Chapter 9
Nightfall had already come to Seattle when Tom and Debbie finally reached the city. All the way home in the car, when she had not been sleeping she had poured out the entire story to her husband, outlining in detail the incredible nightmare she had endured at the Rancho Delia Reno. Tom had listened silently, and his wife was sure that when he knew everything that had happened he would no longer want to continue with the marriage. Yet, although Tom was somewhat uptight at first, as Debbie's lurid tales continued he found himself growing somewhat excited by them, for in the back of his mind he realized that despite the merciless sexual assaults she had had to endure, she had been forced into a vivid confrontation with her sexual fears, fears that had nearly destroyed their marriage. He wondered if maybe she hadn't changed in a good way, particularly sexually.
"Well ... that's the story," she said timidly. "It's awful, I know, and it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't left you so stupidly. I didn't realize how much I didn't know about the world, Tom, I walked into it blindly ... like a child."
"I'm sorry it had to happen that way, honey," her husband said as they pulled into the garage of their apartment building, "but ... maybe something good came out of it too!"
"You mean ... you mean you aren't angry?"
"No ... no I'm not angry. It's funny, I should be, but I'm not. And to tell you the truth, I kind of had my own adventure while you were away."
Debbie felt her heart stop for a moment.
"You mean ... you met ... another woman?"
There was a long silence.
"Yes ... yes I did. Oh, she was just a girl I met in a bar. I was so upset when I read your note ... I mean I thought hell if she can just go off like that, well I can too! But it's over now. It just made me realize how much I really love you. Are you mad at me for doing that?"
Debbie sat musing deeply as the car came to a halt in the lower level of the garage. It did bother her a little to think that Tom had actually been unfaithful to her, and yet she couldn't condemn him, since she herself had been so foolish. Still, there was something about his confession that intrigued her as well, something that made him seem more desirable than ever in her eyes. She couldn't understand why she felt this way. She knew she should be bitterly unhappy, but she wasn't. Instead, she glanced toward her handsome, blond-haired spouse with new admiration and love.
"No, I'm not angry, Tom. It's hard to explain, but my feelings have changed about so many things now. I'm a different person than I was when I left here a week ago. Can you understand that, darling?"
"Yeah, I think I can...."
He had noticed the change, for there was something about her that struck him immediately, a certain mature womanliness, a provocative gleam in her eye that he hadn't seen before.
"Oh Tom," she said earnestly, "let's start over again. Let's try and make this marriage work. Let's try and love each other as much as possible. There's so much ahead for us, I'm sure."
"I think so too, baby, I think so too."
"I'm so glad. Oh, Tom, I love you."
She reached out and embraced her husband warmly, snuggling her head against his broad chest and relishing the pleasant comfort of being in his arms again. But there was more, though, for abruptly she also felt faint stirrings of desire ripple lightly through her body, and she tightened her grip on his hard frame. In that moment she knew that she wanted him, she wanted him to make love to her in a way she had never wanted it before. She no longer thought about Uncle Andy, or was gripped by deep, unexplained anxiety that made her pull away in fear. No, her entire softly rounded body trembled with sensual longing.
Oh, she thought, can it be that I've actually broken through my problems at last? Am I free now to love my husband properly?
Tom was not aware of her growing desire, for as he felt her warmly alluring body press closer and closer to him in the car, his heart soared with happiness. This was something Debbie had rarely done in all the time he had known her. She had changed, and not just physically, for he knew instinctively that she desired him, desired him the way a fully developed woman wants a man. And he responded with delight, his own body growing steadily more warm and flush, his long cock stiffening eagerly in his pants. He kissed her, kissed her deeply, and nearly cried out with joy when she thrust her tongue hungrily into his mouth, running the soft flesh around his teeth with an incredible sensuality.
"Oh, baby," he said, pulling away from her momentarily, "that feels so nice."
"Mnnnnn...." she replied, like a contented cat, "why don't we go upstairs and see what else develops? Would you like to?"
"You don't even have to ask!"
Feeling almost as excited as if she were making her way to the bridal chamber, Debbie followed her husband upstairs. She smiled secretively; in a way it was their wedding night. This would be the first time she had ever willing come to him or any other man. She shivered in excitement as he opened their door ... the door to their home, and she vowed to make it a home he would always be eager to return to. She knew now what to do and never again would she hesitate to do it, for she was-after all-a woman.
Quickly assuming command, she ordered her weary husband .to take a shower and then she busied herself, wanting to surprise him ... and she did!
Tom was lying lazily on their wide king-sized bed, waiting for Debbie to finish showering. Once again he shook his head in disbelief. When he had come out of the shower, he had been stunned to discover that in his absence she had lit candles in the bedroom, so that soft flickering shadows danced provocatively along the walls. She had also put some soft romantic music on the stereo, and he couldn't help contrasting the subtle promise of untapped passion in this music with the blatant savagery of Cheri's wild rock. Debbie's music was as quiet and as powerful and as eternal as the sea ... Cheri's thunderclap loud, startling ... quickly forgotten.
The young husband hadn't bothered to dress in pajamas, something he normally had to do because the old Debbie had always preferred it that way. But tonight, he felt, it might not be necessary. Tonight, things obviously were different. At least so far. Time would tell, of course, as to whether she had really broken through her old fears, and whether or not they could go on with their marriage after the strange incidents of the past week. But Tom felt hopeful, very hopeful.
He could hear the shower being turned off in the adjoining bathroom, and he quickly rose and poured two glasses of Benedictine, the pleasant liqueur he always enjoyed. He wanted to see if Debbie would drink some too, as a little test of how much she had changed. By the time he had filled the delicate little liqueur glasses, the door to the bathroom opened and his wife entered.
He gasped aloud when he saw her, for she had donned a light blue, filmy silk nightgown that clung to her ripe curvaceous form in tantalizing softness, making her look like a ravishing young Greek goddess. Her light brown hair shone brilliantly and cascaded down her shoulders in thick, satiny strands. Her complexion was radiantly beautiful, and her freshly scrubbed face glowed with health and warmth. She stood proudly in the flickering candlelight, her ripely pointed young breasts jutting out against the supple material of her gown like two firm, delicious pears, her eyes smoldering with warmth and desire. Slowly, a shy half-smile on her face, she untied the ribbon that held her garment in place, and let it fall to the floor, so that she stood nakedly before him, a wildly thrilling vision of female perfection, the little tips of her full breasts already quivering with rising passion.
Whistling softly in appreciation, Tom approached her slowly with the two little drinks in his hands.
"Honey, you look incredible," his voice was husky with barely surprised emotion.
"You too," she murmured as she took the liqueur from him. Her eyes roved shamelessly over his naked body, and she realized how lucky she was to have such a handsome man for a husband. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on his broadly muscular frame, and he was hard as a rock, his toughened flesh rippling in enthralling waves whenever he moved. Her eyes caught sight of his long virile cock, which was already semi-erect and jerking excitedly, and her face dimpled mischievously as she glanced up into his bright blue eyes and lifted her glass for a toast.
They clinked their glasses together. "To us," she said, knowing with all her heart that she had never meant anything more in her whole life.
"To us," he echoed. They drank slowly, their eyes roaming with growing lust over each other's healthy young bodies, as the warm liqueur ran down their throats, warming them, making them mellow. Finally, as if on cue, they put their drinks down and moved towards each other, breathing more and more rapidly with steadily rising passion. Then they instinctively reached out their hands and drew into an eager embrace, their naked bodies pressed together tightly, throbbing steadily with excitement. They began to kiss hungrily, showering each other with hot, urgent kisses, and Tom slid his hands adventurously down to the softly curving roundness of Debbie's milk-white hips, then upwards over the trembling plane of her stomach until they came to rest on the softly resilient mounds of her breasts. For the first time in their marriage he was permitted to freely massage them, and he savored their silky smooth texture, scarcely believing that she no longer drew away from him with icy resistance, but was obviously eager and happy for him to do it, for her eyes were closed in ecstasy, and she began to moan little animal sounds as he squeezed the rubbery buds of her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers until they stood out proudly erect.
Soon Debbie's hands flew excitedly down to grasp the hard rigid girth of her young husband's thickly erect cock, and deftly she pulled back the soft covering of velvety foreskin, exposing the purplish, blood-filled head that pulsed lewdly in eager anticipation. Then, suddenly, she dropped to her knees before him and took the head of his warmly pulsating penis into her mouth, closing her softly ovaled lips around it lovingly.
"Oooooooh, honey!" Tom moaned with astonished pleasure as she took his rigid shaft all the way into the wetly heated interior of her mouth. Gently, tantalizingly, she moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue eagerly in little circles around his massive thickness, while her eager fingers found his huge sensitive balls swaying beneath and kneaded them softly. She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious sensation of having his hotly throbbing cock in her mouth as it slid downward into the soft arch of her throat. Her excitement extended throughout her ripe young body, for her cuntal walls were already growing heatedly moist with passion, and her skin tingled with a delightful warmth of arousal.
Tom gripped the softly curling tresses of her hair in mounting lust, scarcely believing that his young wife was sucking on his thickened penis so expertly, so deftly, that she surpassed anything he had ever experienced before with a woman. It was as if all his dreams had come true, all the possibilities of his marriage had suddenly become real! Debbie had changed, changed into a full, passionate woman, ready and happy to give her husband the ultimate in pleasure. His mind became rapidly filled with wonderfully erotic thoughts, endless possibilities of the joys they could experience together in the future, as Debbie began to increase the tempo of her hungry sucking, fondling his excitedly jerking shaft and bringing her delighted husband rapidly to the point of seething sensuality. He began to fuck his lust-stiffened penis in and out of her softly yielding mouth, while she gripped the flesh of his rock-hard buttocks tightly with her hands, kneading them as he thrust his pelvis back and forth in rapidly growing frenzy.
"NNNNNMMMMGGGGGG!" the greedily-sucking young wife moaned as her tightly ovaled lips pursed eagerly around her husband's rapidly expanding hardness. She sucked inwardly with her breath, drawing the hot hardness of his penis in as deeply as possible, and sending aching shivers of pleasure through Tom's desire-churning loins. Her mind rapidly spun through a series of pornographic images from her recent encounter with the Rancho Reno. In a rapid succession she saw young Sandy licking frenziedly at her wetly dilated vaginal lips ... saw Roy burying his heavily bloated penis upwards into her painfully stretched rectum with unrelieved cruelty ... saw Delores, the pretty, dark-eyed creature from Mexico with whom she had learned the pleasures of female sensuality. She knew in her heart that each of them, perhaps unwittingly, had taught her wonderful lessons in the arts of love, had opened her up to a myriad of new, thrilling worlds, and her mind spun deliriously with the other possibilities that life had in store for her with Tom ... her wonderful Tom! Her husband!
Then, suddenly an old and hated phrase echoed in her brain...."My little angel ... my little one," and she could clearly see, in her mind's eye, the obscene vision of Uncle Andy, ejaculating maniacially all over her little doll. Yet she no longer was frightened by the image. Instead she felt a great outpouring of love and sympathy for him.
Poor old Uncle Andy, she mused as she closed her mouth tightly around the rapidly thrusting pole of flesh and tightened her sensuous grip on Tom's muscularly flexing buttocks, how sad that that's all he ever had ... I should have realized before what a pathetic lonely little man he was.
But her reverie was interrupted when her heatedly bucking young husband began to groan from deep in his throat, like a barbaric primitive chieftain, crying out in savage sexual abandon. It thrilled her to the depths of her being to hear him cry out like that, with a deep male animal growl of pure sensual pleasure. He was going to cum soon, she knew, cum like a warmly spurting fountain in her mouth, and this thought made her own nakedly kneeling body vibrate with a sweet aching delight, as her hotly flaring vaginal flesh began to secrete glistening female fluid in an excited sympathetic response to Tom's approaching climax. Then, miraculously, without having even touched herself down there, she was orgasming.
Oooooooooohhhh, she sighed inwardly, oh I'm dimming ... cumming so good ... sooooo gooooodddd!!!
"OH CHRIST!" Tom screamed as his sperm-laden testicles tightened in mounting excitement beneath his thick, madly thrusting penis. He gripped his kneeling young wife's thick blonde hair tightly between his fingers, steeling himself for the final burning eruption of sperm. His mind burst with pleasure, as he realized that his beautiful Debbie was eagerly and willingly sucking his cock, actually wanting him to cum in the warm wetness of her mouth as she knelt before him, a willing and happy slave to his desires. Hell, it was incredible, and he thought he must be the luckiest man in the world.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGNNNNNN!" he cried out, arching his body suddenly as if it were charged with a thousand volts of electricity. He was cumming! Thick streams of white cum burst out of the madly jerking tip of his suddenly exploding cock and spewed into the kneeling young woman's gulping throat. "AAAARRRRRRNNNNNNGGGGGG!"
The hungrily sucking young wife eagerly swallowed the hotly ejaculating semen, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she took all he had and used her hand to milk his thickly jerking shaft for more and more!
Oh God, he feels like he's going to cum down my throat forever, she thought in delicious wickedness, and I hope he does. How good it feels to have his wonderfully squirting cock in my mouth. Oh why was I ever afraid of him ... he can only bring me pleasure. Unaccountably, her eyes were flooded with tears as she thought of all the days and all the nights-especially the nights!-they had to look forward to. So much joy-so much happiness all theirs!