1 comments/ 35506 views/ 4 favorites Everything was Perfect By: apathykiss Everything was perfect. The laundry was all dried, folded and put in the proper drawers. Floors were mopped and waxed. Dinner was in the oven. Windows were sparkling to a gleam. Perfect. Here hair was perfect. A little bob of sweet chestnut brown, delicate bangs to lightly hang in precision over her brow that shaded her bright blue eyes. Her dress was perfect. The subtle flower pattern complimented her creamy skin and the design cut to her body gently showing her curves in all the curvy places. The back dipped modestly low, cooling her skin in the summer days that made a lady sweat when it was unflattering. It flowed around her calves, the same milky white flesh as her shoulders. With small diamonds at her ears the only indulgence on her body, her wedding ring completed the wife costume she wore like a badge of honor. The children were done doing their homework at the kitchen table and were already in front of the television in the family room. When the timer chimed, Susie removed the pot roast from the oven and heard the front door open. "Honey, I'm home," her husband called out as he removed his coat and hat. Before George could walk into the dining room, he knew the table would be set and his wife would walk through the door at any moment with the roast; today was Wednesday. He could smell the anticipated meal as he entered the dining room and saw his beautiful wife bring the platter in to its place on the table. Perfect wife. Perfect children. Perfect house. Perfect life. Yes, everything was perfect. That is, until the lights went out. When dinner was finished and Susie was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes from dinner in the sing, George brought her his plate. "Thank you, dear," Susie said as she pulled her hands out of the soapy water to take the dish from him. The soap was covering her fingertips and her grip was not as good as it should have been. The dirty plate fell to the floor with a loud crash and it seemed like time froze for Susie and George. Their perfect world was tilted by the clumsy fingers of Susie as she stared at the white porcelain shards at her feet. She was afraid to look at her husband's face. The anger would be simmering in his eyes, but he would have a calm mask covering his face. The children ran into the room before she could look and brought her back to reality. "What was that crash?" her son, Bobby, said. His big sister, Karen, looked on at the plate without saying a word. Their father without moving said, "Everything is alright. Go up and brush your teeth for bed," in a calm voice that had goose bumps running over he body. They always listened to their parents. Susie's fingers trembled horribly as she bent to pick up the shards at her husband's feet. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He didn't help. When it was cleaned and thrown in the trash, George said in a slightly strained voice, "Are you alright, dear?" He only calls her dear during these moments. That word made her bring her eyes up. He was furious. His eyes were shaking inside of their sockets and behind the concerned smile his teeth were clenched, his jaw tight. While the entire time, deep inside, her body tingled. She tingled for so many reasons. "Yes, darling. I'm fine. I'm so sorry, my mind escaped me and I didn't realize how much soap I put in the sink." She was rambling and she knew it. He put a hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. He can be so restrained. "I understand. Accidents happen. Why don't you finish here and I'll see the kids to bed." Smiling, nodding, her loving husband left her to swim in her fear alone in the kitchen. 'Why did I do that? Why do I make him upset? My plan is going to fall through, I know it.' She mumbled to herself, whipping the kitchen clean before her husband could come back. When he walked down the stairs, his shoes were off and his tie was undone, as well as the first two buttons on his shirt. Susie was standing in the middle of the immaculate living room holding a glass of Scotch on the rocks; George's favorite. "Are the children in bed?" she asked, hoping that he didn't hear her voice shake. With a nod he took the glass from her and took a sip. "H-h-how was your day?" "He didn't answer her, only finished the drink and handed the glass back to her. She refilled it at the bar and as he took it, he said, "Make yourself a drink and I will meet you in the basement," before walking away. Alone in the dark living room, Susie grabbed the bottle of scotch and drank two huge gulps straight. The basement? Is that necessary? She made herself a glass of vodka without noticing, she drank it in one swig. 'Calm down, Susie. It won't be that bad.' Refilling her glass, she walked out from the living room and stared at the basement door. It stood open and almost welcoming if it wasn't so menacing. Taking the steps slowly, she listened for any noises in the basement. Machines, buckles, tools... anything to give a heads up of what to expect. She kept reminding herself that she asked for it; she broke the plate. And she did. She knew what she was doing and she dropped the plate on purpose. It's been a long time since she made her husband angry. Every time she does it scares the life out of her, but to feel his anger escape him through his body, through his words, through his hands as he takes her... that's what keeps their marriage together. In the basement, the door to the other room was cracked and she opened it gingerly the rest of the way to walk inside. He husband stood to the right of the small, black room. His shirt was gone but his tie was in his hands. She gazed for a moment at her husband and how handsome he was. She fell in love with him so quickly. And every time she sees him like this, she falls in love even more. Power for power and lust for lust. Kiss for kiss and trust for trust. He wrapped his tie around his hands and pulled tight before telling her to lock the door and take off her dress. These demands are always done without hesitation, and even though she was excited, she was scared. She stood in the middle of the room in her bra and panties set with a matching garter belt holding up her nude stockings. Bright red heels held her standing high. As George walked around her, he looked her up and down as a piece of merchandise that he was thinking of buying. He took her drink from her and placed it on a table by the door. He came close to her face and smiled at her. "You're a beautiful woman, Susie. A vision in your black silk to contrast your white cream skin. These are my favorite pieces of lingerie that you have." "I know. That's why I wore them." As soon as the words left her mouth in her small voice, she knew it was a mistake. His eyes moved over her breasts before whipping back to her own. "Why weren't you wearing your rubber gloves when you were washing the dishes?" Her mouth froze open before she could think of what to say. He knew she broke the plate on purpose. When they were married, George laid down the arrangement. He had rules and they were specific. Dinner on the table by 6:30. House clean at all times. Television off by 8. Dresses worn with stockings and heels. Always wear your gloves when cleaning. Especially dishes. Would her punishment be even greater now? "I'm sorry. I... forgot," Susie stammered through a response. She didn't want to give away anything or give him a reason to accuse her. "You forgot... what?" he said with his voice rumbling low from his body's core, making her remember her place. "I forgot," she said as she raised her eyes filled with fear, anticipation and love, "Master." As George paced around his wife, they both watched each other and built up a hunger that was sure to grow wild. He didn't speak for a moment and he didn't have to. She knew he was contemplating; planning what to do with her. He stopped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You are forgiven for the plate, dear. But for deliberately punishing yourself and angering me, the price will be great." Every muscle in Susie's body pulled tight at his words. She was now getting scared beyond what she planned. He walked to the wall and opened two hidden doors in the blackness revealing a closet. George seemed calm as he looked over each whip and shackle, every device that was in there to make Susie cry out in pain. He looked like a man searching for a suit to wear to work. And all Susie could do was wait and watch as he chose the weapon that would bring her the anticipated correction. As George told her that this is just to start, she saw "The Pink" as she liked to call it. The paddle was a few inches wide and about the length of his arm. Susie calls it the pink because one side of the paddle is covered in a think pink rubber that had small raised dots scattered across it. Plus, it turns her skin a warm pink color when he uses it on her. Susie met her Master's eyes steady as he walked closer to her body. She knew exactly what he was thinking. The next command he would give would be a position for her to take. He was simply deciding where to put her. With a slight twinkle in his eye he said, "I think... the saddle." Without hesitation, Susie walked to the saddle and stood with her arms at her sides, waiting for his instruction. The saddle was a long horse that looked like it should have been in a school gymnasium. Only this one had black leather covering the main section and in addition to the two handles, it had buckles and straps on the sides. The possibilities were endless. George came to his wife's side and put his arms around her waist, guiding her. Her stomach pressed to the side of the saddle and he leaned her forward until her breasts were crushed against the cool leather. Her arms hung down the sides and he brought them to the farthest handle, stretching her upper body tight as she grasped the worn handle. Two straps were joined at her back to hold her secure, not like she would move if she could. George secured her hands next, cuffing them to the handle before moving behind her and spreading her legs. The legs of the saddle matched her stance as those were secured as well. George came around to her side and turned her face so her left cheek was pressed to the leather, pulling her warm flesh tight so she knew it wouldn't be comfortable to move if she so dared. As his fingertips swept delicately across the right side of her face, she opened her eyes. Her Master was now fully naked and his erection was posed before her like a piece of artwork on display in a gallery. When they made love sweetly, without punishment, she would worship his manhood. Press her face to the smooth skin and rub like a cat marking her territory. With George's fingers running through her hair and the possessive gleam in his eyes that met hers, Susie knew she wasn't going to be able to experience her kitty caresses. He murmured for her to open her mouth but she was already stretching her lips to welcome his cock. He pressed his hips close and slipped the tip into her rose petal kiss and quickly pulled back out. She whimpered. "Just a kiss, dear. For now." He moved behind out of her sight and stood behind her, admiring her like a coveted prize won at the fair. She was magnificent at this stage, spread before him. With a flick of his wrist, he ripped the panties off her, knowing that he would buy her another pair- this is her 5th pair. They ripped easily and fell to the floor. That's why they were his favorites- easy to remove. Here, his wife was offered to him like a gift from the gods. Her skin was flawless; nothing marred her flesh... yet. He knew she waited patiently for his move but he just waited. He waited until he saw the anticipation drive her body to trembles before landing the first blow. Her gasp hit his ears in a siren's teasing note before he brought The Pink down on her again. And again. Sweat beaded his forehead and her cries got louder. The trembling never stopped in her legs and when he glanced down, he saw a trickle of her honey running down her thigh. This was what she wanted, right? Well, he'd give it to her. He came back to her face and looked upon his beauty of a wife. Her face was flushed and her bottom lip was bright red from biting. Breaths coming quickly from her mouth; tears swam and ran from her eyes that were filled with nothing but desire. He smiled. Then moving closer he held his painful erection to her face once more. "One more time." Her lips opened on a gasp and he shoved himself deep inside her throat, reveling in the wet silky textures rolling all over his cock. The groan of fulfillment escaped his lips when Susie sucked until her cheeks hollowed. He thrust his hips faster and faster, fucking her mouth and watching the expressions change in her eyes from desire to nervous to happy to devious. His little vixen of a slave was enjoying every fucking minute of this. When George felt the tingle in his stomach and the clench of his pelvis he abruptly pulled away from the cave of her mouth with a loud pop. Again, she protested. "No, no. I want to enjoy you much more before I cum." In front of her eyes, George flipped the paddle over and showed her the rounded hard handle. Susie's body tightened in all the right places. Her bottom was so sore, and hot. It felt so good to have it warm and tingling like a perpetual orgasm on the surface of her skin. Her face was sore and her throat was dry, legs shaking from the stance and her arms were stiff. She couldn't be happier. George disappeared again behind her and finally, Finally!, began rubbing her neglected pussy. It was so sensitive that the instant his fingertips grazed the flesh her whole body jumped. George seemed to like that because she heard his satisfied chuckle. The one that says "I know what I do to you, and I like it." His fingers were harder now, stroking up and down from her clit to her hole, spreading her honey all over the pink flesh. She purred at how good it felt. "Does that feel good, dear?" "Yes, Master." It was more like a sigh, but George understood. He put two fingers inside her and pressed deep, "How about that?" "Yes! Yes, Master, more!" He startled her but slapping her ass so hard it brought a fresh pain through her thighs. "Don't command me. You don't make the commands, I do. Remember that." And with that, he stilled the fingers inside of her, making her desperate, making her insane with the desire to come. But she knew that if she moved her hips to thrust upon the fingers inside, he would pull them away. This is one of the many punishments that he has to offer her. Showing her the pleasure and making her beg for it. "Please," she whimpered. "Yes, dear?" His tone mocking her. "Please, Master." His fingers flicked inside of her, making her cry out. "Please what? What can I do for my temptress now?" "Please, Master. Let me come." "Oh..." he said sounding like he had no idea that she was struggling. "You want to come. And why should I let you? As reward for disobeying my rules? Or for making demands?" She didn't respond, only bit her lip and waited. His chest pressed against her back and his lips touched her ear. "If I let you come, what will you do for me?" "Anything." Before the words even finished filing from his mouth, she spurted the truthful answer. "Anything, Master." There goes that satisfied chuckle. "Good answer." He pulled his fingers out of her body and the slightly warm handle to the paddle was shoved as far as it could go. She cried out at the forceful push. Slight pain, overwhelming pleasure assaulted her and focused everything she had on her pussy. Slowly pulled out and pushed in to the hilt once more. The smooth wood was no match for her Master's cock, but it will do and she met the thrusts beat for beat, moving her hips as much as they will move. If only he would... move... it... a little... Yes!!! Right there!! She put her whole body into it, fucking the handle like it was her last chance to come for months and when her breaths came quicker, her muscles clenching around the wood, George abruptly pulled it out and threw it on the ground. Dead. Her orgasm died before it even had a chance to live. He loved the torturing the orgasms out of her. George watched her body tremble with unfulfilled passion, and anger and disappointment. He smiled. But not for long... He replaced the handle with his cock and pushed his way to the hilt. The handle was much smaller than him so he needed to go a little slowly but his little temptress fit him like a glove every time. The warmth of her sacred cavern was like coming home to him. His fingers held her curved hips tight as he fucked his wife, his love, his slave, like he never fucked her before and this was it, his chance to finally get what he wanted. The faster he went, the warmer her vaginal walls felt on his cock, enveloping him in her fires. When she clenched around him, he groaned and pressed harder. When he moved his hand to her clit and flicked, she groaned and thrust higher. Their insides flipped and tingled as their orgasm was brewing. She knew she was close and he knew he was close. He held her tighter and said, "Now, come for me." An explosion. The Big Bang all over. Constellations and planets passed before their eyes as they were milked of all they had. They came together as George bit Susie's shoulder, holding them both up on the saddle. They shook and tremble, skin to skin, drenched with passion and sweat. George found his legs and got off of Susie's tired body. He undid the buckles, and helped her stand straight up. Her muscles were tight all over and it hurt to use some that were stretched so long. He kissed her gingerly on the lips, her brow, and her cheeks. He grabbed a robe for her that hung in the closet and carried her up to their room, drawing a bath for her. He cupped her face and looked into her eyes. "Now, have we learned our lesson?" "Yes, Master." She learned to be sneakier when getting what she wants. And that thought brought a smile to her face that George interpreted as contentment rather than contemplation. Everything Was Perfect Christine sat quietly, looking out the window of their bedroom window. She loved the quiet times in the morning, her husband Dale off to working meant she could sit and think. It was close to a full mile to the road down by the river, she knew that almost the moment Dale got in from the field he was clearing, he would want to go down there. The big Salmon were running, and the government had opened the river so people could catch some. Owning a section of the river bank was great. Not only was it one of the very best spots to catch the big fish on the entire river, but private too. That was also their very special place, it was where she and Dale had lain on a blanket hidden a bit back in the bushes. He had touched her intimately for the very first time that day. Her orgasm from his gentle touch had been blinding, it was something she knew she would never forget. Christine had helped Dale carry the boards down there to build the tiny cabin on the bank years later, chaining the platform off solidly to some huge trees that grew there. The higher tides might carry it off otherwise, and Dale had wrestled some large logs down there to create a float for when the tide was high. Life was fine on their huge ranch, Dale had inherited what turned out to be 25 years of neglect from his parents. They both were elderly and just could not keep up with everything, and finally they didn't even try. The engines were rusted solid in both tractors, the huge baler, built in 1939 had worked perfectly the day it was stored but it was never going to ever bale anything again. There was a big 12' self propelled Heston mower, all of the pulleys were rusted, the belts and drapes rotten. Replacement equipment was hugely expensive, but Dale searched and found what he needed. The old machinery he cut up for scrap and hauled that to town and sold it all. Even the monstrous barn was failing, but Dale cut some young Fir trees and peeled those, swinging them up and into place for support. Those times were very hard, everything cost a lot and for several years the two of them lived off of what they could grow or manage to catch. But now two dozen fat black Angus cattle grazed the fields with their young at their sides, the berry vines were gone from acres and acres of flat land that had been overrun and the prices the hay crops brought were good. Big trucks brought in loads of fat Sheep, the pasture income from doing that paid the taxes. The little home Dale's grandfather had built to live out his life in was now a rental, bringing in a stipend every month. Dale told her that one day timber would once again bring good prices, when it did they would be set because over 200 acres were heavily timbered and mature. But so far things simply stayed tight, Christine became quite good at canning food and smoking meat. Deer were plentiful, in the Fall Dale slipped out after dark, dropping a young Buck for food. Christine never went with him as he strapped the big flashlight to his Father's old rifle. She did help cutting up the meat, though. Life before had been far easier, sometimes she missed just being able to buy something if she wanted it. Her man was so good to her, so kind and loving, she would have lived with him under a bridge if it came to that. Dale being good in business had done well before, made some capital and bought out his wayward brother Franklin. Franklin had done almost 6 years in a federal prison for growing and selling things that was frowned on by government. When he was released, he had nothing so Dale paid him $100,000 of their own life savings for his share of the big ranch. I was worth more than that, but it was all they had, and the surprise was that Franklin took it. The truth there was that Frankiln would never have made a farmer. Working with Cattle and Sheep, operating tractors just was not his thing. Franklin preferred partying, and trying to figure out a way to make a fast buck. When he was around, he made Christine nervous, always looking at her like she was something he wanted to eat. He never said or did anything, so that was just a feeling she got. +++ Dale had been great from the beginning, Christine met him in high school. She was a cheerleader at the games, but Dale was on the track team. He wasn't tall at just 5'9" or even big anywhere. Too short for basketball, too light for football really, he did have one thing he could do. Dale could run like the wind. The cheerleaders didn't go to the track meets, not to cheer them on anyway. But one of her girl friends told her about this guy who had the world's fastest legs, so curious she went to one of the meets at their local field. Her friend was not kidding, not one bit. The boy could run, he was 30 feet in front by the first straight stretch and pulled away for all four laps around the field. So when Dale crossed the finish line almost directly in front of her, she leaped to her feet and did what she did at the games. She cheered. Dale looked up at her, panting while he walked off his efforts. He was soaked in sweat, his intense brown eyes met hers. Then he smiled. Christine was lost at that moment, and from then on. All the way home that evening, her head was full of Dale's look, that steady gaze. She woke up in the middle of the night, her dream clear, those eyes looking at her. The next Monday at school she was struggling with her locker, the thing always gave her fits. The door stuck at the top, and the lock would then jam. To get it open required jerking and hitting on it so that was what she was doing. "Hey. Let me take a look." A masculine voice said from behind her. She glanced back, it was him! Dale reached past her, pushed the locker door in slightly at the top, gave it a tug and it opened. "Thank you." Christine managed. He stood there with that same smile, she felt a blush cross her face. He reached out as she went to close the locker door, grabbed the top and bent it downward, then he pressed in at the top and out at the bottom. The door now swung freely, slid right in and out of place. "Oh! Great! Thank you so much!" She told him. "I'm Dale. I saw you at the races. Are you coming Friday? We have another meet after school." "I...OK. Sure, I would love to." "How about after we go to Charlie's Deli, get a sandwich and a soda?" He had that same slight and confident smile. "I would like that. Yes." Christine smiled right back. The entire rest of the week was terribly slow, the big clocks on the walls in every class went "click" as a minute passed, then another. Finally the final bell on Friday rang, Christine had no idea at all what any of the teachers had said all week. The race was fun, this time one of the runners from the other school challenged, she was screaming as they rounded the last turn, Dale in the second lane and a half step behind. The other runner was very tall and muscular, Dale's much shorter stature meant his legs were a blur in comparison. As she jumped up and down in excitement, the other boy's legs began to wobble, Dale moved ahead and by the line he was a step out in front. A half hour later he walked up to her. "Wow, you look nice." He said. Christine had ran all the way home after school, changed clothes and fixed up her hair, even applied traces of makeup. "Oh, this old thing." She answered shyly at his comment. Dale just grinned and took her hand. They walked the nearly one half mile to the little Deli. That was the start, there were several dates, then Dale asked her to go steady. She was pleased with that, by then she had already given up on dating any of the other boys. Over time they both became more familiar with each other, kissing a lot. There was even some petting but just through their clothing, Christine's head swooned when Dale touched her, cupping her breast over her blouse and bra. Her instinct was to stop him but she didn't, that made her feel warm and good. That is all Dale did, but after that he did it a lot. It was mid summer after they had graduated when one afternoon they lay together on a blanket down by the river. Christine wore her one piece swim suit, Dale had on his trunks and that was all. There was a small clearing a few feet back in the bushes, an animal trail led back there. "Want to move?" Dale grinned, nodding that way. Holding hands, they moved the blanket back where it was far more private, out of sight from any boats in the river. That afternoon was the first time Christine touched Dale intimately through his clothes, she felt the hardness of him and her body was trembling in excitement. When he slipped his hand inside her top, she allowed that, it was like tiny little shocks passed through her body. Then he asked her for permission to look at her, she nodded, unable to say anything since her heart was now in her throat. Dale reached up and tried to pull the upper portion of her suit downwards but it was too snug. "You need to unzip it." She whispered to him shyly, her face buried in his neck. He did, Christine kept her eyes squeezed shut, aware from the sudden coolness that her upper body was naked. Dale leaned down and suckled her crinkled up nipple into his mouth, sending shock waves through her again. No boy had ever seen her, or even touched her bare skin there although some had tried when she was dating. Somehow Dale's trunks were down, she felt him and saw him. She knew about males from her sex education class but had never actually seen or touched one. It was the most exciting and delightful experience she had ever had as her warm fingers encircled his erection, almost by instinct. Then his fingers moved the crotch of her suit aside, the zipper in the back was already all the way down so it was easy. Christine climaxed nearly instantly at that first touch of her bare flesh. She knew already about touch, she often did that herself quietly at home, her head full of fantasy. But this was nothing like that, this was intense, amazing. Tears filled her eyes. "Are you OK?" Dale stopped what he was doing, concerned. "I'm fine. I love you so much!" She told him. They didn't go all the way that day, the truth was that Christine was quite ready and would have, but Dale told her they needed to wait, make things right. She did get to experiment with his hardness, her hand at first tentative, then she began a furious motion, wanting desperately to see him orgasm. After that, they were doing that at every opportunity. Then one evening they were parked down by the jetty, she could see Dale's penis barely in the moonlight, so she leaned down to see even better. She loved to look at him, touch him, it made her feel wonderful when his member lurched in her hands. This time without even thinking about it, she slid her lips over the end of it. The taste was salty, she felt it throb in her mouth. Dale groaned loudly, encouraged she began to suck on it. She was by now well aware of what was going to happen and she wanted it to, when he moaned and filled her mouth she had nothing else she could do but swallow it. That caused her own body to be set off, without Dale even touching her. "You are the most wonderful woman on Earth, I love you so much." Dale told her. But still, they did not engage in intercourse. +++ That Fall they married. Their first time together was that evening, and it was everything Christine had hoped for. There was no pain at all that first time, in fact it was rather easy. Dale's regular investigation of her insides with his fingers likely helped a lot with that, he brought her to crashing climaxes many times during their dates. It had gotten so that she looked forward to it, and had even begun to join him on dates with no panties on. Now it was the real thing, and Christine was trembling with anticipation. He did try to be careful by going very slowly at first, but when he paused only part way inside her for too long, she reached down and grasped him, thrusting firmly. Dale let out a groan of pleasure and there was no further need to be cautious. With both of them totally naked together for the very first time, they took turns inspecting each other, giggling the entire time. Then Dale made love to her again, and after they slept for perhaps an hour she woke up to his touching her and she was almost instantly ready. They did go down to the continental breakfast the hotel put on, ate and went right back to their room. The staff of course knew very well they were just married, over the weekend they never even saw a maid. +++ Christine had just turned 30 when the phone rang. Dale answered, his eyes flooded with tears and she knew. Their comfortable life living in the city was now going to change. Dale had worked so very hard, saving everything he could, knowing one day it would be his job to take over the huge ranch. A couple of months later they were living in the main ranch house. After a half dozen years, Christine was used to farm life. The constant work kept her body in shape. No children arrived although they tried, lord did they try. At one point, in frustration, they went to the local clinic for testing. The results were what she had begun to suspect, her own body was fertile, Dale's sperm counts were very low. At an early age he had been extremely ill, actually close to death at one point. For most of an entire school year he had been bed ridden, part of why he was a full year older than his classmates. Once he had healed up, he took up running, and he was very good at it by the time he was in high school. "It is possible I guess, but you might want to consider adoption since you probably will win the lottery first." The Old Doctor told them flatly. Dale did get a pained look on his face, but he didn't say anything. Things changed after that. The regular love making, the giggles and sheer fun of doing it came almost to a stop. Dale became too tired, he became moody and Christine had no idea at all of what to do about it. For the first time in their married life, Christine realized she was unhappy. She did everything she could think of to please her man, cooking his favorite foods, always being eager to pitch in with the work. She tried teasing him, one day they were out in the barn and she lifted her long dress and flashed him as he was picking up a bale of hay. That actually worked and they ended up making love right there in the hay stack, finally ending up with her having to brace herself as the bales slid aside and she all but fell in between them. They lay there cuddled up, enjoying just being together when a voice rang out. "Anybody home?" It was Dale's brother, Franklin. Christine looked up and there he was, she was naked and so was Dale. She jumped up and grabbed her dress, pulled it over her head as Franklin just stood there with a silly grin on his face. "You could have at least turned your back!" She accused him. "And miss out on that? No way!" He laughed. She stomped up to the house, leaving Dale there to talk to his brother. Later, they came in for dinner. Dale didn't act like he was particularly upset, Franklin kept smirking at her which pissed her off. That night, she came to bed and Dale reached out for her. That was actually a surprise, lately Dale sometimes went over a week of showing no interest in sex at all, now here he was wanting it twice in one day? Still, it was wonderful and she enjoyed it very much. Franklin was gone the next afternoon, he had came by to ask Dale for a loan, but they had very little to give. Dale did give him a couple of hundred of their precious dollars though. It was a few days later when Dale shocked her. "You have never been with anyone else but me, have you?" He asked, right in the middle of her serving some mashed potatos. "What? No, of course not. You know that." She answered. "I did once." He told her, taking a bite of food. "What? Who? When? What are you talking about?" Christine asked. "It was way back, remember Margaret Watson?" "You mean from school? You are kidding me." "No, I'm not. She came over that Summer after we graduated, wanting to use our pool so I told her OK." Christine just stared at him. She knew all about Margaret Watson, that girl had a terrible reputation. "One thing led to another, she was teasing me, wearing a bikini that didn't cover anything. Then she asked me to put some lotion on her, and...well...we did it." "You mean...while we were going out?" "Yea, I'm sorry. It just sort of happened." "That was what, 17-18 years ago and you are telling me now?" Christine felt a tear brimming, fought that off. "Yes. It was just once and didn't mean anything, not really. Not like it is with you and me." He said. Christine had no idea at all of how to respond. "It's not like we have a lot of time left." He said. Her face flushed, she knew what he meant. "Anyway, what I am trying to say is...I want you...you know, to get pregnant. Since I...can't...then I was thinking...?" "Dale, what are you trying to say? Do you want me to go to some clinic, maybe end up with 5 or 6 babies at once? Is that it?" "No. You know we can't afford that unless the timber?...not much chance of that in this economy." "What are you saying, Honey? I don't understand?" "You could..maybe find a partner? It wouldn't be like sex, just to get pregnant." Dale was having trouble meeting her gaze. "Dale, there is no way in God's green Earth I am going to bed with some other man!" Christine said loudly. "Calm down, honey. It's just a thought, I figured you might react like this. That's why I told you about Margaret, it wouldn't really mean anything." Christine realized she should be furious with him about Margaret, but what he was asking was far more serious. "I suppose you have someone in mind already, right?" "Not really, it would have to be up to you. But I was thinking, maybe Franklin?" "Oh, my God. You have to be kidding me! Him? That jerk?" "He isn't a jerk, he is just...different than me but he does have the same genes." "Different? No kidding, he did time in JAIL!" Christine yelled. "That was a mistake and he did his time. Just forget it, forget I said anything." Dale pushed back from the table, went into the living room leaving his meal mostly untouched. The rest of that evening was very quiet. Dale was asleep when Christine slid into bed. She lay there for a long time, thinking. Did her man want a child around that bad? Enough to actually allow his wayward brother to do THAT? Things had not been going all that well between them since Dale had found out about his low sperm count, but she had hopes that over time he would get over it, and things could go back to normal. She had come to love the hard ranch life, and she loved Dale more than anything. She had thought she could and would do anything he wanted, but that? Sex with someone, allow some other man to impregnate her? There just was no way at all. And what in the world was that about Margaret Watson? She knew her from high school, she was known as being one of the on the loose side females. Was Dale just making that up, perhaps to justify to her actually doing it herself? This was all completely confusing. +++ It was nearly a full month before Dale brought it up again, this time they were sitting down by the river with lines in the water, waiting for a bite. Christine had actually been hoping her husband would want sex, since this was their special place but Dale showed no signs. "So, have you given any thought to what I told you?" He asked. "Honey, I would love to have a child, give you one but not that way. I just couldn't." Everything Was Perfect "Well. OK. I understand, I guess." She looked at him, he seemed so miserable. Later, after getting no bites they went home. Christine's hopes for perhaps some loving were dashed. That evening in bed, she lay there with her mind in a whirl. "You would hate me, wouldn't you?" She whispered. "Hate you? What? Why, you know I love you?" He whispered back. "If I did...you know..to made us a baby." Christine managed to get out. "You mean you might? Oh honey, that would be so wonderful! I know it will be terrible for you to have to go through but it will make me so happy for us to have a child." Dale was beside himself as he reached for her, she didn't really expect that. But he was so eager she joined right in. For the first time she could remember, she did not reach her own peak with him. Her mind was completely elsewhere. Could she? Could she actually...do that? +++ Dale sat quietly in their living room the night she prepared to do what he asked. It had taken quite some time before she finally gave in. She had flatly rejected the idea of ever doing anything with Franklin. As she explained, she would be forced to face him after, and she was afraid that once would never be enough for him. Besides, she didn't like him much, he made her uncomfortable. Christine dressed herself nicely, nothing scandalous, just attractive, a pretty blouse and a skirt. She had carefully figured out that she was in her most fertile time. She was doing her very best to appear completely calm, but inside, she was in complete turmoil. "Should I take off my rings?" She asked her husband. "No." Dale told her after a moment's hesitation. "Most guys won't care, I want whoever you pick to know you really belong to me." She told him she wanted no one they knew to ever find out, so they had decided she would take the car and drive all the way to the valley over 100 miles away. The lounge at the airport there had a reputation of being a place where people met. It had to be a complete stranger, something she did not like very much since she was well aware of the risks. But she could think of no other way and keep it a complete secret. "It will probably be tomorrow morning before I get back." She hugged him and kissed him. "OK. Good luck." Dale told her as she left. That sounded so totally strange to her. "Good luck?" Resigned to what she had agreed to do, Christine walked out the door. +++ The drive seemed to take forever, finally she pulled into the lounge parking lot. She sat there for a very long time, thinking. Then gritting her teeth, she got out and went inside. That simple act took all of the courage she could muster. There were several men in the lounge, and a few couples. No one seemed to pay her any attention, that helped a little bit. Christine stepped to the bar, the young woman took her order for a glass of Ginger Ale. She nursed that for nearly an hour, no one approached or said anything to her. When she asked for a second glass, a man was suddenly there. "May I buy that for you?" He asked her with a smile. Christine nodded. "Here we go." She thought to herself. The man introduced himself as Harmon, he was travelling, a salesman. Christine looked him over as best as she could. He was slightly taller than her husband, older also. The sides of his temples had spackles of gray, he appeared slender and in shape. He also seemed interested, making efforts to be be charming, funny. Christine actually found herself relaxing, enjoying his easy manner as they talked for over an hour. Glancing down, she had seen the simple Gold band on his ring finger, so he was married. That thought crossed her mind. Was this a type of man who would cheat on his wife? But then here she was, so what could she say about that? She and Dale had even discussed that, a married man might be safer. Christine was not too sure of that, though. "I see you have a wedding ring on?" Harmon asked her, breaking her brief silence. So he was having the same thoughts? "Yes. I am married." She looked down. "Me, too. But it's OK, we are just talking. It gets lonely when I am travelling. Say, do you want to go get something to eat? It will be my treat, I have an expense account." He said. Christine almost laughed at that, it was now nearly 11 PM. "No, I'm not hungry." She looked over at him, and smiled. He smiled back. It was time, if she was going to do it, she might as well get it over with. "Do you have a room?" She asked him suddenly. She felt a flush cross her face. That took every ounce of courage she had to say. Harmon's eyes widened, then he grinned. "Yes, I do. Would you like to see it?" He asked. "All right." She answered. No one seemed to notice as they left the lounge, turned and went down a long hallway to the elevators. They stood quietly, not saying a word as they reached the 3rd floor. Harmon led her down the hallway to a room, inserted his key card. Christine nearly bolted, but she managed to force herself to step in. The room was tidy, a queen sized bed filled most of it. "You are really pretty." Harmon said to her as he closed the door. "Thank you." Christine managed. Then she just stood there with no real idea of what to do next. "The bathroom is right there if you want to..freshen up. You can even catch a quick shower if you want to." Harmon said. That sounded totally ridiculous to her. Here she was, in a strange room with a strange man, she didn't even know his last name and he was asking her if she wanted to use his shower? She turned to him, looked him right in the eyes. Her hands came up to the front of her blouse, began to undo them. Harmon stood and watched, a smile on his face. She slipped the blouse back off of her shoulders, as he just stood there. Reaching back, she tripped her bra and dropped it to the floor. Harmon's eyes fell to her breasts. Her instinct was to cover herself, but she didn't. When she walked to the bed and sat down, he began to remove his own clothing. She watched, feeling almost like she was seeing a film with someone else in it, this did not seem real. Lifting herself up, Christine stripped off her panties quickly, those hung up on her shoes so she kicked them off. Then she sat back down on the edge of the bed in just her skirt. She felt no excitement at all, this was nothing like when she undressed for Dale, and felt delighted with his eyes on her. Harmon hooked his thumbs into his briefs, slid them down and off. His penis was fully erect, but Christine nearly had to stifle a laugh. It was no larger than her index finger. "You are so beautiful." He told her, sitting beside her on the bed. His hand came up and fondled one breast. Then he reached over and found the zipper on her skirt, she wriggled her hips to help him, lifting her legs out as it reached her ankles. With both of them naked, he reached over and pressed her back onto the bed, leaning down to lick her. Christine stopped him, telling him no. Only her husband had ever done that, she just could not let this man. He hesitated for a moment, she saw him begin to lose his erection. She reached down with one hand to fondle him, encourage him to just get it over with as he slid up on top of her. It quickly became firm again as she used the tips of her fingers to roll the circumsized head. Dale liked that and always responded, this man reacted the same. He began to kiss her upper body. She could feel his member poking at her loins, trying to find her entrance. She stroked him, moved him into position as he thrust forward. His penis found her, but she was so dry he was not making progress. She almost could not feel him, so she tried again with her hand to align him. Reaching further she found his pouch, gripped gently like she often did with her husband. He ejaculated almost instantly when her hand touched him this time, letting out a groan as he did. Then he rolled over onto his back, the last of his ejaculate spurting into the air. "I'm sorry." He stammered. Christine now had no idea of what to do. Harmon appeared to be totally embarrassed, his eyes would not meet hers. He got up and went into the bathroom, not looking at her. Christine picked up a towel and wiped the man's sperm off of herself, dressed quickly and left. She had no experience at all with anything like what had just happened, all she wanted to do now was get away from that situation, get home to her husband. She drove very fast on the way home, almost danderously. +++ Dale was awake, it was barely past 3 AM when she walked in. "Is everything OK? Did you....?" "Yes. It's all done." She lied. She did not want to tell him what had really happened, thinking perhsps he would then just let the idea alone. She had no desire at all to ever do anything like that again. If she told him she had failed, he might insist she try again. Of course, when she did not end up pregnant it might come up, but perhaps she could think of something by then. Right now all she wanted was to be held, to be home and safe again. "Oh. Ok, then." Dale said. "I have to shower." Christine told him. Dale nodded. She ran the water as hot as she could stand it, came out and slipped into the bed. Dale lay there quietly for a long time. "I know you have already, but...I need to..." He said suddenly, reaching for her. Christine fondled him in return, then suddenly she felt an overwhelming urge for him. She still felt almost dirty from what had happened and she desperately needed him to hold her. Their lovemaking was intense, Dale pounded at her like he was reclaiming her for his own. Over the next several days, they made love every single day and a couple of times twice. Dale didn't even mention her trip to the valley for several days. Then he did, asking her first what the man was like. Christine didn't really want to talk about it, she had already lied to her husband, telling him she had done it. Unsure, she made up a story, telling him how she had been shy but wanted so badly to make him happy. When she told him truthfully that the man had attempted oral and she would not allow it, wanting to save that as special for just him, he actually seemed pleased. "Was it good?" Dale asked her. "Not very, you are way better. I didn't even orgasm." She told him, wondering why he would even want to know. "Was he...big?" Dale pressed the issue. "No, honey. He was..I guess he was just average." "Are you telling me the truth?" He suddenly sounded irritated. Christine had never really been untruthful to Dale, now she was mostly lying and he was picking right up on that. "No, honey. Of course not." She lied again. She had hoped that by telling Dale she had tried and it failed to make her pregnant, he would then let it go. But one lie breeds another, now she had no way to tell him what had really happened. If she did tell him the truth, that the man had been unable to really complete the act, what would he think of her? +++ When Christine skipped her period that next month, at first she didn't realize, then she knew she was late. By the second time she skipped she was sure, the Doctor confirmed it. After all this time, after actually trying to do what she had done, her husband had succeeded!! She was almost flying on the way home, Dale was out on the tractor when she drove up. She hopped onto her little Honda 200 ATV and went out there. "We are pregnant!!" She blurted out the moment Dale shut the machine off so he could hear. He frowned. "That's good." He said finally. He didn't seem pleased. "Dale, it's yours!! It really is!! Nothing happened, not really, when I went out." "It's OK honey. It's what we wanted." He climbed off of the machine and hugged her. She knew he didn't believe her. "Dale! I am telling you the truth! This is our baby, yours and mine! It has to be because I didn't...I never..." She stopped when she saw he was still frowning. "Christine, I know, all right? I am well aware that I can't be a Father. But we can raise this child as if I am, and it's OK." "No, it's not OK. You are the father, I am telling you the truth!" Dale looked at her, turned and got back onto the big machine and started it. Christine cried all the way back to the house. She had Dale's favorite meal prepared when he came in, he washed up and sat down to eat, not saying a single word. Later, he went in and watched TV as she cleaned up and did the dishes. She wanted desperately to talk to him, explain. In bed that night, she tried to cuddle up but he pushed her away, telling her he was tired. Over the next several weeks, everything seemed to just be going downhill. Christine thought of dozens of ways to broach the subject, try to convince her husband that the baby now growing in her belly really was his. But everything she thought of to say just sounded lame. Her few attempts were met with irritation, a few times almost anger. "Why do you keep throwing that in my face?" Dale yelled at her once, causing her to break into tears. "Because it's the truth, honey!" She wailed. "Look, I know I told you it was all right for you to go out and fuck some guy to get pregnant. Now you are, so let's just let it go, OK?" "Honey, it's yours. And I didn't." She cried. Dale just threw up his hands and walked out. She heard the big tractor start up, then she sat with her head in her hands. +++ The morning she felt the baby coming she nudged Dale awake. "It's time." She told him. Dale drove her to the hospital. Christine's labor was not all that difficult, by early morning the nurses handed her a strapping 8 pound baby boy. She was pleased to see the huge mass of jet black hair, just like Dale's. Her first visitor was not what she expected at all. She was startled to look up and see Franklin walk in. "What are you doing here? Where is Dale?" She asked. "Dale is working, he called me so I am going over to help out this afternoon. I just wanted to see the kid, is all." He grinned at her. Christine reached down and bared her baby's face. "Here is your Uncle Franklin, sweetie." She cooed. "Hey, Dale told me all about it, but it's no big deal. He wanted a kid and he has one." He smirked at her. Christine looked at him in shock. "Next time if you want another one, let me know. I will be happy to oblige." He laughed at that. "Frank, I want you to get out of here! You can just go fuck yourself!" Christine yelled. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Christine. It ain't no big deal." He told her as he was leaving. He stopped at the door, looked back. "Nice looking kid, I guess you can pick real well!" He was gone before she could respond. The rest of the morning she was upset, but she knew things were already touchy so she managed to compose herself. Dale came in later in the afternoon, looked at the child. He did smile as the baby nursed happily at her breast. "A boy, I guess that's something." He muttered. "He looks just like you, Honey." Christine blurted out. Dale's face darkened at that. "What's the matter?" She asked. "You know what's the matter! Too bad he isn't really mine!" He said loudly enough one of the older nurses looked up in surprise. Then he left, clearly upset. Christine had wanted to mention what Franklin had said but Dale was in and back out before she could bring it up. The nurse came over and handed her some tissue, sat down. "OK. What's the matter, honey?" She asked in a comforting tone. Christine let loose with a torrent of words, told the nurse the whole story. The woman listened, nodding. "Well, this is different, we see cases where the husband isn't the father all the time, but what you tell me is he has to be?" She said. "Yes, I didn't...we didn't. It was just like I said, the man didn't..he couldn't.." Christine was really crying now. "From what you tell me it is pretty unlikely, so how about we get you one of those DNA tests and just prove it?" "Is that expensive? We don't have much money." Christine asked. "Let me see what I can do, sweetie." The nurse grinned. When Dale came in for a visit later on that day, he was met in the waiting room by that same nurse. When she told him she was going to have the test run, he started to throw a fit but her hands came up to her hips and the look on her face brought Dale right to a stop. "There is no need for that." He complained. "Sir, you are going to give me a sample or I am going to find a needle and get one right out of your ass!" She hissed at him. Dale submitted to giving her a swab sample, she placed it in a small pouch and then sent him into the room with Christine. "What was that all about?" He demanded. "I am going to prove it to you." She told him stubbornly. The long talk with her nurse had helped a lot. "With some men, honey, just just need to put your foot down." The older nurse had told her with a grin. "What if it comes back that I am not the father?" Dale asked. "It won't." "Really?" He asked. "Really." She told him. Just then the nurse came in to check, she took one look and told them she would come back later. She closed the door on the way out. Dale sat calmly and listened as Christine told him in detail exactly what had really happened. "You would have though, if the guy...I mean..?" Dale asked. "Yes. I would have. For you, for us." She said. "It's what you said you wanted." She added. "Honey, I'm sorry. I really am." He said. Then he hugged her. For the first time in months she felt that things might be all right. +++ It was nearly three months later when the manila envelope arrived. Christine sat calmly waiting for Dale to come in from working, leaving the envelope untouched on the kitchen table. Her man's confidence had returned, he was once again her loving husband. Completely sure of what the results would be, she wanted Dale to be there, to open the parcel himself and know for sure. She heard the big tractor outside, then the screech of the hinges on the barn door. Dale came in, his face dusty from being out in the field. Christine got up and opened him a cold beer, he sat down, taking a sip. "What's this?" He asked, picking up the envelope. "The test results." She smiled at him. Dale looked at the parcel. He studied it for several long seconds. "I already know, honey. It's fine, I love you and our big fellow." He got up and walked over to the crib, picked up little Dale junior and kissed him. The baby cooed in delight, then giggled. Dale walked over and handed the child to Christine, then picked up the envelope. He tore it into pieces, dropped it into the trash can. He gave her a big grin. "What's for dinner?" Dale asked her. +++ The next morning Christine handed Dale a thermous of Coffee, the hay crop was dry and he was going to begin baling by afternoon. He leaned down and gave her a kiss, causing the memory of the night before to flash into her mind. He didn't kiss her for very long because if he did, she was going to make him late. Later, Dale junior was fussing, she picked him up and pressed him to her breast. When he finally settled down, she went into the kitchen. Glancing over, she noticed the report still there in the trash can, in several pieces. She walked over and picked it up. Figuring out the pieces, she put them together. "0.00%" It read. She reread it in shock, but the numbers stayed the same. In the drawer underneath the counter was a box of garbage bags, she dumped the report and all of the household trash into the big plastic bag. Outside, she placed the bag into their garbage dumpster, then turned and went back into the house. Christine always was the one to take out the trash so her doing that would not even be noticed. Everything Was Perfect Their son was Dale's, and always would be. Rubbing her belly, she was pretty sure she would have another surprise for her man, as soon as she saw her Doctor in a few weeks. Her period was already two full weeks late. The baby was fussing again, she picked him up and moved to the rocker, pressing his face to her other breast. From there, she could look out the window at the dust coming off the rear tires of the big machine. She began to gently rock, humming to her son. Things would be just fine.