7 comments/ 11838 views/ 13 favorites John and Jill Ch. 03 By: jdcentury Chapter 3 – Implosion To the people who had been reading this, I apologize for the break in chapters. Due to personal illness, a death in the immediate family and the holidays I lost my way for a while. Personal depression is no excuse and I will try to get the rest of the chapters out in a timely manner. Thank you for your patience JDC. I suggest you read chapters 1 and 2 to get the background you need for this story. ***** John finished his one self-allowed beer and went into the house to dispose of the bottle. He heard Jill coming down the stairs and emitted an exasperated sigh. John wondered to himself if Jill actually married him because she loved him or it was just a ' fuck you' to her old man. John had 15 years in his enjoyable journey through life until six months ago. Things were going very well in their marriage until something flipped a switch six months ago. Their marriage got off to a kind of rocky start when, for whatever reason, Jillian's birth control failed and she became pregnant two months into their marriage. To say Jillian was unhappy was an understatement. Of course they also had to listen to her parents bemoaning the fact that she was already pregnant that early in the relationship. John was ecstatic. Luckily, her pregnancy ran through the spring and she gave birth during the summer break. John secured childcare for the infant with a young neighbor woman who was a new mother herself, but a stay-at-home mom. She gladly took in the infant Trainor, which was a blessing for John and Jill. They settled into their new house together with Jillian, using what she was learning in interior design to lavishly decorate their humble home. The furniture John accumulated over the years was quality, but cost them nothing. John would take throwaways from other people and fix what was broken in his very artistic way. John was happier than he ever been in his life. He loved Jill with all his heart and felt he was the luckiest man on the earth. The only devastation happened six-months into their marriage during Jill's pregnancy when John's beloved grandfather, Enis, died unexpectedly. John was visiting Enis at his house and they were having a normal conversation: Enis stood up to say something and just dropped dead. John performed CPR on him, but by the time the paramedics arrived it was too late. John was devastated and morose for four to five months after until the baby was born. The birth of his son John Junior, JJ, forcefully removed John from his depression. To say Jill had postpartum depression would be an understatement. John was forced to endure three months of pure hell. John fit significantly into his role of father. Nocturnal feedings, diaper changes, and dressing JJ was considered a privilege by John and torture by Jill. John was so proud of his son, but always had a slight undertow of remorse that Enis never got to meet his great grandchild. John never complained about Jill's actions during that time. When Jillian wanted to spend a month with her mother a couple months after the birth, John felt it would be good for her. Although he was lonely when she took JJ with her and left him alone at the house, John immersed himself into his latest foray into his favorite woodworking hobby – carving. Ever the studious woodworker, John got several books and sought the mentorship of several old woodworker friends of his grandfather. It didn't surprise those men when John displayed an innate mastery of the task. He carved several small religious statuettes that he sold at a local craft show. John continued through the years to build furniture and carve. Word-of-mouth allowed John many side jobs for prominent people in the area who wanted custom furniture built. John loved what he was doing and actually wanted to do it for a living, but Jillian vehemently opposed that idea. "You can't make a living breathing in sawdust, and you've got a wife and child to support, " Jillian would say whenever he would bring up the subject. JJ followed his father around like a lost puppy dog. John couldn't go to the local Home Depot or hardware store without taking JJ with him. During this time Jill was a wonderful wife and a great mother. One thing that didn't suffer in their continued years of marriage was their sex life. Jillian, who went to work as an executive assistant at an insurance agency, would often come home and initiate sessions of rampant exciting sex between her and John. They averaged three to four times a week, with some sessions expanding into two to three times in the evening. Unlike most men, John's sex life was better than he could hope for. During the early years of their marriage, John's good friend Mac was in Chicago making her name in the art world. She had several successful showings and sold a large of paintings for a pretty decent living. However, she chose to come back to live in Fullmer. Her parents converted an old sunroom to a painting studio for her and she lived with them to help care for her ailing father. Through osmosis, or shared familiarity, Mac and Jill developed a strong friendship. It wasn't uncommon for Jill and Mac to meet two to three times a week for lunch. John continued to prosper in his job at the factory. He developed a reputation as the go to guy for mechanical problems that were occurring on the factory floor. He could usually anticipate what he was going to need to fix a given problem within two minutes of examination. John never failed to take overtime or to do more than was asked of him. It didn't go unnoticed by supervisors and Mr. Simmons as well. Hank Hanover, director of engineering, was retiring after 30-years of service and recommended John as his replacement. Although he was younger, with less seniority than over half the engineering department, some with college degrees, John got the promotion with a large increase in salary. The other men in the department could bitch, but they couldn't deny that the position was tailor-made for John. The first thing he did was to go to bat ordering more of the replacement parts they needed for the common machines that went to fix regular wear and tear. Hardy Simmons, CFO and the owner's son was college-educated without practical knowledge of the manufacturing process and what John's dad George called a bean counter. He only looked at the next quarter and the bottom line. John had Mr. Simmons' ear and convinced him that he lost more in down time when every replacement part had to be ordered and waited on to fix machines. The other thing that John realized early on in his new position was that preventive maintenance was a necessity to keep things running efficiently 24 hours a day. Hank was old-school, using the age-old philosophy, 'if it ain't broke don't fix it'. It became John's mission in life at the factory to prevent the breakdown before it happened. He had monthly meetings with the rest of the directors, the owner, and the CFO. He explained that regular maintenance would prevent breakdowns but it wasn't cost-effective to do it during the day. He devised a plan of machine shutdowns on the third shift, which meant that the engineering department would have to switch to that shift to do the shutdowns and preventive maintenance. Again, Hardy Simmons fought this tooth and nail because of what it would cost in shift differential. John was ready for this by having spreadsheets showing the difference in salaries from down time on dayshift and the costs from loss of production and that it would make no difference in overall employee salary differential outlay. John proposed that one senior engineering person be allotted to each shift for unexpected emergencies and the rest of the engineering staff work third shift. Mr. Simmons was not unaware that John had a great idea and that they could expect an increase in productivity annually if they went with his proposal. John's idea was accepted with a only small revolt in engineering eliminated by pointing out the shift seniority positions and seniority staff receiving the choice weekly schedules and pay differential. George told John he was crazy for making himself work third shift, but John wasn't concerned. It became a win-win for John and Jill because it meant less outside babysitting her JJ. John would work his four 12 hour night shifts and spend his three days off in quality time with his family. John will get home before Jill went to work and didn't need to leave until after she was home. He would have dinner ready for her and JJ and this was their life or several years. They made this work extremely well for them and gave Jillian a chance to work a sideline as an interior design consultant. John used some of Enis' trust money to set up Jillian in her side business; Visions by Jillian. It didn't make much money and John paid for stationery, business cards, and limited advertising. Not being densely populated, Fullmer was not a hotbed of need for her side business. Jillian's success was very limited, unlike John's, which made him a few extra thousand dollars a year. This frustrated Jillian, although she barely let on that she was upset. During these years John became quietly frustrated with the fact that Jillian didn't become pregnant. Their sex life was fantastic as far as John cared. He rarely failed to have sex as often as he wanted it and he never failed to keep Jill in orgasmic fulfillment. He always considered himself lucky to have the married life of his dreams except for the lack of more children. To this end he doted on JJ and concentrated on raising him as properly as possible. This instilment of values caused a rather tense few moments around the Trainor household. The few times that JJ was allowed to go unaccompanied to the Sinclair home in Culver caused the rift between John Trainor and Boston Sinclair to widen. JJ would always come home angry and say he didn't want to go back to his grandparent's house. When questioned as to why by Jillian, JJ would explain that his grandfather constantly badmouthed John. This incensed John, although it had little effect in changing JJ's admiration and love for his father. John had finally had enough of this one time and called Boston Sinclair on the phone. "Sinclair here." "Boston this is John and I need to talk to you." "Spit it out Trainor, I'm a busy man." "I'll be short and sweet Boston (Boston Sinclair hated to be called by his first name, especially by John and John knew this.) If you have something to say to me or about me have the balls to say to my face and not in front of my son." Sinclair didn't even have the respect to try to lie or deny it, just saying, "I'm not saying anything that isn't true and you know it Trainor, my daughter married beneath herself." "I'm giving your daughter a good life in a good home and just because it is not to your snooty standards doesn't mean it isn't happy." "Happy is your word, my daughter might have a different opinion." "Well, Boston, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree, but if you ever want to see your grandson again I suggest you tone down your rhetoric." "Listen to me Trainor, you motherfucker, I'll see my grandson a damn time I well please. You can't stop me." John hung up on him with that and John told Jill that JJ would be making no more trips alone to her parents house. This caused a big argument between the two and Jill refused to speak to John for almost two weeks. Finally, JJ finally broke the tension by looking at Jillian one evening and saying: "Mom, you shouldn't stop talking to dad just because grandpa is being a dickhead." "John Trainor Jr., on not have you talking that way." "It's the truth mom. If you were there and listened to the way grandpa talks about dad, you wouldn't stand for it, I'll guarantee it." "Your mother's right JJ, if you talk about your grandfather like that, you end up being no better than he is. We've taught you better manners than that." That night Jillian came to bed and showered John with the best makeup sex of their marriage. John continued to do well at the factory and on his side business of building furniture for other people. John's entire house was a showcase for some of the best repurposed and repaired high-end furniture in the area. Anyone throwing out old or damaged furniture always got in the habit of calling John Trainor first. He would haul away their furniture and repair or refinish it so that it looked brand-new. What John didn't feel worth repairing he took to Goodwill. He often gave pieces of good furniture he repaired to friends and family. John's reputation in the Fullmer area was well respected. The years rolled by and life was prosperous for the Trainor's. Although not rich by any stretch of the imagination, they lived a comfortable home life. They got to travel some to places they felt like seeing and their summers were like a large history lesson for JJ because they traveled all over the country. The next problem came when Boston Sinclair decided that JJ should go to Culver Preparatory Academy, a K – 12 private school, as his two sons and Jillian had. This had the option of being a resident school with a boarding program. John was having none of this even though Boston Sinclair proclaimed he would pay for the whole $35,000 annual tuition and expenses. He said that JJ was not gaining the type of quality education that a grandson of his deserved. John just pointed to Boston's two now divorced sons and said, "Yeah it's worked out real well for your sons." They were in Boston's study at the time and he looked at John and said, "Listen to me you son of a bitch, don't you dare to criticize me or my family." "I went to public school and Fullmer and did fine. My brother did fine there and went on to college and has a great business in electronics now. So he'll stay where he is. And yes it is true that my mom was a bitch, but if you make a habit of pointing it out to me one more time, I'll knock you on your ass you old bastard." Boston reacted to this by picking up an urn and throwing it against the open bookcase, shattering it. It seemed that every time John visited the study the old man broke something. John couldn't have cared less; he was he was not impressed by temper tantrums. ************ On the way home in the car Jillian looked over at John and said, "I don't know why every time you see my father you have to get into an argument with him." "I only argue with your father when he tries to stick his nose into our families' business. I'm not sending my son to a snooty school just so he has status to suit your father." "John it's affluent not snooty and I went there and got a good education. Daddy's is only looking out or JJ's future. And he's willing to pay for it so why not take advantage of it." "My son is not leaving our home to live at some 'affluent academy' to please your father. I think if you'd ask JJ he wouldn't want to go either. Besides, I don't want him away from us that long. We're a family dammit, and were going to stay one. And I don't want to hear anything more about it. End of discussion." There was no sex that night in the Trainor household. And it was cold for the next week. JJ again fixed things when he said the Jillian at dinner the following Friday, "Mom I really don't want to go to some dusty old private school over in Culver. All my friends are here and I don't want to be away from you and Dad that long anyway." "Did your father talk to you about this JJ?" "No mom, grandpa has about a zillion times every time he's around me. I really don't want to go there. Do I have to?" John spoke up and said, "No JJ you don't. You can stay here with us like a regular family and go to school here with your friends. All we expect you to do is apply yourself and do your schoolwork to the best of your ability." This got John an angry look from Jill, but he was unfazed "Your grandfather needs to learn that this is our family and your mother and I make the decisions about your future and you're not without input either. After all it's your future, not anybody else's. I know you're going to do well for yourself son and your mother and I support you all the way." ************ During this entire time of family growth and dynamics Jillian's friendship with Mac had blossomed. Mac often called Jillian to go to lunch with her while she wasn't at some out of town gallery showing of her work. Mac somewhat surprised Jillian by telling her that John should be more supportive of Jillian's fledgling business venture. Jill quickly pointed out to her that John had given her seed money and paid for a lot of her advertising and business supplies with his money. "But does he really get behind you and support you? John's got a lot of contacts and should be out there beating the bushes for you. He builds furniture for Christ's sake; that falls right in with your interior design business." Jillian was bombarded with this rhetoric weekly and coupled with her father's constant putdowns of John in reference to JJ's education; Jill began to feel she was being cheated in some way. She began to slowly feel condescending toward John's vision for the family. This slowly boiled in Jill over the last couple of years of their marriage. ************ This all came to a head and started a downward spiral in Johns and Jill's relationship in the last sixmonths. Jill began to constantly snipe at John and gave way to actually hateful, condescending treatment of him. John was at a loss about what to do to correct it. Enis' warnings to John were finally coming to fruition. He approached Jillian and asked her what the problem was several times and she always 'humphed' it off saying, "I don't have a problem, you must be imagining things." This was very important to John; enough that he had included it as a line in their wedding vows that neither spouse would ever fail to talk about what was bothering them. This disrespect also seeped into the bedroom and John had failed to have sex in sixmonths. All the telltale signs were there that Jillian was having some kind of affair. He talked to his father and to his friends Chip and Mac. Chip just agreed with George Trainor that the Sinclair in Jillian was finally coming out. Mac thought Jillian was having an affair. John knew Jillian confided in Mac because they were good friends as well, so he flat out asked Mac one day: "Do you think Jillian might be having an affair? I'm at my wits end Mac." "I really don't know anything John, but I don't think she be having an affair. Of course if she was, she'd be discreet about it, so I wouldn't know any way." This didn't make John feel any better; in fact it made them feel worse. Mac was no help. Coincidentally, this all occurred with the return of Mel. Mel had not only returned to the area but she was the Simmons' Manufacturing new receptionist. John rarely saw her, only when he would go by the executive offices for meeting or to attend a meeting; since he worked the straight night shift. It was as if nothing had ever changed between them. Mel always met him with a wink or her effervescent smile as he walked by and said hello to her. She made no secret of the fact that she still had deep feelings for him and would like to have him back. A few comments and innuendos she made, made him feel uncomfortable. ************ Unbeknownst to John, Jillian thought he was having an affair with Pamela Tamchek. Jillian hated Pamela Tamchek with a passion. The night John met Jill, she had been at Simon's to try and get Conrad Peterson, her boyfriend of the month back. He saw Pamela Tamchek at Simon's and fell in lust with her. He dumped Jillian Sinclair for Pamela and start dating her. You just didn't dump Jillian St. Clair. Therefore, she automatically despised Pamela Tamchek with all her fury. John and Jill Ch. 03 When Mac mentioned at one of their lunches that she felt John was seeing Pamela Tamchek on the side, Jillian was incensed and latched right on to Mac's every word. "Mac, do you think John's has slept with her?" "Jill sweetie, I hate to tell you this but I know at least ten times." What Mac failed to explain to Jillian was that that was months before John even met Jill. Her plan was working splendidly. Jill told Mac that she had already cut John off sexually and she was punishing him at every turn. "Have you got all your ducks in a row? Are you ready for the big day?" Mac asked Jillian as she reached over to touch her friend's hand. "It happens in two weeks; not soon enough if you ask me. But it was the best I could do," Jill replied with a sad look on her face. What Jill failed to realize was that Mac lusted after her so badly that she was willing to do anything to get Jillian into bed; including screwing over a close friend. The art world had definitely changed Mac to be a self-centered 'me, me, me' person; willing to do anything to get what she felt she deserved. And she felt she deserved Jillian Trainor. John, however, was completely unaware of this dastardly plot. He was the receiver of the brunt of Mac's under-handedness and was living a personal hell. John was pondering over his troubles in his mind and was at a loss as to what to do. ************ John heard the door open behind him and watched as his beautiful wife walked out. "Let's get out of here now, dip shit, I don't want to be late." John set down his beer bottle and arose, "You can stop with the vitriol now Jill, or we won't be going at all." "I'm sorry; you just know how bad I hate to be late." "It's just to Billy's and Marissa's house and party; the world isn't going to stop revolving if were a few minutes late." "I just don't like being late; it's rude." John marveled at just how beautiful his wife was. She was wearing black, form fitted slacks that hugged her luscious curves and a white low-cut blouse that showed ample cleavage. He was tense all the time now, walking on egg shells around her constantly and he was getting tired of it. He was at his wits end. He talked to Chip about it and asked if Ellie had known anything about what was bothering Jillian. Ellie couldn't shed any light on the subject because unbeknownst to John, Jillian had never spoken to Ellie, only to Mac about her perceived troubles. The drive over to Billy and Marissa's house was short and quiet, in Jill's car because she refused ride in John's truck to any social event, but John drove. When they arrived, several of the cars of their friends were parked there. They were still on time. They were welcomed by everybody, and the women talked about how nice Jill looked, as well as some of their male friends. Everyone that was there were married couples and they were a close knit circle of friends. Some of the guys were playing cards and pool, while the women congregated in the kitchen. All the women were laughing as the men came back into the kitchen to get some more beer and join the conversation. When John walked back in, he noticed Jillian was doing all of the talking. The other women were laughing uproariously, except for Ellie and Marissa. Ellie had a look of consternation on her face and Marissa just had a sour look. Neither one of them were actually seeming to enjoy the conversation too much. "And the bowling on Saturday mornings; now there's a intellectually stimulating time. One could be home watching cartoons and getting is much emotional stimulation." "I seem to remember one Jillian Trainor having a pretty good time on those Saturday mornings until six months ago," Marissa said rather snidely to Jillian. The sarcasm was not lost on Jillian. "Oh I just finally wised up Marissa. I don't think badly of anybody who enjoys that kind of thing; I just don't," replied Jill to her brother's wife. "It sounds to us that that's exactly what you're doing," Tommy's wife Lisa said. "Oh don't get me wrong, I'm just not into that sort of thing anymore." Ellie looked at Jillian right in the eyes and said somewhat sarcastically, "What, having fun?" "Oh I love to have fun Ellie; I just like to have a little sophistication along with it." Jill was on a roll and didn't miss a beat, "Marissa, you have the most stylish furniture in this house. I'm jealous." "Well you owe it to your husband, because he built most of it. That talent seems to be going to waste except as a sideline." Ellie spoke up and said, "Jill you have the most beautiful furniture in this whole area because of your husband's talent and you know it. I was dying to have that beautiful porch swing he built for you." "Well you could pick it up anytime you want to Ellie, I never liked it. And our house looks like something out of Sanford and son. Do you realize that there is not a new piece of furniture in our house? It looks like something out of 'Seconds Are Us magazine', nothing new at all." Jill looked at John with disdain and John just turned his head away. "Jill I can't believe you," Lisa said, "every woman in this house would die for the furniture that you have. Most of those are antiques that John has refinished and made worth a fortune and you get to live around that all the time." Chip spoke up and said, "New doesn't necessarily mean beautiful Jill; John's an artist and has saved you tons of money. I'll bet your parents' mansion doesn't have the cozy feel that your house does, although it cost multi-millions of dollars. John's talent and thriftiness have let you develop quite a nest egg for JJ's college fund. We'll have a lot more trouble sending our son Jimmy to school than you ever will." "And that's another thing, our son could've been going to Culver Preparatory Academy on my father's dime but stubborn John wouldn't allow it." John didn't appreciate family business being discussed in a crowd; friends or not. John believed you could discuss family business within the family, but not outside it. He was starting to get angry. "Marissa, don't you find it tiring to be married into the Trainor family?" Marissa took Billy's hand in hers and said, "Absolutely not Jill, it's a great family." Jill was obviously feeling the beer she had drank and said, "At least their mother had the good sense to get out while the getting was good." John was past his patience and leaned down to whisper into Jillian's ear, "You have five minutes to say your goodbyes and be out in that car or your ass will be walking home." He then stood up and said that everybody, "Sorry everybody, unsophisticated bowling in the morning, need to get some rest. Billy, Marissa, thank you for this evening. See you tomorrow." Billy and Chip both knew that John was pissed. Both of them figured it was about time he responded to the way Jill had been treating him in front of friends for the last six months. Truth be known, even the wives were kind of tired of Jill's attitude and welcomed her comeuppance. When Jill got to the car and got in, she slammed the door so hard John thought the side glass was going to break. "Easy on your equipment there dear, side windows are expensive now." "Oh, I'm sure you'd replace it with one out of the junkyard. How dare you humiliate me like that in front of our friends?" "I don't want to talk to you right now; wait until home." When they got home, Jill got out of the car and slammed the door again and John got angrier. When they got inside, John was glad JJ was staying his friend Andy's house. He figured it was about to get loud. "I like how you say that I humiliated you. What the hell did you think you were achieving, by airing our family laundry in front of our friends? And I'm so glad that this beautiful furniture and renovations aren't enough for you. It's what we can afford and you used to gush over every piece of furniture that I repaired and brought into this house. It may not be new, but it's beautiful and you know it." "I've been asking you for six months what's bothering you and I'm tired of you being a shrew. This conversation has been a long time coming and I'm going to get some answers. Start talking Jill." "I took been telling you for six months that there's nothing wrong with me, but you don't seem to understand English. THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME," Jill said in a loud piercing voice. "Well I can tell you one thing; the Sinclair's definitely coming out in you. Nothing suits you anymore; nothings good enough. If you're so unhappy with our life, why don't you leave me? I'm getting tired of this and I can't live like this anymore." "I'm not leaving you John, I'm your wife." "Then start acting like it, dammit. Have you shown me 1 ounce of affection in the last six months? Not even a kiss or hug. Even JJ has mentioned it." At that she turned towards him, reached up and grabbed him, shoving him into the wall, while mashing her mouth into his so hard that they banged teeth. As she shoved her tongue into his mouth he couldn't help but respond. Six months of pent up sexual frustration got the better of him and John responded by grabbing her by her well toned ass in both hands and lifting her off the ground and began carrying her into the bedroom. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his thighs. When they reached the bedroom John threw her roughly onto the bed almost bouncing her off. This was what Jillian secretly wanted, one last hard fuck. She realized if she pushed John far enough he will give her what she wanted. She felt like she was just using him, like he was using her. She undid her jeans as he ripped into her shirt popping buttons all over the bed and floor. She had a front clasp brawl on and John quickly opened it up and fell mouth first onto her luscious breasts. He began chewing on her left nipple. He was practically tearing at his pants to get them off. She found herself reaching under, unbuttoning her jeans. As she watched and felt John biting her nipples while squeezing her sensitive breasts she started to push her jeans off. John stood up on his knees and began frantically pulling her jeans off. She raised her ass to ease his task as she yelled, "FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!" As John looked down and saw her blue cotton panties he noticed her whole front gusset was soaked, having a big wet spot. He could smell her excitement; it smelled up the whole room. John just reached down and tore her panties to shreds. John didn't even take his boxers down; he just reached in and pulled out his raging hard on. He lined it up with the opening to her honeypot and shoved in with one thrust. It seemed to Jillian as if all the air pushed out of her lungs. As she struggled for breath, John began pounding in and out of her juicy quim. Jillian got her wits about her and began thrusting up to him with her hips on every stroke. "POUND MY PUSSY YOU SON OF A BITCH," she screamed as she reached up and bit him on his right shoulder. John didn't realize that it had been six months for Jillian also. Jill reached behind him and grabbed his buttocks, digging her nails into his taught muscular globes screaming, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, I'M CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMING, YOU WORTHLESS PRICK." John relentlessly pounded her while he grabbed down pulling her legs up with her ankles on either side of his ears and thrust in and out as hard as he could, finally reaching her cervix. John continued his ruthless onslaught for almost 12 minutes, forcing her through two more strong orgasms. After her third straight orgasm Jill passed out. John didn't realize it and kept pounding until finally he shot what seemed like a gallon of cum into her now slack pussy. John rolled over onto his back beside Jill and lay still trying to catch his breath. As he lay there in a puddle of sweat he knows the whole room smelled like animalistic sex. He looked over at a still passed out Jill with her angelic face. He realized that he had actually tried to fuck her to death, letting out all his anger. He knew that this was the hottest sex he had ever had. He didn't really feel comfortable with his behavior; but figured she had it coming. He treated her just like a piece of ass. Jill finally came to and looked over at John with a smirk on her face, "A little bit sexually frustrated were we?" "Yes I was, but I wasn't the only one, was I?" She just smiled and kissed him passionately. As she broke the kiss, she began sliding down and bit his nipples, one at a time. "Ouch, goddammit Jill, that hurt," as she continued her journey down leaving hickeys on the way. "You want exactly so gentle with mine earlier either big boy. So lay back, enjoy, and shut the fuck up." John wasn't used to this type of treatment or language from Jill. He did have to admit that he was enjoying himself and wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize this session. He also admitted to himself that this was actually kind of hot. As she got to his semi hard cock, she actually seemed to try to eat it. She took it into her mouth and began washing his cock with her mouth. Surprisingly to John, it didn't take long for him to get hard again. He wasn't in his 20s anymore, but was definitely feeling like a teenager again. He was moving into new territory, but was willing to take the trip. Jill turned around to offer John her seeping cum filled quim. John readily took the offer as long as was his cum mixed with her love juices. She began doing a circular grinding motion onto his face so hard that pushed his lip across his teeth and cut it. She was actually screwing into his face as hard as she could while John's tongue was doing its magic. John reciprocated by grabbing her head and fucking her face, while Jill met his hard strokes. Finally when he was steel hard, Jill popped her mouth off of his wet hard love muscle. She reached turned around to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. "We've never tried ass fucking before John; but I want this one in my butt." To say that John was flabbergasted would be an understatement. Although they had both taken occasional digit trips up the anal canal during lovemaking, Jill never seemed that interested in anal sex before. Jill secretly wanted to try anal sex for a couple of years, but was afraid to approach John on the subject thinking he felt like it was dirty. She was going to get what she wanted tonight, even being slightly afraid of him sticking his monster cock up her ass. She had surreptitiously prepared herself the last several days with butt plugs of different sizes and partaking of liquids instead of solids for nourishment. She did research from several sources on what to do to enhance the experience and reduce the pain. "So big boy, are you up for a trip up the back alley?" "If that's what you want, my queen, that's what you'll get." John got up to position himself and Jill on all fours with him behind her. He slid his rock hard phallus into her soaking wet cunt, while he took some KY onto his first three fingers and slowly began working them into her nether hole. He couldn't understand why he could get them in so easily and with such little resistance. Then a thought came to him that he had been suspecting for a while. Jillian was definitely having an affair. At this particular moment, he wasn't going to break the spell. He couldn't believe how her star gaped open so easily as he worked the KY and finally his three fingers into her widened butt hole. He readied himself and worked some KY onto the helmet of his cock and lined it up to her rosebud. "Slowly John... slowly," Jill panted; breathless with anticipation. John began steadily pushing his enormous phallus into Jill's rectum. Jill started breathing much faster as she felt the foreign invasion into her backside. As John slowly penetrated into her bowels he couldn't believe how unbelievably tight she was back there; even though he was able to get past her sphincter much easier than he thought. "That's it John, keep pushing, slowly, slowly. I want all that magnificent cock in my ass. I've never felt so full." Finally John was able to make control himself enough to reach balls deep inside his lovely wife's ass. The unbelievable tightness was wreaking havoc on his control. He never felt such tightness since taking Mel's virginity when he was a teenager. He began slowly withdrawing until the head almost popped out of her anus and slowly pushing back in. At Jill's urging he began picking up the pace to a steady rhythm. Although this was new territory to John, he didn't really have any problem getting into it. The unbelievable tightness and the feelings on his cock were like he had never felt before. He started going even faster. "That's it you cock sucker, fuck me, fuck my dirty ass." "Whatever you want, you dirty cunt," John grunted as he really began pounding her ass while his balls slapped against her beautiful globes. Jillian flinched and John felt her try to squeeze his prick off with her ass when those words left his mouth. Jill had never been one to talk like that in her life and didn't appreciate it. John was just getting into the mood and giving her the dirty language that she was throwing at him. John grabbed her swaying tits and began lightly pinching the nipples while he pounded her rear end. Jill was pushing back and using her butt muscles as hard as she could to enjoy this feeling. All of a sudden Jill arched her back stiffened and tightened her muscles around John's cock as she screamed out a massive orgasm. John could barely maintain his control. "Oh Goooooooooooood, I didn't know I could cum like that from having a dick up my butt." Jill said as she panted and came down a little from the euphoria of her orgasm. John just kept pounding away until finally she had another orgasm and he couldn't hold it in anymore and shot a bucket load of cum into her bowels. John slid his softening member slowly out of her ass and fell beside her on the bed. Jill slowly collapsed face first onto the bed as well and looked over at him. The sweat was pouring off for both of them and Jillian knew she was going to have to change the sheets before either one could get any sleep. "Dirty cunt, huh?" Jill said as she looked crossly at John. "Just getting into the heat of the moment honey," John said demurely and instantly hoping for quick reconciliation. Jill just smiled at him and said, "I'll be right back." She jumped up and headed toward the bathroom trying to hold her hand over her gaping ass hole. John noticed that his cum was leaking down her legs as she was trying quickly to walk to the bathroom. He heard her sit on the seat and then a loud fart as she obviously expelled his leavings out of her butt. "Could you do that any louder, I don't think the neighbors down at the end of the street could hear that. Do we have any paint left the walls in there?" John said while raising his voice his voice for Jill to be able to hear. "You really are a bastard, aren't you?" Jill screamed back at him through the door of their bathroom. Jill came back out with a washcloth and began slaving away at John's cock until it was cleaned off to her satisfaction. "You wasted your effort Jill, I definitely need a shower," John said as he rose on wobbly legs to get walk the bathroom. "I'll change the sheets while you get started." John started the shower, got the water nice and warm and stepped in. As he soaped his body he couldn't believe he was still half hard. As he recalled his intro to anal his endorphins flowed freely until he felt a little cool breeze on his back as Jill stepped into the shower behind him. "No use wasting water big boy," as she hugged him from behind. John and Jill Ch. 03 John felt her engorged nipples poking into his back and he turned to kiss her. As they kissed passionately, Jill reached down and grabbed his now hardening prick in her nice soft hand. She stroked him as she leaned down and took him into her mouth. As she got him to full hardness, which he couldn't believe, he felt his passion rise and loosen his control. He pulled his steel hard phallus from her mouth and turned her around while pushing her head down as he lined his head up to her pussy and shoved in with one hard thrust. Jill just put her hands against the wall and began pushing her ass back to enjoy John's onslaught. She had never been fucked like this. John had outdone himself this time. He was pounding her while his balls hit against her ass with a wet slapping sound that really turned her on. "I'm cumming, fuck me, fuck me hard," Jill screamed as her body spasmed and her legs got week. John had to hold her up through her orgasm while trying to keep pounding away. Finally he started shooting what little sperm he had left in him into her waiting pussy. Then he just turned nonchalantly grabbing wash rag to soap Jillian's ultrasensitive body. "Don't even think of touching my pussy John, I'm way too sensitive. And stay away from my breasts too." "That doesn't leave a whole lot does it?" John said with a smirk on his face. "Is that what you think I am, just tits and ass?" She said, looking at him sternly. "Yes and they are fantastic tits and ass; and I think there is a brain in there somewhere too," as John playfully whipped the wash rag against her ass with a loud crack. "Ouch that hurt you big bastard," she said as she turned and slapped him a little harder than John thought for love tap. They faced, soaping each other off and drying themselves with nice towels. John couldn't figure it all out, but Jill had a glow about her that he'd never seen before. John didn't know, but Jill's glow was a perverse satisfaction of using him one last time. He had no idea what was in store for him. Jill kept a secret smile on her face. ************ John slept the night away in a peaceful, almost comatose slumber. He was dreaming of Jill in a vision of when they first were married. That was a happy, stable time in their marriage. Even in his dream he realized how much he loved her. He awakened to the smell of bacon frying and dressed in his bowling shirt and a pair of jeans and went downstairs to the kitchen. Jill was at the sink dressed in sweatpants and a tank top doing dishes. John couldn't ignore the fact of how sexy her shape was and that she maintained it over the years. He walked up behind her and hugged her while nuzzling her neck. Jillian turned suddenly, pushing him away with her wet hands. "Don't fucking paw me why I'm trying to get work done," she said in a very hateful manner. John couldn't believe the vehemence in her voice and actions. "I hoped we were back to normal after last night. What did I do this time?" "You're always bothering me when I'm trying to get work done," she continued in a hateful tone. "That's bullshit and you know it; I'm not even around half the time you're working because of our shift differences. What in the hell is the matter with you? These last six months you've treated me like shit and I'm tired of you browbeating me over nothing." "You got your wick wet last night; so you think I'm yours to maul at your pleasure. Well let me tell you bucko, this body is off limits to you." "Have it your way; I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole," John knowing that was a false statement." ************ John couldn't finish his breakfast in time and had to head to the bowling alley for the Saturday morning special mixed league. This was a special league for bowlers who worked midnight shift. Since Jill quit accompanying John, he partnered up with Jenny Longstreet, one of the plant line workers. To be honest, she was a better bowler than Jill ever thought of being. She was a lot more pleasant to be around as well. John and Jenny made a good team and they usually beat whoever they bowled against. John was glad Jenny was in the groove this morning because his previous night's recreations put a damper on his performance. Jenny more than made up for his poor showing, astounding the others by bowling a monumental 645 series. This put them over the top again. "What happened to you stud, the little woman work you too hard last night?" Jenny said; openly flirting with him. "I'd be hard on you, but not that hard." "I'll have to give you a rain check on that one Jenny, maybe in a few years. You gonna go with us to Chief's?" "Well a girl has to keep up her hopes, John," she said as she sashayed away; exaggeratedly swinging her hips as she went to the girls locker room. "I'll take a rain check on your offer," she said looking over her shoulder. John looked at her luscious ass in her jeans and wondered if it would be that long. He changed his shoes grabbed his bowling bag and headed to Chief's Galley with the rest of the team. When he got to the pub he sat with his friend Chip, conversing in small talk. He got his usual cheeseburger MKO and his St. Pauli Girl dark and sat to enjoy the talk with his friend. "Chip, I'm at my wits end with Jillian. I don't know what to do. She's always so hateful when she talks to me and shows me no affection whatsoever; even JJ's noticed it. "I wish I could give you some great advice, buddy, but no one understands women, certainly not me. Ellie still treats me like gold, but surprises me all the time." As they were setting there, John second cousin, Elmo Woodward, walked in, spied John and walked up to him. "Are you John Trainor?" John looked at him perplexed and replied, "You little shit, have you lost your mind, you know damn well I am." He handed a large manila envelope to John and said, "You've been served. Sorry John." John was flabbergasted as he opened the envelope and saw all the words Petition for Dissolution of Marriage and Jillian Sinclair Trainor vs John Forrest Trainor. John felt the tears in his eyes and the anger and frustration build until he broke his beer bottle on the bar. Chief came running over to see what happened as blood poured from John's hand. Chip looked down and read what the papers were and waved Chief off. "Well I guess that answers that question; sorry buddy." "Why, why?" Was all John could say as he read the papers and realized there was also a restraining that he could not go within 500 feet of his house or Jillian. "My house, my house and I can't go near it for my wife to get my questions even answer." John pondered his predicament and realized he needed to get legal help, quickly. He did know what his future was going to hold, but he was angry enough for a scorched earth policy. To be continued...