Chapter 7
There weren't that many people travelling on the later than rush hour schedule. Mostly tired-looking executives with heavy briefcases in their hands, trying to look over papers during the ride, but really too weary to get much accomplished.
Marcia was able to find a window seat in the back of one of the cars where she could be all alone. She wasn't terrified of facing Jack, but she did feel that she should get herself better collected and decide just where she was going to go from here with her emotions and her relationship with her husband. She was already feeling better about letting him know of the changes that had occurred in her attitude towards sex, but didn't know how she could get this across to him without blurting out her affair with Steven.
One quick time around in the office might have been excusable on the assumption that she was overwhelmed by the man and didn't know what she was doing, even though Marcia would have known in her heart that this was something of a lie. But two hours in a motel room, spent completely in sexual play and actual fornication could not be excused by anything but the truth.
Could jack understand that it was the only way she had been able to crawl out of her shell, and that she had actually needed the cock of another man in order to be a better wife and lover for her own husband? It even sounded wacky in her own mind, so would no doubt sound preposterous to Jack.
Yet it was the plain and unvarnished truth. Never once had she considered leaving Jack, or even that she was openly looking for an affair with another man whether for kicks or as a potential substitute for her own husband. She still loved the man dearly and hoped that she would be a better wife for him now.
Even at this very moment she was looking forward to being with him and thinking of ways that she could please him, rather than wondering about the next time that she might be with Steven. Did her boss still turn her on? Yes, he certainly did, but if she could incorporate what she had learned from him into her marriage, then she really didn't see a need to make it with him again.
But she wasn't going to lie to herself about the possibilities. Now that she was turned on to hot sex, she could easily see herself as looking at a man, Steven or others and desiring a fuck or two with them. Whether she would act upon the impulse or not, was something that she couldn't answer immediately. She would have to wait and see what happened when she was with Jack, and even then only time would tell about the world outside of her marriage.
In this she would have to be honest with her husband. Provided that she did work herself up to the initial confession, her search for her own sexuality and Steven's help in finding it, then there would be no turning back from the honesty. He would have to know it all, as it happened, and they would have to work it out or there would be no marriage at all.
Was she going to tell him, though? Honesty didn't always work when there were deep feelings involved. The last thing in the world she ever wanted to do was hurt Jack, and she could not see that any man would be pleased to hear this that his wife was cheating on him. Maybe he Would even be so furious when he heard her sordid news that he would walk out on her and end their marriage.
Oh, God! What had she done to herself? Her intentions had been the best, not even intentional in the beginning. But how could there ever be pure motives when it came to extramarital sex?
Suddenly Marcia was very frightened. Here she was with a whole new perspective on many things, and she might just have messed up the rest of her life while she was at it. Jack knew nothing, and needn't ever if she was careful, but now she was terrified of losing him.
When the train arrived at the station, Marcia grabbed a cab so that she would get to the house faster, but she stood on the sidewalk in front for several minutes, prolonging the moment of confrontation as if that would help anything at all. With trembling hand she put the key in the door, and as soon as she heard Jack's baritone in the shower, any thoughts about coming right out and telling him went right out of her head.
Maybe she could just be a sensuous, loving wife, and make him happy without any explanations. It was still important to her that she please him sexually, but she thought now that it would have to come in slow degrees and without any explanations other than her beginning to see things his way.
Please, let it work, she thought with her eyes raised to the starlit velvet evening. I love this man so much.
Marcia rushed into the kitchen first, thinking that her man would be starving by now and was entitled to a hot meal. But she saw that he had broiled a steak, fixed a salad, and even cleaned up after himself.
Again the guilt hit her, but now that she was home with him, there was simply no courage in her for a spontaneous confession. What she needed was to be with her man, and Marcia ran up the stairs two at a time straight into the bathroom.
Jack was still in the shower, with the water turned up high and singing lustily to himself. He had no idea that she was home or right on the other side of the curtain.
Knowing exactly what she had to do now, Marcia stepped quickly out of her clothes,, and pulled the curtain aside. He was startled to see her, but in her present condition it was an exciting surprise and his cock stretched to instant hardness. Jack didn't even bother to ask about her sudden lack of modesty.
All he cared about was that his wife was beautiful, she seemed turned on, and he was homey as hell! She pleased him as she appeared right now, all smiles and full of bounce. And when she stepped into the shower and sprayed the water in his face, Jack knew that she was in the mood for fun, and he was absolutely delighted.
"What's come over you?" he asked as he scooped up some of the water and tossed it in her hair.
"Does it matter? I'm giving up a perfectly good hairdo to play with you. So let's play!!!"
He had turned his face aside to escape another spray of water in his eyes, and while his ass was to her, Marcia deftly picked up the soap and shoved it between his cheeks. In fact, she shoved it so hard that the pointed end of it actually did penetrate the outer ring of his anal muscle.
This was kind of a shock to Jack, but hardly an unpleasant one. Marcia had always refrained from even talking about the rectal area, and whenever he suggested a little rear end play, she had blanched and once run out of the bedroom gagging. Now she was taking the initiative and his mind raced ahead to further possibilities, like the assfuck that he had been trying to talk her into for years.
He didn't dare to mention it now, though. Why mess up the good thing that he had now by jumping the gun when she might not even be ready for anything that raunchy. Be grateful for small favors, he told himself.
Marcia's mind was also working fast. She was surprised at herself for being able to fall into this sex play with Jack so easily. And she was also feeling some of the gratitude that Jack was. Hers was that Jack didn't ask any questions but accepted what she was able to give him and asked for nothing more ... so far.
It relaxed her enough and gave her the confidence she needed to continue with what she was doing. This was one time when she was completely on her own. No man telling her what to do and insisting that she carry out orders. Marcia was flying solo and she could jump out of the shower at any time.
She looked down at her hand and realized that she was teasing her husband's ass, her fingers buried between his cheeks, and thinking nothing bad of it. His squirming around and playfully pleading for mercy was making her laugh. Laugh! This was the very first time in their marriage that she had actually allowed herself to enjoy a simple pleasantry with her husband. There was far less effort in unwinding than there was in resisting. Plain old fun between two loving, naked people.
"Hey, you're making me feel like a gay guy," Jack laughed. "All I have to do is bend over and you can slip it right to me."
Marcia understood what he was getting at, and the subject of anal intercourse came instantly to mind. It was the one suggestion out of all those Jack ever made that had disgusted her the most. She was the one who had unwittingly brought it up this time. But the funniest thing of all was that she really wasn't scared this time.
For one thing, he was the one bending over, and suggesting, even if playfully that she screw him back there. In fact, he had already removed the soap and was bending over to face his ankles while spreading the cheeks of his ass. It was a startling sight, that tightly puckered brown ring, now all slick and shiny from the ample soaping and rinse that she had just given him.
It took her but a second to make her mind up, and then Marcia went right to it. She pictured in her mind what it would be like for her to be the one in front and how she would want Jack to go about it if he were going to bring her up gradually to an assfuck.
By his bending over and spreading his asscheeks as he was, Marcia had an easy job of getting what she wanted in front and back.
Just to get him in the right mood, Marcia reached around with one hand and grabbed his stiff cock, already dripping with juice as well as the water which was still spraying down on both of them. Her hair was sopping wet and in her eyes, but she could still see well enough over Jack's shoulder to the thickness of his rod and the way that his heavy balls were swinging as she began to pump his meat and he moved his body to her rhythm.
He was moaning softly and Marcia knew that she had already taken him a little beyond simple play But he had brought up the subject of anal sex, and now she intended to show him what it was going to mean if she actually did allow him to do it to her. Marcia imagined that even the slimness of her finger was going to hurt him a lot, and much as she didn't want to hurt him even a little, she figured that this would be the best way to explain to him why she was so reluctant to have something as big as the rod she had in her hand screwing her back there.
Still playing with his cock, she extended the longest finger of her other hand and gingerly began to screw it into his hole. Marcia was expecting at any second that he would start to scream, but she didn't hear anything like it.
Instead his moans became deeper and he closed his own hand over her wrist, urging her to beat his meat a little harder. Marcia was amazed that he had now taken on the entire length of his finger and even more amazed that he was starting to hump back and forth on it.
The lesson had turned out to be a pleasure trip for him, and if she gave him any chance at all, then he was bound to point this fact out to her and suggest that he show her for herself that mere wasn't any pain to it at all. Marcia figured that the time for play was over. They were getting down to some serious business now, and she wasn't at all sure that she was ready for it.
Marcia eased her finger out of her husband's ass, and dropped his cock as well. She stood there under the shower, watering stream down her face, making her mascara run and her hair lay to the sides of her face like mop-strings. At a total loss now for what to do next, she was once more the passive woman and her immediate future, bright or bleak, was in this man's hands again.
He looked deeply into his wife's eyes and saw there the willingness to begin that new adventure with him, and passive fear as well. This was the time to take her the rest of the way to being a truly sexy woman if there ever was one, but he would not do it by force.
Jack was resolved that she was going to love it, and do it with him willingly from that point forward, or it wasn't worth anything at all to him. He communicated this to his wife with his loving eyes, and the tender embrace he used to scoop her up in his arms and carry her off to bed.
Marcia sent him her own message. With her kisses, and her arms clasped around his neck, her head on his shoulder, she told him that she would resist none of it on this night, and really try her best to open up all her repressions and let his sexual sunshine in.