12 comments/ 79140 views/ 19 favorites A Good Marriage Ch. 01 By: jomar Chapter 1 -- Beginnin's In a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** It was cliché, but it happened that way, nevertheless. Mark arrived just before sunset at the Fourth of July party his lifelong friend Paul was hosting at his sprawling suburban home. Mark said his hellos, introduced Laura, his date, and they wandered through the spacious, well decorated house to the backyard. He scanned the property. Large, manicured, professionally landscaped and rimmed by high hedges. Music surrounded them, flowing from unseen speakers. Muffled conversations and bursts of laughter, the tinkling of ice in glasses, the koosh of beers being opened, Mark smiled at the party sounds. He took in all the smiling people, most of whom he knew. Mark's gaze swept the yard, from left to right and he spotted her standing with a small group of people on the other side of the pool. She was stunning and he was stunned, immobilized for a moment as their eyes locked. A connection that went for just longer than a casual glance called for. His date noticed the hitch and asked him if anything was wrong. Mark stammered no, that he just thought he'd seen an old friend he hadn't seen in years, but it wasn't him. For the rest of the party, a couple of hours, Mark was distracted by the redhead he'd first seen across the pool. He was attentive to and enjoyed his date's company, but his thoughts were nonetheless distracted by the woman he'd first seen across the pool. Drinks, music, dancing and fireworks, a good time with friends and then home where he and Laura made love on Mark's queen sized bed. In the morning, after they made love again, after Laura left to tend to her own affairs, Mark thought about the redhead he'd seen the night before. The redhead he couldn't help but keep an eye on throughout the party. He'd admired the way she moved, her athletic grace, her erect posture and confident walk. He'd watched how she'd interacted with others, friendly, charming, laughing, loose and open it seemed. He wondered who the man was she left with and what their relationship was. Mark was annoyed with himself because he hadn't talked to her, hadn't found a reason to slip away from his date for a few minutes. After all, he might never see her again though odds were fair he would, given that she was at Paul's party, appeared to have some connection. Mark wondered if she was in a relationship, married or gay even. He hoped he would have the chance to find out. Paul was a social being. He hosted frequent gatherings and had another one a few weeks later. Mark decided to go solo thinking, praying, the redhead would be there. He changed clothes several times, trying to pick out just the right look. Finally, he said screw it and went as himself because that's who he'd be, try to be, if he met her. When Mark spotted her across the room his heart beat faster and his pulse raced. He looked around and saw Paul, waited until Paul was between guests and cornered him. "Paul." "Hey Mark, you made it. I didn't see you come in." "I snuck in the front door." "Ah, no wonder." "Anyway, I want to ask you something." Paul smiled, "I bet." "No, seriously. The redhead. Who is she?" He laughed. "I knew it!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. So what's her story?" "She's Carrie McCarthy. Moved here from Seattle a couple of months ago. She writes novels." "Anything I'd know?" "If you read romance novels and bodice rippers you might." "Fat chance," Mark said. "Get this, one of the other editors in Eileen's firm works with Carrie. Don't tell anyone, but she writes romantica." Mark gave him a look. "What's that?" Paul rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, I forgot you don't have a wife in the business. Romantica is like a romance book but with explicit sex scenes." "She writes porn?" Mark said and drew his head back a bit in surprise. "Shhh, not so loud. Yeah. Pretty hot, huh?" Paul grinned. "I wish Eileen would write some. Might rev her up a bit." Mark laughed. "Is she attached?" "I'm married to her! Don't get any ideas!" "Funny. Carrie, not Eileen." "Not that I know of. Eileen said she dates, but nothing serious." "You actually asked?" Mark looked at Paul with surprise. "Fuck yeah! Just look at her. How can you not want to know about that." "I bet Eileen took it well." "Hey! Give me some credit here. I've been married awhile and know how to get information without pissing off the general." Mark laughed and said, "I want to meet her, but I don't know. She's probably out of my league." "Hey pal, don't sell yourself short. If I were gay I'd be all over your stuff." They both laughed. "Alright, alright. Can't get a hit if you don't step up to the plate, right?" "Attaboy," Paul pointed a finger at him. "And remember, failure is not an option!" He grinned, clapped Mark on the back and took his leave to mingle with his guests. Carrie was constantly surrounded, mostly by men, and Mark wondered how he could possibly get her attention, get her alone. He was mapping out a strategy when he saw her excuse herself from the person she was talking to and start his way. She was looking directly at Mark and striding gracefully, purposefully toward him. He noticed she placed one foot directly in front of the other at the mid-line of her tall, slender body. People glanced her way as she moved across the room. Mark gulped, took a deep breath and tried to prepare himself. He couldn't believe how nervous he was. It wasn't like him at all. He was typically confident and self-assured with women. It was a strange feeling. Carrie stopped in front of Mark. She stuck out her hand and said, "Hello. I'm Carrie McCarthy." "Hello Carrie McCarthy. I'm Mark Stevens. I can't believe it actually worked." She cocked her head to one side. "What actually worked Mark Stevens?" "Mind control. I've been sending you telepathic commands to come over here and introduce yourself to me. Amazing, isn't it?" Carrie laughed and said, "And here I thought it was I saw you talkin' to Paul and starin' at me." Her voice was smoky and her Irish accent enchanting. "I beg your pardon! That was not a stare. That was merely a prolonged glance. I'm no longer a stalker." Carrie laughed. "But aye, busted. I did ask Paul about you." "Doin' reconnaissance, eh." "The basic research." "Well, fair's fair then. Confession time." "Already?" "Shut up," she said with a smile. "I asked Eileen about you, too." "Seriously?" Mark was taken aback. "To be sure. I noticed you at the Fourth of July party. You had a date or I would have tried some mind control of me own." Mark smiled and said, "Wow. That's a shock. So what was the report?" "Let's see, you moved back here, to the Bay area, a couple of years ago after you broke up with a girlfriend you'd been with for a few years." "She broke up with me. She moved to Japan for her job." "I know. I was just givin' you the summary." "Great, thanks a lot Eileen." Carrie laughed and continued, "You're thirty years old, you work for an internet company out of your home and have a flexible schedule." "Did Eileen give you my tax returns, too?" "Of course not! She said I have to worm that out of you meself," Carrie said and poked Mark in the chest with her finger. Mark laughed. They continued to chat. At one point they grew silent. Mark looked at Carrie, into her amazing green eyes and felt something stir inside of him. He smiled. Carrie looked at him, smiled, nodded slightly and said, "I had a feelin' I'd like you Mark Stevens, and so far so good." Mark laughed and said, "Well, I certainly hope I don't blow the audition." He was immensely attracted to Carrie. About a head shorter, thick, straight red hair that fell just below the shoulders and a slender build. A dusting of freckles on her beautiful face and neckline and Mark couldn't help wonder about the rest of her. And that aura! Carrie radiated sensuality. She didn't do anything overt, Mark didn't notice any seductive behavior, but the woman simply vibrated with sexual energy and confidence. Carrie was happy she had approached Mark. He never would have gotten her alone because she attracted a lot of attention. She always had, was used to it and early on learned how to handle men, and women, with diplomacy and grace. Carrie had noticed Mark at Paul's last party and had been intrigued by his looks and the way he moved and handled himself. She had definitely noticed him from a distance. And close up she wasn't disappointed. Tall, classically handsome, trim and he appeared to be in shape. She couldn't tell how toned or muscular he was because of the hang of his clothes, which she liked, a lot. And she enjoyed his banter. Carrie loved to laugh and found Mark to be witty, charming and engaging. And sexy. Very sexy. Arousingly sexy. The wit, the confidence and the looks were irresistible to her. She was surprised to realize she had butterflies, for heaven's sake, and she hadn't felt that way for a very long time. And so it began. They went on their first official date a few nights later. Their second date followed a week after that and the third two days later. Mark learned that Carrie had been born in Dublin, left home for New York at eighteen and traveled the world as a runway model. She did some print ads as well and wrote on the side. It took her seven years to get her college degree, most of it online, because of all her travels and her busy schedule. She landed in Chicago for no particular reason and when she tired of the climate moved to the Bay area, which she had always loved. She made a lot of money as a model and now earned a more than comfortable living with her varied lines of books, all of which she wrote under a pseudonym. Carrie learned that Mark had been born in the Bay area, was an only child, and that his parents were university professors. He graduated from MIT, secured a great job in Silicon Valley had a series of relationships and, after his last girlfriend moved to Japan, moved back to the Bay area where he worked from his home. No, their story certainly wasn't new. It happened to people every day for thousands of years. But it was their turn now. It was happening to Mark and Carrie and they couldn't imagine anyone in the history of all mankind ever being happier than themselves. And so, four seasons after they met they were married. They honeymooned in the Maldives, their secluded room on stilts, out on the water and accessed by a long pier. Mark and Carrie walked back from the open air restaurant where they'd had seafood and, for fun, fruity drinks. Hand in hand they strolled along the pier to their room on the water. "I'm so glad I talked to you at Paul's party. Who would have guessed where it would lead." Carrie stepped in from of Mark and pirouetted in a display of joy, her skirt flaring as she twirled. Mark smiled and took her in his arms. "Absolutely. I'm the luckiest man in the world." Mark squeezed her. She was slender, but not slender enough to be a runway model, he thought. "Tell me again why you approached me." "Well, it takes a brave man to approach me, it does." "Are you calling me a coward?" Carrie smiled. "Nothin' cowardly about you that I've seen so far." Mark smiled, lost in her emerald eyes that held nothing but love. "I saw you over there across the room bein' all tall and handsome. I thought, I got to get me some of that!" Mark laughed. "I felt the same, but I love you for your brain." "Liar!" They kissed for a long time. She sighed when the kiss ended and they walked on, hand in hand. Carrie said, "I can't explain it. There was somethin' about you. I just couldn't bear the thought of lettin' you get away again without meetin' you. I didn't want the party to end without talkin' to you. And with all those hounds sniffin' round me I didn't know if you'd get the chance, so I came to you instead." Mark opened the door to the room. "I would never have let that party end without getting your number." Entering, Carrie grabbed Mark's shirt, pulled him to her, said, "And boy-o-boy have you got my number," and kissed him hard. They kissed, tongues swirling and dancing, faster and more desperate. Mark unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders, down her arms and off. He pulled down Carrie's skirt, letting it drop to the floor where she kicked it away. She wasn't wearing panties. Mark put his hands on her bottom and pulled her against him, against his hardness. Mark put his hands on her shoulders and pushed Carrie to her knees. She moaned and mouthed him through his thin shorts. He looked down at his beautiful wife and ran his hands through her thick red hair as she mouthed him. Carrie fondled him through his shorts, unbuttoned, unzipped them and drew them down his legs and he stepped out of them. Carrie swirled her tongue around his head and took him in her mouth. She used her mouth and tongue and hands and lips to give him pleasure. She used her talent and skills and Mark's hips churned and she was mewling and making wet noises as Mark came and his thrusts slowed. Mark pulled Carrie up and kissed her, tasting the faint residue of his cum in her mouth. Mark took off his shirt and lay on the bed. He gestured to her and she straddled him. He cupped her ass and pulled her to his mouth. Mark looked up at his love while he licked her, nibbled and chewed her, loving that she was slick and hairless there. Carrie looked down at her love and caressed his hair. Mark licked, nibbled and bit and Carrie grabbed his hair, pinched her nipples, rode his faced and shouted and came. Carrie scooted back down his chest and now he was inside of her. She was still. She looked around the cottage, open on the three sides not facing other cottages, glorious blue water surrounding them. She breathed deeply, thought about how utterly happy she was and how much she loved Mark. She looked down at his handsome face smiling up at her, love in his eyes. She felt his thick cock twitch in her and she rotated her hips. Mark caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples and pulled them down toward him. Their tongues met and clashed, their hands hungry for one another. Carrie pushed Mark's arms above his head and whispered, "Be still, love," and ground against him. She put her hands on his chest and rotated her hips, side to side, back and forth. She was pleased to hear Mark moan. Carrie snapped her hips a certain way that made Mark cry out in pleasure. She clinched and released her muscle on him as she moved and smiled when he said, "God, that's good." Carrie slowed down when she felt him get close, speeding back up as his breathing slowed, was less desperate. Carrie kept Mark on the brink of orgasm for an impossibly long time before letting him come with a roar and an arch that lifted her knees off the bed. They stayed naked in their cottage on stilts in the clear water surrounding the island. They got dressed only to get supplies and eat at the restaurant. The location was remote, romantic, sensual and perfect for them as they expressed their undying love for each other. Mark and Carrie even talked about moving there so they would never have to leave their paradise island of love and bliss. But the day finally came when they had to leave their Maldives love nest. Carrie's hand rubbed the inside of his thigh on the boat back to the mainland where they caught a flight home, during which Mark became a member in good standing of the mile high club. ********** Thank you for taking the time to read the first chapter of Mark and Carrie's story, I hope you enjoyed it. Writers love feedback so please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. A Good Marriage Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- Discovery In a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** Mark and Carrie moved to Sausalito where they had a great view of the bay and enjoyed the bohemian atmosphere. Carrie laughed when Mark carried her over the threshold and they didn't make it past the foyer before tumbling to the floor and making love. They made love in every room of the house, multiple times, and joked that they wanted to smile at the memory of fucking on each couch, chair, washer, dryer and other flat surfaces throughout. Carrie was insatiable, wanting some form of sex at least once a day, usually more. Blowjobs, handjobs, quickies, and marathons. They watched each other masturbate then continued their chores. He fingered her to orgasm before grilling tuna steaks. Carrie would come up behind Mark, put her hands down his shorts and fondle him. She'd whisper in his ear, "It's been ages since you fucked me." Mark loved her accent, it gave her words a musical lilt: "Aytes bain ages since ya fooked mae." She was irresistible and he couldn't imagine a future in which they wouldn't be together. Around the house Carrie wore skimpy clothes, tight and revealing, or loose, sheer gauzy things, all designed to keep Mark aroused. Carrie liked Mark in loose athletic shorts for easy access. She liked him shirtless or in form fitting tees. She adored his wide shoulders and torso that tapered to a slim waist. Carrie swooned over his defined chest, strong legs and tight ass. She couldn't keep her hands and mouth off of him. Life settled into a routine of sorts. Carrie wrote wherever it suited, often on the back deck overlooking the bay in the distance. Mark mostly worked in his office since he liked using a large monitor. They'd intersect and make love, seek each other out and fuck. About six months living in their home Mark finally got around to clearing the garage of the boxes they stored there when they first moved in. Most of the boxes were miscellaneous items that collect over time that have no particular place to go. Some were Mark's and some were Carrie's. Mark was carrying the last two boxes to the walk-up attic. His foot caught the uppermost step and he stumbled. The top box fell and hit the floor at an angle causing the lid to pop open and the contents spilled, fanning out across the plywood floor. "Dammit," Mark said. He put the other box in its place and returned with a sigh to pick up the mess scattered about. Mark knelt down, opened the box completely so he could put the items back in. The box was marked "Carrie" and contained photos. As Mark picked them up and sorted through them a sick, sinking feeling crept over him. There were pictures of Carrie, of men, and of Carrie with the men. Smiling at the men, arms around each other, happy. A few of Carrie in lingerie. A naked man in a chair, a book over his privates. A couple hundred pictures of Carrie and other men. Mark was reeling. His stomach was in knots, his heart was in his throat. He didn't know what to think, what to do. Mark fought the urge to run downstairs and confront Carrie before she left for town, to find out exactly what the pictures were about. His heart was beating like a jackhammer and he realized he was breathing hard. He had to slow down. He had to think. Mark sifted through the pictures, a loud buzzing in his ears. He counted about seventy-five men from what he could tell. Seventy-five men. No sex pictures, but it was clear she wasn't just friends with these men. Had Carried really slept with seventy-five men? Mark knew she had three long-term relationships that lasted between one and two years, but he had no idea about all these men. He figured she probably had a few other lovers, but this? This? This never even crossed his mind. Think, Mark told himself, think. He decided to not confront her until he could sort through his feelings. He loved her, after all. With all his heart. But now...did he really know Carrie? He thought he had. But...seventy-five men? Mark put the pictures in the box and put the box on top of the others. He walked slowly, stiffly back downstairs to his office, sat down and stared at his computer screen, seeing nothing. He was glad Carrie had already left for a meeting at her publisher's office so he wouldn't have to see her. Mark didn't think he could act normal around her at the moment. He had to prepare himself. And think. Carrie arrived home while Mark was in the kitchen. She came to him, put her hand on the back of his neck, pulled him to her and kissed him. She pulled him to the den, pushed his shorts down and shoved him onto the couch. He was hard. Sometimes Carrie simply walked by, gave him a look and he got hard. He'd grab her, bend her over a club chair or counter, lift her skirt and fuck her. She rarely wore panties at home, though sometimes did only so she could peel them off for him. Other times Carrie would get a surge, push Mark to the floor and sit on his face. He'd grab her ass and make her come. "Oh my god, I'm so horned up," she said as she sat on his cock, her skirt flowing around them. "I was at the store thinkin' of a new sex scene for my book and it became us and I got sooo wet. I'm fuckin' drippin' wet for you, darlin'." Carrie took Mark's head in her hands and kissed him. "I love you so much, Mark. I love you so, so much," she said and rocked on him. Mark put a hand on her ass and added pressure to her movements. He grabbed Carrie's breast and massaged it, squeezed it. He yanked her t-shirt off. Carrie arched and presented her breasts to him. The box of pictures flashed through his mind and a mixture of emotions surged. He thrust into her and she grunted. He bit and twisted her nipples and she moaned and held his head to her. Mark lifted Carrie and she squealed in delight as he whipped her around and down on her back, never withdrawing his cock from her cunt. Mark pushed her legs up and back and fucked his beautiful wife, his precious wife, as hard as he could. He pounded into Carrie, driving her into the cushion. Carrie moaned and grunted and urged him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. It went on and on and on and finally she rasped, "Yes. I'm there!" She grabbed his arms, went rigid, and yelped. Mark felt her spasm and pump her hips and he thrust and came deep inside of his soulmate. Mark lay on Carrie as they caught their breath. She stroked his hair and back. "Wow, love. That was quite a matinee performance. I hope you got enough left for the evenin' show." "It might be two shows tonight." "Oooh, I could live with that." "I love you, Carrie. I love you so much," Mark said softly. The picture of Carrie with the man at the beach popped in and out of his mind and a hollow feeling seeped into his gut. "Me too, darlin'." They kissed, disengaged and she said, "I need to write that chapter while it's still fresh in my mind. God, that was good, honey," she said and whisked away. Mark slowly pulled his shorts on and thought about Carrie and seventy-five men while his stomach churned. That evening they snuggled on the couch and watched television. Mark flipped through all those channels finding nothing to land on. Carrie was content to just be with him. She tiptoed her fingers up his thigh, under his shorts and massaged him. She removed her hand, tugged at his shorts and Mark lifted his rear so she could pull them down and off. Carrie fondled his cock, ran her hand up, circled her palm around the head, back down. Her soft hand felt wonderful. Carrie brought Mark so much pleasure, but he couldn't help wonder if she had caressed seventy-five other men in the same manner. Wondered about all the cocks she'd seen and felt. "What's wrong, me dear, you seem distracted," Carrie said, scooped Mark's pre-cum onto her finger, into her mouth. "Nothing." "Don't nothin' me. I can tell when somethin's on your mind." Mark took a deep breath, watched Carrie's hand stroke him and said, "I took a bunch of boxes to the attic today." "Mmm hmmm," she said and massaged his balls. She kept his cock and balls shaved because she loved the smooth feel when they were in her mouth. "One fell and broke open." "Mmm hmmm." She swirled her palm over his head, then the sensitive glans, and she smiled when he moaned. Mark was breathing harder. "And a bunch of pictures fell out." "Mmm hmmm." She stroked him up and down with her small hand. "Pictures of you. With other men. A lot of men." Carrie paused a moment before continuing to stroke him. Slower and with less pressure than before. "And?" "What does it mean? All those pictures of you with those men." Mark's heart was beating fast. "They're just pictures, dear." Mark's heart was in his throat. Carrie's was sinking bit by bit. "You told me you had three long term relationships." "I did." "So...those pictures...those men?" Carrie stroked Mark gently, looked at him and said, "Darlin', I love you. You and only you. Out of all the men in the world I fell deeply in love with you. There is no one else but you." "But those pictures." "Do I make you happy? "Yes." "Do you love me? "Of course." "How much?" "With all my heart," Mark said. "With all me soul," Carrie said. "Forever and always my heart belongs to you," they said together. Carrie stroked Mark and said, "That's all that matters, then. Anythin' before us doesn't matter. All that matters is us. Together. Right now." Mark nodded. Carrie leaned up and kissed him then went down on him and made him come. In bed that night before she fell asleep Carrie wished she had thrown that box away. She wished she had even remembered the box of pictures so she could throw it away. She was gloriously happy with Mark, deliriously happy. She said a small prayer before drifting off. Images of Carrie with other men kept Mark awake long after he should have been asleep. A handful of men wasn't an issue, so why was the thought of her with so many men disturbing. Did it matter? Why does it bother me, he wondered. Things were almost normal the next few days, but Carrie noticed Mark was slightly quieter, a hair more distant. Carrie was a bit on edge, nervous, wondering how Mark was working things out. If he would want to know more about her past and how she would handle it. He'd never asked and she'd never offered. Mark only asked about her meaningful, long term relationships. She wasn't ashamed of anything she had done, but wasn't sure how he'd react. Besides, her past was not at all important in her relationship with Mark. "Carrie," Mark said one evening over a dinner of blackened salmon, asparagus and chardonnay, "It's been on my mind, those pictures." Carrie paused, her fork not quite at her mouth. "How...how many men have you been with?" Carrie didn't speak for a long moment. "I've had three long-term relationships before you. And like you, I've had other encounters. But I don't see how recitin' every detail is helpful." "I'm not asking for every detail." "I also don't see how runnin' the numbers matters." Carrie reached over and held Mark's hand. "Mark, I love you. My heart is so full of love for you that it bursts with joy each time I see you. Can't that be enough? Our love for each other? You are my world. Don't you know that?" "I do. I know. But..." "Come, let me show you how so very much you mean to me," Carrie said and led Mark to the bedroom where she was tender and loving and nurturing and reassuring. Mark tried to let it go. The pictures of Carrie with other men. He tried to stop the mental images of her with other men, laughing with them, sucking their cocks, taking them inside her body and fucking them. It was before he even knew her and it shouldn't matter. But so many? Why? And how many? But it shouldn't matter. Around and around his thoughts went, dragging his emotions through hell as well. A few more days passed and it built up inside of Mark. The elusive feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought of his beloved with other men. Hurt, betrayal and...a tingle of something vague that he couldn't identify or explain. Carrie was in the kitchen. She looked stunning, as always, in a loose indigo blue camisole top and matching tanga panty, her thick, straight red hair fanned out just below her shoulders. Her back was to him and he felt a stirring as he admired her lithe form, her small back, those impossibly long legs and perfect ass. Images of her being fucked by other men and other men's cocks in her mouth flashed in his mind and before Mark could think he blurted, "It's driving me crazy, I need to know, Carrie." "Need to know what, dear?" she said, frozen, not moving. A slight strain in her voice. "How many?" "How many. Are you still on about that?" "How many, Carrie." "Why?" "Why what?" Carrie turned to face him. "Why do you need to know how many men I've slept with? What will you do with that information, Mark? How will that help us?" she pointed back and forth at Mark and herself. Mark looked at Carrie's beautiful face, saw the dusting of freckles across her face and chest, saw her mouth around another man's cock. He shook the image from his head. "Because I do. Because I deserve to know who I married. There were over seventy-five men in those pictures and I just can't get my head around it. So I need to know." "It's not important, Mark," she said. Her voice full of steel. "It is to me. Tell me." "No." "Tell me, goddamn it." "No," Carrie said, and stood taller, shoulders straighter. "Carrie, that box of pictures up there tells me you fucked over seventy-five men. I need to know what I married." Tears welled in Carrie's eyes. "What do you mean what you married. What do you mean by that, Mark?" She fired back, hurt and angry. "I meant..." "Do you mean did you marry a hoor? Did you marry a slapper? A tart? Is that what you mean, Mark?" She spat her words at him. "I..." "Say it, Mark. Tell me." Tears spilled down her cheeks. "Yes! No! I mean, I deserve to know who I married. You know all about me but apparently I don't even know a fraction about who you really are." His voice grew louder. "Stop it, Mark." She was on the verge of crying outright. "Why won't you tell me? What are you afraid of? How many men have you fucked?" Mark said harshly. Deep down Carrie knew this would never go away unless it was out in the open. She didn't need to talk about it, but hearing Mark's crudity and meanness hurt her and her anger soared and she snapped. "You really want to know how many men I've fucked, do you?" She shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You think that will help you? Are you ready to handle it, Mark? Get ready, Mark, 'cause here it bloody comes!" "Good!" he yelled back. "Seventy-five? You think I've fucked seventy-five men, Mark? That's the tip of the bleedin' iceberg, it is. I've been fuckin' since I was fourteen, Mark. That's goin' on seventeen years, isn't it now. I was a model. I've fucked men all over the world. I like sex, Mark. I like to fuck. Some people play tennis and some people play golf. Well, Marko, fuckin' is my sport and the season never ends! Seventy-five? I bloody quit counting at seventy-five! I've probably fucked hundreds of men. I honestly have no idea. So there, Mark. Now you know. Now you know about how many men I've fucked. Are you happy? Are you happy now, you bloody arse?" she shouted and ran out of the room sobbing. Mark was stunned. He sank into a chair. Carrie ran into their bedroom and slammed the door. She sat on the bed and cried, a pillow to her face, her chest heaving with her sobs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did he have to push it. Fuck. Now what will he do? What will he think? I love him so much. The past doesn't even matter. Why did he have to do this? Carrie cried until she couldn't anymore. Mark sat in the chair at the kitchen table. Hundreds of men? What kind of woman has sex with hundreds of men? Mark was shocked, shattered, hurt and angry. He got his keys, quietly left the house, got into his car and drove. He drove aimlessly. Thinking. What have I done? Why couldn't I leave well enough alone? Because I couldn't, that's why. Was she a call girl? A nympho? What's wrong with someone who has so many partners? Mark drove and thought. Mark felt betrayed. But was he? Would he have stopped seeing Carrie early on if he had known? How did he feel now that he knew? Mark took inventory. Yes, he was deeply in love with her. They were absolutely perfect together. He didn't understand how she could have so many partners. She wasn't shallow. He knew without any doubt or question that Carrie loved him with all her heart. He had no desire to leave her. So what did it mean she had so many partners? What did it mean to him? For them? Mark had to admit he was intimidated by the fact she had so much experience. With so many men. He wondered if she had threesomes, or more. He wondered if she had fucked any of his friends. If anyone she had sex with was at their wedding. Oh, it bothered him, no doubt about it, but Mark also had to admit he felt a little better now that he knew. He drove home. Carrie was sitting in the den, a box of tissues next to her on the couch, a small pile of used ones on the end table. She had changed into athletic shorts and one of Mark's t-shirts and looked absolutely adorable. Mark sat down next to her, one leg bent and on the couch so he could face her. "Hi," he said. Carrie was looking at her hands, resting in her lap, holding a tissue. Her nose was red. "Hi," she said, her voice small. "I'm sorry," Mark said. Carrie nodded. Tucked her hair behind an ear. "I...I'm glad you told me. I don't understand, but I'm glad you told me." Carrie nodded again. "Can I ask a question?" Carrie shrugged. "Why didn't you tell me before?" She shrugged. "Why didn't you?" "I was going to. Then we were getting along great and it didn't seem important. It's not an issue for me. "Not an issue for you?" "No." "What about me?" She shrugged. "I guess I was also a little worried you'd...I don't know...I didn't know how you'd take it, I guess." "Oh." He let it go for the moment. "Any other surprises?" Carried turned her head slightly, looked at Mark from the corner of her eyes and shook her head. The tilt of her head, the sway of her hair aroused him and he felt himself thicken. "Why so many?" She shrugged. "Seriously, Carrie. Help me understand." "I don't know." She paused. Mark waited for her to continue. "When I discovered sex it was like crack cocaine to me. It was wonderful, liberatin'. I loved it. It took awhile for me to really grow into it, to be sure. And most of my partners came after I left home to model. I've never been unfaithful when I'm in a relationship, but when I haven't been in one I've had...," she paused, choosing her words carefully, "special friends, hookups. Some of those pictures were of my special friends, others of men I spent long weekends or such with." "But so many? I still don't understand." Carrie sighed. "I really don't know what to tell you, Mark. I want sex all the time, you know that. I wondered why before meself and went to doctors and they couldn't find anything wrong with me. I've never been abused, I like myself just fine, I don't crave attention, acceptance or approval. I've come to the conclusion that I'm just hypersexual. Period." "But..." "Honey, that's me. And you have to understand that the world of modelin' is sex. Sex and drugs, though I wasn't into drugs. So it was just easy sex for me. We all did it. It really was like a sport at times. And after modelin', well, I've never lacked for male attention, so findin' partners was easy." A Good Marriage Ch. 02 "Oh." "But I love you, Mark. Only you." "I love you too, Carrie." He looked at her. "What." "Did you, um, sleep with any of my friends?" A small snort that passed as a laugh. "Paul made a pass at me just after I first met him, but no, dear. You don't know any of them. I am very discreet. And very discriminatin'." "When was your last, um, you know." "Are you not going to let this rest then, Mark?" Mark shrugged. "Okay, I want sex every day with you. Usually more, right?" Mark nodded. "So I did have partners after I moved to the Bay area. But no one you know." "How often?" He realized he was holding his breath. "I had old friends here and would get together with one of them." Mark looked at her waiting for more. She looked at Mark, widened her eyes slightly, jutted her head forward slightly. "Oh." Mark was quiet for a few seconds. "When was the last one?" Carrie took a deep breath and said, "Truth be told? No one else since our third date. By our third date I knew you were the one for me." Mark swallowed. "Third date," he said. "Aye, and then it about killed me until we got together a few days later. Do you remember how eager I was? I was about to explode! God, I'll never do that again!" "I remember." Mark couldn't help smile at the memory despite the moment. He took a deep breath. "I'll probably have other questions, Carrie." "Okay. I'll answer them, but I don't want to hurt you, Mark." "I know." He took her hand in his, put his arm around her and drew her to him. Carrie laid her head on his shoulder. Mark stroked her hair and in this way they reconnected. After awhile Mark led Carrie to the bedroom where he expressed his love and was gentle and tender and reassuring. ********** Thank you for taking the time to read the latest chapter of Mark and Carrie's story, I hope you enjoyed it. Writers love feedback so please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. A Good Marriage Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – Evolution In a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** And so the normal rhythm of life returned for Mark and Carrie. Making love, working, traveling. Because of the nature of their jobs, they worked and made love in locales exotic and mundane. As time passed Mark grew more accepting of Carrie's history. Her history of sex with all those other men. There was still a nugget of...a threat? Jealousy wasn't quite the right word. Adequacy? He wondered how he compared to those other men. Carrie seemed very happy and satisfied with him. Was it threat? Curiosity? The images of her with other men that occasionally filled his thoughts at unexpected moments didn't make him cringe anymore, didn't make his pulse race or make his heart beat faster. But there was something there, an elusive tingle deep inside of him. One Tuesday while Carrie was out running errands and having lunch with her editor Mark found himself in the attic opening the box of pictures. The box of pictures of Carrie with other men. Seventy-five of her other men. Mark sorted through them. Pictures of men in their twenties and thirties, middle aged men, skinny rock star types, athletic men. Mostly handsome men, some average looking. Men with means and others who looked like their weekend together would be Dutch or on Carrie. As Mark thought of Carrie with these men, picture by picture, imagined their hands on her body, her mouth on the men, he felt his cock swell and thicken and become hard and was shocked and appalled at his arousal. Carrie barely got through the door before Mark lifted her skirt. She was wet and he fucked her standing up, her back against the front door, her arms around his neck, first one of his arms under one leg, then both her legs supported by his arms as he fucked her hard against the door. Holding her this way he carried her to the couch and fell on her and fucked her. He pounded her into the couch with vague images of a long line of men fucking her dripping cunt the same way. Mark fucked her on the couch, his cock rammed her tight, hairless pussy and she urged him on with her hands and words. One hand on his ass, another holding his head, Carrie rasped, "Yes, dear. Fuck me. Use me." Mark fucked her harder and they made loud, wet slaps as their bodies collided and when the time came Carrie moaned, "Now. Give me your cum," and Mark pumped and pumped and roared and collapsed onto her chest. Carrie stroked Mark's hair and back while he caught his breath. His thoughts were racing, his emotions in turmoil. Mark was so aroused by his beloved, but shocked at the realization he was also aroused at this moment by the thought of her with those other men. He wondered what was happening to him. What kind of a man was he? "Wow, darlin'. That was quite the welcome home, it was. I take it you missed me," she laughed. "Always do, baby," Mark said and slid to her side, his hand playing slowly over her flat stomach, her freckled breasts. He caressed her cheek. Mark was naked. Carrie's blouse was pushed up above her breasts; her skirt bunched around her waist. They stayed that way for a time then Carrie kissed Mark, disengaged, stood up, pulled her blouse down. She ran her hands down her skirt straitening it, shimmying her hips for effect, then flicked her hair back and said, "You sure know how to show a gal a good time, sailor." She winked, turned and before she rounded the corner flipped up her skirt and flashed her ass at him. Mark smiled. He lay on the couch for a few minutes then headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Mark wasn't sure what to make of his feelings. Did being aroused by imagining her with other men mean he really wanted her to have sex with them? No. No, he definitely didn't want that. When the images came, they were of her with the men in the pictures, of her with faceless, anonymous men. He washed himself, thought, and felt his cock swell. A week or so later Mark and Carrie lay in bed. Mark on his back, his arm around her. Carrie on her side, a leg over Mark's. She was stroking his cock and very slightly rocking her hips, her pussy wet against his thigh. "Carrie?" "Mmm hmm?" "What was it like to have so many lovers?" She paused and just held him in her hand. "You sure you want to be talkin' about this?" "Yeah." "Well, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, now." "No...I'll let you know if it's too much." "Okay." "So what's it like?" "Jesus, I don't know. It just is. It's who I am, is all. I don't feel odd or anythin'. And I'm not ashamed, though I know it would shock a lot of people." "How did you meet them?" "Through work mostly. You know, work parties. Clubs sometimes. Friends of friends." "But how did you, you know." Carrie thought for a moment and said, "Darlin', I'm not about braggin', but I do know what I'm about. Look at me. Men have been eyein' and approachin' me since I was a young one. I'm not naïve. I know I have a...a vibe or somethin'." "I do know that vibe." "And really, most men just stare or try not to let me notice they're lookin' at me. But a lot of men still hit on me. You do know that, right?" "I guess." "Oh, to be sure, now. Even when I'm lookin' my worst at the grocery store." "I guess I'm not surprised." "And so I used me vibe when I wanted to and met who I wanted to meet." She looked into his loving eyes and said, "But I promise I'll never cheat on you, Mark. I never want to hurt you." "I know," he said and pulled her to him for a kiss. And so it went. Every couple of nights or so Mark would bring up her past, the other men. Not in a mean or accusing way, but curios, wanting to know and understand her. Carrie appreciated his concern, his interest in her and his acceptance of her. It made her love Mark even more. As they talked in bed Carrie noticed something. She noticed his cock stayed hard during their conversations about her past lovers. She didn't want him to feel badly so she stroked him, kept him hard, thinking that his experiencing pleasure might help counteract any uncomfortable feelings he might have as they talked of her past, of her having fucked so many men. Carrie wondered if his cock stayed hard only because she stroked him so a couple of times she quit touching him to see what would happen. She got him hard then didn't touch him at all and was a bit surprised that he maintained an erection throughout their discussion. She spent some time wondering what that meant. And as they talked she was surprised to discover that it aroused her as well, when she talked to him of her past. Talked to Mark about sex with all those lovers. Mark would lay on his back, Carrie to his side, secure in his loving embrace. And Carrie stroked him, their ritual of sorts when he asked questions about her past. It was Mark's guilty pleasure to be aroused, to have her stroke and caress him, to feel pleasure while she talked of other men she had fucked. It was incredibly exciting to Carrie to be able to tell Mark about the unusual places she'd had sex. And of other things. She enjoyed stroking him, using his pre-cum as lubricant, rubbing herself on his leg, all the while telling him things about her past sex life, about the men she'd fucked. Over time Mark's questions became more explicit. Carrie had a lot of talents, some tricks, and Mark wondered about those. Who taught her, what was the process, did she learn them in long-term relationships or in one night stands? Sizes, shapes. What did she like best, cut or uncut, thick or thin? Carrie didn't plan it. She didn't sit down and formulate a cohesive strategy. But Carrie was extremely aroused and very wet and she followed an impulse and let it happen. One evening as she was stroking Mark's hard cock, he finally got around to asking if she had ever had men of other races. Carrie threw a slender leg across Mark, raised herself, positioned him and sank down until she was sitting on him, his cock deep inside of her. "So you're wantin' to know more and more of the gritty details about me lovers and me talents, are you now," Carrie cooed. She squirmed on Mark. "Well, I'll be tellin' you, but I don't want to hurt you, darling.' I don't want to be upsettin' you." Her hands on Mark's chest, sifting thought his hair, Carrie rotated her hips. "So we'll be doin' this my way. And if you tell me enough's enough that'll be that." Mark nodded. Carrie moved her hips back forth on him. "But unless you tell me to stop, I'll carry on, I will." Looking up at Carrie, her red hair and breasts swaying with her movements, his heart beat faster, he nodded. Carrie picked up speed, rocking her hips back and forth, sideways, in circles. "So maybe I should tell you about Tim first, then. He's the first name you've heard from my lips, he is." Mark reached up to fondle her breasts. Carrie placed her hands over Mark's and held them there. She rocked her hips and Mark loved the way she felt around him, her tight sheath, velvet heat enfolding him. "Tim used to love for me to be on top. He used to love me to ride him while he fondled and played with me breasts, just like you're doin'. Tim had the biggest hands, huge like a basketball player. He used to put his huge hands on me breasts while I rode him until he came." Mark groaned. Carrie picked up speed, noting Mark's approaching orgasm. She snapped her hips faster and faster and said, "Can you imagine Tim's hands on me breasts, dear? His huge hands grabbin' me breasts and pinchin' me nipples?" She was writhing on him and he was there and she said, "His big black hands?" Carrie's words and that last snap of her hips sent Mark over the edge and he grunted sharply and arched and came and came and came with a mental image of huge black hands on his wife's ivory breasts and a big black cock buried deep in her cunt. Mark went slack, his breathing slowed and Carrie said, "Are you okay, dear?" as she straightened her legs and lay on his chest, his cock inside of her, slowly, slowly receding. "Yes," he said quietly. "Really?" Carrie was worried that she had gone too far. "Tell me you're okay." "I'm okay." "It seemed to get to you, what I was sayin'." Mark was quiet for a few moments. "I wasn't expecting to feel that." He was excited and ashamed and afraid and embarrassed and guilty that he found the mental image of Carrie with a black man arousing. Especially at the moment of his orgasm. What kind of husband was he? What kind of man? "Me either, darlin'. It just sort of popped out. I hope I didn't hurt your feelin's." Carrie was amazed to find herself so aroused by telling Mark about her black lover, telling him in graphic terms while they fucked. "No...I...it's okay," he said and stroked her hair, kissed her cheek "Was it too much?" Silence, then, "No. I don't know. It's weird." "What do you mean?" "I feel kind of embarrassed even talking about it." "You can tell me, love. Of course you can." She caressed his face. "How did it make you feel?" "Promise you won't think I'm weird..." "Of course not, darlin'," Carrie interjected and hugged him. "It...was...kind of a turn on, I think." "Really?" "Well...I think I've gotten past you having been with so many men. At least...it doesn't feel the same. And I certainly don't want you to be with anyone but me. But sometimes...," he took a deep breath and ran his hand down her back, over her rear. "Sometimes I get these images in my head of you with other men, the men in those pictures and...it does sort of turn me on. I don't know why." Carrie was silent for maybe thirty seconds, a minute. Mark felt her tears on his cheek. "I'm so glad you accept me. I can't tell you how much it means to me. I love you so much, Mark, I can't believe how incredibly lucky I am." She slid to his side and stroked his chest, plucking the hairs there. "Me too, Carrie. Me too." He caressed her, reassured her. She wiped her tears, recovering from the welling of emotion and softly said, "Would you think badly of me if I told you I was horned up, too, tellin' you about Tim?" "Really?" "Aye!" a loud whisper. "Oh my god, tellin' you about him while ridin' your pipe? I was shocked at what a thrill it was. I was practically gushin'!" Mark smiled. He enjoyed it when Carrie's language turned earthy. "Well, aren't we quite the married pervs." "I'm glad that you're my perv, darlin'," she said, hugged him tightly, joy in her heart, then rolled so he could spoon her. "Me too, baby" Mark said and kissed her and they fell asleep in each other's arms. ********** Thank you for taking the time to read the latest chapter of Mark and Carrie's story, I hope you enjoyed it. Writers love feedback so please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. A Good Marriage Ch. 04 Chapter 4 -- Handjobs In a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** Carrie didn't plan it. She didn't sit down and think about what she was going to do. She didn't mull it over and decide it would be exciting to tell Mark about her lovers now that they had experienced a mutual arousal when talking about them. Carrie didn't plan a campaign to tell him about all the men she'd had, all the men she'd fucked. It just happened. They both let it happen. In bed one night, snuggled in Mark's arms, her hand stroking his cock, Carrie said, "I've decided that since you're curious you should know about me men." "What do you mean 'about your men'?" "About certain ones." "Oh." "About what I learned. What they taught me." "Oh." "About sex." She was wet, she felt her arousal mounting. A pause. "What do you mean 'about sex'?" "Seems like we have us a routine goin'. I stroke your magnificent godlike cock with me tiny delicate hand most every night, right?" Mark laughed. "But I've never really given you the full treatment." "You haven't? Could have fooled me. You're not shy about happy endings." Carrie smiled and moved between his thighs, Mark spread his legs to accommodate her. Carrie kneeled, flipped her thick, straight red hair back and said, "Brian. I'm goin' to tell you about Brian. He's the one that taught me about handjobs. He was one of my long term lovers, darlin', a friend with benefits." Mark's heart beat faster, his pulse quickened. A confusing mixture of feelings as Carrie spoke about a lover by name while stroking his cock. Excitement, a hint of irrational jealousy, and a thrilling shame at the edge of perception. Carrie felt her nipples stiffen despite the warm room. She felt her pussy get slicker, wetter, an exhilarating anticipation, telling Mark about her lover. It was not about humiliation or degradation; it was about their mutual arousal, building sexual tension, maximizing their pleasure. They were both excited when she talked of her lovers and Carrie simply used it as another tool to enhance their lovemaking, but it did hold a shade of taboo electricity. Carrie kneeled and stroked his cock. "You wanted to know about me lovers. Well, Brian taught me what a good handjob is about." Carrie stroked Mark's cock, she massaged his balls, she gently squeezed his balls, she wet a finger and pressed it against his rear, toying with entering that tight place. Carrie stroked his cock and ran her palm over the crown and was pleased with his moan. Carrie used both hands and kept Mark on the brink of orgasm until she took mercy at his pleas and with a stroke of a nail down his sensitive shaft he tensed and came. Mark's cum jetted up his chest and some landed on his cheek. Carrie gently laid him down, scooped up Mark's cum and said, "Brian also taught me not to waste perfectly good cum," and put her fingers in her mouth. She leaned down, licked the cum off Mark's cheek and kissed him and was pleased with his moan. Over the course of the next week and a few days Carrie fucked Mark in the morning or during the day, but at night she held a seminar on handjobs. She sometimes sat at Mark's side, sometimes on his chest. She sometimes sat on his face and made him lick her while she stroked his cock and made him come. Each time, Carrie scooped his cum with her fingers, looked him in the eye and ate it. She licked it up and kissed him and he didn't object. She finally fed it to him directly, looking him in the eyes, feeling his tongue swirl around her cum coated fingers, saying, "I love the taste of your cum, darlin', but it is your cum after all, and it pleases me that you don't want it wasted either. That's what Brian taught me. Never waste cum when you can have it in your mouth." One night as they climbed into bed Carrie said, "I think you're ready." "For what?" "The next level. Here, raise up." Carrie motioned with her hand, picked up a pillow and slid it under Mark's rear. She went to the dresser and pulled out a conservative black tank top. She put it on and, baggy and loose, it covered more than it revealed. Carrie kneeled between Mark's legs. "You know I don't want to hurt you, but I really haven't mentioned Brian too much since we started this. All you have to do is tell me to stop and I will, but Brian loved handjobs. And he knew what he wanted in a one." Mark was hard. He felt that thrill and that guilty exhilaration. Carrie was incredibly aroused. She scratched his thighs, moved closer to his cock. "You have the perfect pipe, Mark. It's perfect for me." She lightly grazed the back of her nails up his cock and smiled when it twitched. She flicked the underside, the sensitive foreskin. She grabbed it with both hands and said, "Look, both of me hands on it and they still don't reach the end. And I have to squeeze really hard and even then I can barely get me fingers around it." She stroked it. "Oh, I've seen bigger cocks, Mark. I hope that doesn't make you feel bad. That I've had bigger cocks inside of me." She stroked him and massaged his smooth balls. "In my mouth and in my pussy." He moaned. "A really big cock can be uncomfortable, though. I hope it doesn't bother you that I know about really big cocks from experience. I don't want you to feel bad. But I will say, darlin', that your cock is the best all 'round. It's perfect." Mark was excited; he didn't understand why it thrilled him so to hear her talk like that. Maybe because it was in the past, safe that way, almost like a fantasy. "You can stop me if you want to. I don't want to hurt you, darlin'." She rubbed her palm over his crown and he moaned. "I'll take it that you want me to continue then." She did it again and he moaned and she smiled. "Here, darlin', put your legs over mine." Kneeling, Carrie scooted in, spread her thighs and pulled Mark's legs over hers. "There, that's better isn't it. Brian loved this position. Know why?" Mark looked up at Carrie, kneeling over him, towering over him. "I bet you can guess." She stroked him. Mark leaked pre-cum and she used it as lubricant. Never letting him come, but making him leak. "Look at you, now. Way down there, lookin' up at me. Your privates all exposed and vulnerable." She massaged his balls, slowly stroked his cock, wet a finger in her mouth and circled his rear. "And look at me. Way up here, lookin' down at you. I'm covered, clothed. You're naked. And exposed. And I can do anythin' I want." She moved her hands back up to his cock. "Brian was into soundin'. Do you know what that is?" Mark was breathing hard, trying not to come. A slight shake of his head. Carrie placed a manicured nail against Mark's urethra and lightly pushed, the pre-cum providing lubricant. "Brian had this set of small metal rods. Made out of surgical steel, they were. He used to lay with his legs over mine, just like your doin'. Sometimes his wrists would be tied to the headboard. I'll tie yours up if you want. I'd like that." Mark made a noise that was somewhere between whimper and moan. "I'd be perched over Brian and I'd be covered up, like this. He'd be naked and vulnerable below me, just like you are now. Only it was Brian then. I used to give Brian handjobs like this. Only he liked me to put those rods inside of him. Push them right down his Jap's eye, right down inside of his cock." Carrie wormed the tip of her little finger around Mark's urethra. She pushed her fingernail in, got a sliver of finger inside. Mark moaned and grabbed the sheets. An exquisite pain, not too intense, not intense enough, a glorious sensation. She stroked him and pressed her finger slightly into him. "Can you imagine a metal rod all the way down there? Sliding in and out? Brian loved it. I'll get some for you if you want me to." Mark moaned. Carrie picked up the tube of lubricant she'd laid beside her, put some on her finger, teased and toyed and finally slid it into Mark's ass. He felt his rings give way, felt her cold finger split him and slide in and he moaned and shifted to better accommodate her. "That's a good boy. Aren't you glad we've had all that practice lately? That arse is suckin' that finger right in now, it surely is." She stroked him and he moaned. She moved her finger in and out of his rear channel. "Brian used to like me to milk him. Do you know what that is?" She found Mark's prostate and pressed it and he responded with a long groan. "Sometimes Brian would kneel on all fours and I'd put me finger in his arse. I don't want to hurt your feelin's so stop me if you want. But I'd put me finger in Brian's arse and massage his prostate. I made all his cum drain out and he wouldn't even orgasm. He loved it. I'll try it on you sometime." Mark was ready. Carrie had kept him on the brink for a long time now, slowing down, speeding up, barely touching, hard grips. "Are you ready?" "Yes," Mark rasped. "You have to ask." "Please..." "Please what?" She stroked his cock and massaged his prostate. He was beginning to writhe. "Come. Please make me come." Desperate. "At your pleasure then, darlin'." She jacked him harder and stroked his prostate. Mark groaned and moaned started to thrown his arms and legs out and when he was there Carrie swooped down and let him fill her mouth with cum. Carrie straightened over Mark, moved up, along his stomach, chest, and leaned down. Mark opened his mouth and Carrie was pleased to hear his sigh as she let his cum drip out an instant before she kissed him. They shared his love while Mark's breathing slowed. Carrie slid to Mark's side and he hugged her. "Oh my god, Carrie. That was incredible." "I'm glad you liked it. It was fun for me, too." "I love you so much, Carrie." "I love you too, Mark. With all me heart," she said and snuggled closer, got comfortable. When Mark was almost asleep he thought he heard Carrie say, "Tomorrow we start on blowjobs." ********** Thank you for taking the time to read the latest chapter of Mark and Carrie's story, I hope you enjoyed it. Writers love feedback so please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. A Good Marriage Ch. 05 Chapter 5 – Blowjobs In a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** Carrie woke to an overcast morning. She quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Reentering the bedroom she stood at the French doors and looked out at the valley and the bay beyond. She smiled. She was happy. She hugged herself and climbed back in bed. She ducked under the covers and took Mark into her mouth. He moaned and smiled and touched her hair. Carrie climbed on top, took him inside of her and rode him until they were both satisfied then snuggled against him. "Mmm, my kind of wake up call," Mark said. "We aim to please here," Carrie said and nuzzled his ear with her lips. "You've been even more amazing lately, Carrie. It's been pretty hot, hasn't it." "Mmm, it has been. "Still feels kind of strange, though. Us using your history as a turn on." "Sort of. I'll stop if you want." "No. It's okay for now. In fact, you really had me going last night." "Good, because I've got more to share. Now get your arse out of bed and make me some coffee!" Mark squirmed out from underneath Carrie and felt the sting of her hand as she slapped his ass and he laughed. He felt a small thrill, a quiet jolt, at the thought of learning more about Carrie's lovers. About what skills they taught her. The skills that brought Mark so much pleasure. Skills she learned from all those other men. That night Carrie stood before him. She was naked. He looked down at her beautiful face, fair white skin, a dusting of freckles on her face that spread down her shoulders to her lovely breasts, thick, straight red hair falling just below her shoulders. Impossibly long legs. Hairless down there. A slender build, but not skinny enough now to be a runway model. She was astonishing. Carrie tugged at the hem of Mark's shirt and pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor. She kissed him as she pushed down his black gym shorts. Carrie stood back and admired Mark's athletic physique. She loved the hair on his chest, his classically handsome looks, his perfect cock. "I've given you some nice handjobs, haven't I, darlin'." Mark nodded. He was getting excited. He felt his cock thicken and swell. He reached for Carrie, but she batted his hands away with a smile. "Well, tonight I'm going' to tell you about Sean." Mark's cock twitched and he felt a small kernel of jealousy and, far inside, almost imperceptible given his sexual arousal, what might be shame. "Sean was the one who taught me how to really suck cock. I hope it doesn't bother you, me talkin' about another man's cock in me mouth. If it does I'll stop." Mark swallowed, involuntarily clenched and felt his cock move. His heart beat faster, as it always did when Carrie talked about her past lovers. "Sit down on the loveseat, Mark and I'll tell you about Sean." Mark sat and Carrie put a pillow on the floor, knelt between his legs and talked. "Sean was an investment banker based out of London. And he would rather get a blowjob than fuck, he would. He was an okay fuck, but you're much better." Carrie lightly ran her fingers and nails up and down Mark's legs, his chest. "The best blowjobs are given by girls who love a hard pipe in their mouth. And I do, darlin'. Oh, I do love a stiff cock in me mouth." Carrie leaned over and got her mouth near Mark's rigid cock, tucked her hair behind an ear, tilted her head and looked up at him. "I love feeling a soft cock get hard in me mouth, swellin' and expandin' until it's too big for me. I love the feel of that spongy hard head on me tongue and lips. I've probably sucked more cocks than I've fucked, Mark. I hope that doesn't bother you or make you feel bad. I wouldn't want that." He moaned. She licked his stomach. Her hair caressed Mark's cock and Carrie smiled at his sharp intake of breath." Carrie swept her hair back and forth over Mark's cock. "That feels good," he whispered. He tried to caress her hair but she stopped him and said, "No, no. Put your hands to your side. No touchin' allowed." He smiled. Carrie smiled back. She looked up at Mark and licked his cock and said, "I just adore a cock in me mouth. You like it too, don't you. You like it when I crawl under the table and toss you off. You like it when I go down on you in the car or while you're watchin' a ball game and drinkin' a cold one." She licked his cock then blew on it. "I love the hard inside and the outer skin that slides around it. There's nothin' like a hard cock in your mouth. It's glorious. You should try it sometime, darlin'. I'd love to share one with you, let you feel what I feel. I'll find you one if you want to. If you want to try cock suckin' with me." She took the crown in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and Mark moaned, and at her words couldn't help but imagine what a cock would feel like in his mouth. "Suckin' cock soothes me, darlin'. Havin' a cock in me mouth relaxes me when I'm anxious." She blew on his cock and it twitched. "You should remember that the next time I'm nervous. Just stick your cock in me mouth and I'll calm right down." She winked at Mark and took him deep into her mouth, out, down and back out. "You'd think that it would be enough to just stick a dick in your mouth and move it around a wee bit, wouldn't you. But it's not. Sean helped teach me that. I sucked his cock a lot, Mark. I hope that doesn't hurt you or make you feel bad, but you do get the benefit of his tutelage, do you not. That, and me havin' sucked all those other cocks all those times." Carrie absently ran her fingers lightly up and down Mark's cock and he moaned at her words and her efforts. "This is by far the best position for a blowjob. Kind of like handjobs, but the other way around, it is. You up there lookin' down at me playin' with and suckin' your cock. Me down her at your feet, your submissive little soulmate takin' care of business." "Submissive?" Mark said and smiled. "Mmmm hmmm." Carrie looked him in the eyes. "I'll do anythin' you want me to, Mark. Anythin'. Whatever you need, I'll give you." Mark felt her hot mouth close around the head of his cock. He felt her lips move along the sensitive foreskin, her tongue swirled around the head and he moaned. He felt her tongue stiffen and push and try to penetrate his urethra. She pulled off, stroked him with her hand. Pinched his nipples hard, a sweet sting slowly fading. "Do you need to fuck me face? Take some anger out on somethin'? On me? I'll let you. Do you need to tie me up? Do you long to spank me? To pull my hair? Be rough with me? I'll let you. I like it that way sometimes. You know I do." Mark flinched in pleasure-pain and groaned and almost reached for her hair as she swooped back down on his cock and came up slowly, scraping him with her teeth. She pulled her mouth off of him and stroked him with her hand. "Sean liked cock suckin' different ways on different days. Sometimes he liked me hair clipped back so he could see me mouth on his cock." Mark's cock twitched as an image flashed through his mind. "Sean said he loved to watch my pretty pink lips on his big black cock." Mark moaned and his cock throbbed. "I hope that doesn't bother you, darlin', but that's what he said. He liked the contrast of my small white hands and my pretty pink lips wrapped around his big black cock." Mark ran his fingers through his hair and whispered, "Oh, god." "It was me that kept him shaved, though. I taught Sean the benefits of having hairless balls." Carrie took one of Mark's balls in her mouth and rolled it around. She did the same with the other one and Mark felt the beginning of an exquisite pain as she gently pressed and mouthed them, not too hard, but hard enough. Mark moaned and imagined her lips around a black man's balls, a black man's cock between his lips. Carrie licked Mark lower, adjusted one of his legs and swirled her tongue against his rear. It felt amazing. Mark's cock was iron. Carrie flattened her tongue and licked and swirled and gave Mark pleasure. Carrie made her tongue stiff and hard and stabbed into that hole and Mark gasped and moaned as his rings loosened and she speared in as far as she could into that sensitive place. Carrie licked her way back up Mark's cock and nibbled and bit the foreskin. She tugged on the foreskin with her teeth and rubbed the head of his cock with her palm and Mark shivered with pleasure. She took the head in her mouth and jabbed up and down. She looked up at Mark and said, "Some of the best blowjobs are when you use your hands to help. Like movin' your hand up and down just below your mouth. That can be wonderful. Or stickin' a finger up the bum and rubbin' the prostate like I did with your handjobs. But some of the best blowjobs are hands off, they are. Watch now. I'm goin' to make you come, baby. I want your cum in me mouth." Carrie put her hands on Mark's thighs. She jabbed her head up and down an inch or two. Then she took him all the way in and he felt her nose against his stomach. Her lips were hard around his cock and she raised up and back down, all the way. She deep throated him and me moaned and threw his head back. Carrie was up, down, up, down. Her hair was flying and she made wet noises. She twisted her head as she moved and gave him new sensations. It was all Mark could do to not grab her hair. Her head was a blur and her hair was snapping and Mark felt her lips, her tongue, her teeth and growled and groaned and came with an involuntary thrust that Carrie was ready for. She kept him in her mouth until he was fully hard again and thought about how she treasured and was amazed by his staying power. Carried climbed up Mark's body and he welcomed her with a hug and a kiss while she sat on him and took him deep inside of her. Carrie rocked on Mark until she came. Mark held Carrie to him, his cock hard inside of her, images of her lips then his lips, around cocks, white cocks, black cocks, a swirling torment in a corner deep inside. And a guilty arousal. "God, Carrie. That was fantastic. You are amazing." "I love you too, me dear. I meant it when I said I enjoy sucking you off, you know." She played with his hair, his ear. Carrie moved off of him, grabbed his hand and pulled him to bed. Climbing in she looked at his cock and said, "Be a shame to waste that stiffy." Carrie fell on her back and spread her legs. Mark got between her knees, rubbed his cock up and down her pussy. "Now that we've got handjobs and blowjobs down I think it's time for you to go to grad school on a couple of other things." Mark slapped Carrie's pussy with his cock and she laughed and squealed with delight. "Like what?" Carrie looked up at Mark, her eyes blazing with love and lust and said, "I'll tell you later. Right now I want you to stick your cock in me cunt and fuck me, Mark. I want you to fuck me hard and make me come." Mark drove his cock into Carrie, pulled out and slammed back in. He put his hands behind her knees, pinned her legs to the bed and drove into her like a jackhammer. He put her legs on his shoulders and his hands under hers and pinned her against the mattress. He balled Carrie up and fucked her fast and hard. Carrie thrilled at Mark's invasion and grunted and groaned and begged him to fuck her deeper, harder, faster and she shouted and came and almost knocked Mark off of her with the intensity of her orgasm. Mark released her legs and Carrie let her limbs flop on the bed. "Oh my god," she said. She was breathless. "You are without a doubt gettin' to be the best lover I've ever had..." "Getting to be?" Mark said, feigning insult. "You're movin' up the leader board faster than anyone ever did," she smiled and hugged him tightly. "I'm so fuckin' lucky. I love you so much. Oh my god." Mark rolled off of her and they spooned. "I love you too, Carrie. With all my heart." She squeezed his arm. Just before mark fell asleep he thought he heard Carrie whisper, "Next we're goin' to concentrate on eatin' gee, darlin'." ********** Thank you for taking the time to read the latest chapter of Mark and Carrie's story, I hope you enjoyed it. Writers love feedback so please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. A Good Marriage Ch. 06 Chapter 6 – Eatin' Pussy Please feel free to read the earlier chapters at no extra charge. In fact, you'll find reading the chapters in sequence just might add context and depth to current chapters as the story of Mark and Carrie unfolds. On the other hand, you might just want to find the juicy bits and wank. And so, despite a fifty percent divorce rate, rest assured that in a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** Mark and Carrie made love in the shower while coffee was brewing then ate breakfast on their deck overlooking the bay. Carrie's thick, straight red hair was still wet and he thought she looked fabulous. She caught him staring, flashed a brilliant smile and said, "You better never stop doin' that." "Doing what?" Mark said. "Admirin' me. I caught you lookin' and I like it." She winked at him and he smiled. "I have to run into town for awhile this mornin', but I should be back by lunch." "Want company?" "Nah. Just a bit of business to tend to." They finished their coffee and bagels and Mark retired to his office to work. Carrie entered the garage, got into her late model sports car, a convertible. She punched the garage door button and backed out. As she drove she reflected on her marriage. Carrie was gloriously, deliriously happy now that everything was out in the open and everything seemed okay. Mark had accidentally discovered her extensive sexual history. It definitely bothered him at first but he seemed to have adjusted to it. In fact, they had used her history to enhance their own sexual relationship. Over time Mark asked her more and more questions and using Carrie's past in their sex play just sort of developed. And both of them were taken aback at how exciting it was. Carrie's first stop was at a salon where she met with her aestetician and got waxed. Completely. Carrie loved Brazilian waxes. She loved the way it looked. Loved the way it felt under her clothes. Loved the way it felt when Mark's mouth was on her. Carrie finished her errands and returned home happy as she could be. They made their way through the day and while Carrie cooked dinner Mark took a shower with orders to shave his cock and balls and, especially, his face. After dinner, when the dishes were cleared and kitchen was clean, Carrie led Mark to the bedroom. She stood in front of the love seat, put Mark at arms length and said, "Strip." Mark grinned and complied. His cock twitched as he stood naked before his beautiful wife. Carrie appraised him. A head taller than she, lean athletic physique. Muscular, but not too muscular. And handsome. His cock thickened, her arousal increased. "Undress me," she said. Mark lifted her cotton blouse over her head and Carrie let her hands stay up a moment longer than necessary so Mark could admire her pale breasts, a smattering of freckles dotting their lovely form. She smiled as his cock got hard. Mark put his hands in the waistband of her shorts and Carrie pushed Marks shoulders so that he rode down to the floor with her shorts. She stepped out of them, Mark remained on his knees looking up at Carrie. "That's where you belong tonight, darlin'. On your knees." She stroked his hair, ran her fingers through it. "Know why?" He shrugged, a small grin on his face. "Because you're to service me. I'm goin' to tell you about Philippe." As always happened when Carrie spoke of her past lovers Mark's heart beat faster. His cock got harder. "Philippe was French and a pussy eatin' fool. He wasn't much of a fuck, though. I hope you don't mind me sayin' I fucked him a few times, but he wasn't much in the sack as I recall. A small pipe for one thin'. That's why he made a specialty out of eatin' gee." Carrie sat on the loveseat and leaned back. She spread her long legs, ran a hand over her breasts, plucking her nipples. She moved her other hand down her body, down the inside of her thighs and back up, stopping at the top of her slit, her pussy. She gently moved her two middle fingers around the top, over her clit. Mark was mesmerized. He was constantly astonished at how beautiful Carrie was. Her lovely face with a dusting of freckles, amazing breasts, flat stomach and lean legs. He was amazed at how sexy and alluring and intoxicating she was. How lucky he was. He moved toward her. "Not yet, dear. You have to hear about Philippe first. About how great he was with his hands and his mouth." Carrie played with herself and talked. "Philippe didn't even have that long of a tongue, but he used it well, he did. The girls used to talk about him and compare pussy eatin' notes. I don't even remember how he got backstage originally, maybe he was an assistant or somethin'. But he sure got off lickin' runway model pussy, I can tell you that." Mark started to move his hand to his cock. "Ah ah, darlin'. No playin' with yourself." She smiled and he went along. "We girls liked Philippe's talents so much that we passed the crazy bastard around amongst us. We'd be at a party and one by one a girl would disappear and return, then the next would go back and there'd be Philippe waiting in some bedroom for the next model to come in, lift her skirt and sit on his face. He told me I had the prettiest pussy and that I tasted the best, darlin', aren't you proud? But then again, I imagine he said that to all the girls, don't you?" Mark swallowed. His cock throbbed. Carrie spread her thighs wider and said, "You eat my pussy very, very well, Mark. You never leave me wantin'. But we're goin' to practice and you're goin' to be even better than Philippe ever was, you are." Mark's cock throbbed. "Come to me," she said and Mark moved toward her. "Lick me." Mark put his hands on the inside of Carrie's thighs and licked her. "Ooo, that's good. Nice and light. Circle my clit just a little. Like that." It was exciting for Carrie to take charge and tell him what to do sometimes. He was leaking pre-cum. "I'm extra smooth for you today. I got waxed this mornin'. I love the feel of your rough tongue on my smooth, slick pussy." Mark licked her. Long strokes up, then down the length of her lips. She was getting wetter and he loved the taste of her nectar. Carrie could barely keep her hips still. "Oh my god." She took a deep breath. "Okay, Mark, put you gums over your teeth and nibble my lips, the outside ones and then the inside ones. Mmm, that's right, feels good." She let Mark nibble and lick her lips. "That's very nice, darlin'. Now take your teeth and grab my lips and pull them. Don't bite too hard, but I'm really horned up and can take more now." Mark gently chewed her lips with his teeth and pulled them away from her until he lost his grip and they snapped back. "Oh god! Aye, like that!" he smiled at her pleasure, proud to bring her such joy. "Back to gentle lickin' now. You want to alternate between gentle and intense. Takin' your time to build up and up and up. Aye, so good." She caressed his head. "Now take your thumb and forefinger and put them on the outside of my pussy. Pinch the meat there. Mmm. Yes, like that. See how my pussy pooches out and up for you?" Mark did. It was like scooping the lips of her pussy up away from her body. He pinched her pussy that way and licked her. "God that feels good." Carrie was in heaven, her beloved licking and chewing her cunt, the sensations were amazing. She let him lick, then, "I have a confession to make, Mark. It wasn't Philippe that taught me that one, it was Sasha." "What!" Mark's stomach flopped and his eyes widened and he looked up at Carrie. She smiled down at him and said, "That's right, darlin'. Sasha taught me that one. Does it make you excited to think about me with another woman? Isn't that everyman's fantasy? To be with two women. To see them makin' love? "You..." Carrie smiled and said, "Who told you to stop lickin'?" She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to her sex. "Sasha and I were lovers for awhile, me dear. Nothing exclusive and not too often. But I like to think I brought her pleasure. I got to be pretty good at eatin' gee, Mark. Maybe you'd like to see me eat some pussy sometime. I'll eat pussy if you'll suck cock. We could do it together. Would you like that?" Mark licked her and he moaned and Carrie was pleased. "I think I'll be quiet now and let you service me. Remember, it's like a stairway, alternatin' fast and slow, gentle and rough, light and intense, but always climbin' that stairway. And what was gentle becomes rough and what was rough becomes rougher still. And finally you're practically bitin' my clit and rammin' your fingers in and out of me until I come. So I'll be quiet now and let you make me come." Carrie caressed Mark's head and gave herself up to him. Mark licked and chewed and pressed his tongue into Carrie. She moaned and her hips moved and pivoted without conscious thought. Mark pulled her lips with his fingers and pinched her clit. Carrie was writhing on the loveseat when Mark put two fingers in her and pressed that sensitive spot. He clamped his mouth over her and worked her with teeth and tongue. He moved his head back and forth to get more friction and fucked her hard with his fingers. Carrie was gasping and groaning and grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him against her cunt and yelled and stretched and contracted and came. Carrie's chest heaved. She released Mark's hair, leaned her head back and put an arm over her eyes. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. Mark smiled and wiped his face on his bare arm. He wiped pre-cum from the tip of his cock and licked his finger. He pulled on Carrie's legs, tipped her over so she was on her back on the loveseat and sank his cock balls deep into her and was pleased to hear her make a 'woof' sound. She rasped, "Oh my god." Mark started slowly, out then in. He ground his hips against her, rotating, rubbing, grinding, swiveling. He picked up speed and was rewarded with, "Oh god, oh my god." Mark slapped and slammed into Carrie with wet fucking noises while she made unintelligible sounds. Carrie was insane with pleasure. Her world was centered on her cunt, on Mark's cock pounding her cunt and then she was delirious and clamped and came and Mark pulled out moved up and she was desperate to get his cock in her mouth and he came there and she was ecstatic. Mark pulled her off the loveseat and onto the floor where they stretched out, limbs entwined. Carrie rolled to her back, threw her arms over her head and laughed. "Jesus, Joseph and Mary! That was amazin'. Oh my god, Mark." Mark smiled. "It was, it was. God, I came so hard." "You're the best." "You're the best." "I don't think I can move. You're goin' to have to carry me to bed." Mark laughed. He scooped her up, kissed her and carried her to the bed and gently lay her down. She looked up at mark, love and contentment in her eyes and said, "I love you, Mark. I can't even begin to tell you how much." Mark smiled, lay down next to Carrie and gathered her in his arms. "I love you too, Carrie, with all my heart." "Women, huh," Mark said. "Mmmm, models are sexy. I'll tell you all about them sometime." The thought of his Carrie with another woman was arousing. And for the next week or so they made love in morning or during the day and at night Mark worked on his oral technique, getting high marks from Carrie for his efforts. Then one night he kissed her tenderly, they spooned and just before he drifted off to sleep he thought he heard her say, "Tomorrow we're movin' on to ass fuckin'." ********** Thank you for taking the time to read the latest chapter of Mark and Carrie's story, I hope you enjoyed it. Writers love feedback so please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. A Good Marriage Ch. 07 Chapter 7 – Ass Fuckin' Please read the earlier chapters at no extra charge to put this chapter in context. Otherwise, just feel free to find the juicy bits and wank. And so, despite a fifty percent divorce rate, rest assured that in a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** Mark lay in bed looking up at his beautiful wife. Carrie straddled Mark, looking down at him, into his eyes, his thick cock deep in her ass. She played with his chest hair, pinched his nipples and was rewarded with a moan. "You like it in me ass?" "Mmm hmmm. Love it." "I like to say ass fuckin', not arse fuckin'. I think ass fuckin' sounds dirtier, nastier, and I do love a dirty, nasty fuckin', I do." Carrie clenched her muscle and Mark moaned. "I used to just tolerate ass fuckin'. I used to do it because sooner or later every guy I was with for any length of time got around to me bum. I have a great ass and men love it. I hope that doesn't bother you, darlin', but they do. And the rest of me for that matter. Men look at me and they want me. I can tell. They wonder what it would be like to be with me. They look at me and want to fuck me. So do you. I like it when you look at me that way." She put her thumb in Mark's mouth and he sucked it. Carrie wiggled a little, settling further, loving the delicious fullness, the thick pressure. She was so wet, she rubbed her clit. "So ass fuckin' was okay, but nothing special until Tomas came along." Mark's heart beat faster at the mention of one of Carrie's many lovers. "Tomas was from Argentina. A professional polo player of all things. I met him at a cricket match in Australia and we hit it off." Carrie slowly rose up to the tip of Mark's cock. Mark felt tight heat, then cool air, then tight heat as she slowly lowered herself back down with a moan. "God, that's good, darlin'. I love how you feel inside of me." "Feels wonderful, Carrie." "Tomas became a real regular for a good while. He taught me to love ass fuckin'." A hint of a smirk appeared on her beautiful face, but Mark's eyes were closed. "God, I love a man's cock in me ass." Mark moaned as she clenched on him. "You know I do, you've been back there enough times. Mmm, Tomas spent a lot of time with me ass, Mark. I'm not sayin' that to hurt you, but he loved him some ass." Mark groaned and his cock twitched, deep inside of Carrie. "He inspired me," she said and rose up again until her rear muscle was on Mark's foreskin. "Like this." Carrie moved up and down about an inch or so, clenching and releasing her muscle. She used her rear muscle to grab Mark's cock in a tight grip while she rode him. Mark groaned and reached for Carrie's breasts. He caressed them and moaned as Carrie clenched and sat fully on him. Carrie rode him top to bottom and up again, varying her speed and muscle pressure. Clenched up, relaxed down. Clenched down, relaxed up. Sitting on him and simply grinding back and forth, side to side, in circles. Mark loved how her straight, shoulder length red hair flicked and her breasts swayed. Carrie tucked her hair behind an ear, but it fell again and framed her face in red as she rode him. Carrie finally grabbed Mark's shoulders, they rolled and she spread her legs wide. She looked up at Mark and said, "Give it to me. Make me feel it." Mark drove into Carrie's ass. He pushed her legs back and pounded into her. "Play with yourself. Play with your cunt," Mark said, his voice thick. "Aye," Carrie rasped and began rubbing her clit and pinching her breasts. Mark put one leg on his shoulder and straddled her other leg and drove into her. "Oh!" she said. Mark fucked her ass and she played with her cunt and finally said, "Aye! I'm there!" Mark felt her spasm and it triggered him and he pumped and came deep in Carrie's ass. Mark eased out, went to the bathroom and washed himself off. He lay down next to Carrie and she snuggled against him, loving, tender. Mark pulled her to him. "I guess I can't blame Tomas or anybody else for wanting that sweet ass," he joked. "Well, it's all yours now. And you can have it anytime you want." She tapped the tip of his nose for emphasis. "But I learned a lot from Tomas. And this is one area where I can teach you, darlin'. I learned to love ass fuckin' and I'm going to teach you everythin' I learned from him." She smiled. A mysterious smile, mark thought. For the next week or so Mark fucked Carrie in the ass at night. Standing up, reverse cowgirl, bending over the arm of the loveseat at the foot of their bed. She wanted it all ways and Mark was always accommodating. Mark loved being in her tight channel and Carrie enthusiastically urged him on. One evening they lay in bed, Mark's arm around her, Carrie stroking his cock, almost a nightly ritual now. "You shower up like I told you to?" "Mmm hmm," Mark replied, enjoying the feel of Carrie's soft touch on his cock. She scooped pre-cum from the tip of his cock, smeared it on his lips and kissed him. Carrie ran her tongue around Mark's lips; he opened his mouth to her and reveled in her taste. Their tongues and lips were soft and tender. Carrie pulled away and pushed at Mark's shoulder. He rolled onto his stomach and Carrie said, "It's time, love." Carrie straddled Mark, sat on his rear. She caressed Mark's hair, massaged his back, worked her way down, shifted and kneeled between his legs. "I'm goin' to teach you all that I learned from Tomas about ass fuckin', darlin'. And I learned a lot." Carrie spread Mark's cheeks, exposing his tight opening. She leaned down, blew on it and smiled as he flinched. Softly, "Relax now, I'm going to make you feel real good." Carrie licked him lightly, a soft touch on his crinkled opening. Her mouth watered and her arousal grew. She licked Mark's ass and got it wet, felt the wrinkles with her tongue. Carrie flattened her tongue and licked his opening, she curled it and pointed it and penetrated his rear with her tongue. Mark was moaning how good it felt and grinding his cock into the sheets. "Kneel for me, darlin'," she said and Mark pulled his legs up and underneath him. His torso rested on his thighs and his forehead was on the bed. His knees were shoulder width apart and he could see Carrie behind him. He saw her red hair sway as she licked and sucked his ass. It felt amazing and he trembled when she began stroking his cock. Carrie licked and speared Mark's ass with her tongue. She swirled her tongue around and in Mark's ass and jacked him and when he came she captured his cum in her hand. She pulled Mark's head up by his hair, placed her hand at his lips. Mark licked his cum from her hand and turned. He kissed her and she smiled when he pushed it back in her mouth. They kissed long after it disappeared. They embraced, lay on the bed and snuggled. "I'm the luckiest man in the world. I can't believe you're mine, Carrie. I love you so much." He buried his face in her hair. "Words can't express." Carrie practically purred. "Me too, love. It's like I won the lottery, bein' with you." They fell asleep, happy, content and full of love for each other. For the couple of weeks or so they would make love in the morning or during the day. At night Carrie taught Mark about the erotic pleasures of his ass. She used plenty of lube and over time gently worked in two, then three, then four of her small fingers into him. She opened him up with increasingly larger dildos and was delighted one night when he came hard from having a vibrating dildo deep in his ass while she barely fondled his cock. She inserted a butt plug that he wore while fucking her ass one night. Sometimes kneeling on all fours, more often his torso on his thighs with his legs tucked beneath him, Mark let Carrie do as she pleased. Or on his back while she worked him with fingers and dildos while sucking and jacking his cock. She milked him so he could have the experience of being drained without an orgasm and Mark loved the dull pleasure of her fingers on his prostate. He was surprised he could get so much enjoyment from what Carrie was doing back there. One evening Carrie had Mark shower, shave and clean himself thoroughly outside and in. When he emerged from the bathroom Carrie's presence stopped him in his tracks and he gawked. She wore a black skintight top, opaque over her breasts, the rest of it sheer, ending above her hips in gentle curves. Garter straps led his eyes down to sheer black stockings that ended so very high on her shapely legs. She wore black, pointy high heeled shoes and he could she the tops of the lines separating her toes and his cock swelled. Carrie had on sheer black gloves with small opaque dots on them that ended halfway up her biceps. Dangly earrings, a necklace, a bracelet. Her thick, straight red hair cascaded just over her freckled shoulders. She wore a black thong and over that, something else. "Turns out that Tomas wasn't just a pitcher, darlin', he was also quite the catcher, as he put it." Carrie stroked the flesh colored dildo jutting from her crotch. It was attached to her with a harness that encircled her waist and the tops of her slender legs. "I told you Tomas taught me to love ass fuckin'," she smiled and stroked her cock. "Tomas enjoyed it so much, darlin', that I want to give you the same pleasure. Come to me, love." Mark gulped and walked stiffly toward Carrie. "Don't worry, Mark. You can take it. This is the cock I've been fucking' you with the past few nights, now." She rubbed a gloved hand on his chest, slowly walked behind him and pressed against him. Mark felt her cock between his legs. It was thrilling, his heart beat faster, his breathing was shallower. She whispered in his ear, "You've already had my cock up your ass, Mark. This is just a different way, a better way. You'll see. Tomas loved it, he did." Back in front of Mark now she looked into his eyes. "You will too." Carrie took hold of mark's cock and led him to the bed. "Lay down, dear." Mark lay on his back and looked up at Carrie. She knew she looked spectacular in her lingerie, knew that it turned Mark on, knew it played with his head when she wore 'clothes' when he was naked and exposed. "I'm goin' to make love to you. Like you do to me. So you relax, darlin', and let me bring you new pleasures." Mark was thrilled by Carrie's words. Excitement overlaying small whispers of pale embarrassment and vague shame. Carrie put one knee on the bed, then the other. She crawled over him, her cock brushing his. Mark was hard. Carrie's face was directly over Mark's, her face framed by her glorious red hair. "I love you so much, Mark. I'm goin' to make love to you. I'm goin' to fuck you like I used to fuck Tomas. I think Tomas liked for me to fuck him more than he liked to fuck me. I'm not sayin' that to be mean or anythin'. And I don't want to hurt your feelin's. But that's what I think about Tomas. That he liked me to fuck him more than he liked to fuck me." A soft kiss and a whispered, "Maybe you will too." Carrie felt sexy, infinitely desirable. She lay on her side, on her elbow, flicked her hair back and kissed Mark. He loved the feel of her stockings as they slid over his leg. He loved the tender touch of her lips on his, her soft, sweet breath, the caress of her hair as she leaned and nibbled his earlobe. Mark stroked Carrie as she kissed his eyes, lips, bit his neck. Carrie loved the feel of Mark's chest hair, not too much, not too little. She took his nipple into her mouth and tongued it sucked it and bit it. She did the same with the other one while one hand lightly caressed Mark's stomach and thighs, never touching his cock. She drifted her hair over Mark's cock and was rewarded with, "Mmmm, nice." She took his cock into her mouth and felt her mouth water and she became wetter, hungry, her arousal mounting. Reluctantly, Carrie took her mouth off of Mark. She rolled him over. "I'm going to prepare you now." She spread his cheeks and used her tongue on him. "I love it when you lick my ass. It's so sensitive there, isn't it." Her voice was thick, her desire strong. Carrie got the lube and prepared Mark, got him ready for her cock. She took her time and had three fingers in him when he moaned and moved on them and she decided he was ready. She lubed up her cock, wiped her hands on a towel she had placed on the bed, put the glove back on and nudged Mark's legs a little farther apart. As she had for the past week or so, Carrie placed the tip of the dildo against his opening. Tonight, though, the cock was attached to a harness that held it low and firmly against her mons. Carrie could barely contain her lust now that fucking Mark was real. She had learned how to come while fucking Tomas and was elated to be able to share her pleasure with Mark. Carrie pressed gently, but firmly and Mark felt that thick pressure, the impossibly broad head of Carrie's cock relentlessly pushing and spreading his rings. It was intense and he moaned in guilty pleasure as it broke through and filled his ass with an immense pressure. He felt Carrie's hips against him and he moaned into the sheets. Carrie lay on Mark's back, her cock deep inside of him. Her mouth near his ear, her voice soft and filled with love. "Feels amazin', doesn't it. Now you know what I feel when you're in me. Just wait until I start fuckin' you proper. It's going to feel even better. I promise." Carrie rocked her hips and her cock moved with them, in and out of Mark's ass. "I feel so full." "Are you okay?" she asked, rocking her cock in and out of him a little. "Yes. Fine. It just feels huge." "It's a little smaller than yours. I've left you with some room to grow." Mark made a noise that sounded halfway between a laugh and a moan. Carrie put her arms under Mark and held his shoulders. She felt Mark tilt his hips back some to give her better access. "That's good, darlin'. Your ass feels real good on me cock," she said into his ear. Using Mark's shoulders for leverage Carrie increased the length of her strokes. Rocking her hips, using about half of her cock. She moaned at the stimulation on her clit. She pushed up from Mark's back and pulled him to his knees. She gave him long, slow strokes. All the way in, almost all the way out. "I like it when you pop in and out of me, over and over. It's amazin', but we'll save that for later." Carrie made sure there was enough lubrication and picked up speed. Mark grunted and dropped his head. A little faster. Mark was shocked at how good it felt. No pain at all, just thick pleasure filling him then disappearing then back again. Carrie was fantastic. He pictured her behind him, in her lingerie, fucking him. He was leaking pre-cum. Carrie slowed down some. Long, deep, slow strokes. "Tomas loved me to fuck his ass, Mark. But you know what he told me? He told me that a real cock felt better than the best realistic dildo. And I have to agree. A real cock feels better." Carrie fucked mark with long, deep, slow strokes. Mark moaned. "You're enjoyin' this, I can tell. Maybe you'd like to try a real cock sometime, darlin'. I'll support you if you want to." Carrie stopped moving and pushed and pulled on Mark's hips. She let go and he continued on his own. "That's a good boy. Fuck yourself on me cock." He moaned and rocked. "I'll eat some pussy for you if you'll take cock for me, darlin'. Wouldn't that be great?" She held Mark's hips still and punched into him, slow out, fast and hard in and he grunted and moaned. "Are you imaginin' that it's not me behind you, but a man with a real cock? A man holdin' your hips and fuckin' you with his real hot cock. I wouldn't mind if it pleases you. I want you to be happy." Carrie fucked him harder and Mark dropped his head and shoulders to the mattress and moaned in pleasure, the image of a man behind him flittered through his mind. "I'll even help you find a cock if you decide that's what you want." He moaned. Mark felt Carrie reach under him, felt her scoop pre-cum off the sensitive head of his cock. He closed his mouth around her fingers and tasted his cum while she fucked him in the ass. Carrie slowed and pulled gently out, taking care not to hurt Mark. "On your back, darlin'." Mark rolled to his back, lifted his rear and Carrie slipped a pillow beneath him. His ass throbbed. It felt wonderful. Carrie moved close, put her cock at his hole and Mark lifted his legs and closed his eyes as she entered him, amazed and delighted at the tingling nerves at his entrance, then the push, the thick pressure, the release of his muscles and the incredible fullness as her hips met his. Carrie leaned over Mark. "Melisande used to love the missionary position. She loved to kiss while we made love." "Melisande? Oh god..." "That's right, Mark. This cock, my cock, has been inside of supermodels. I've fucked supermodels, darlin', you've seen them on the telly." Mark moaned and Carrie smiled. She got quiet and went to work. Carrie pushed Mark's legs back. Her hands were behind his knees, his legs splayed wide and pinned against the bed. She fucked him, getting hers. Hard fast and deep. Mark grunted. She ground against Mark, buried deep, withdrew and punched back in. Mark grunted with her thrusts, thrilled his beautiful wife was above him, taking him, the source of blissful sensations in his ass. He saw her eyes glaze and she bit her lip and snapped her hips and he watched her come. Carrie paused, delighted, enthralled that she could come while fucking her man. Mark was hard. Carrie was all the way in, their bodies flush. She lay on Mark's chest, caressed his face. "Mmmm, that was nice. I love you so much, Mark. I'm going to make you come now." Carrie put her arms under Mark and grabbed his shoulders. She rocked her hips back and forth, drawing her cock in and out of Mark's ass, over the sensitive nerves at his opening and pressing against his prostate. She moved her stomach over Mark's cock and he moaned with pleasure as her sheer black lingerie moved against his foreskin. Faster and faster, harder and harder, Carrie rode Mark and he finally shouted and hunched and grabbed her ass and pulled it tight to his groin. Receding spasms and Mark finally released her and dropped his legs. He ran his hands up her back, held her head in his hands and kissed her. Carrie lay on Mark for a long time before easing out, careful to not hurt him. Carrie stood up, took off the strapon, disrobed and crawled back into Mark's waiting arms. "That was incredible, Carrie. I had no idea." "It was exciting for me too. And I love you so much for bein' open to it." "Amazing." They drifted to sleep in each others arms and for some time after they made love in the morning or day, and at night Carrie fucked Mark in the ass with her strapon. Standing up, cowboy, bending over the arm of the loveseat at the foot of their bed. She wanted to give pleasure to Mark in all ways and he was always accommodating. Carrie loved being in his tight channel and Mark enthusiastically urged her on. And she talked while she fucked him. It excited them. It turn them on. They were aroused by her running comments about her fucking Tomas and Melisande. About her licking pussy for Mark if he'd take cock for her and how hot that would be to watch and to do it together. He sucked her cock for her while she cooed sweetly and lovingly about how sexy he looked with a cock in his mouth and did he wish it were real. As they fell asleep in each others arms at night Mark reflected that he couldn't tell if Carrie was kidding or not, but she was so open and uninhibited and carefree and happy that it wouldn't surprise him if she were half serious. And maybe some of her uninhibited thinking rubbed off on Mark because after awhile the thought of being with a man was no longer preposterous, replaced by a kernel of intoxicating yet guilty arousal. A Good Marriage Ch. 07 ********** Thank you for taking the time to read the latest chapter of Mark and Carrie's story, I hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. A Good Marriage Ch. 08 Chapter 8 -- Revolution Please feel free to read the earlier chapters at no extra charge. Perhaps you'll find reading the chapters in sequence adds context and depth as the story unfolds. Otherwise, feel free to find the juicy bits and wank. And so, despite a fifty percent divorce rate, rest assured that in a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** "Are you okay? "Yeah, I'm just tired." "You've been tired a lot lately." "Not really." "Hmm, okay. Good night, darlin'." Carrie kissed Mark and turned away from him. He hadn't wanted to make love all day. And it wasn't the first time it had happened. Mark was tired, but that wasn't the real reason he did not want to make love to Carrie. For a long time he had been having more sex than he needed. Or really wanted, for that matter. He wanted to please Carrie and did his best, but he simply didn't need sex as often as she did and he was slowing down. They slept and in the morning made love before drinking coffee and reading the paper on their deck overlooking the bay. And they had sex that night. And the next day and night. But the following day Mark begged off again. Then didn't want sex until the next night and Carrie had to initiate it. She was a little worried. It had happened to her before. Every couple of days Mark declined sex until a few months later he found excuses to not fuck for three days in a row. Carrie could tolerate that if he were sick. Or if she were. But it was not okay if Mark was healthy. The dry spells were getting closer and closer so that Mark wanted sex only two or three, maybe four times a week. They lay in bed one evening. Mark's arm was around Carrie, her head resting on his shoulder. She was stroking his cock. "Do you love me, Mark?" "What a silly question. Of course I do." "Aye, I know you do." She rubbed her palm over his crown and was rewarded with a moan. "It's just that we don't make love like we used to." "We have slowed down some, true." "Correction, darlin', you've slowed down." A pause before Mark responded. "I guess." "I know I'm high maintenance that way, and I try to make it good for you." Carried plucked pre-cum from Mark's cock and licked it off her finger. "It always is. You're the best." "And I can honestly say that you're the best lover I've ever had. Truly." "You taught me well. Ohh, that's good." She ran her nails down the length of his cock. "You're a fast learner, and naturally gifted," she said with a smile. Carrie swung a leg over Mark, positioned him and sank down, taking his cock deep inside of her. "But I need more, darlin'. I need you everyday." She rotated her hips. "I need your big, beautiful cock in me tight pussy everyday." Mark looked up at his soulmate, her thick, straight red hair flowing with her movements. Her perfect breasts, a dusting of freckles over that ivory skin, swaying as she moved on him. Her hands were on him, running through his chest hair. She played with his nipples and fucked him. She rose and fell, contracted her muscle and Mark moaned at the pressure. Carrie slowed and she ground back and forth on him. "I need more, Mark. And I want it from you." "I'll try, Carrie. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy." He rolled Carrie to her back and made love to his beautiful wife until she cried out with release. And Mark did try to make Carrie happy. He did make love to her every day at least once, sometimes more. It wasn't that he was not attracted to Carrie, far from it, his pulse quickened when she walked into the room. And so things were good for a few months until his normal rhythm resurfaced and he was making excuses to avoid sex except for a few times a week. Carrie mentioned it and things were good again for about a month. Carrie mentioned it and things were good for a few weeks. Then less. And less. They lay in bed one evening. Mark's arm was around Carrie, her head resting on his shoulder. She was stroking his cock. "We need to talk, Mark." "Okay." Mark knew exactly what she wanted to talk about. "I'm a little scared." She stroked him. "Why?" He stroked her arm. "This has happened to me before." "What." "The sex difference." "The sex difference." "Aye. The sex difference. One of my long term boyfriends quit on me. He couldn't keep up with me. I never cheated on him, but ended up resentin' his lack of effort or even his carin' enough to make an effort. It broke us apart." "Oh." "Of course, I didn't love him like I do you," she was quick to say. "I love you with all me heart and I can't imagine a life without you." Carrie scooped some pre-cum and Mark licked her fingers. "And I know you love me, Mark. I don't doubt that even a wee bit." Mark caressed her shoulder and shivered with pleasure when Carried rubbed his glans between her fingers. "But we do have a problem before us that needs addressin'." "What do you suggest, hon?" Mark said, his voice husky. "I suggest you think on it. Use that MIT trained brain of yours and come up with a solution that satisfies us both," Carrie said, leaned up, kissed Mark on the cheek then went down on him. Carrie rubbed herself, rocked her pelvis on Mark's leg while she sucked his cock, savoring the slippery, spongy hardness, the flavor of his pre-cum, reveled in the feel of a cock in her mouth, so much better that it was his. Mark loved Carrie's blowjobs. He waited and was pleased and sighed as she snaked a finger up his rear and pressed on his prostate. Carrie licked and sucked and pressed and Mark moaned when he came. He waited and, as expected, Carrie shared some of his cum in a tender, loving kiss. Right before Mark drifted off to sleep he thought he heard Carrie say, "Don't let me down, darlin'. Come up with an answer for us." And he thought on it, broke it down into components to see what he could come up with for them. He had to admit that he would be satisfied having sex three, maybe four days a week. Sometimes more, sometimes less. His needs were not nearly as strong as Carrie's. She wanted sex more than he did, much more. And not just wanted, she needed sex. He had to admit that daily sex was simply a part of who she was, the woman he loved with all his heart. The next night Carrie lay on her back, Mark on his side leaning on his elbow, a hand between her legs. Carrie's eyes were closed. "Mmm, feels good, darlin'." Mark stroked and pulled and rubbed and penetrated. "Good. I like to please you." "You do." "I've been thinking." Carrie smiled. "Hey, don't stop just 'cause you're talkin'." Mark smiled, resumed his movements. "The sex difference. You need daily sex. I don't. I think I could probably be happy having sex three, maybe four days a week." "Go on. Keep it up and go on." "Well, why can't we compromise? We'll both go four, maybe five days a week. Can't that work?" Carrie pulled Mark's arm around her so he could play with a breast and nipple while he pleasured her down there with his fingers. "Mmm, feels nice." Her breathing was rapid, she grabbed his hand that was on her breast. Carrie made small noises then cried out and came. Mark watched the blush of pleasure that spread across her freckled chest. Her breathing slowed and Carrie rolled to her side so she was face to face with Mark. "Thank you, darlin'. That was lovely." He kissed her. She licked his fingers. "Glad to oblige. So what about four or five days a week?" "Won't work." "Why not? On the other days you could use your toys." Carrie sighed. "I've tried that, darlin'. It's hard to explain, but I want sex all the time. Every day and then some. It's like breathing. I need it. Have you ever known me to be not wet? Even when you walk up and grab me while I'm doin' somethin' in the kitchen?" "That's true." He smiled. She was always ready and willing. "My sex drive is incredibly strong, Mark. And it's probably goin' to get even stronger. You realize that, right?" "I hadn't thought about it, but yeah. Men at eighteen, women at forty and all that." "Right." "But you haven't explained why five days of sex and two with toys won't work. Seems like it should be easy." They were both touching and caressing each other, legs entwined. "It can work on a short-term basis is all I can say. I've tried it before and with us lately. After a while it's like I get backed up or somethin' and then get desperate for the real thing. I need you holdin' me, touchin' me, kissin' and lickin' me, puttin' that big fat cock of yours in me holes. Every. Single. Day." Mark laughed. "It's true, though. I swear it." "What about counseling? Or a support group or something." "Been down that road a couple of times and it didn't take. I really tried too. As for those sex addict support groups, they're just another place to hookup, you know? They should never have co-ed groups." Mark smiled and nodded his head. "It's just me nature, Mark, me needin' so much sex." Carrie kissed Mark, told him she loved him, turned her back to him, snuggled against him and pulled his arm around her. Before they drifted off to sleep Carrie said, "You'll come up with an answer to our problem, darlin'. I know you will." A few days went by and Mark and Carrie worked and played in their beautiful home in Sausalito. They stripped naked and drank wine in their hot tub on the deck overlooking the bay. Made love and relaxed, content with each other, Mark's arm around Carrie, the air cool, the water warm, bubbles swirling madly around them. Carrie knew full well what the solution to their problem was going to be. She just had to let mark come around to it. He had slowed down asking about her many past lovers, and they hadn't used them in their sex play as much lately. She wondered if she should do so, thought better of it and waited. Mark tried not to think about it, tried not to go in that inevitable direction. He laid out the problem as logically as he could. The goal was for Mark and Carrie to be together for the rest of their lives. They were perfect together in every way save one. But, if he couldn't make love to Carrie every day forever because his natural pace was three or four days a week, and if more than daily sex was her natural pace, her craving, then...what? She said toys didn't work long-term. So, thinking logically, without emotion, that left only one other solution. Other men. Once Mark let that thought pry into his head he allowed himself to play with the idea. He could do that, play with the idea of Carrie with other men. It was safe. It wasn't real. So he sat and thought about what it would be like for Carrie to leave the house, have sex with another man and return home to him. Mark thought about another man's hands on his beloved Carrie. Her mouth on another man's cock. Over a few days, a week, each time he imagined Carrie with other men, let the images play across his mind, Mark's pulse quickened and his stomach tensed. Maybe it was because he had adjusted to Carrie's extensive sexual history, had made his peace with it. And maybe it was because they even used Carrie's history in their sex play, to arouse them both and enhance their pleasure. Maybe it was because of these reasons that Mark was surprised to discover, over time, that he was not horrified at the thought of his soulmate fucking another man. Mark chewed on it for another few days and one evening he and Carrie lay in bed together. He was on his back, Carrie stroked his cock. "Mmm, feels nice," he said. "You have a great touch." Carries smiled. "I love the feel of your pipe in my hand. And elsewhere." She squeezed him. "So, Mark. I have to assume you've been thinkin' on our little problem." She caressed him. "I have. It's weird. I'm at the point where sometimes I think I can and sometimes I think I can't." "Can and can't what?" "Deal with it." "Deal with what?" she stroked him and spread pre-cum around the head. "God, that's good," Mark rasped. "A solution." "Mmm hmm. And what would that solution be?" "You probably already know." "So tell me, anyway." "Well..." Carrie waited and stroked him, he shivered at her touch. "I love you, Carrie, with all my heart." Mark started over. And I never want to be without you." "I feel the same way, Mark. Words can't express." "But the difference is you need something I can't give you. On a long term basis, anyway. And if you not getting what you truly need would ruin us..." Mark took a deep breath, his pulse quickened. "So if it's the only way for us to both be...to have certain needs met, then I think...I can probably live with it." "Live with what, darlin'." "You know." "Tell me, darlin'." Mark's heart was racing. "You...and...other men." "Me and other men?" Carrie caressed him, concentrating on the most sensitive pleasure zones. "No. Yes. I mean if you need sex every day and I can't do it every day forever. I don't know...if that's the only way for us to stay together, and I want to be with you forever, Carrie...I guess...we should...well...at least talk about it." "Me and other men. Wouldn't that be dangerous territory?" "What do you mean?" "If I see other men, and let's not be coy about what we're talkin' about, if I have sex with other men, how are you going to feel about it? Are you goin' to be jealous? Get your feelin's hurt?" Mark shrugged. "Will you resent me after awhile because I have needs you can't keep up with?" She stroked him. "Will you feel inadequate because you can't satisfy me?" "I don't?" Mark looked at Carrie with alarm. "Oh, of course you do, Mark." A quick, reassuring kiss. "You satisfy me more than anyone else I've ever been with, I didn't mean it that way. I meant frequency, not quality, is all. You got all the quality I'll ever need darlin'." Carrie winked at Mark and fondled his balls. "I've thought pretty hard on it. I've even imagined you with other men. Not liked we've talked about, not like your past. But now. I've tried to imagine you leaving home to have sex with someone other than me. And coming home to me after you've had sex with someone else." "And?" "At first I couldn't bear it. But now...." Mark shrugged. It was not lost on Carrie that Mark's cock remained rock hard, it throbbed in her hand. She rolled to her back and pulled Mark on top of her. She spread her slender legs wide and Mark slipped into her with a practiced ease. Carrie gasped at the fullness and her heart soared with love and bliss. Mark's chest hair tickled her nipples and she thrust her hips up to meet his. Carrie let Mark fuck her and, her voice thick, said, "Just so we're clear, darlin', other men will be where you are now. Other men will be sweatin' and gruntin' over me like you are now." Mark's face was near her ear and she heard a slight gasp and then a moan. "I'm not sayin' that to hurt you, but they will be." Carrie rolled her hips. Mark was close. Carrie moved her hips faster and said, "Other men..." she snapped her hips, "...will have their cocks in me cunt," heard Mark say "Oh god" and jerk and spasm and felt him come deep inside of her. He lay on his beautiful wife while his breathing slowed. She caressed his back, his hair. Softly, "We both know it has to be this way, Mark. It's the only way." Mark rolled to his side, a leg over hers, his stomach in knots, an elusive tingle at the edge of perception. "I want you to know that I wish you had as high a need as me. That would be a perfect world for me." "Me too." "So it has to be this way, whether we want it to be or not. If we're to stay together." She caressed his face. Silence. "Worries?" "Of course. I mean, what if you meet someone else you like better. What if you fall in love with one of your...whatevers." "You can let go of that one, Mark. You are perfect for me in every way. Except for the frequency thing. And I see that as me weakness, me flaw that I can't change. Lord knows, I've tried. But it will be your strength and love that keeps us together, darlin'. And I love you so much, Mark. I can't even begin to tell you how much." A tear rolled down Carrie's cheek. Mark wiped the tear away and licked his finger, gave her a small smile. "What if you get emotionally involved then, fall in love that way." "I'm not sayin' this to hurt you, I don't ever want to do that, but I've had plenty of experience separatin' sex from emotions and love. I'll not lie to you, though. For my long term friends I have great affection, but nothin' more than that. You should be able to trust that because of how we met, how we grew together, grew to love each other. I've never had anythin' close to what I have with you. What I feel for you. Ever" "Really?" "Jesus, aye. My love for you is overwhelmin' at times." "But not enough to, you know." Carrie shook her head. "Altogether different and independent." "Oh." "And sex with you is so much better precisely because I have so much love for you, not just affection." "Really?" "Oh my god, yes. It's like goin' from...from...I don't know, an old square color TV..." "Four by three." "Geek!" She poked him with a finger. "Like goin' from an old square TV," she stuck her tongue out at Mark and he smiled, "to a movie theater sized hi-definition, three-dee thing. Not even close." "Then..." "It's still a need. Just...that it's so much better with you." "So if we try this," they touched and caressed one another. "How will it work." "I've been thinkin' too." "Ah." "It's just that I knew it had to be this way, Mark. I knew it would come to this and I love you so much for this, this sacrifice for us." Carrie hugged Mark. "But what I'm thinkin' is just that I'll get back in touch with my old mates in town. Most of them are probably still around." "You haven't kept in touch?" "Not really. No reason to. They know I'm happily married. A text here or there from a few to say hi. Probably fishin', but nothin' more." "How many old mates are there?" "Not many, just a dozen or so." Mark's stomach flopped, he almost flinched at her words, at her casual delivery, but simply said, "Ah." "I'll tell them I'm deeply in love you, but have...an itch that needs scratchin' from time to time. It'll all be above board and I'll set down rules." "Like what?" "Like if you get horned up at the last second I don't show up, because I prefer to be with you. But they better have damn good reason to not show up if they don't want to be off the list." "The list." "Whatever." Mark sighed and rolled to his back. Carrie snuggled against him and said, "We can make this work, Mark. I know we can." They fell asleep, Carrie happy and content while Mark had disturbing dreams. In the morning, over coffee, on the deck, they talked about her seeing other men. They decided that she would follow Mark's lead. Mark would pick two or three days when Carrie would be free to visit her friends, more if necessary. Carrie assured Mark that she would only see old friends, the ones she was seeing just before they met, and would talk to him if and when any new friends were needed. Mark poured their last cup of coffee and took them to the deck where Carrie was waiting. She wore one of his t-shirts and looked spectacular. He handed her a cup. Carrie tucked her hair behind and ear and Mark became aroused at the small, delicate gesture. He swallowed and said, "I guess you can have Monday, Wednesday and Thursday." Carrie smiled. "That's exactly what I was thinkin'." "So how will you go about it? I wouldn't like to think of you going out on date dates with them." "Oh, no, no, darlin'. Strictly businesslike. These guys," Mark gulped at her words, his pulse quickened, "are fine with simply gettin' together. They don't worry about winin' and dinin'." A Good Marriage Ch. 08 Mark nodded. "We did some of that at first, of course. To see if we were compatible. I have become very discriminatin' in me dotage." She batted her lashes at him and made him smile. "But never forget, darlin'," she said, putting her hand on his, "you always come first. Always. "Okay." "No, I'm dead serious, Mark." She held his eyes. "If I'm about to go out and you suddenly get horned up just bend me over the couch, yank me panties down and keep me home." Mark smiled. "It's always you I want to be with, but..." she took a deep breath, "if you can't match me needs, then it just has to be this way. But you can have me any time you want. Anytime at all." Carrie kept her eyes on Mark's, put her cup on the table, moved to him and scooted his chair some to give her access. She stood over him. He looked at her. Finally Carrie raised her eyebrows and tilted her head and Mark said, "Oh." Carrie rolled her eyes as Mark pulled his shorts down. Carrie stood over Mark, crossed her arms and said, "Well, I see it's movin' in the right direction, but it's gonna have to be stiffer than that for what I'm wantin' to do with it." Mark smiled and put his hand on his cock, wrapped his fingers around it and moved his hand up and down, his eyes never leaving Carrie's face. Mark watched as her eyes widened just slightly, almost unnoticeable. He watched her breathe, deeper, now. Her nipples stiff. Her eyes sparkled, began to blaze. Carrie felt it grow, blossom, spread out and take over. She had told Mark the truth, that sex was vastly better with him because the mixture of lust and love was intoxicating, invigorating, and he truly had become the best lover she ever had. It was bliss with Mark. And when she stepped to him and sat down and took his cock into her she sighed with as much love and joy as with physical pleasure. Carrie threw her arms around Mark's neck. "Mmm, I love you Mark. Let me just sit on you. God, you fill me up." She squirmed on him. "I love you Mark, I'd love you even if you didn't have the perfect cock." Mark laughed and cupped her ass in his hands. He moved her around on him while they kissed. "Aren't you afraid the neighbors will see us again?" "Nah, the fence is good enough over there and the bushes are blockin' the view on that side now," Carrie tossed her head toward the right side of the yard. "Besides, the clatty mauser probably needs more lessons. Let her see how some real lovin' is done. Now quit talkin' and fuck me." Mark put his arms under her legs, stood up and walked her to the bedroom while Carrie rode his cock. He tossed her on the bed and she shrieked and laughed and yanked off her shirt. Mark pulled his shirt off and jumped on Carrie and she squealed in delight as he landed on her. Carrie pulled Mark into her and they slammed against each other, giving and getting until they cried out in unison. They lay on their backs. Limp, a sheen of sweat covering them both. "Amazing." "Aye." Life settled back into a routine of sorts and for the following two weeks or so they had sex every day, sometimes more and Carrie was ecstatic. She wrote wherever it suited; weather permitting, on the back deck overlooking the bay in the distance. Mark mostly worked in his office since he liked using a large monitor. They'd intersect and make love, seek each other out and fuck. And then the inevitable happened. Mark slowed down. Carrie was prepared, but sad nonetheless. When Monday came she made a call in the morning. Carrie appeared at the door to Mark's office shortly after lunch. Carrie looked gorgeous, dazzling, in a simple, but elegant sleeveless black sundress that ended mid-thigh. The dress accentuated her ivory skin and thick, straight red hair. Earrings. A simple gold necklace. Black, four inch heels. Mark's heart was in his throat and his stomach in knots. Carrie gave Mark an encouraging smile and said, "I'm going out for awhile." It would become their code. A code phrase meaning Carrie was going out to fuck another man. She went to him, kissed him tenderly and said softly, "I love you, Mark. Only you." Mark swallowed, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you too, Carrie. With all my heart." "I know you do, darlin'. This only proves it and makes me love you even more." She kissed him again, said softly, "I'll be back in awhile," and turned and left. Mark almost stopped her, grabbed her to make love to her and keep her home. He knew she'd gladly stay, knew she wished it could be different, but this was going to happen sooner or later. So he let her go and let their arrangement begin. Mark tried to focus on his work, but couldn't concentrate. He ended up going for a long run, the raging music loud in his ears to drown out the thoughts and images of Carrie with another man. They were doing it. Right now. Mark, Carrie, and another man. They were really going through with it. He thought he'd been prepared, but Mark's stomach was churning, he was anxious, scared. They were so good together. Mark was worried it would change her, him, change them. Mark was sitting in the den, drinking a very early glass of wine and trying to read a book when Carrie returned home after an hour or so, an eternity since she had left. Mark heard her come in and looked up from his book. Carrie was at the entrance to the den, looking at him. His pulse was racing. Carrie stood in the entrance to the room and undid the top button of her black sundress, then the next, and the next. She unbuttoned the dress and Mark saw her pale skin surface. Carrie pushed the straps off her shoulders, one at a time, while looking at Mark. The dress slowly dropped, a languid slide and then it crumpled on the floor, her stunning body revealed. Carrie stepped out of the circle of cloth. She looked spectacular. Naked except for her four inch black high heels, simple gold necklace and earrings. Mark adored her figure, her lovely breasts, everything in perfect proportion. She ran her fingers through her hair pulling her breasts into that astonishingly alluring pear shape. She walked to Mark in five graceful strides. Each foot placed directly in front of the other at the mid-line of her tall, slender body. Her runway walk. She stopped in front of him. Stood there. Mark looked at her. He could see part of the lines separating her toes before they disappeared under the leather of her shoes. At that moment it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Carrie held out her hand and Mark took it. She led him to their bedroom. His throat tight with emotion. Carrie pulled off his shirt. She pushed down his shorts. She put her hand on the back of his neck and drew him in for a kiss and fondled him, got him hard despite his clashing emotions. When Mark was fully erect Carrie pushed him to the bed and climbed over him. She left her heels on and sat on his cock, taking him all the way inside and when she was seated she sighed. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest, her red hair framing her face as Mark looked up at her. "It's done, Mark. I won't come back and do this anymore, unless you want me to, but it's done. It's part of us now. I'll tell you everythin' or I'll tell you nothin', whatever you want. Your choice. But this time you need to hear it because it's real now." Carrie moved her hips on Mark, felt his cock throb inside of her. She leaned down and kissed Mark, her tongue swirling throughout his mouth, scrubbing it, then rose back up and looked down at him. His eyes were glued to hers. "I sucked another man's cock today. I'm not sayin' it to hurt you, but I made him come with me mouth." Mark moaned at the words and the swivel of her hips. "I'll not tell you in the future if you don't want, but you need to know what happened today. We can't pretend I didn't suck and fuck another man today. I made him come in me mouth so he would last longer when we got around to fuckin'. I really did it, Mark." She ground her hips against her soulmate. "Another man's cock was in me cunt not an hour ago. He came in me cunt, Mark." He moaned and she rose up and down a few times then settled and rotated her hips, ground against him. "I won't say I didn't like it. I won't lie to you, Mark. I did like it. I enjoyed it and it was fun." She heard a small "Oh, god," from Mark, noted he was close to orgasm and then he was at the edge and she snapped her hips and said, "Another man made me come today. He made me come." And Mark groaned and grabbed her thighs and arched up into her and Carrie felt his release deep inside of her. Carrie remained astride Mark, looking down at him. She caressed his cheek, anxious for his response, what it would be. He looked up at her. Slowly, Carrie saw it in his eyes, the compassion, the love there, and a wave of relief washed over her and she breathed again. Mark pulled Carrie down to him and cradled her in his arms and held her. They stayed that way for some time until Carrie finally slipped to Mark's side and said tenderly, "Are you okay?" He nodded. "What was it like for you? How are you feeling?" "What was it like? Watching you go and then waiting? Harder than I thought it would be. I couldn't concentrate on anything." "Oh darlin', I'm so sorry." Mark shrugged. "It had to happen sometime. If we want to have a life together." "I want nothing less." "I know you love me..." "Oh, I do, Mark. Words can't express." She was quiet for a moment. "And I'm sorry for being so harsh. I think I'm a little angry that it has to be this way. That I can't change and be normal. So I think I took it out on you and I'm sorry." A tear escaped and trailed down her cheek. "I wish it were different too. But us being together is what is most important. To both of us. I feel your commitment to me. I do. I guess I'm afraid of this changing us, me." "We'll work on being our usual pervy selves." She got a smile. "I just have to put this firmly in a category, Carrie. Like assisted masturbation or something. Pleasurable, but emotionless and meaningless overall." "That's perfect, Mark. That captures it exactly." He nodded. "And what I said before was true today, it surely was. It scratched an itch, but sex with you is better by magnitudes, infinitely better. And truth be told, in me mind and me heart it was you I was with." She kissed his cheek, ran her hand over his chest. "I love you so very much." "I love you too, Carrie." Mark and Carrie took a shower together and washed each other with tenderness. She made sure to mention it was her second shower within the last sixty minutes and noticed Mark seemed relieved. They ate a light dinner, watched some television and Mark found himself interested so he made love to Carrie on their queen sized bed in their house in Sausalito overlooking the bay. Tender, sweet, and reassuring. They fell asleep in each others arms. Carrie dreamed of Mark and he, thankfully, slept soundly and peacefully. In the morning they sat on the deck drinking coffee and reading the paper. Mark was pleasantly surprised that he felt...okay. After yesterday he thought he would feel worse. Thought he'd be torn up, a wreck but Carrie had confronted their reality and somehow reconnected them. She'd been blunt with what she had done, real time, not past lovers, but she somehow made it...okay. Mark thought he just might be able to tolerate the new arrangement, with time. Maybe. Scanning the paper, Mark said, "Six months away and there's already an article about carnival." Carrie said, "Rio?" "Yeah." "So?" "So let's go." "Seriously?" "Why not?" Carrie looked at Mark and shrugged. "Why not? "I'll set it up." "Okay." "What?" Mark was staring at her. He smiled, said, "It's Tuesday." Mark took her hand and led a beaming Carrie back to bed. ********** Thank you for taking the time to read the latest chapter of Mark and Carrie's story, I hope you enjoyed it. Writers love feedback so please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. A Good Marriage Ch. 09 Chapter 9 – Mark and Carrie share a Woman Please feel free to read the earlier chapters at no extra charge. In fact, you'll find reading the chapters in sequence adds context and depth as the story unfolds. Otherwise, feel free to find the juicy bits and wank. And so, despite a fifty percent divorce rate, rest assured that in a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** As time passed a pattern emerged, somewhat random, but a pattern nonetheless. Carrie was happy to find that she and Mark had daily sex, more sometimes, for weeks before he slowed down for a week or two. She often waited a day, two at times, for Mark to perk back up. Other times she couldn't stand it after a day or two and if Mark was unreceptive she would go out for awhile. And when she came back it was...good between them. It actually didn't happen that often, but still she wished it could be different. She thought of her meeting other men, the eight or so men in her stable as she called it, her meeting her other men for sex, as an item on her to-do list. It was an errand she ran when she was out. Her fucking other men to satisfy her craving was simply an errand she ran before buying groceries. In time, Mark made his adjustments. He didn't enjoy her leaving to fuck other men, but he was not wracked with conflicting emotions either. He tried to think of their overall goal; to share a life together. And so they agreed she could fuck certain other men because she craved sex every day, often multiple times a day. It was who she was and she couldn't help it. They agreed she could suck certain other men's cocks because Mark could not at all meet her needs for prolonged periods. They agreed she could let certain other men make her come because Carrie and Mark were soulmates, deeply in love, and wanted to spend their lives together and were finding their way. And so Mark compartmentalized, he put her fucking certain other men in a mental box. That her fucking the men in her stable was Carrie's preferred method of masturbating. It was simply assisted masturbation that held no emotional connection at all. And it was, therefore, essentially meaningless in the big picture, meaningless within the larger context of Carrie's love for Mark and their relationship with each other. And, as it happened, she had only gone out for awhile a few times. Carrie said it was with the same man and that she planned to keep it that way which, under the circumstances, gave Mark some small measure of relief. Mark would prefer it to be different, that Carrie not need a stable of men, but it didn't gnaw at him anymore. Carrie helped with that. She was as loving and affectionate and attentive as ever. She never teased him about it or talked about it, though wondered if, as time progressed, they would introduce talk of her stable to their sex play as they had done with her past lovers. And Mark knew Carrie would tell him whatever he wanted to know, no matter how intimate the details, and maybe someday he would ask. But for now, while he was adjusting to their arrangement mentally and emotionally, it was better that her men remain anonymous, for her to see them offstage, as it were. It was simple. It was complex. Then February was upon them and they were at Carnival. They stayed in South Rio and on their second night in town they were in a club with a horde of people dancing to the loud, pulsating wall of sound, the deep bass notes relentlessly punching the gut. A mirror ball sprinkled the revelers with unending diamonds of light. Lasers sprayed lances of color across the vast room. Mark swayed and moved with the beat. He watched Carrie and fell in love all over again. She was astonishingly beautiful, mesmerizing, electricity in motion. He rarely saw this side of her, utterly carefree and wild and gleeful. Carrie twirled and danced with athletic grace and effortless rhythm. She wore a skin tight tank top, no bra. Her skirt and hair swirled and flared. She twirled and looked at Mark, her eyes blazing with love and passion and mischief. Carrie was both beacon and magnet. She danced and moved and radiated absolute sex and utter sensuality. She danced for Mark, circling him, brushing against him, arousing him, but her seductive power was like a tractor beam, luring others with the promise of eternal erotic bliss. Mark and Carrie were near the edge of the dance floor and it seemed they stood fixed while a great wheel of dancers floated past them. Barely clothed women would come between Mark and Carrie and would dance with him, then turn and move with her for a moment before turning and drifting with sea of whirling dancers. Men would dance up and try to impress Carrie and she would spin and shoo them off, laughing when they feigned broken hearts forever as they were swept away by the relentless force of the great tide. Spinning, swirling, the people danced. Pulsing and hypnotic, the music never ended but moved from disco to techno to club and beyond. An exotic creature floated into Mark and Carrie's space. She looked Mark up and down and smiled and nodded in approval and shook her breasts at him and laughed when he mimicked her movements. She threw her arms in the air and whirled, looked back to make sure Mark was looking at her tight ass. She twirled again to dance with Carrie and when they looked at each other they squealed and hugged and jumped up and down. Carrie grabbed the woman's hand and dragged her off the dance floor catching Mark's hand as she passed and pulling him along as well. They went into another part of the club where the music was at a level they didn't have to shout. "Cathy!" Carrie said, holding her hands. Cathy noticed the rings. "I've wondered how you've been. It's so good to see you!" they embraced again. Cathy put her hands on Carrie's shoulders and held her at arms length. "Me too, me too! My god, you look stunning, Carrie. You are positively glowing! Does it have anything to do with this handsome fellow you dragged off the dance floor?" "Aye!" Carrie clapped her hands with glee and looked at each in turn and said, "Cathy, this is my husband, Mark. Mark, this is my old friend Cathy." Mark held out his hand and said, "Hello, Cathy," and was about to make small talk when Cathy interrupted him and said, "None of that here," and hugged him. "Carrie and I go way back and any husband of hers gets a hug from me." To Carrie's amusement Mark wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands for a moment before he responded with a warm hug. Cathy pulled back, held Mark's shoulders at arms length and said to Carrie. "My god, he's a handsome one. You sure know how to pick them." "I can't believe my luck, Cathy." Looking at Mark she said, "I'm so happy." Mark smiled. She looked back at Cathy, smiled and said, "What's up with the outfit? Or lack of one." Cathy wore a sheer bra, a thong and three-inch heels. And a blue wig. "Oh my god, that. I lost a silly bet. And now my skirt and blouse are who knows where." "Well, at least you're far from alone here," Mark said. "And you still have a great figure," Carrie added. "Why, thank you," she made a small, quick curtsy, pretending to hold out a skirt. "I'll get us drinks and let you two catch up a minute." Mark smiled at them and walked off. Cathy fanned her face and said, "Wow! I really mean it, Carrie, Mark is smoking hot. Where did you find him?" "At a party thrown by a mutual friend. And he is awesome. Completely." "Good in the sack?" "Aye. Best I ever had," Carrie said and smiled. Cathy let her eyes grow wide and said, "Now that's saying something." Carrie nodded, said, "He knows." "Holy shit! How'd he take it?" "Rough at first. But we're makin' it." Carrie grabbed Cathy's hands and leaned toward her. "We love each other so much, Cathy. It's incredible. We've had some problems to sort out, but we're totally committed to growin' old together." "I wish I could find that. I'm happy for you, Carrie." Cathy hugged her. Mark returned with champagne and dispensed the glasses. They chatted, Cathy pumped Mark for the essentials and offered she had quit designing clothes and moved into jewelry at which point Carrie exclaimed she wanted to buy some, touting Cathy's exquisite taste to Mark. It was getting late so Mark and Carrie decided to head back to the hotel. "I want to see more of you, where are you stayin'?" Carrie asked. "Just down the block at the Hilton." She pointed one way, then the other. "Us too! We can walk there together." They toasted to friends old and new, killed the champagne then left the club. Carrie took Cathy's arm in hers and they walked. Mark fell behind and Carrie turned and glanced at Mark and laughed when he wriggled his eyebrows. The women talked and stole an occasional glance back at Mark and he wondered what they were up to. Mark watched their moves, their walk. Both had spectacular asses, bodies. figures, faces. Cathy was a little shorter, slender, but fuller all around than Carrie. Mark couldn't discern what her heritage was. Cathy had fine features, dark almond eyes, and rich, dark mocha colored skin. She was an amalgam of countries and races and she was heart attack gorgeous. Mark and Carrie were amused to see Cathy talking to the hotel clerk in nothing but a sheer bra, thong and heels. The clerk acted as if her attire were nothing but normal and didn't pay even the slightest attention. Standing several yards behind Cathy, it was clear to Mark and Carrie that she was agitated. She turned and fumed toward them. "Shit! My assistant was supposed to get me a room, but they say because I didn't check in by eleven they gave my room to someone else. Fuck! What is going on here these days!" They were all a bit tipsy. Carrie looked at Mark and he shrugged and nodded. "Nah, Cathy. We have a suite. You can stay with us tonight and sort it out tomorrow." "Oh, that would be such a relief!" Mark went to the clerk and told him to have her bags sent to their room and to work on finding a suitable room for Ms. Westhoven for tomorrow and through the end of carnival. He returned to the women, said, "All set," and held out his arms. Carrie and Cathy smiled, curtsied, took his arms and he escorted them to the elevators, then to the room beyond. In the suite Cathy said, "You guys go first. I feel like a little more champagne. I'll pay you back." "Don't worry about it," Mark said as he and Carrie entered the bathroom and closed the door. Carrie turned on the water in the spacious shower, they disrobed and got in. Mark washed Carrie's thick, red shoulder length hair and after rinsing it said, "Look at this cutout," referring to a tall, wide inset, that in another part of a house would hold a large vase or bust or small statue. Carrie hopped onto it and grabbed the handles that ran down the length of the inset. Mark stepped between her legs, their hips aligned, ran a soapy washcloth over her and said, "Those Hilton's think of everything don't they? We'll have to have our shower redone." "Mmm, I'd like that," she said, closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of Mark's firm hands washing her. She became aroused at his touch. "Do you think Cathy is pretty?" "She'd do in a pinch." Carrie smiled. "Are you attracted to her?" "Trick question." "No. It would be okay if you were. I'm not threatened. I know you love me and wouldn't hurt me." "In that case, of course, I'd have to be dead not to be. She's beautiful. Funny, too." Carrie smiled and said, "We go back." "Old friends, huh." "Mmm hmm. There's history between us, darlin'" she said, her voice far away. Mark's cock thickened. "Don't tell me, one of your girls." Mark reached around to get Carrie's back. "Mmm hmm." "Can't say I'm surprised." "She thinks you're dreamy. Me own personal MarkDreamy." She giggled. "Mmm hmm," Mark replied. "She remembers what I was like before, back in me modelin' days. She asked if I would share." Mark's cock was hard. He swallowed and said, "So what did you say?" "I told her it wasn't like that anymore. I told her you were lovin' and generous and brave and strong." "Okay." He pulled her off the shelf and she giggled when his cock swatted her. He washed her and she let Mark lead her to the water and rinse her off, turning her as necessary. She kept her eyes closed and had a languid smile. "I told her she could have you, if you wanted." "Funny." "Not a joke." Carrie's mouth closed on Mark's, a hand behind his neck, she kissed him tenderly, passionately. She broke the kiss and began washing Mark. "You're serious?" Mark said. Carrie looked him in the eyes and nodded. "Why?" "I'm not at all suggestin' we have an open marriage and sleep with any and everyone. I don't want that. But I've asked a tremendous amount from you. A great sacrifice. I know that." She washed his back, legs. "I don't know, maybe it would help me feel less guilty or somethin'. But it would be okay, really it would." "What do you want?" Carrie's stomach flopped and it surprised her. She looked at Mark, put her hand on his cheek, nodded, said, "Do it for you or do it for me. I know it's pretty abrupt and I know she was only partly jokin', but since she asked me I'm feelin' more and more we need it, I need it." Mark took Carrie in her arms. "Are you sure?" Carrie smiled and nodded. "Aye." "Can't say I'd hate it." "Just don't love it too much." "Your turn to take one for the team, then." "Aye." They kissed. Turned the shower off and used fluffy white towels to dry off. Mark wrapped one around his waist and left the bathroom. Carrie walked out naked. Cathy whistled and said, "You look absolutely mouth watering delicious! And the years have been good to you, too, Carrie." Carrie laughed and went to the dresser, got some clothes and started dressing. "What are you doing?" Cathy asked. "I'm goin' to give you two some alone time." Cathy walked over to Carrie and took her hand, made her look her in the eyes and softly said, "I was joking, you know." Carrie squeezed her hand and said, "No you weren't. Maybe some, but...not really." "Guilty." "Mmm hmm. I know you." Cathy smiled. "Are you sure, Carrie? You're married now. This is huge." "I'm sure, Cathy." Carrie placed her hand on Cathy's cheek. "You have my blessin'." "Well, can't say I'd hate it." Carrie smiled. "Well, just don't love it too much." They hugged and Cathy went to take a shower. Carrie dressed, approached Mark, took his hands, and said, "I'm goin' down to the bar for an hour or so. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." She rose to her toes and kissed him, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his ear to her mouth and loud whispered, "Just make her jealous as hell of me." Mark laughed and hugged her, pulled back, looked at her and said gently, "With all my heart." "With all me soul." "Forever and always my heart belongs to you," they said in unison. Carrie was gone when Cathy emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, the brilliant white cloth in stark contrast to her dark mocha skin. Mark got off the bed and approached Cathy, caressed her face. She had silky black hair that didn't reach her shoulders. There were flecks of gold in her dark almond shaped eyes. "Looks like we're to be gifts to each other from Carrie." "She always was a generous girl." Mark smiled and leaned in, kissed her softly on the lips, pulled back slightly, kissed her again, a sexual charge in the air. Cathy kissed him back. Tongues, hands, soft throaty sounds from Cathy. They broke and pulled apart. Mark smiled and loosed Cathy's towel and it dropped to the floor. "Perfect," he said. Mark's towel was tenting and Cathy smiled, undid his towel, looked down at him. Her eyes grew wide and she said, "Holy shit!" Carrie sat at the bar sipping on a glass of champagne and politely fended off men. Her stomach was in small knots and she felt an irrational jealousy. She wondered if this is what Mark felt when they first started talking about their problem and the eventual solution. Carrie wondered if she was feeling the tip of the iceberg of what Mark felt. Oh, how he must love her to endure such anguish, to work through the intense conflicting feelings. Carrie knew she couldn't change, she knew she needed daily sex, but she vowed to try harder. To push her limits to the extreme and only use her other men, men she knew she'd need, but to only use them sparingly, as little as she could. A tear escaped and she wiped it away. Her heart swelled and her love for Mark was vast. And, among her swirling emotions at letting Mark sleep with Cathy, fuck Cathy, there was also warmth, comfort and relief. A measure of guilt was being washed away. It wasn't fair for Mark to sacrifice alone, though his needs weren't at all like hers. So Carrie was glad for Mark to have the freedom this opportunity offered. To experience Cathy. To fuck another woman. Carrie slowly drank another glass of champagne and, when enough time had passed, returned to the room. Mark and Cathy were asleep on the huge bed and Carrie disrobed and slid in bed next to Mark, wanting to feel his skin on hers. She snuggled against him, gently kissed his cheek, silently mouthed, "I love you." and fell asleep. In the morning they woke in a chain reaction of emerging awareness. Mark felt Carrie's presence, caressed her, kissed her and said softly, "Hey, baby. Good morning." "Mmm, mornin' darlin'." She looked into Mark's eyes. "You okay?" he said. Carrie nodded. "We'll talk later." Carrie nodded. "I love you," Mark said. Carrie nodded, "I love you, too." "Holy shit, Carrie," from the other side of Mark. "You didn't tell me Mark was a fucking swordsman..." Mark shrugged and winked at Carrie. Carrie smiled. "...with a fucking Claymore at his disposal!" Mark raised his eyebrows. Carrie said, "Big Scottish sword." "My cunt's still throbbing and my nipples are still tingling." Cathy popped onto her knees, shook Mark and said, "Please God, let Mark have an identical twin." They all laughed and Cathy flopped onto Mark, bent to give Carrie a kiss on the cheek but she turned and lips met and lingered a moment longer than necessary. "Oh my god! I think I'm ruined. You did that on purpose, didn't you, you conniving bitch!" Carrie laughed. "Enjoy yourself?" "How much do you want for him? Name your price!" "Not for sale. But maybe I'll rent him to you from time to time." Mark enjoyed the attention and praise. Cathy kissed Mark on the cheek. "You were fantastic, Mark. Oh my god. And thank you Carrie, thank you. I think. Because now what the fuck am I supposed to do?" "Told you." "Oh my god," Cathy said and padded off to the bathroom. "So, think I did you proud?" "Aye, and then some it seems." Mark rolled on top of Carrie, they kissed and he slipped inside of her in a practiced, familiar move. Mouths hungry and bodies desperate, they quickly built speed and Carrie was almost there when Cathy yelled from the bathroom, "Aren't you kids done yet? I want to get dressed and get some breakfast!" Mark and Carrie groaned and laughed and stopped, whispering to each other they would finish the job later. They rolled out of bed and walked naked into the bathroom. Mark was still hard. Cathy looked at Mark's cock, then at Carrie and said, "What are you trying to do, rub it in?" "If you'd've given me a couple of more minutes I'd've taken care of it." Carrie smacked Cathy on the ass and said, "Go get dressed, we'll be out in a few and we'll go get somethin' to eat." Cathy rolled her eyes and went to dress. Mark started the water, Carrie jumped up on the inset and they finished the job before washing and joining Cathy in the suite. A Good Marriage Ch. 09 The trio emerged from the hotel, looked around and decided to go left. They stopped at an outdoor café and ordered brunch. They laughed and joked, but nothing was said of last night. Finishing breakfast they strolled and Mark fell behind, admiring the women's forms, different, but both sexy and sensual. Cathy took Carrie's arm in hers. "I want to thank you for last night. Mark's amazing!" Carrie smiled. "Aye. Truly he is." "You're married now so it must feel different. How are you?" "Good now. But Lord, I was a taken aback. Sittin' in the bar with you two upstairs was kind of hard at first. I was a bit jealous. Surprised me, it did." Cathy pulled her closer in a walking hug. "So why did you do it? Why put us together." Carrie told her of heir arrangement, the reason for it. "It's a huge sacrifice for Mark to make for us and I love him so much for it, but I do feel guilt about it. I mean, I've tried to slow down, be satisfied with less, but I can't." Cathy was quiet for a minute. "You are very lucky, Carrie. Mark is smart, handsome, and has a great cock if you don't mind me saying," she bumped into Carrie's shoulder and Carrie laughed, "and he must love you so much to allow this for the sake of your relationship. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Don't take it the wrong way..." "Not from you." "Does he get off on it? Is he the type that likes to be bossed around and...you know..." "Teased and humiliated? Like Trevor?" Cathy laughed. "I'd forgotten about him!" "No, Mark is masculine. And, kind of surprising for a computer geek, is pretty well able to identify and articulate his feelings. But he's not a pushover by any means. Jesus, this all came hard." "That's good." "However, after he discovered about my past lovers he did ask questions. Only natural, I think. But we were both surprised to discover it was a turn on for me to talk about them in bed." "Ooh, I bet that was fun!" Carrie smiled. "Shockin'ly so." She squeezed Cathy's arm. "Anyway, I've been feelin' some guilt and when you asked if I would share..." "I was joking, you know." "Liar!" Cathy laughed. "Okay, I thought he was gorgeous. But I really didn't expect you to do it." "I know, but when you asked I decided it would be fair, wouldn't it? Help even things out a wee bit. I mean, one of you counts for a whole lot, right?" "I always knew you had good taste." "And taste good!" they said in unison and laughed. Carrie glanced back at Mark and winked, wondering if he had heard them. He smiled back and was distracted from the surroundings by the view of Carrie and Cathy's delicious asses. "Seriously, I wish I could find someone like him. He seems wonderful." "I'm blessed. I hope you do too." They walked and Mark squeezed in between and said, "You girls finished talking about me?" Carrie batted her eyelashes and said, "What makes you think we were talking about you!" They walked and bantered and enjoyed each other's company. They made their way to a vantage point so they could see the Samba parade and ogled the costumed women and laughed and pointed at the floats and compared and critiqued the orders as they passed in all their splendor. They drifted and ate at another café then found their way to Ipanema to listen to the street band and enjoy the party. It was a near repeat of the night before with a pulsing beat and the heat and sensuality emanating from Carrie and Cathy drawing men and women across their space like the tug of the tide. They danced and drank and finally made their way back to the hotel. Once in the room Mark opened a bottle of champagne, poured three glasses, held his up. Carrie and Cathy followed his lead and Mark said, "Last night we toasted to friends new and old, but tonight, it's only appropriate to alter the toast." They smiled at him. "Today was great fun. I hope Cathy has cleared her schedule from anyone she was to meet here and, with Carrie's blessing, continues to enjoy our company." They laughed. Marked looked at Cathy for a long moment, then at Carrie and said, "To lovers, old and new." Carrie's eyes widened then a lopsided smile emerged as he clinked her glass, then Cathy's. Cathy said, "My turn, my turn. Ahem. I came down on my own like I usually do, met my friends but they stole my clothes in a sucker bet so phooey on them. I am unfettered and free. So, if it meets Carrie's approval, I am at your pleasure. To friends and lovers old and new." She clinked glasses with Carrie and Mark. "Okay, okay. I guess it's my turn," Carrie said. "Let me think. Let's see, I'm blessed to have Mark for a husband and best friend, I'm blessed to have Cathy as a friend, and," she looked at Cathy, "I can't imagine why we haven't kept in closer contact. Okay, a toast." She raised her glass and said, "Last one in the shower has to wash everybody!" She drained her glass, threw it on the bed and ran into the bathroom. Cathy squealed and ran with her glass and entered the bathroom just after Carrie. Mark drained his glass and walked into the bathroom loudly cursing his slow reaction time and speed. Carrie had turned on the shower. Cathy finished her champagne, put the glass down and began disrobing. Carrie turned, looked at Mark and took off her clothes while Mark returned her look and did the same. They were quiet at first, two of them washing the other. Tender, caring, surrounded by steam. The atmosphere was electric, delicate; the moment could blossom or burst. Carrie and Cathy stood facing each other, Mark rubbed their backs, the multi-head shower caressed them all with a cascade of liquid heat. Carrie looked at Mark, then Cathy. Cathy's lips parted slightly. Mark ran his hands up both backs, cradled their necks. He applied gentle pressure and they did not resist, slowly, eyes locked, breasts touched, lips touched and Mark withdrew his hands. Tentative, brushing, hands rising to arms, shoulders, Carrie looked at Mark out of the corner if her eye. A small, gentle smile, loving eyes, a slight nod and she accepted his invitation. Her lips returned to Cathy's and they kissed, eyes closed, mouths open. Pale ivory against dark mocha skin. Their hands slow on necks, faces, arms, back, hips and finally breasts. Mark was aroused. He watched Carrie and Cathy kiss, caress, their gentle intimacy. He was hard. Mark caressed their backs, down their asses and between, their hips arched back and Mark put his hands between wet legs. Carrie turned to Mark and kissed him while he stroked her down there, then she pushed Cathy to Mark and they kissed and caressed each other beneath the stream of water. Mark turned of the shower and they all got out, grabbed fluffy towels and dried each other off. Entering the suite, Carrie placed a chair near the side of the bed and directed Mark to sit. She nodded at Cathy to sit on his lap. Cathy sat down and they kissed and she stroked his cock. Mark let Carrie tie his wrist to the arm of the chair with a thong. He was amused as she tied the other one. Cathy got off, gave him one last stroke, a lingering kiss and a wink and was gone. Carrie poured another glass of champagne, tilted it at mark's lips and he drank. She poured two more glasses and gave one to Cathy. They wrapped arms holding the glasses around and back to their mouths and drank together, black against white, eye to eye. "Well, Mark, I bet that in the shower you had fantasies of the three of us all tangled together between the sheets, as they say. I know I did. How about you?" she directed at Cathy. "Oh yeah. Up, down and all around." She was rubbing her breasts. "And maybe later we'll let you join us. Maybe we'll let you lick one of us while the other is riding your cock. If you're good, that is." "Not fair! Give me at least one hand!" "Ah, ah, ah." Carrie wagged a finger. "I don't want you spillin' a drop. I don't want you wastin' any of that precious cum too soon." Cathy went to Carrie, put an arm around her back, caressed her breasts and said, "Carrie's right. Wouldn't you like to see that pearly white cum on my deep dark breasts? Wouldn't you like to see Carrie lick it up from my chocolate tits with her pink little tongue?" She leaned over and took one of Carrie's nipples in her mouth and Carrie moaned. Mark's cock was throbbing. "Ohhh, man." Carrie and Cathy kissed, lingering, soft then hard, tongues and moans, their hands roaming soft flesh. Carrie lay on her back and Cathy closed over her, kissing her way to Carrie's lips. A surge of memory and emotion flooded Carrie as she lay on her back returning Cathy's kiss. Soft lips, female flesh, it had been so long she almost forgot how glorious it was. So different from a man. Cathy licked and kissed and nibbled her way down Carrie's body. Fluttering hands and nails, evading and avoiding, teasing and taunting, working her way down. The silky black hair lightly following the mouth. Carrie spread her legs and Cathy was finally there, a cat's tongue flicking at her, opening her. Carrie looked at Mark, his eyes blazing with lust, she smiled and closed her eyes and gave herself to Cathy. Cathy was as wet as she had ever been. Being with Carrie and Mark was incredible and she wanted to give them as much pleasure as she possibly could. She nibbled and licked, softer then harder. She heard Carrie's moans and remembered their times together with such loving intensity that it shocked her. Carrie swiveled her hips, she reached down for one of Cathy's hands and pulled to her breast and Cathy pinched and kneaded. Cathy put fingers in her and she moaned and said aye and Mark watched her arch and come by a woman's hand and mouth. Cathy kissed her way up Carrie's body and Carrie pulled her to her and kissed her tenderly then hard. Full of joy, Carrie rolled her over and Mark watched her kiss and lick her way down until she was poised at Cathy's pussy. Carrie looked at Mark, pushed Cathy's leg wide and toward Mark and went down on her and heard Mark moan and say quietly, "Fuck, that is so fucking hot." Carrie loved her taste and texture and she nibbled and chewed and fingered and bit and pulled and felt Cathy tense and heard her cry out and release and relax. While Cathy's breathing slowed Carrie got out of bed, went over to mark and kissed him and he tasted Cathy on her lips and tongue. He tried to lift his hips and rub his cock against her but she smiled and stepped away and he laughed and moaned. Carrie went to her suitcase and removed her strapon and shimmed into it and tightened the straps. Cathy's eyes widened and she said, "No way." Carrie smiled and climbed back on the bed. She lay next to Cathy on the side away from Mark and kissed her and fingered her and finally rolled on top of her. Cathy moaned when Carrie knelt between her legs and ran her cock up and down her slit. Carrie wormed the head in and, looking Cathy in the eyes, slammed home. Cathy screamed in pleasure and said, "Yes" and grunted and moaned and Carrie fucked her hard. Carrie was rough and mauled her breasts and bit her neck, all the while thrusting and pumping her cock into Cathy's cunt. Cathy pinched Carrie's nipples and she cried out and Cathy pulled her head down and kissed her. Carrie fucked her and Cathy grabbed Carrie's ass and pulled it to her and her feet planted on the bed she raised her hips and rolled her head to the side and let out a deep, guttural moan. Their panting slowed. Carrie tossed her hair back and disengaged. She was excited, revved up, turned on to be putting on a show for Mark. She looked at him and his cock was hard, leaking pre-cum. He mouthed, "Wow," to her and she blew him a kiss. She took off the strapon and laid it on Cathy's stomach. "So that's how it is, huh? You want it good and rough." She was smiling. Cathy wriggled into the strapon and as she was adjusting the straps Carrie sat on her face and said, "Eat me, bitch." Cathy held her white ass in her black hands and Carrie ground on her face. Carrie closed her eyes and her head fell back, lost in lust. She squealed and laughed when Cathy knocked her off and she fell on her back and grunted as Cathy slammed her cock deep inside of her. Cathy was crazy with lust and started slow, but quickly built and fucked her hard. Carrie threw her legs back and begged for it harder. Cathy pulled out, pushed Carrie to her knees and entered her from behind. She grabbed Carries hips and slapped and slammed into her as hard as she could, over and over and over and over, their breasts swaying and snapping and hair flying. Carrie grunted with each thrust and she lowered her head on the bed but Cathy grabbed a fistful of thick red hair and pulled it back. Carrie's head snapped up, her back arched and she rasped, "Aye, fuck me." More brutal thrusts and Carrie screamed and went vertical and threw an arm back around Cathy's neck and Cathy hugged her while she convulsed in bliss. Cathy laid her down gently and heard Mark say, "Damn." They lay on the bed and a few minutes passed. Carrie had her arm over her eyes and said, "Jesus, Joseph and Mary! Where'd you learn to throw a fuck like that?" Singsong, "Yeah, oh yeah, I got it, I gave it, you took it, I shook it..." Carrie groaned and said "Shut up." They laughed and Mark said, "Hey, what about me?" Carrie said, "Oh yeah, I forgot." "Ha ha. Now let me loose." "What do you think, Cathy, has he been a good boy?" They lay on the bed looking at Mark, caressing each other. "I don't know...he leaked some of that cum we wanted him to save." "Jesus! You're lucky I didn't come and spray you two." Cathy looked at Carrie and said, "He can shoot that far?" "Family trait, I'm told." "Shut the fuck up and let me loose already, "Mark laughed. "Well..." Carrie and Cathy each untied a wrist and led him to the bed where they made love and fucked in all the permutations they could think of late at night at Carnival. Mark woke first and the women a few seconds, a minute later. "I had the best dream last night," Mark said. "Mmm, and what might that be?" Carrie cooed. "I was with these two beautiful women and we were all having a great time dancing and laughing and drinking, then we went back to my hotel room and got undressed," he paused. "And?" Cathy said. "And we got naked and were all kissing and caressing and the TV was on and my numbers came up and I won three hundred million in the lottery!" "Bad!" "Nah!" Carrie and Cathy beat him with pillows and they laughed, got entangled, got quiet, got busy and got satisfied. The room smelled of sex and sweat and they all agreed they loved it but the hot shower did feel great. The day was a repeat of the previous, with Carrie and Cathy wearing more revealing clothes. Walking, eating, people, parades and festivities. The evening street party then back to the hotel. Mark was fucking Cathy, her dark skin in stark contrast to his. Cathy swooned and moaned at the sensation of his cock plowing in and out of her wet cunt. He felt a familiar pressure at his rear and changed to a slow grind. He kissed Cathy, tongues swirling and moaned into her mouth when Carrie pressed home, breaking the seal of his ass and fucking him with her strapon. Cathy moaned when she realized Mark was getting fucked and said, "Fuck, that's hot as shit." Mark was filled with love and lust. The pleasure was extreme, the sensations in his ass, Cathy's hot cunt surrounding his cock. He grunted and moaned in rhythm to Carrie's thrusts. Cathy was grinding her hips and shouted and came at the same time as Mark and she loved the strong pulse of his cock and jets of his cum deep inside of her. Mark slumped on Cathy and Carrie on Mark. They lay there for brief moments until Cathy said, "Uh, hard to breath down here." Carrie rolled to one side, mark to the other. Cathy said, "A strapon, huh? That is so fucking hot!" "He likes it. Don't you, Mark?" "I'll have to admit it's grown on me." "Have you tried a real one yet?" Mark looked over at Carrie. "Are you two in on this together?" "In on what?" Cathy said. "Nothing. And the answer is no, I have not." "Ooh, you'd love it. It's totally different and way fucking better." "I keep tellin' him that," laughed Carrie. "And watching two studs sucking and fucking each other is...is...god, it turns me on." "Yeah, yeah," Mark said and used his hands and mouth to create a distraction and the three of them made loved and fucked until they were exhausted. The following day was another repeat of the previous two, with Carrie and Cathy wearing even more revealing clothes and getting even more appreciative looks and comments by people. More walking, eating, people, parades and festivities. The evening street party then back to the hotel. Cathy looked down at Mark and ground and swiveled her hips, looked over at Carrie sitting in a chair, legs spread, pinching her nipples and rubbing her hairless pussy. Mark looked up a Cathy, her dark eyes alive with passion. He felt the thick familiar pressure there then gone as she fucked his ass. Cathy leaned down and kissed him, fucked him, ground and ground and moaned with Mark as she came. Cathy rose up, and gave him long, deep strokes while she jacked his cock. She fucked him and jacked him until he roared and arched and came. Carrie came over and licked Mark's cum off his stomach and chest and then kissed Cathy. Mark looked at his wife and lover above him, kissing, and felt his heart overflow with love for Carrie. They lay on the bed, limbs tangled, caressing one another. "I never want to leave," Cathy said. "This has been an amazing few days. I love you two." Mark nodded and Carrie said, "It has. I can't tell you how much it's meant to me Cathy. To us. Truly." Mark nodded and squeezed Cathy's hand. "Hey! Can I come live with you? I'll do all the chores and you can take payment out in trade." "Works for me," Mark said and Carrie poked him. "Well, you certainly have an open invitation to visit any time you want. And," Carrie kneeled on the bed, "you both have my official blessin'," she made royal gestures of anointment, "to do the nasty with each other with or without my presence so shall it be forevermore." She noticed Mark was hard so flopped on the bed and pulled him on top of and into her and pulled on Carrie to straddle her face and they further explored permutations of threesomes far into the night. The next day they said reluctant goodbyes and vowed to keep in touch and visit. Mark and Carrie both gave Cathy a warm and loving kiss and hug and Cathy returned it in kind. As the plane lifted off to return them to their beautiful home in Sausalito overlooking the bay, Carrie hooked her arm in Mark's and lay her head on his shoulder. After a few minutes she said, "So, what did you think of Cathy?" ********** Thank you for taking the time to read the latest chapter of Mark and Carrie's story, I hope you enjoyed it. Writers love feedback so please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. A Good Marriage Ch. 10 Chapter 10 -- Fulfillment Please feel free to read the earlier chapters at no extra charge. In fact, you'll find reading the chapters in sequence adds context and depth as the story unfolds. Otherwise, feel free to find the juicy bits and wank. And so, despite a fifty percent divorce rate, rest assured that in a world where it's safe to have unprotected sex, there is such a thing as...a good marriage. ********** Mark and Carrie said reluctant goodbyes to Cathy at the end of Carnival in Rio. As the plane lifted off to began their trip back to their beautiful home in Sausalito overlooking the bay, Carrie hooked her arm in Mark's and lay her head on his shoulder. As the plane gained altitude and leveled out she said, "So, what did you think of Cathy?" He smiled. "She's fantastic." "She is. You enjoyed us, I can tell." Mark spoke softly so other passengers wouldn't hear. "What's not to enjoy about having two beautiful women sucking and fucking me." "I'm sorry, Mark." "What for? It was great." "No, for me weakness. It's not fair." Mark was quiet. There was nothing to say. "I mean, I know we had a conversation early on about me high need." "You did tell me you wanted it everyday, that it was important to you. But I guess...I don't know..." Mark shrugged. "Aye. To me sex has always just been sex. Fantastic feelin' and great fun but...just that. But with you it's been so much more. It's amazin'. Big love has really opened me eyes. And I hate that I can't be satisfied with less than...what I need. So what I'm sayin', Mark, is that I'm sorry. I feel guilty about it and that's part of why I pushed Cathy on you. But it was down in the bar while you two were upstairs that I understood a fraction of what you must have felt the few times I've...gone out." Mark was quiet for a few seconds, thirty, a minute. "It's been hard. I don't think most people would understand." Carrie nodded, a tear formed, swelled and spilled down her cheek and she swept it away. "But, so far, in the end, everything else is outweighed by my love for you and wanting you in my life forever. I'd prefer it different, but..." "So I'll try harder, Mark. Really, I will." He nodded. "I never want to lose you, Mark." She squeezed his arm. "Me either." He kissed her forehead and got a small smile in return. The flight attendant arrived, asked their preference of beverages, provided them and moved on. "Sooo, how are you seein' me, after our adventures with Cathy?" "What do you mean?" "You know, me kissin' a woman and eatin' pussy. One thing for me to tell you, another to see me do it." "Nothing bad, if that's what you think. I still think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I love you with all my heart." "Ahem." "With a killer bod." "Ahem." "And a hot ass." "Ahem," sterner. "And freckled tits." "Hey!" She poked him. "Oh yeah, I love you for your brains too." "That's better," Carrie said primly and settled back in her seat. "But it was very exciting seeing you two together. Smoking hot. I'm getting hard just thinking about it." "Ooh, be a shame to let that one get away. Maybe I should ask the flight attendant for a blanket." Mark smiled. "I agree. It was excitin'." "I'd do it again." "Really?" "Sure. I mean, with Cathy. I'm not interested in a swinging lifestyle, or an open marriage. Well, outside of..." "Which I'm goin' to work harder on," Carrie interjected. "And me either. But I know what you mean. I'd do it again with Cathy, too. But it kind of raises a question in me mind, it does." "What's that?" "Well, don't take this the wrong way, 'cause I'm not out to hurt your feelin's, but I enjoyed bein' with Cathy too. It's so much different than bein' with a man, with you. It's a whole other realm of pleasure, it is." "Uh huh..." "And I want you to experience the full realm of pleasure, like me. I want you to be happy and fulfilled and to experience it at least once." "Okay, so exactly what are you talking about?" "Would you consider bein' with a man? So you could experience the full realm of pleasure? I'd be there, of course, if you wanted." Mark sighed. "I thought so. I love you dearly, Carrie, but I just don't lean that way." "I didn't think I did either until I got seduced." "Really?" "Mmm hmm." "Hmmph." "And you can't deny you like me strapon." "Mmm hmm." "And I know our talkin' durin' sex horns us up even more." "Yeah, but that's just talk." "Are you tellin' me that after all our talkin' you never thought about it, never wondered even once what it would be like?" "Of course not, with all that how could I not wonder. I just don't feel a need to find out." "What if it would be as wonderful as bein' with Cathy. What if it was that awesome, just different. You know?" "I don't need to get urinated on to know I wouldn't like that." "Oh, quit lettin' on, completely different and you know it. You like me to strap it to you, nothin' wrong about that. Just take it to the next level. You'd love it." "Why would you even want me to?" "Because it's grand, it's gratifyin'. I'm not tryin' to force you to do anythin', Mark, I just want you to experience what I have. I mean, I didn't know how good it could be with a woman until that first time. It was amazin'. So maybe you'd feel the same as I did, is all." "Hmmph." "Just think about it, darlin." Carrie patted Mark's knee. "Well, I do admit that you've shown me the ins and outs of pleasure back there," Carrie groaned and rolled her eyes, "and it is hot when you use the strapon, but part of it for me is that it's you, watching you give and get pleasure that way. And then with Cathy, it was that female form that was part of the turn on for me. Sooo, don't hold your breath." Carrie stuck her tongue out at Mark and faked a pout. He smiled. Arriving home in the early evening, Mark and Carrie tossed their luggage on the floor, stripped and left a trail of clothes to the wine rack and out the door to the hot tub. They sipped wine and stared at the sparking water in the distance. They made love in the hot tub, scrounged a light meal and, after watching a mindless comedy on the television went to bed and fell into a deep, sound sleep. Life quickly settled back into a routine of sorts. Carrie wrote wherever it suited, often on the back deck overlooking the bay in the distance. Mark mostly worked in his office since he liked using a large monitor. They'd intersect and make love, seek each other out and fuck. And they both tried, hard. In the many months that followed their trip to Rio for Carnival Carrie hadn't resorted to going out for awhile, hadn't called another man to meet and fuck. But it was a struggle for her at times. Especially one desperate stretch after almost a week of Mark's lack of interest, after she was almost insane with need, when she was only minutes away from giving in and picking up the phone Mark approached her, hugged her from behind and nuzzled her neck. She felt his hard cock in the crease of her ass and wept with joy and relief when he took her to the bedroom and fucked her hard on their marital bed. Afterward, she tearfully asked mark if it had been a test and he hugged her and cradled her and told her he didn't know why he was in a slump, maybe because he was stressed about work, but that he would never play such games with her. He appreciated her and loved her even more for trying so hard. He promised to do better himself. But the intensity of her lovemaking after such a stretch was not lost on Mark. And Mark and Carrie's life went on; working, loving, traveling. They talked of their time with Cathy in Rio to enhance their arousal. They talked of Carrie's old partners, her many past lovers, to spice up their sex. They explored light bondage, mild s-and-m, costumes and role play, and other mutually satisfying escapades that she recalled. When they watched television Carrie would mention if she had fucked that actor or rocker or athlete, telling Mark if he had a small dick, liked to wear lingerie or, in the case of a prominent politician, liked to be queened and have his balls smacked about. Surprisingly, Mark found her commentary interesting and not threatening. They lay in bed one night, Mark on his back, Carrie snuggled against him, his arm around her. She stroked his hard cock, thick and long. "Mmm, my perfect cock." She scooped pre-cum from the head and said, "I'm not sharin' tonight," and licked her finger. "Feels good, baby." She stroked him and massaged his balls. "So Mark, have you been thinkin' on it?" "Thinking on what?" His eyes were closed, he enjoyed her light touch. "Oh, you know." She dragged her nails along his length and he moaned. "About branchin' out and enjoyin' more pleasure," she trilled. Mark smiled. "Yeah, I've thought about it," he said and she squealed when he rolled over her so that she was on her back looking up at him propped on his elbow at her side. Carrie said, "Ooh," and flinched when Mark lightly spanked her pussy. She spread her legs for him and he stroked and fingered and slapped and pulled her as he talked. "So you'd like me to take a big hard cock, huh?" Carrie nodded and squirmed under his touch. "You'd like see me open my mouth and close my lips around a man's thick cock, see it disappear in my mouth. You want to see me bob and stroke and hear him moan and grab my hair and come in my mouth." Carrie's eyes blazed at his words and she moaned. "Well, dear, I do wonder what that would be like after all your talk. I do wonder what it would be like to have a real cock throbbing in my mouth. Hard, hot flesh. To look up and see a man's body while he comes in my mouth and I taste his cum and share it with you." Carrie moaned as he worked her down there. "I wonder what it would feel like to take his soft cock in my mouth until he gets hard and then lay on my back with my legs spread wide and high and guide his cock to my ass, to feel him over me, feel him split me and bury his cock in me, to feel his thick cock fucking me." Carrie squirmed and moaned. "To feel him slam into me over and over until my world is that pressure and I feel him thrust and pump and surge and cum deep in my ass. You'd like that wouldn't you?" "God, yes," Carrie rasped. "You'd like to see me fuck Cathy again, wouldn't you" She nodded and he had four fingers writhing in her cunt while his thumb massaged her clit and she moaned. "I'm not saying this to hurt you or make you feel bad, I never want to do that, but I liked fucking Cathy. I enjoyed it. Immensely. She has the sweetest little pussy. Not as sweet as yours, but still." Carrie moaned. Mark rolled on top of Carrie and entered her with a practiced move and ground against her. She held his head and kissed him desperately while he fucked her. "Maybe I'll tie you to a chair and you can watch me fuck Cathy. You can watch me and Cathy fuck. Her dark skin against my light skin, all slippery with sweat, making love, hour after hour. Would you like that? I'll make it happen if you want. I'll fuck Cathy's tight pussy again and you can watch if you want me to." Carried moaned and Mark ground against her. "Maybe I'll tie you to a chair at the side of the bed while I fuck Cathy and maybe I'll tip the chair over and she'll sit on your face while I fuck her from behind and you can't do anything about it." Mark fucked and ground against Carrie and she moaned. "Or maybe you'll watch me fuck Cathy while we suck and share a man's cock and cum." Carrie moaned and mewled and Mark watched her climb toward her release. "Maybe you'll watch while I fuck Cathy and suck a handsome man's cock until he gets behind me and," Mark snapped his hips and said, "fucks my ass hard and makes me come," and she arched and tensed and cried out and went limp. Mark rolled to the side and Carrie put her arm over her eyes. "Oh my god, Mark. Oh, jaysus." Mark smiled. Her breathing slowed. "Whew, that was good. It's been awhile since you did the talkin'. You should do it more. Oh my god." "Glad you enjoyed." Carrie rested for another minute then rolled to her side, faced Mark, her eyes gleaming, a broad smile and said, "So. Sounds like you're up for it then, right?" Mark smiled. "Nah, that was for you." "What!" "Oh, I've thought about it, but decided it isn't for me." "But..." "Fun fantasy though, wasn't it?" "You bloody arse!" she laughed and punched him on the arm. "You can still use the strapon, though." "Ugh. You really had me goin' there." Carried rolled on top of Mark, kissed him, took him inside of her and made him come. In the morning Mark and Carrie sat on their deck in their house in Sausalito overlooking the bay, drinking coffee and reading the paper. Carrie looked at Mark out of the corner of her eye. He noticed and said, "What?" "Nothin'," she sighed. "Nothing?" Mark smiled. "Mmm. You really won't?" "Won't what, dear?" "Oh, quit. You know bloody well know what I mean, be with a man." "Oh, that. Well, I've been through enough to never say never, but, no, don't feel the urge." Carrie sighed. "But you'd enjoy it, I'm positive." She tilted her head and practically whined. Mark laughed, put a hand on hers and said, "Maybe, and I appreciate you wanting me to experience pleasure that way, I do, but...I respectfully decline the nomination." Carrie laughed. "Okay, okay, but your loss." Mark smiled, scooped her up, said, "Not as long as I have you," and carried her to the bedroom where, to her delight, he showed her what he meant. And so they lived their life. Working, traveling making love and fucking. Carrie brought up the idea of Mark enjoying a man time and again and he let her have her fun. When they were out and about she'd point to a fit, handsome man and say things like, "Ooh, look at him, darlin', I bet he's packin' almost as much as you. Think how much fun it would be to have his hot cock between your lips. We should go talk to him and see if he's up for fuckin' your sweet ass, we should." And mark would respond with things like, "He's okay, but look at that woman over there. I bet she'd love for you to sit on her face while I fuck her ass." Carrie would elbow him, they'd laugh and hug and go about their day. Cathy visited for a glorious week after Carnival. And a few times on Mark and Carrie's travels to places exotic and mundane they took another woman into their bed, they fucked other women together. And as Carrie never mentioned reciprocity, never said tit for tat, never said she licked pussy so he should suck cock, Mark figured it was her way of saying she was sorry, of evening the score in a manner of speaking, letting mark fuck a few other women. Carrie was not threatened and enjoyed these diversions, loved giving Mark such pleasurable experiences, reveled in the occasional caress of soft female flesh. Neither wanted to open that door wider and kept such occasions few and far between. At home they surprised themselves. During Mark's dry spells, as they called them, the times when he wasn't interested in sex, Carrie took to massaging him a day or two after no sex. Often as not mark would respond and she'd ride him to their pleasure. Otherwise, she'd grind against his leg and find her release, which they both thought was arousing. And Mark was truthful; he would never withhold sex as a test of Carrie's efforts. But he was not above extending his dry spells an extra day or two, watching Carrie's increasing lust and mounting need and finally taking her and the sex was desperate and savage and ferocious and wholly satisfying. In time, Carrie came to suspect what Mark was doing and a part of her even looked forward to what she thought of as a form of denial play. She certainly couldn't complain about the results. With such accommodations both were relieved that her stable of men became a thing of the past. And so, as they sat in their hot tub one evening, naked, sipping wine, Mark's arm around his soulmate, her hand on his cock, looking at the bay sparkling in the moonlight, their thoughts turned inward. Carrie was happy. She was glad they had found an equilibrium, a balance for her needs. She was occasionally caught off guard and wept at the pain she must have caused Mark with her insistence on daily sex and the few times she went out for awhile. Sex had been sex, though so much better with Mark, but she hadn't a feel for what he must have gone through until she gave him Cathy and sat alone at the bar drinking champagne while they were upstairs. Something had changed within Carrie after that. She still needed, craved, daily sex but her will was stronger now, bolstered by her love for Mark, by his love and sacrifice. She was glad she didn't need other men to satisfy her need. She wished Mark would try a man, because she knew he'd enjoy it, but would bide her time, it was his choice. Still, they had silly fun talking about it. But for the life of her, Carrie had no complaints; she had her beloved Mark, after all. Carrie sipped her wine, looked at Mark, his classically handsome features, his toned physique, the chest hair she loved, squeezed his cock and smiled. Mark was happy. He was glad they had found stability, a steady and predictable tide. He was glad Carrie didn't need other men to satisfy her craving, relieved they had somehow worked it out after all. Would he have continued letting Carrie fuck a stable of men? He didn't know, couldn't say for sure one way or the other. Sometimes he thought that if fucking her stable of men was the price to pay for spending his life with the most beautiful and interesting and captivating woman he had ever met, well, in that context, from that perspective, he couldn't really say it was too high of a price at all. Yet he was deeply grateful it no longer confronted them. Mark thought that if someone had told him ten years ago that he would be married to a wildly successful romantica author and former runway model he would have thought them daft. Crazier still if they had told him his wife would open sexual doors and wonders and that they would lead the life they were leading. But for the life of him, Mark couldn't complain because he had his beloved Carrie. Mark looked at Carrie, her thick, straight red hair falling just below her shoulders, glowing in the moonlight, her gorgeous face, sprinkled with freckles that dusted her perfect breasts. He leaned over, kissed her, clinked her glass in a silent toast. And as he put their glasses down and pulled Carrie onto his lap, as she sighed and moaned and took his perfect cock deep inside of her, Mark thought that all in all, he had to admit, it was...a good marriage. ********** And thus concludes the tale of Mark and Carrie's good marriage. I hope you enjoyed their story. Writers love feedback so please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it.