Chapter 11
Six weeks passed.
For Rachel they were good weeks. Barbara was apparently behaving herself, Dwight was safe and secure in her pocket, and she,, had Sean to fill her empty hours, not to mention tier empty cunt.
Then came the typewritten note in the mail, informing her that Dwight was having an affair with someone she knew, and had been for some time.
They had been a good six weeks for Patti as well. She had moved into her new house, a comfortable L-shaped place on a quiet, friendly street. She'd managed to find an especially friendly couple, who in their own unknowing way were helping her forget her longing for Barbara. A good six weeks, until she came home one evening to find a very angry Rachel on her doorstep.
"Now what is the meaning of this?" Rachel demanded once they had gotten inside and she had shown Patti the note.
Patti read it again, stone-faced. "Have you checked it out?" she asked.
"Are you telling me you don't know anything about it?" Rachel asked.
Patti said again she should have checked it out for herself.
"Why? So you'll know whether to lie or not? What's going on, Patti? I thought we had a deal."
"We did."
"Well?"
Patti refolded the note and handed it back to Rachel. And she said, "Somehow Barbara found out. She came to me, offering a different deal."
"You bitch."
"I know. It was wrong. Probably just as wrong as agreeing to spy on your husband, if not more so. But I ... I couldn't resist."
"It must have been some offer."
"You might not think so. I did."
"So they are having an affair," Rachel said, simply stating what she had known to be true from the start.
"I guess you could call it that. They see each other a couple or three times a week, never for very long. I think it's mostly sex."
"Sex?"
"She called to make a date one day and I asked her how things were going. We talked a little. That was the impression I got. I guess she does something for him, judging from the way he leaves the office, and comes back."
Something, but what? Were they talking about the same Dwight? What could he possibly be doing with that slut that he couldn't do at home? Or thought he couldn't do.
"You don't think they've gotten very serious?" Rachel asked then.
"I'm only guessing, but I don't think so."
"I hope for your sake that you're right, Patti," Rachel said. "Because if you wind up costing me my marriage, there's gonna be hell to pay."
"If I cost you your marriage?" Patti responded in-credulously. "I didn't steal him. And it wasn't my job to keep him satisfied at hone."
"That's enough," Rachel snapped. "We had a bargain and you double-crossed me. You're in no position to judge."
"All right, I owe you one. What do you want?"
"I don't know yet. But somehow you're going to help end this little affair, and when I figure out how, you'll be the first to know. In the meantime, I wouldn't let Barbara find out I'm onto her if I were you. I just wouldn't."
Furious and frightened, Rachel managed to get home without having a car accident, which was no easy feat. The worst part was, despite what Patti had said, she didn't know how far gone Dwight was. Too far to get back? How was she even going to try? Where was she going to start?
And it was all such a shock. Dwight cheating on her? Incredible. Not only that he had the desire, but also the nerve to take one small chance of hurting her.
Suddenly it was a world turned upside down, and Rachel didn't know what to do. She could show him the note, but what if he denied it? And after all this time with Barbara, what if he had been convinced of Rachel's sinful past? No, that was no good.
Working at a drink, she sought other options. Divorce was one, but it was not considered. Dwight was no longer the same man she had married, but he would still be a man worth having if she could get his attention back and hold it. It would be a tougher job than it had been before, but she was game. There was enough at stake to make it worth her while, from security to pride to principle. And who knew? Maybe even love.
She didn't know if he still cared for her, but she cared for him, or loved him -- wanted him, at least. The feeling had been there all along. It had taken the threat of losing him to make her realize it.
No, that wasn't quite true. What had been there all along was the hope that he would someday turn into something more than he had been, into someone bolder and stronger, someone she could trust.
It looked like that change had finally happened. Purely by accident, a maybe one in a million chance, but there it was. She had not married a strong man, but rather the potential of one, and now that potential had been realized. She just hoped it didn't cost her the guy at the same time.
Well, that was up to her. Dwight still came home at night, so there was still a chance. She would just have to make the most of it, starting tonight!
After dinner, after Dwight had taken care of some office paperwork in the den, Rachel joined him on the couch, where he was watching television. She watched with him, legs tucked up almost under her on the seat, perched next to him but not against him. Her right arm was extended along the back of the couch, her fingers occasionally touching the nape of his neck or idly plucking at the hair on the back of his head.
The show ended and he asked if she wanted to watch anything else and she said no. He turned the set off and said then, "How about some music?"
"How about a little chat?" she suggested.
"What's on your mind?"
"I'm curious about something."
"What?
"Well, at the risk of sounding insecure, have I been all you wanted as a wife?"
"That's an odd question."
"I'm sure every wife wonders, especially after she's been married for a few years, and when she wants to make sure she stays a wife. A good wife."
"I see," Dwight said, though he seemed slightly taken aback by her question, probably wondering about the significance of its timing.
"I don't know if you think any changes are in order," Rachel said then, "but if there are, I'd be happy to try to make them."
"Changes?"
"Anything you wish was different about us, about me."
"Oh hell, I don't know."
"Well, if anything comes to mind, don't be shy. Remember, I asked for it." Smiling, she leaned over then and kissed him on the cheek. "Believe I'll turn in early," she said. "See you."
She got up and ambled out of the living room, thinking it had been as good a start as she could have hoped for. She would leave the next step up to him.
Dwight came through without any further prompting from her, as it turned out. When he finally came up to bed and quietly stripped to his shorts, she could see that he was trying to work something out in his mind -- like just how to put something to her. She waited, head on her pillow, gazing in his direction as he sat on his side of the bed.
Finally, he looked at her over a shoulder. "Did you mean it?" he asked. "What you said downstairs?"
"Of course. Think of something?"
"Well, sort of."
She pushed herself up onto an elbow to listen.
"It has to do with our sex life," he said.
"Don't be shy," she said softly.
"I might like it if we were more, I don't know, adventurous."
"You want to do it to me in the kitchen sometime?" she said lightly.
"Or, you could do it to me," he responded.
"That would be adventurous," Rachel remarked approvingly. "You'd like it if I were more assertive? More imaginative?"
"Yes. I think I would."
"All right," she said to that. "Let's give it a try. Why don't you get naked for me and see what I can come up with?"
Dwight stood turned to face her. He pushed his shorts down and off. On the bed, Rachel rolled onto her knees facing him. She tossed the covers toward the foot of the bed and watched him move onto the open space, lounging on one elbow.
Rachel grasped the hem of her nightie and peeled it up her body. She lifted it off and cast it aside. She shifted closer to him and settled ass-on-heels on the mattress. She reached out with her left hand and touched the inside of his bottom thigh, easing it up toward his hip.
Inside she was coming alive with a whole new brand of excitement. It was different from being with other men. It was more, somehow. It seemed to have extra meaning.
It was also different from being with the Dwight of the past, which was the difference that really counted. She no longer felt she was taking a step down to be with her husband. Unwittingly but effectively he had hiked him-self up to her level.
He was no longer the doting lamb, no longer content to take care of everything and suspect nothing -- no longer sure to have eyes, or cock, for only her. No longer expecting passiveness from her.
Some women would have considered this change in him a loss, but not Rachel, not when it set her free in his bed, enabling her to carnally express herself to him, with him. Also, it meant she could stop sneaking around and going through the trouble to find new lovers. Not when it meant his own new open-mindedness and assertiveness would be sure to carry over to his own sexual expression, especially now that she had a chance to bring out the animal in him. She wouldn't have to feel she was letting him fuck her anymore. She would feel not an ounce of resistance.
Dwight's slow-growing cock had fallen from between his thighs to droop over the front of the hip he was resting on. It gave a spurt of growth when Rachel's fingers came to it and another as she took it into a warm grip.
Dwight lay down on his pillow, rolling onto his back. Rachel's hand stayed with his penis, squeezing and manipulating the pliant tube, then gently pulling at it with milking motions, drawing more and more hardness and size into the shaft.
"It's fun to make you hard," Rachel smiled.
"It's fun to be made hard."
"Do you want me to use my mouth?"
"Yes."
"Good," she glinted slyly, and bowed low across him. She took her hand away from his rubbery pecker as she slipped the velvet ring of her lips down around it. She went to his base and lifted her head with a gentle but insistent pull. She was careful not to show too much expertise this first time around, despite what he might have known or suspected. Why give him reason to suspect anything?
She rested one hand on his balls and moved the other one over the front of his body as she continued the slow-motion bob of her head. She crowded her tongue up against the near side of his stiffening shaft and rubbed him intimately as she sucked.
He became erect in her mouth, and with a few rein-forcing pulls of her mouth, Rachel slipped her roving hand onto the base. She squeezed her lips over the tip and slowly jacked her fist up and down on the glistening rod as she turned her gaze up his body.
"I could get on top of you now," she said.
"That'd be great."
"Not yet," she answered, giving him a wink.
"I think you're getting the hang of this," he said after a laugh.
"I'm gonna spend all kinds of time thinking up ways to please you," she promised. "To dazzle you, thrill you, turn you on so good...."
"What am I turning you into?" he wondered.
"Just the wife you want. And the one I want to be."
"You're making me feel guilty," he said to that. "Have I been a good husband to you? The one you wanted?"
She kissed the underside of his cockhead. "You're the best," she answered. She kissed his cock lower down. "You've got it all." Another wet smooch, lower still. "I love you."
Before a beat could pass she lifted her head and clamped her mouth back onto Dwight's dick and swooped hungrily down on him. It was going great. She couldn't help but feel that Barbara was halfway out the window as far as Dwight was concerned. This kind of action had to be what he was getting from the bitch, and why would he continue to go to her for it if he could get it at home?
Cuddling his balls in nimble fingers and continuing to smooth her other hand over his body as she fellated him, Rachel felt his hand on her ass. She shifted her backside into easier reach, welcoming the contact and thrilling to the feel of his fingers running through her anal cleft and flirting onto her pussy. His erection tensed in her mouth.
His flighty fingers suddenly seemed to hone in on her pussy. Going by feel alone, he found her center slit and rubbed along it until, with lips swollen, it held open by itself. Then he ventured inward.
Even his touch was different. It had lost its tentative quality. It was now sure and bold.
Normally an affair would cause a wife to lose a lot of feeling for her husband, including respect. For Rachel it had just the opposite effect. It had shown her that Dwight had nerve, and it had opened his mind and had given him confidence, enabling him to see Rachel in a more realistic perspective. It ha been the best thing that could have happened for both of them.
And to think how Rachel had worked to keep it from happening. And Now Barbara was the one who had made it happen. Kind of gaffing, that.
Dwight dug a finger into Rachel's chute and stroked bit by bit to the hilt. Then he twisted his digit and twirled it, then slowly jiggled in and out.
Rachel moaned, feeling her juices become unleashed in her tunnel. She sucked harder on his pecker and pulled at the hair on his chest. She wiggled her backside against her husband's hand.
She allowed him a few moments of fingering her pussy. After that she couldn't deny either of them any longer. She withdrew from his cock with a smooching sound and crawled astride him, his finger slipping from her chute as she turned to face him.
"Hold it for me," she said to him, and he gripped his erection at its base, pointing the tip up at her crotch.
She pried her pussy wide open with her fingers and slid her legs apart to lower her body. She then slipped her cunt onto Dwight's glans and beyond, bringing her knees in against his flanks, and lowered farther by folding her legs tighter together. Slowly, smoothly, Rachel next went all the way down on Dwight's cock as she pulled his hand to her breasts and he groped them.
"Is this what you want?" she asked with a knowing grin.
"It's a terrific start," he responded.
"Wanna see what I can do?"
"Now?"
"Now."
"Yeah. Show me. Do it to me."
And she did.