give, or too high up on her dignified ladder to fully enjoy what her husband could give her. Oh, pleasure, pleasure. Wasn't that the best ingredient for a marriage along with happiness?

Work and home were great, but not like this. Nothing was like this. Even kid stuff like kissing and petting were coming off now like new, kinky thrills to her and she shivered from all the free, new sensations. Marcia wanted to surrender herself, be the young innocent in every way and let this horney dude of a husband coax-her along until he got her where she wanted to be ... hot as hell and humping like her life depended on it.

She only hoped that he wasn't going to go proper on her. This time they were spending was more special than she could ever make him understand. As if she had to recapture her youth and start to live it the right way now.

"Make love to me, please," she murmured in a voice that sounded every bit the teenager she was feeling like at that moment.

"Just leave it to me, baby: I'll take care of everything," he told her and heaved a sigh of relief because it looked like she was going to let him be the real man he always wanted to be with her and then some.

He kissed her everywhere that there was bare flesh, while his hand roamed across her chest and finally settled on one of the big, heaving tits. The nipple beneath the silky fabric of her blouse and the sheerer one of her bra could be felt as a sharp point, a clear indication of her ready arousal.

Marcia wanted this crazy session. She wanted him so badly she could just about taste it.

His hands were pressing in hard to her tits, but still not hard enough for her. Even if it meant that he would have to hurt her a little, Marcia needed the strongest sensations she could possibly get to complete her fantasy. Who knew when she would ever again be able to enjoy a real-live fuck in the dark like young girls did and thrived on?

"Mmmn, nice. Do that some more," she requested and pressed her hands down on the backs of his own so that he would get exactly the message she was trying to convey.

Tentatively, he rubbed harder knowing that he would have to be irritating such sensitive areas by then, but seeing that she wanted this, at least in some small way. It was kind of weird, especially for Marcia, but then being in the back seat of a car with her husband wasn't exactly normal.

Still, it was obvious that she was pleading for this treatment, as he could see her wincing from it, yet pushing herself up against his hands for more. Marcia was hoping that the wildness of this scene would leave some permanent mark in her memory, something she could go back to and enjoy again when she was feeling down in the dumps about the changes in her when she wasn't sure which way was right.

She could feel the twinges radiating out from the nipples and to the furthest edges of her breasts now. Her body was coming alive again because of it, and she no longer felt any fatigue from the long day of meetings she had just left behind. It was good that this man was so understanding of all her different moods.

In their cramped quarters, they had to roll and twist about a great deal before they could even come close to a proper embrace. Marcia's skirt kept riding up all the time they were going through the motions, and she soon felt the plush, prickly surface of the soft upholstery rubbing through the spaces in her lace panties and heating up her assflesh with such delicious sensations.

Marcia rubbed her backside against it a few more times for good measure and sighed. Amazing what a girl could get out of some of the simple things in life. And now to get some good vibrations to the front of her body as well. With just a bit more jostling, she managed to get her body perfectly aligned with the front of Jack's and began a brisk rubbing to his chest and crotch area with everything she had.

He was plying the back of her mouth with his tongue again, and his prick continually swelled from the wild way she had of massaging it with her lace covered cunt. It was peaceful enough out there for her to just stay and take the entire night at simple sex play before getting down to the heavy stuff. But there were compulsions deep within her that couldn't wait to be satisfied. Marcia needed his cock, and she needed it now!

"Hurry, will you," she pleaded and hiked her skirt all the way up to her waistline.

He had a clear view of the great delights that were waiting for him now, and it thrilled him to his very core.

She could actually feel steam in her crotch now, her own lusting thoughts and that nagging, mysterious urgency heating her so that she had to clutch the edges of the seat to keep from ripping her clothes off by herself. Around and around she grazed her nearly bare ass on the upholstery, giving Jack a rough time following her around with his hands so he could unhook the red garter belt and drop her stockings from her legs.

Those gorgeous legs opened by sexual instinct, and she drew her knees up until she could find no more room for one of her feet, and quickly threw it over the edge of the front seat and out of the way. Everything she had was twitching with heated desire and her body was already humping against his hands before he could even get them to the waistband of her panties.

The simple touch of his fingertips as they rubbed their way up to the elastic was enough to send her pussy into small wet spasms again. He couldn't believe his ears when he heard her moaning from what he considered to be just about nothing on his part.

He had to be feeling the kinkiness of their situation. His hands were shaking as he pulled the panties down, and Marcia ran out of what little patience she had been able to muster.

Her hands reached out for his pants and she unzipped them in a flash. His big, stiff dick was already poking through the piss space in his jockey shorts and she pushed the head of it back in so she would be able to get the shorts down to his ankles as well. Jack was momentarily startled. She had made such quick work of his clothes that his hot dick was already pressing against the smooth flesh of her belly just above the tufts of her cunthairs before he fully realized how it had happened.

Marcia's body was still going around in that tantalizing circle and she held the tip of his blood engorged dick against her as she went, drawing an outline of his pre-fuck juices on herself and feeling the heat of that sticky stuff seep into her flesh.

The eye of his dick was like a little mouth kissing her body and soul-kissing at that. So warm, so gooey, and so thickly throbbing in her hand. Was there ever a greater toy meant for womankind?

Since he was content to do whatever she wished at that moment, Marcia had no trouble sliding her free hand between their bodies so she could tickle her clit while she was at it. All she had to do was press her finger down against it and his prick did all the rubbing for her.

Those wonderful coarse hairs of a man's body were just dynamite for warming a girl's cunt. She simply spread her lips a little and they grazed her inner walls as well. Ahhhh, just feel that lovely love button swell!!

Her juices had to be making a gooey mess of his hairs by then. She could feel them seeping out of her at a very steady rate.

I'll bet I could really get myself off like this with just a little more work, she thought, and stealthily moved the tip of his dick down far enough to be hitting at the top of her cunt and the swollen nub that was already vibrating with sexual energy.

Masturbating her clit with his prickhead was so great that she was already in the first throes of a really rousing orgasm before he realized what he had allowed her to do to herself with his very own joint. That bitch was using him like a dildo!

He tried to pull his dick back and out of her hand, but Marcia wouldn't let him go more than a fraction of an inch without fighting back. He had already succeeded in breaking the hot trance that had her right on the edge of soaking down the seat. But that dick wasn't going anyplace else except into her hole, and she grasped it even more tightly as she whispered in his ear.

"Don't you worry, you big, beautiful stud. I could get off ten times with your beautiful cock. Just teasing myself with it. But I'm teased enough now. I want my hole filled with this meat so bad, I can't stand it. Give it to me now, honey. Right now."

In a state of near pain as her body continued to strain for that much-needed orgasm, she reached between his legs and quickly but gently pulled at his balls in a desperate effort to keep the lid on his come a little longer. It worked and they both heaved a sigh of relief. His body wound down just enough and Marcia began to guide his dick towards the outer reaches of her channel, hoping he now had regained enough of his self-control to give her insides the real walloping they needed.

While he was still snorting like a charging bull, Marcia quickly realized there was little cause for concern. Jack had a playful gleam in his eye now, bent on torturing her a bit, as she had done to him before.

First he pulled his prick away from her leaking slit, and began to play with that spot in a boyish manner instead using his fingers when he knew very well what she really needed. Her heart was pounding harder than for sexual excitement alone. Deep emotions could be felt as well.

"Gimme that dick. Oh please!!!!!"

The terror he heard in her voice at that moment frightened the shit out of him and without even stopping to ask himself why, Jack hopped to it as fast as possible. Taking his prick in hand now, he pushed it back into line with the sticky borders of her slit and rubbed up and down along it with his dripping cockhead, pressing in until it found its own way to the start of her inner hole.

The blind head hit time and again against her incredibly swollen lovebutton and Marcia bit sharply into the side of his neck as the exquisite pleasure had her frantic to come all over again. Even the pressure from his hot, blunt instrument was enough to make her shake all over.

Sweat was pouring out all over her body and she clutched at the neck line of her dress as if she wished she could rip it right off herself. Jack, half out of his mind himself, threw all caution to the winds and tore it down the front, taking her bra along with it.

The entire front of her body was bare and gleaming in the thin stream of moonlight filtering in through the passion-fogged window. Her clothes lay in rags at the side of her and Marcia felt every inch the ravished maiden that she must have looked like. For once in her life, humility was much more fun than dignity.

Marcia pushed down on his head so that it was guided to her heaving tit now, and Jack picked up on the cue immediately. Marcia was going in so many different directions at the same time that he had long since given up on trying to understand her. All he could do was follow her sexual currents like the salt waves beyond them were doing.

He started sucking and licking at the tasty globe with such great skill that Marcia realized she could easily come a few more times before Jack did. Why not? she thought to herself. Anything goes tonight.

"Down, boy ... Down ... Head south where it's nice and warm!" she cooed. "Do it for me and I'll do it for you."

All he did was nod and start mouthing his way down the front of her body, licking a straight line through the sweat and picking up on the pungent, heated scent of her as he went further down to where the kinky hairs began. His tongue was already out and he was fully prepared to lap up every last drop of joyjuice that his mouthwork produced.

"Not like that. Turn yourself around so I can do you."

The thought was a hell of a lot easier than the achievement in their cramped quarters, but there was her writhing, naked body for encouragement and he finally managed to get himself face down, his balls hanging directly over her open, drooling mouth. Flicking her tongue up at them, Marcia ran it between the two nuts and munched on a couple of the kinky hairs while he was busy spreading out her pussylips with his fingers and laying bare her passion reddened clit so he could have a good lick at it.

Her vaginal muscles were beating a steady, contracting rhythm against his hand, squeezing fluids on his fingers, and sucking them ever inward. It was as if his face were being called down there by some hypnotic spell and his tongue curled itself into a sword-like shape and stabbed into the dark red divide.

When it came, Marcia's orgasm was not only strong, but so sudden that it surprised them both. The heat of her as the come boiled over and steamed down into his mouth was so close that he felt faint.

Even while it happened though, she didn't forget her duty to the man who had helped to bring it about. Her hips were mashing her gushing cunt up against his face and smearing it all over with her come, but Marcia never stopped sucking on his throbbing dick until her jaws were closing tightly against the sensitive glands on either side of his cockhead and helping them pump every drop of his load down her own throat.

The mutual come stopped as suddenly as it had begun, without the gradual winding down that lovers normally shared. With the last drop of Marcia's juice that trickled onto the sated man's tongue, reality returned to life and she was suddenly sad.

"It can't always be like this, can it Jack?" she sobbed.

"No, but maybe we wouldn't enjoy the few times that it can so much if we lived it every day of our lives. I love the way you are now, Marcia. I won't deny it. But there were things about you before that were also very beautiful. A little of everything and all in healthy balance would be just fine with me. Playing kids is fun, but we aren't kids after all, and there's something to be said for maturity too."

"I guess you're right, Jack. Maybe I'm just behaving this way because it's all still so new to me. Maybe I have to do a little more adjusting and find a way to strike a happy medium. This is very important to me, Jack. As important as making you happy."

"You do make me happy, love, and in a way you always have. There was just this wall building up between us, don't you see? If two people can't be sexually compatible, then their marriage is really in trouble. I wasn't as much angry with you as fearful for a real split between us that might never be mended."

"Oh, Jack. I never realized it was getting that bad. I wanted us to get closer too. But I guess I was seeing the solutions quite the opposite way. I really thought that if we had less sex, I wouldn't be so tense all the time and maybe I could be a better wife for you. Which goes to show you just how naive I can be."

"At least you aren't calling yourself stupid. Because you aren't honey. We all make mistakes. But through it all I did know that you loved me and that you sincerely believed in what you were doing. It was very difficult to fault you for that."

"Oh, you could have faulted me. You could have even thrown me out of the house and you would have been in the right. I have been such an awful wife to you and for such a very long time."

"That's nonsense."

"Now look, Jack. It took me a long time to assume the blame for what was wrong with our marriage, and you're not going to take it away from me now. I promise not to dwell on it, but I think a little humility is definitely needed in my character."

She refused to listen to much reason during the rest of the trip home. Jack thought about all she had said and supposed that in a way she was right. It wouldn't do her any harm to realize the full impact of the damage her uptight ways had been doing to their marriage. He always knew that she loved him, but now he was hoping that she would cherish what they had together just as much.

Jack watched her staring out the window from the comer of his eye and saw a few small tears in hers. She wasn't actually crying. In fact, she didn't really look sad. And when she finally turned to him once again, Jack realized that the emotion he was seeing in her now was insight, and some gratitude for their having come out of a long, hard battle and won.

He pulled up into their driveway, and ran around to her side of the car to open the door for her. It was a symbol of the newfound respect that she deserved, and she nodded her head in understanding. Hand in hand they walked into the house, and sat down together on the sofa in the soft darkness.

Each had their private thoughts, but they were really very close in accord. During those few moments, with their bodies side by side, and their arms entwined, they were both caught up in the wonder of their mutual good fortune.

Marcia was thinking about the friends she had, and how many divorces had already occurred in their social group. She had been fully expecting to become one of those statistics for the last year. Now she felt as if she had been given a new lease on her marriage, a chance to start out all over again and do it right this time around.

Jack was thinking about how close he had come to asking for a divorce. After so many restless nights of contemplating taking on a mistress or a hooker, he had thought divorce was the only decent solution. If he had jumped the gun, gone into it a little too impulsively, just look at how much he would have lost!

Now Marcia put her hand to the side of Jack's face and turned it gently to face hers. She was crying again, but this time it was quite evident that they were tears of great joy.

He understood. He felt like crying himself. But Marcia didn't see that. What she observed was a happily smiling man who almost seemed to glow, and looking ten years younger!

"How beautiful you are," he whispered as he took her in his arms. "You get more beautiful every time I look at you."

"That was going to be my next line, darling. You always were a beautiful man, but now you're ten times that and more."

"Honey, when you talk to me like that, and I can see how you mean it, my cock starts to rise. It's not always lust, you know. Sometimes it's just because I'm so full of love for you, and I guess that's where some of it goes."

"I don't know why you're making apologies for it. If you must know, my little uhh, oh, my little twat starts to water every time I look down to that bulge in your pants. Lately it seems that I just can't get enough of you."

"A guy could hardly complain about a remark like that."

"It's more than a compliment, love. It's a confession. Now that I've got my head on straight, it seems that I'm turned on just about twenty-four hours a day."

"That's funny. All these years I've been worried about what I'm going to do with all the extra spunk I have to carry around, and now from what you're saying, I'll have to worry that I won't have enough to keep you satisfied."

"Well, you haven't been doing such a bad job of it so far. I really can't complain."

"Still, if you want more stimulation, then I think we should get some books out, read some magazines, and even see a couple of movies. Maybe we can pick up some tips on little tricks and variations we never knew about before."

"You mean there are still some things in sex that we haven't tried yet? That's hard to believe."

"Baby, there's plenty. Fucking hasn't been the most popular sport in the world for all these centuries without piling up an awful lot of ways to do it. Right now you are giving me sex on a silver platter, but maybe it would be even better if we had a few more trimmings."

"I can't argue with that logic. Funny, everything you say on the subject to me these days sounds just right. Maybe it's because I've learned to trust you in this as in everything else."

"No, you're not giving yourself enough credit. Now that your eyes are open, you're always looking for new horizons. You've got courage now, and determination. I not only love you for that, but I have to admire you as well. Some of the most passionate women in the world tend to draw the line on sexual variations somewhere. I'll never hurt you, but outside of that, I don't really believe that you would refuse me anything along the tamer lines."

"I wouldn't. I never will. Oh, Jack. I love you so much. How can anything be wrong when two people share what we have between us?"

"Nothing can. You won't believe this, Marcia, but all this talk has given me another hard-on."

"Mmmm, yes. And a lovely one at that. Can I have that big, strong thing for my very own?"

"It's always been all yours, Marcia. And now I know for sure that it always will be."

This was the last bit of reassurance that Marcia would ever need. Reaching for his fly now, she opened it and out popped his hard and throbbing weapon. Her eyes grew bright and she smacked her lips with anticipated delight. Then she put her hand around the shaft of it and gently drew her husband to her feet.

"Enough talk, Jack. Let's go to bed and put our thoughts into action. I can't get enough of you."

These were horny words to be sure, but there was an even deeper, more permanent meaning to them. Marcia was content with her new lot in life, and she would see to it that Jack never lacked for anything in his either. She had all the answers she needed right in her hot little hand.