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The Reluctant Wife Ch. 01

By: Diamond Butterfly



My life as a teen was not the greatest. In fact it often had more downs than ups, but for better or for worse Mario Gallagher and I chose to be married in the Edwardsville courthouse in Madison County IL. On July 26th, we said our "I do's" but no one asked about love or anything of the like. He married me because he wanted his freedom, and me? Perhaps it was an act of defiance that went bad. I wanted to prove that I was an adult and in the act itself, I proved to be more childish than I was years earlier. 

We lived with my parents, Tom and Carol Harlan in Mehlville MO. A small part of South County in St. Louis. For about 6 months we lived there until I announced my pregnancy. It was quite the shock to everyone. We went to doctors and processed the proper medical insurance forms to have the baby who was due on May 8th. We also moved into our own place in Evergreen. We still had no car, but all the same we had a quiet two-bedroom home. I went to work putting the house together to make the tiny apartment that was now not so quiet a fantastic home for my husband and my soon to be born baby. That is when I finally learned the truth about the man that I married. 

I knew that Mario had a bad temper. He on multiple occasions he had slapped me and on the night that our baby was conceived it was the result of a rape, the first of many, in fact. I wanted to leave him, but I was convinced he would change after he saw his baby. I knew he had hoped for a little boy to carry on his name and I also knew that he wanted a Junior and at night we discussed the possibility of boy and girl names. After my pregnancy was announced, he stopped hitting me and became an attentive Father to be. 

The day that the ultrasound was scheduled, Mario held my hand and they applied the cold gel to my big belly. The Doctor asked if we wanted to know the sex of the baby, and we said of course. I hoped for a boy as well, but only to make Mario happy. But as the images became clearer on the screen, I saw Mario's face change. The Doctor told us that it was a girl. Inside I was happy, outside, I was afraid. Mario let go of my hand I knew that everything would change. We were warned again that too much stress could cause serious damage to the baby, and the possibility of a miscarriage or a still birth. I was put on more medicines and told again to remain on limited bed rest. I hated it, but I was willing to do anything to have a healthy baby. 

That very night after we got home, Mario told me that the house was a mess and I should get to work on cleaning. No breaks until I was finished. At first I started to laugh, but when my smile first cracked, I felt the back of his hand across my left cheek. It was hard enough to put me on the floor, clutching my belly. He laughed and repeated his demand including also a statement about how I shouldn't protect a baby that was going to die anyway. I looked away, the tears in my eyes ready to break free. When I didn't move immediately he went to kick me but I was able to get up and head to the kitchen. He demanded a beer, and although neither of us were old enough to drink, we had friends that had bought Mario a twenty-four case of BudLight and a large bottle of Jack Daniels. I hated the taste, but he spent at least one hundred dollars a month on alcohol. I brought him his beer and went back to the kitchen, to begin the cleaning, knowing that dinner would be demanded next. 

The days continued with Mario working odd hours, never really accountable, but I assumed it was where he was. The nights were always the same, I had to cook dinner, make sure the house was spotless, Then after bed, despite the doctors warnings he would proceed with his lovemaking advances which if I didn't respond to properly, He would spend at least two hours screaming at me and then slapping me before he would take what he wanted anyway. I hated the way life was going, but I really couldn't see an end. I felt sure that after the baby was born, I would only get worse. 

I took charge of picking out baby names, Mario basically told me to do what I wanted. What amazed me was that he seemed so different to everyone else. Almost like a proud father, yet I could tell my Mother could see something was wrong. Of course we weren't speaking to his family, so they really didn't have a lot to say about anything. I watched an old movie with my mother, Gypsy, with Natalie Wood. During one scene, they announced preceding Gypsy was a stripper named Abigail Paige. I told my mother that is what I wanted to name my baby and she laughed. But sure enough, on April 19th 2001, Abigaille Page or affectionately known as Abbi was born. And sure enough after we came home from the hospital, things did get worse.

The Reluctant Wife Ch. 01



Laura lay on her back, fastened securely to the bed by the nylon and velcro straps I'd purchased earlier that day. Since I didn't care about the bed in the spare bedroom, I'd screwed carefully spaced eyelets into the frame so that while she couldn't move more than a few inches, she'd at least be comfortable -- and open, wide open.

Her arms were down at her sides, but out from her body about 12 inches. The straps around her shapely thighs forced her knees to be up and open, exposing her pretty blonde pussy in a way she would be finding mortifying. 

The blindfold over her eyes made certain she could see nothing.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed. "Please let me go."

This beautiful woman I had completely under control was my wife of nearly a year and I was trying to save our marriage.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

It wasn't until recently that I would admit to myself that I'd likely married the wrong woman.

Laura and I first met shortly after we'd been admitted to the bar. We'd both just landed good jobs in different downtown law firms, and during the course of our work, our paths kept crossing. When we'd finally tied the knot three years later, we'd felt it had been fate that had kept throwing us together, so why resist?

Our first meeting was during a merger of two small companies. Her firm represented one, and mine, the other.

With her client in tow, she walked into the conference room of the law firm that had just hired me and I couldn't help but hold my breath. I think each person has an ideal partner, one who looks, acts, maybe even smells a certain way. You know those ads and movies where a beautiful woman approaches and they slow down the film so you can see and savor every movement of her body? I honestly felt as if that happened to me. I'm sure I had the stupidest expression ever on my face as I watched her approach down the length of the table to where my client and I already sat.

If I did, though, she didn't let on.

Sticking out her hand, she smiled and said, "I'm Laura Bradford."

Suddenly realizing I should be on my feet, I sprang up like some insane jack-in-the-box, and said, "James Robbins. I'm James Robbins."

As I kept wringing her hand longer than was acceptable in business, a small, half-smile crossed her face. I found out later, this sort of thing had happened to her many times before.

Why? She was flat out gorgeous, that's why. Tall, pushing six feet with heels on, long honey-blonde hair and a face and body that could cause traffic accidents, she looked like a Norse goddess descended to earth to practice law in Chicago.

I don't remember much of that first meeting. I'm sure she could have completely taken my client for a ride and I never would have noticed. Later, when the formalities had somehow been successfully concluded without my brain being plugged in, we stood and again shook hands. Her grip was firm but infinitely warm and soft and I caught a whiff of her perfume as she looked at me curiously. She told me later she thought me a little odd.

Fast forward three years. We'd met three more times, twice for mergers and once for a takeover, my client against hers. That had resulted in several meetings, not all pleasant since it was a hostile bid and she had to defend her client, which she chose to do quite vigorously. There was no malice behind her actions. She was just a lawyer trying to do her best, but I did my best to drag everything out as much as I could and she knew it.

It was also during this time that I ran across one of the other junior lawyers from her firm at the gym I frequented. Naturally, I struck up a conversation.

"I'm dealing with someone from your firm right now," I said. "Do you know Laura Bradford?"

He laughed. "You mean the Ice Queen? Man! She's a complete ball buster."

"Yeah, she's pretty tough during negotiations."

"That's not what I meant," he shot back. "You ever asked her out?"

"Why would I do that?"

The lawyer looked at me as if I was an alien. "Any red-blooded male would want to be near that specimen of female beauty. You're not gay, are you?"

I hardly knew this guy and didn't appreciate the comment. He was observant enough to notice.

"No offense meant. You were referring to her professionally, though, weren't you?"

"Sort of," I lied, "but why do you call her the Ice Queen?"

"It's the feeling of every male in our firm that her heart is completely and thoroughly frozen. Within the first six months she was with us, I think every unattached male hit on her, some attached ones, too, if the truth be known. A few got dates, none got past first base. She is unmovable."

"Picky, is she?"

"Not picky. Frozen. Her upbringing, you know. Very religious family." He got off his treadmill and clapped me on the shoulder. "It's all business with Ms Bradford. Like I said: the Ice Queen."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The negotiations ground on. Turned out we didn't get enough shares to swing the deal, but my client wasn't prepared to back down. Hers wasn't either. One day, I got a call from her.

"Look, Mr. Robbins—"

"How many times have I asked you to call me Jim?" I interrupted. "Heck, even James is better." 

"I prefer to keep my business dealings on a professional level," she answered cooly.

"So why do you want to speak with me, then, Ms Bradford?"

If she detected anything in my tone of voice, she didn't indicate it. "Our clients are going to continue wasting their money in a fruitless fight, and as you know, we're both rather expensive."

"And?"

"Look, could we meet for lunch? I think I have a way out of this morass."

I tried not to groan out loud as I saw from the agenda I had my secretary draw up every day that I was due in a meeting crosstown which would probably take up the rest of the work day.

"Could we make it a dinner meeting?"

There was silence on the line. "I suppose so. But it will be a working dinner."

Did I detect some wariness in her voice, or was my imagination playing tricks?

I proposed a restaurant that was quiet, out of the way and served great steaks and seafood.

"Shall I pick you up?" I asked.

"No. I can make my own way there," she replied with a definite edge to her voice.

Knowing what I did about her, I played it very cool that night, keeping it strictly business.

Every male eye in the restaurant followed her as she walked to my table at the back. Laura hadn't been home to change even though it was well after 7:00 -- unless she only had business suits in her wardrobe. Not that I was complaining too much. There aren't many women who can look as good in a business suit as Laura does.

Over our opening salads, she stated that she felt her client would agree to give up his own shares if the right monetary inducement was made. I asked how much she was thinking of and kept my face blank as she named a figure that was well out of range of what I felt my client would be willing to pay.

Over the main course, I made a counter offer, nowhere near as high as hers, but still more than the takeover target was worth and the owner would be chairman of the new board. It would be a hard sell to my client, but I felt I had a shot at it.

Over dessert we agreed that we'd present these new proposals to our clients and see what happened.

"If we can pull this off," I told her as I helped her on with her winter coat at the restaurant's entrance, rather than letting the staff do it, "I think I'll owe you a champagne dinner. Everyone in my office thinks this deal is not doable."

She finally smiled and practically melted my heart on the spot. "Mine too. You're on, Mr. Robbins."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

A year and a half later we were married and living happily ever after, right?

Wrong!

Throughout our courtship, Laura made it crystal clear that premarital sex was out of the question. She had been brought up on a farm in Wisconsin and her family was ultra religious. Even though they'd actually let her leave the fold to practice law in the big city with all its temptations, they'd firmly brainwashed her into their way of thinking. Uppermost in their teaching was that sex was only for procreation. When I finally met her parents and two dour brothers on the weekend I had to formally ask her father for his daughter's hand in marriage, I could only think of the word "Puritans". Saturday and Sunday were very, very long. Religion is definitely not my thing.

I was so head over heels in love with this woman, though, that I put up with it. Other than her iron feelings about sexual love, we were a perfect match. Besides her physical attributes, she had a brilliant legal mind, a ready wit, was a keen sportswoman and athlete, and she especially loved baseball. That sort of cemented the deal between us when I told her my family had held two primo season seats at Wrigley Field for almost sixty years.

So for the time I knew her before marriage, as far as sex went, Laura would only kiss (and she was good at that), but when her emotions rose, she would always shut it down.

"I just cannot go farther, Jim. It's not the way I was brought up. You understand, don't you?"

I'd always said I did, and went home suffering from yet another case of blue balls. I could tell Laura was a warm and passionate woman and I thought after marriage I would open up her eyes a little to the joys of lovemaking and everything would be all right. She'd embrace it with the gusto she did everything else in her life -- despite what her family had taught her.

Then came our marriage night.

The wedding ceremony at the family farm an hour north of Madison had been a pleasant if rather tame affair. Laura in her wedding gown had been as radiant a bride as ever walked down the aisle, but I was already imagining our first night together.

We drove north about two hours to a small resort where I'd taken many of Laura's predecessors over the years for long weekends of bedroom sport. I'd warned the proprietors not to mention that since I'd never revealed to my new wife any of my past exploits. I well knew what her response would be.

Her mother, a very good if plain cook, had offered to pack a picnic supper, but I'd had champagne, oysters and ripe strawberries shipped up that day. Having phoned ahead just prior to our arrival, the meal was laid out as I carried my bride over the threshold and she had been delighted, to the point where she actually indulged in a second glass of champagne "to relax after a wonderful but stressful day".

After we'd watched the sun go down, Laura said she'd like to take a shower and get ready for bed. I remained on the screened in porch, my manhood already stirring over what I was about to finally get to see and experience after a very long time of waiting and playing the game.

As I went in to take my shower, Laura, wrapped in a long robe, was busily putting away our clothes. I took my time luxuriating under the steamy water, but when I came out, the bedroom was dark and curtains drawn tightly. I immediately turned on my bedside lamp.

"What are you doing?" Laura asked, sounding very tense.

Her robe was over a nearby chair, so I knew she was naked. Under the sheet pulled up tightly to her chin, I could see the swell of her perfect breasts topped by the hardness of her long nipples. I drank in the sight.

"I want to be able to watch my beautiful wife as I make love to her for the first time."

"You want to watch me?" She sounded completely astonished. "I couldn't do that. Please turn off the light, Jim."

I reached down for the lamp, then paused. "You're sure? I've waited a very long time to see you naked."

She smiled thinly. "I'm sure. Please turn it off and come to bed."

I stifled a sigh, switched off the light as she'd asked and slid under the sheet. Laura turned on her side and we began kissing after a few awkward moments. She was trembling and I didn't think it was due to lust.

My hand slid down her side, stroking, feeling the warm softness of her flesh, the swell of her hip, the ripeness of her breast. When I finally swirled my hand and caught her nipple between thumb and forefinger, she gasped.

"Does that feel good, my love?" I asked.

"Um...yes."

I'd only touched her breasts once before on the previous New Year's Eve when Laura had a few glasses of bubbly and our good night kiss had gotten out of hand. She hadn't allowed me that liberty again until tonight, and her small gasps and sighs as I kneaded the flesh of her perfect mounds let me know that she was enjoying it.

Laura reached out and tentatively put her hand on my hip, my cue that she was ready for more. Kissing her throat, I began to move down so I could take her left nipple into my mouth. She gripped my hip more tightly.

"Jim, I can't wait. Take me now. Make a woman of me."

Okay, I could live with that. My cock was certainly up to the task, ready and hard as steel. There would be plenty of time to indulge in other pleasures. Shifting our bodies, she spread her legs and I slipped between. I looked down at her shadowy form beneath me.

"I love you very much, Laura, and I've waited a long time for this."

"Please go slowly. My Aunt Jane has told me how much this will hurt."

I hoped Laura couldn't see my frown in the darkness. Her Aunt Jane, a widow of many years, was a person I instantly disliked upon meeting her. From her frequent frowns of disapproval, I knew there was no love lost on her side, either. She had played a large part in my wife's childhood and teenage years, and I knew a lot of Laura's rigid attitudes about sex had originated with her aunt.

"I will go very slowly, my love, and I promise you it doesn't hurt all that much. After a very short time, the pleasure you'll feel will astonish you."

She grabbed by arms and squeezed, signaling that she wasn't ready to proceed. "I've always known that you've been with other women. I've been reluctant to ask about it. I won't ask now, but how much experience have you had?"

"A gentleman never reveals that, but I will say, I've had enough to know how to pleasure my wife completely."

"There hasn't been anyone since you've met me, has there? I know that it's been hard for you over the past year. Aunt Jane says that men---"

I silenced her with a kiss. "Let's leave your aunt out of this, okay? I am now alone with my beautiful wife for the first time and I want to concentrate on only you."

In the dim light, I could see Laura nodding. "I'm ready."

She'd put a towel underneath her, ready for the copious bleeding her Aunt Jane and mother would have certainly warned her about. It crossed my mind with a smile that I should hang it out one of our cabin's windows, as had been done in years past. Would her family's womenfolk expect that?

Now I'm not one of those guys hung like a horse, but I've also never had any women complain about my cock's length or thickness, and many have complimented it. The only virgin I've been with was my first serious girlfriend in my senior year of high school. I'd lost my virginity to one of my older sister's wilder friends when I was only fifteen. Anyway, I knew I would need to break in my wife very slowly and carefully.

When I reached down between us, I found Laura already quite wet, so that was good. Taking my erection in my hand, I rubbed it up and down her slit, wetting the head thoroughly. Her clit made a nice bump as I made sure I contacted it several time. My wife trembled with each touch, but said nothing.

Finally, the moment of truth had arrived and I placed my cock head at her opening. "Ready?" I asked.

Laura nodded again and I knew there would be apprehension on her face.

I pushed forward and immediately felt resistance.

"You have to relax, love. This won't hurt much, I promise."

She nodded again. Figuring from her wetness that she was well lubricated inside, I decided to just push through and bury myself fully inside her if I could, and then wait for whatever pain she felt to subside.

Laura made a high-piched keening sound as I drove my cock home. She may have fainted for a moment, I'm not sure, but I do know that it hurt her pretty badly. Not sure whether I should pull out, I waited about a minute until her eyes opened and she looked up at me.

"Are you all right?"

She smiled. "I'm fine, but that really did hurt. You feel very large."

"Some of that's due to being tense. Try to relax. When you're ready, I'll make sure my wife gets a right good fucking."

"Please don't use that word, Jim. I don't like it. What we're doing is making love."

"Right."

During the next few minutes we kissed, and balancing on one elbow, I began tweaking her nipple again. Soon she told me breathlessly, "I'm ready."

I took my time that night, holding out as long as I could, waiting for her to respond, but she really did have no idea what to do and her brain was getting in the way of her body's natural responses. Still, from her moaning and the instinctual thrusting of her hips, I knew that she enjoyed it.

The orgasm which overwhelmed me was also quite satisfying but nowhere near my best ever. I looked down at her while my cock pulsed over and over again, my Laura smiled up at me.

"Thank you for making me your wife and a woman."

I thought that, given time, everything would be all right.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Six months later, nothing was any different. Once a week, usually on Saturday morning, and always at my instigation, we'd "make love". Our routine engagements always began with kissing followed by me playing with Laura's breasts, and maybe, just maybe, if she was feeling really horny, she'd let me play with her clit until she came. We always made love in bed, with me on top, and she'd always quickly leave the bed to shower.

Since we were both on the fast track to becoming partners in each of our firms, we had to work long hours and that didn't help, but our vanilla love life was completely due to Laura's insistence that everything I wanted to try with her was "disgusting", "not right" or even "morally depraved".

The one time I tried to do a little oral action on her delicious-looking quim, she wouldn't talk to me for nearly two weeks and could barely look me in the eye.

Of course, we talked about everything at length, argued really, but the plain fact of the matter was that her upbringing kept getting in the way. It was easy to tell she enjoyed having my cock in her pussy, and the rare times she'd let me bring her off by hand, I definitely sent her to the moon, but those were few and far between and always left her wracked with guilt afterwards.

Even though we were waiting to start our family, she continued with our weekly lovemaking, but it did leave me puzzled. How could she reconcile doing it with me for non-childbearing purposes? Turned out dear Aunt Jane had told her that I would demand sex on a regular basis and it was up to her in her duty as my wife to go through with it. She actually told Laura, "That's just the way of men."

In every other way, we were a perfect match and I tried hard to ignore my urges, but I'd enjoyed the company of many women over the years. It really bothered me that my wife couldn't loosen up and be like them: lusty, outrageous in bed, and thoroughly satisfying sexually.

She'd sometimes tell me about the women she worked with, most of whom she referred to as "sluts".

"Honestly, you'd think their entire existence was taken up with sex when they aren't working. That's all the seem to talk about. A lot of the men are quite bad about it, too. And then there are the ones who make passes at me. They all know I'm married, but it doesn't seem to make any difference. Are all men like that?"

"Perhaps," I said, "it's just because you're such a beautiful woman. The lawyers you work with are all alpha people, and from my experience, that kind of person is competitive at any level. Work, play, sex, it's all a competition to them. You'd be a valued check mark on any man's scorecard."




The Reluctant Wife Ch. 01



"That's disgusting!"

"Like it or not, it's true."

Laura stared at me for a long moment and stomped from the room.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The whole situation came to a head when a very cute and very nubile articling student was hired by the law firm.

Cindy was about five-two and probably weighed not much over 90 soaking wet. It didn't take long to figure out that she had the hots for me. Her skirts were always short, her tops cut low and she could wiggle her butt like no tomorrow. Whenever we worked together, she always made sure she planted herself well into my personal space.

It was at this time that I was getting more and more fed up with my wife's belief that everything about sex was disgusting, something reenforced by the pastor of the church she was attending. I attended once to please her and nearly walked out at his diatribe against just about everything important to me.

We had a large amount of work and I had to supervise that it was getting done correctly. Half our staff seemed to be out with a cold that was making the rounds and the seniors at the firm were getting antsy. They made it clear that I had to pull this one off or I could forget about becoming a partner. I started putting in a lot of evenings.

Naturally, Cindy stayed too, probably figuring that sooner or later she'd get me alone and could make her move. I was of more than half a mind to take her up on it. Vanilla sex was a flavor I was becoming heartily sick of.

With the light beginning to shine at the end of the tunnel, I felt that one solid weekend of work would get this assignment over the hump, so I told Laura that I was going to stay downtown, sleep on the sofa in my office and get the darn thing done.

Two other junior staff members and a secretary were asked to stay and made it clear they thought I was overstepping the bounds. Cindy volunteered. By late Saturday evening, everyone was pretty done in. I asked them to come back the next morning for the last gasp to see it through to the bitter end, and promised to take them all out to dinner afterwards. Well after midnight, they dragged their asses out the door.

Back in my office, I dialed home but received no answer. Laura would often go to bed early on Saturday night so she would have plenty of time to do her morning run, shower and head off to church, so I didn't think anything of it. Removing my clothes, I took a shower in the boss' office (he'd given me permission), wrapped a towel around myself and walked back down the hall. The light in my office was out and I thought I'd left it on.

Flipping it on, I was shocked to find Cindy there, draped (the only suitable word for it) over my sofa and without a stitch of clothing on.

"What are you doing here?"

She propped her head up on her hand. "Come on. You're supposed to be so quick on the uptake. Isn't it obvious?"

My cock started to stiffen even though I told it not to. Cindy was quite the perfect little vixen.

She had very long, dark brown hair which she normally wore up. Tonight it cascaded around her shoulders. Her body was tanned, taut and she had beautiful, bite-sized breasts topped by the most perky nipples I'd seen in a long time. Her waist was narrow and swelled into full hips. Her sex was shaved clean and she had them open. I could see the glistening of moisture around the full lips.

"You had my cousin once. She's told me all about how good you are. I thought I'd never get this chance."

"Your cousin?"

"You remember Jill Curran? She articled here about three years ago. You'd just got hired."

My cock stiffened a bit more (something not lost on the roving eye of Cindy) at the memory of Jill. She'd been about one of the best pieces of ass I'd ever had. That was before I'd had Laura walk into my meeting and made me forget everyone who'd come before her.

Jill adored sucking cock and swore she could deep throat anything. After we'd hooked up a few times, I believed her. She had my length down her throat on the first try. Her pussy was absolutely pneumatic and she once made me come using only her internal muscles, no thrusting motions. Too bad she'd been married at the time.

Cindy sat up and smiled. "Jill says I'm as good as she is. I think I'm better. We're have the whole night ahead of us." Patting the sofa, she added, "Come on over. I don't bite -- unless you want me to."

Oh man, I was sorely, sorely tempted. I felt like a man dying of thirst being offered the biggest glass of ice cold lemonade ever. The last time I'd had sex with Laura had been over two weeks earlier and we'd gotten into a fight when I tried yet again to stretch her boundaries just a little (I walked up behind her and slid my hands under her skirt). We'd hardly talked since.

But it was clear to me what the consequences would be if I ever did anything: instant divorce. There was no way my wife would put up with any hanky-panky. If I did screw this delectable little thing, it could very likely end my marriage.

I decided a piece of ass wasn't worth it.

"Your cousin was before I got married, Cindy."

"Oh come on! I know your reputation as a cocksman. I want some of that." She lightly rubbed between her legs, then used the moisture to tweak her nipple. "Your wife will never know."

I wasn't so sure about that. One thing that made Laura such a great lawyer was how well she could read faces. I swore she could tell what people were going to think before they thought it.

"No. I'm sorry, Cindy, but no."

She looked at me pityingly. "Your wife really does have your balls, doesn't she?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That's what everybody says. You used to be this great lover and now you've got nothing but a big fat ring through your nose. It's too bad, really. Jill won't believe it."

Cindy gathered up her clothes. "I'll get dressed down the hall, Jamie boy. Have a nice, LONELY evening." With her clothes over her shoulder, she stopped at the door, hips cocked and a swaggering expression. "I just hope your wife is worth it. People also say she has an inch of frost in her twat."

I sat down hard on the recently vacated leather sofa, still warm from Cindy's naked body. Running my hands over my face and hair, I wondered how my life had gotten to this stage and whether it really was worth going on with Laura. I'd had a lot of fun with the opposite sex in the past, and now, because of my wife's hang-ups I was increasingly frustrated and angry most of the time. No matter how much I talked to my wife, reasoned with her, she wouldn't, or couldn't budge.

"I can't help the way I am, the way I was brought up!" she'd said the last time we had words about the impasse. "You knew where I was coming from on this before we got married. I made it abundantly clear!"

"I was hoping you'd change, that I...or experience would open your eyes. Do you really think God cares what we do in the privacy of our bedroom as man and wife? Where in the Bible does it say, 'Thou shalt not have oral sex?'"

"Don't you talk like that! It's wicked."

"Only with people like your family." I'd taken Laura's hands in mind and gotten her to look at me. "Maybe it would be easier for you if we moved away. There's that law firm in Seattle that was really interested in both of us."

"You mean the man who spoke to us at that conference was undressing me with his eyes. Or didn't you notice?"

"Honey, you're a very beautiful woman. How else do you expect men to respond?"

"With propriety! Do women drool over men whenever they see a good-looking one?"

I was about to say that in my experience, yes, but decided that wouldn't help the conversation. Instead I put my foot in it another way.

"Can you honestly tell me you've never looked at another male in your entire life and didn't have a single impure thought?"

Laura had looked at me, turned on her heel, went into our bedroom and locked the door. I'd slept in the guest room that night.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

When I arrived home late on Sunday, the house was empty. Laura left a note that she'd taken a last-minute drive up to visit to her folks, so I had the evening to brood over our problems. I certainly could have tripped the light fantastic with that nymphet Cindy with Laura being none the wiser.

Saturday night, I'd been ready to jump Cindy's bones, no doubt about it.

It was time things came to a head for good or ill. I couldn't go on with things the way they were.

The funny thing was, I felt that underlying all the hang-ups, she was a really sensual woman. I've always felt that you can always tell a lot about a woman by the way she walks. Even though Laura didn't own any clothes that I would call "overtly sexy", she did like nice clothes and the view from behind was often nothing short of hair-raising, especially if she was in a good mood. No woman who could swing her hips like that could be so completely uninterested in sex.

I watched her over the course of the next week. It was nasty at work with lots of hours for both of us. On the one night we were home at a decent hour with nothing to do in our home offices, we were too tired to do anything but fall asleep during a movie. 

On Friday night, I decided to knock off early, shopped on the way home, and when Laura arrived at 6:30, I had her favorite dinner well on its way to being ready: paella.

"What's the occasion?" Laura asked, smiling.

"We've both been working far too hard. I finished with the Vacuumax contract today, so I came home. For the rest of the weekend, business is out of bounds." I handed her a glass of white wine. "Take this, go upstairs and soak in the tub for awhile. You look like you need it. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

Normally, one glass of wine is all she'll have, and seldom will she drink before dinner. But I'd gauged the situation correctly, and her exhaustion won out. Laura took a sip, proclaimed the wine "very good" (It had better be. The bottle of Pouilly Fuisse had set me back 80 bucks.) and headed upstairs to the bathroom, where she'd find several candles I'd lit and some of her favorite music on the CD player.

I purposely stayed away so I wouldn't be tempted by her naked body. Half an hour later, I called up the stairs and Laura surprised me by coming down the stairs in just her bathrobe and slippers. She looked much more relaxed that she had when she'd arrived home.

The paella, piled high with seafood looked magnificent, smelled great and tasted even better. Over dinner, I poured a glass of a very expensive red wine from our carafe and offered it to her.

Laura looked at me. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"No, hon, just relaxed. You've had a rough week."

"I have," she said, and took it.

After dinner, we went to the living room and I had a movie cued up that we'd both talked about seeing when it was in the theaters and somehow had never found the time. While it was on, I took Laura's feet onto my lap and gave her a massage that soon had her groaning in pleasure.

But that's as far as we got with my little seduction scene. I'd played it many times before in my bachelor days and it had never failed until I'd run into Laura. Set everything up right, make sure not to grab, and every time previously, the woman had come on to me. Not so with my wife.

That wasn't to say that my wife wasn't grateful. She told me so many times that evening, and as we got ready for bed, she even made mention that tomorrow was Saturday and she was going to show me her appreciation if I wanted. Was the Pope Catholic?

Next morning, her idea of a "showing her appreciation" was to actually walk out of the bathroom naked and lie on the bed next to me, at which time I tried once again to widen her sexual horizons, was rebuffed firmly and ended up leaving the room before I exploded. The remainder of the weekend was strained to say the least.

While taking a solitary walk that afternoon, I decided that there was only one thing left to do, an all or nothing at all approach that would either save our marriage or end it -- in flames. Hell, I might even go to jail.

Shows what a severe case of blue balls will do to even an intelligent man's judgement!

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As the next week passed, I thought my plan over, how best to approach everything that would or could happen, what I should say, how I should respond to the inevitable things Laura might say. Basically, I laid the whole thing out the way I would a particularly difficult legal assignment. Part way through, I realized stupidly that I would be dealing with a real person and very raw emotions, and that no matter what I planned, the whole thing could go right out the window at any moment. This wasn't a legal problem. In effect, I'd be flying blind. Still, I planned. Forewarned is forearmed, after all.

Taking Friday off, I spent the day buying things, putting them together while all the time my mind was going a hundred miles an hour and my palms were sweaty from nerves.

Around 1:00, the phone rang.

"James?" Laura said, "I called the office and they said you'd told them you were sick. What's going on? You didn't tell me anything about that this morning."

"I, ah, started feeling sick to my stomach on the way downtown. So I called them and turned around to come home."

"Are you feeling really bad, my poor lamb? I could probably come home."

"No, no. Actually, I'm feeling a lot better. I don't know what it was. Maybe I've been drinking too much coffee lately or ate something bad."

"Well, I'll come home early so I can take care of you."

"No, really, Laura, I'm fine. Come home when you planned."

"Well, all right, but promise you'll call me if you start to feel bad again."

"I promise."

Big bullet dodged there! True, she did call me at the office once or twice a week, but she'd said she had to be in court this morning, so I hadn't bothered to cover my tracks very well.

With the knowledge that she could still come home early, I began to work as fast as I could. There was a delivery coming and the last thing I needed was for that package to show up at the same time my wife did, but again I was lucky. The delivery guy showed up shortly after 2:00.

I did a quick check over on what I ordered and everything seemed to be shipshape with it. Considering the cost, that was something I would have expected. Putting it all together and ready in case I should decide to use it that night, I stowed it in the guest room closet where it would be handy, then covered it up with a sheet.

By 4:30, I was a bundle of nerves. All the things that could go wrong began to crowd in on me. Looking at Laura's photo on my desk as I sat after pouring a large single malt Scotch, I thought to myself, Faint heart never won fair lady, and raised my glass in a solitary toast to success.

She pulled into the garage at 5:15, proof that she was still concerned about me. She normally didn't arrive home until at least an hour later. I was waiting behind the door of the guest room, ready to make my move.

"James, it's me!" she said as she came in, putting her attache case down on the counter. "Are you feeling any better? I'll be right up."

I heard her go into the downstairs powder room, then shortly come out and walk into the den.

"Where are you?"

"In the guest room."

She walked in the door and stopped, not seeing me.

Moving up silently behind her, I grabbed one wrist, clicked it into the handcuffs I had in my hand, and 3 seconds later had the other secured as well. Laura barely had time to react. I'd done a lot of practice on my own wrist and it had paid off.

"James!" she said, as she turned her head, "what—"

That's as far as she got before I shoved the ball gag in her mouth and fastened it in back of her head.

It wasn't until I started to put the blindfold on her that she began to react. There was real fear in her eyes as she struggled with me.

I leaned into her ear. "I'm not going to hurt you, Laura. You have to trust me." I said to myself, I also hope you can forgive me.

I keep myself in pretty good shape, but I still had my hands full. I didn't want to hurt her as she kicked and tried to move away, but I didn't want her to hurt herself either. Grabbing Laura around the upper body, I wrestled her to the floor. She landed a good kick on my left shin that made my eyes water, but I finally got her down onto her stomach.

Using a strap with velcro, I quickly bound her ankles and knees, then got to my feet.

It was then I realized she was crying.

I crouched down next to her and said again, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry I have to do this the way I am. Try to calm down."

With that, I picked her up and placed her on the bed.

Once I had her arms secured to the bed with more velcro straps, I began to take her clothes off. Laura began struggling again and I was very glad I used the ball gag. I got the feeling she would have screamed the house down.

The only casualty of the evening was the silk blouse and the bra she was wearing. Both had to be cut off since I didn't want to risk unstrapping her arms. Her strength had caught me off guard and my throbbing shin reminded me her feet were equally dangerous.

Five minutes later, though, I had her just the way I wanted. Removing the ball gag after telling her it would go right back in again if she made too much noise, Laura asked through her sobs, "Why are you doing this to me? Please let me go."

I sat down next to her and stroked her hair. She flinched almost as if I'd struck her.

"Laura, ever since I met you, I've wanted to share something very special with you, but you've always shut me out. I think it's caused us both a lot of pain."

"I've tried to be a good wife. I've never refused you."

"You've never refused to let me stick my cock in you, you mean. There are a lot of other things involved in lovemaking, though, and everyone of those you've denied to me. Tonight I'm going to show you. That's why I'm doing this."

"If you let me go, I'll do anything you want."

"No, Laura, I don't think you will. Now, you can lie there and enjoy this, or you can lie there and fight this, but either way, it's going to happen."

"But I have to use the john!"

"Sorry, Laura, you'll just have to pee on the bed. I'll clean you up after if I have to."

"James, if you don't release me this minute, our marriage is over!"

At that point I left the room for a few minutes, going into our bedroom to take off my clothes. Actually, now that things were underway, I was eager to begin and I had everything ready, but I wanted Laura to be off balance, unsure of what I was up to.

Waiting out in the hallway, I heard her call for me after about 3 minutes. Another 10 minutes passed with several more calls, some angry-sounding, some worried before I tiptoed back into the room. She was struggling silently, trying to loosen the straps that held her spread open and pinned to the bed.

Picking up an ostrich feather, I leaned over, touching her cheek with it. She gasped in shock.

"What is that?"

"Does it matter?" I replied softly as I continued to stroke her face with it. "Just know that I love you very much and that I'm doing this for both of us."

"Let me go. Please, James, let me go," she repeated.

"All in good time, my dear, all in good time."

At that point, I stopped responding to her entreaties and put the feather to very good use on every part of her body -- except the naughty ones. They'd wait before they'd get anything more than the accidental swipe of a passing feather.

By the light of the bedside lamp I watched her body for any signs of arousal or enjoyment. The first time I flicked across one nipple on my way down to her right hip, she gasped, and it began to swell and tighten. She'd stopped speaking after a few minutes and I wondered what was going on in her head.

Feeling that the time was right to move forward, I began using the feather very lightly on the inner part of her legs. Near her left knee, I must have touched something sensitive because she jerked and mumbled, "Tickles."




The Reluctant Wife Ch. 01



I knew from experience that when people are tense, they tend to be more ticklish, but a few minutes later, I tried the inside of Laura's other knee and this time she sighed gently.

Moving very slowly and lightly, I ran the feather farther up her left inner thigh towards the golden treasure between her legs. She took a breath and held it as the feather approached.

When I ran it up one lip and down the other, she spoke, "Don't!"

My answer was one word: "Why?"

"Because it's wrong."

"Who says?"

She seemed to think for a moment. "Everyone."

"I don't see how you can say that."

"Well, everyone who is decent."

"Why don't you add 'Godfearing'?"

"How dare you belittle my beliefs!"

"You seem to have no trouble discounting all of mine."

"That's because they're wrong!"

"Round and round we go," I said, and decided once again to stop answering.

Putting down the feather, I took a bottle of massage oil, poured some on my hands and rubbed them hard to warm it up. Kneeling on the bed, I took Laura's raised left foot and began kneading and stroking.

In the past, I'd tried a good massage to see if I could get my wife to loosen up (ha!) and while she responded, she couldn't seem to just let go. Tonight she didn't have a choice. Maybe that had been my mistake all along.

I knew her feet were sensitive and having massaged many women in my life (and having been coached by a master), I knew what signs to watch for and where those little erogenous zones were hidden. As I worked first one foot, then the other, Laura relaxed a bit.

Moving up her right calf, she was beginning to breathe more rapidly and her cheeks were flushed. When I stuck a slippery forefinger in the fold behind her knee, she raised her leg a bit to give me better access. She'd been silent for several minutes now, concentrating through her body on what I was doing.

I slid around next to her, poured some more oil on my hands and began to work her shoulders. From past experience kissing it, I knew that her neck was a big turn on for her, so I stroked that gently, first with just my fingertips, then using my whole hand. She continued to lie there silently, but I could tell she was enjoying what I was doing.

Gradually, I worked down to her chest, but avoided her breasts. The room was quite warm, so I knew the hardness of her nipples was due to desire and not temperature.

In the past, especially at certain times of the month, Laura would occasionally allow me to go a little farther, and I was pretty sure I had chosen the correct day. This was born out when I final slid both of my oily hands onto her breasts. She sighed and arched her back pressing them into my palms, the nipples feeling like hard little erasers.

After a few minutes of rubbing and gentle squeezing, I took each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers, and began squeezing, twisting and pulling.

"Don't."

"Why?"

She didn't answer but did tense up again. 

Only once before had she let me go this far, and only for a few moments. We'd been out to a party and Laura had actually had three glasses of champagne and was all giggly on the ride home. Once there, she jumped in the shower and actually appeared in the doorway nude before asking me to please turn out the light. She looked like every man's wet dream: tall, leggy, beautiful upturned breasts, a flat stomach and that golden treasure between her legs.

"You're an absolutely gorgeous woman," I had told her as she slid into bed next to me. "Why don't you let me see you more often?"

"Love me, James," was her only reply.

It was the best time we'd ever had in bed. She let me play with her breasts for quite some time and even let me stroke her pussy a bit. When I tried to insert a finger into her to massage her G-spot, she put her hand on mine and gently pulled it away.

"Love me. I'm ready," she said.

And she was very wet as I slid in with one smooth stroke, something I could seldom do. Lying on the covers as we were and with the bathroom light still providing some illumination, I could watch as she moved underneath me. Our lovemaking was intense, but quiet and restrained. She didn't have an orgasm but I felt she had really enjoyed what we'd done.

Next morning, she wouldn't look at me and it was more than two weeks before she'd consent to having sex again. I couldn't get her to talk about it, and quite frankly, by that time I had been getting pretty fed up. But she had shown me something that night that gave a glimmer of hope to saving our marriage.

Now, with her tied to the bed, helpless and under my control, I simply kept on stimulating her, despite her protests, cajoling and threats. My efforts were being rewarded by the flush on her face expanding down her neck and out onto her upper chest. Shortly after, the delightful musky odor of a sexually excited woman filled the room. Looking down, I saw that the outer lips of her pussy had begun to swell and part. Inside, the pink blush matched that farther above on her body. It was time to move to the next phase of my plan.

Grabbing a towel I'd placed on the bedside table, I gently wiped the oil from Laura's body, doing it as quickly as I could so that her arousal wouldn't back off too far.

I positioned myself on my stomach between her upraised and spread legs and kissed the inside of her left thigh. Using my fingertips, I began stroking each thigh in light, swirling motions, gradually moving up towards her pussy. She began breathing more shallowly and was moving her head back and forth. I figured she had the wrong idea about what I was up to.

A few times I "accidentally" touched her labia. The first time she jumped, but the subsequent times, Laura sighed. Her hips now were also moving in small thrusting motions. I wondered what was going on in her head. It had been many minutes since she'd last spoken.

Finally, I opened her lips, using both hands. Inside she was fragrant and very juicy, the moisture flowing down the crack of her magnificent ass. My wife was ready to be fucked.

I had other plans.

"What are you doing?" she cried out as I kissed her open pussy. As my tongue drew up the length of her slit, she added, "Please don't, James. Don't do that to me. You know how I feel about it. It's filthy!"

"Nonsense," was my answer as I continued to ravage her with my lips and tongue.

I've been told by most women that I've slept with that I give terrific head. I was taught by a master and it's something that I love doing which might explain my success. Knowing how to read the woman's responses, when to go fast, slow, change what I'm doing, all can be read -- if you know what signs to look for.

That night, I was intensely interested in doing the best job I could. I wanted Laura's first time to be something she always remembered, regardless of what transpired in our marriage afterwards.

To be truthful, she resisted for quite a long time, demanding that I stop immediately, that what I was doing to her was wicked. Eventually, though, she gave in, and her moans, the twitching of her legs and the thrusting of her hips told me that she was enjoying what I was doing.

Her clitoris, now that I had it at my mercy, proved to be wonderful. I'd barely ever seen it, but that little nub was quite suckable and every time I swirled my tongue or lips over it, Laura would gasp and quiver.

Several times, I brought her as close to the edge as I dared, backing off for a few minutes, then starting in again. Each time I took her a little closer, until finally, she was literally going nuts. Her hips were flailing, her head moving back and forth feverishly, and gasps and groans issuing from her mouth every time I gave her clit some attention. Laura had long since forgotten that what I was doing to her was perverted.

When she gripped handfuls of the coverlet on the bed as I worked her towards another peak, I knew it was time to put her out of her exquisite misery. This time I enveloped her clit with my lips and began sucking gently and rhymically, teasing it out completely out from under its hood.

With one final, harder suck, my wife exploded, literally, all over my face. I had been with one other squirter in my life and she told me that when one occurs, it can be a life-transforming experience. If that's the case, then Laura's life must have changed big time. She must have ejaculated a half cup of her juices into my face.

Her body went rigid as this guttural groan came out of her mouth and the juices shot out. She must have thrashed for a good ten seconds as I tried to hold her clit in my mouth, desperately following the spasms that shook her body. After that, every time I squeezed my lips, she'd have another minor eruption, until finally she croaked, "Please, no more. I can't take it."

I sat back on my heels and looked down at her. Laura's body was bathed in sweat and her chest was heaving, eyes closed, as she lay there recovering. I went down the hall to the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth to wipe her face. She was still panting from the after effects.

"Please let me go."

"Not just yet, my love."

"Let me go now!"

"There's more we need to do."

"I'm worn out. Let me go."

I lay down next to her and began stroking her upper body again. Her body soon betrayed her as the unmistakable signs of growing arousal began again. This time, I ravaged her breasts and nipples with my mouth, purposely being more rough than I needed to be. If she was really getting turned on, she wouldn't complain -- and she didn't.

When she was ready, I opened bedside table on my side, and pulled out a rabbit vibrator I'd bought that morning, one of those beauties that vibrates and moves, all at infinite adjustment. The girl in the store had told me it was the best and they sold so many they could barely keep them in stock.

Even though Laura was well-lubricated, I put a bit on the tip of the rabbit so that it would slip inside her easily. Kneeling between her legs again, I could tell she was expecting me to mount her, but I knew I wouldn't last long considering how worked up this was getting me. She looked so beautiful and vulnerable and so completely desirable, I knew I wouldn't last more than a minute or two. For the next part of my plan to work, Laura needed to get a very thorough fucking, one that would stimulate her every nerve. I could have used the new contraption that had arrived that afternoon which was reputed to be the ultimate orgasm-producing machine for women, but I didn't think she was ready for that yet.

When the penis end of the rabbit touched her inner lips right at her opening, she was obviously ready for penetration because she rocked her hips back presenting herself to me. Laura was too far gone in her sexual haze to remember that this sort of thing was supposedly repugnant to her.

At first, I think she thought it was me, but as the dildo part began to disappear into her, she suddenly put her head up, seemingly trying to see through the blindfold.

"What is that?"

"Shhh. Don't worry. Just lie back and enjoy."

"It feels so cold and hard."

"In a few moments, you'll forget all about that."

Laura kept her head up until I slide the rabbit completely inside and the soft little bunny ears had contacted where her clit had retreated under its hood again. That's when I turned it on, slow at first, but going relentlessly faster as I cranked it up.

Angling the handle down, I forced the vibrating head of the rabbit up into Laura's G-Spot and the results were most gratifying. Under the triple stimulation of her clit, G-Spot and vaginal ring, my beautiful wife was soon in an upward spiral of exquisite torture. This time she said nothing and I had the added advantage of being able to observe every twitch her luscious body made.

Her next orgasm slammed her at barely three minutes in. I slowed the rabbit for a good minute, then ramped up the vibration and movement again. Three minutes later, another orgasm shook her body to its roots, than another and another. With the last, she again ejaculated. At that point I could tell she'd had it.

Taking the rabbit out, I stood it on end on the night table. Laura lay there trembling from what I'd just put her through.

I knelt between her legs, unfastening her ankles from the foot of the bed. This still left straps around her upper thighs that kept her legs back and open. Gripping her west I moved her several inches up on the bed.

"What are you going to do to me now?" she asked.

"The question is, Laura, what are you going to do now?" I put my rock hard erection against her opening. "If you want my cock inside you, all you have to do is push your body down onto it. If you finally want a real cock, you can make it happen. Time to make a decision."

This was the really big test. Would she make the move? She'd never been the one to do that. I'd always had to mount her and stick it in. I don't think she'd even touched my penis more than a handful of times -- usually by accident.

I had to wait an agonizing minute until Laura gripped the coverlet and forced the head of my cock inside her. With another shift of her body, the remaining inches slid in. Then it was my turn.

I didn't last long, but I gave her a good hard fucking and she held onto that coverlet and met me thrust for thrust, grunting with exertion . She didn't have time to work up to another, but I got the feeling from the reaction of her body that she enjoyed it. I came so hard I felt faint.

Staying on my knees between her pulled back legs, I enjoyed the sensation of her velvet grip, wondering suddenly whether I'd ever feel it again.

I'd done what I could to show her a path we could take together, one I honestly felt would make our union stronger and our lives far more enjoyable. Unfortunately, we'd also crossed several boundaries of her deeply held beliefs. Would she make that jump?

"I really do have to visit the bathroom now," she said in a soft voice. "Would you please unfasten me and take off this wretched blindfold?"

The blindfold came off first and she lay blinking rapidly at the brightness of the light.

"You actually watched me through this whole ordeal?"

I ignored the word "ordeal" and answered, "Watching your lovely body was one of the best parts."

An odd look crossed her face and I couldn't tell if it was repulsion or puzzlement. Maybe it was both.

With four quick motions, the straps holding Laura to the bed were released and she was free to go.

"Will you come back and talk when you're through in the bathroom?"

She didn't say anything as she sat up, stretched her arms, then left the room. Going down the hall to our bedroom, she shut the door and I heard the distinct click of the lock being thrown. The shower ran for many minutes, then the sounds of her getting ready for bed.

"Laura," I said tapping on the door. "Please let me in. We need to talk."

There was no answer and I saw from the sliver of light under the door when she turned off the light. Sadly, I returned back to the guest room, changed the drenched sheets and slept alone.

Next morning, when I got up, Laura had gone. On the kitchen table was a note.

"Jim,

I'm appalled by what you did to me last night. I have to go away for awhile and think about where we go from here. I'd suggest you do the same. I will send you an email when I get to where I'm going, so you'll know I'm all right, but don't expect more than that. I'm sorry. At the moment, I just cannot bring myself to face you.

Think about what you did.

Laura"



The Reluctant Wife Ch. 02



This story won't make much sense if you haven't read the first part, so I urge you to check that out, then read this. Enjoy.

*

Thursday. Six days gone, and other than a quick email on Saturday telling me that she'd got to where she was going, I hadn't heard a peep from Laura. No word as to where she was or why she was there.

I was loathe to call her folks because I couldn't think of any way to ask if she was there or if they knew where she'd gone. That would have opened a can of worms I really didn't want to open.

She'd asked me to think about what I'd done, and I'd spent almost every waking moment doing just that. It had certainly gotten in my way at work. One of the other junior members of the firm had taken to calling me Space Cadet and it was only a matter of time until one of the senior partners heard about the sudden downturn in my work performance. I was the guy on the fast track and there were lots of people behind me who'd like nothing more than to slow down my progress. I had to try to pull myself together.

But where the hell had Laura gone?

About mid-afternoon, Cindy bounced her way to my desk. She had on a sweater and skirt that left little to the imagination and was JUST this side of being inappropriately dressed for a law office. All the guys had been ogling her most of the day.

"Hey, James," she said, parking her behind on the corner of my desk, "Charlie has been saying all morning that he thinks you're losing it. What's up?"

She leaned farther over the desk, her boobs practically falling out of the sweater.

I squeezed my eyes shut and I'm sure she noticed. "Nothing. I think I've got some sort of stomach bug and we're so busy, I don't dare take any time off. I'll be all right."

Cindy's voice took on a seductive huskiness. "You haven't had a chance to reconsider my offer, have you? I could take you home and nurse you back to health."

At the mention of the word "nurse", we both looked down at her ample breasts.

"No. I just need to make it through tomorrow and then I'm going to do nothing this weekend except to try to get better."

"Isn't your wife taking care of you?"

"She's pretty busy, too. Like I said, we're going to take the weekend and lay low."

Cindy grinned. "Laying low sounds great to me. Actually, laying any way sounds great to me. If she doesn't take care of you, do us both a favor and call me."

With that she wiggled that fine little butt of hers out of my office. I put my head down on my arms.

Maybe I was being a fool. Maybe I was backing the losing horse in this race.

As I drove home to another long and lonely night, I thought for the hundredth time about what I'd done the previous week. I still felt that I'd had no choice. If I'd done nothing, nothing would have gotten better. We'd talked around and around the problem for over a year with no progress. Laura was just not willing to even entertain the THOUGHT of changing her ways. She'd needed something to shake her up and I'd given her that.

Each night I'd come home, it had been with the hope that I might see some lights on, might not come home to a cold and empty house. Tonight was no different, except that snow had started to fall. They were predicting a big dump, the kind you get to expect in January in Chicago. Maybe I'd have the perfect excuse to stay home tomorrow. An extra day off would certainly help me get my head back together.

Going to the fridge, I got out a frozen pasta dinner, third one this week. With the door still held open by my right hand, I considered whether to open a bottle of wine or pour myself some scotch on the rocks. The scotch won out and I grabbed a handful of cubes and slammed the door shut.

The glass was a crystal one, part of a set that had been a wedding present from my secretary. The ice made an inviting tinkle as I tossed in the cubes. After putting the pasta in the microwave, I wandered off to my office to fill my glass with liquid memory wiper.

Tonight was the time to forget. Tomorrow would be the time to move on.

Booting up my laptop, I stared at the screen as it went through the warm up sequence, a gulp of scotch boring a warming hole in my stomach. With another gulp, I put it down and checked my email for about the fiftieth time that day. Usual junk mail, a funny email from my brother, but not a peep from the person I needed most to hear from. Was she gone for good? Maybe someone would show up at the door and serve me with the divorce papers. If she really wanted to be cruel, she'd do it when I was at work.

I picked up my scotch and wandered out to the kitchen after the microwave alert sounded for the third of fourth time. Five minutes after I'd finished eating it, I couldn't have told you what kind of pasta it was.

The Bulls were playing that night, so I flipped on the TV and tried to switch off my brain.

The ringing phone jolted me out of an extended doze. I looked at the clock on the wall: 9:30.

"Yeah?"

There was silence for a couple of heartbeats and then Laura's voice, "James?"

"That's me."

"Your voice sounds strange."

"Really? I can't imagine why."

Silence again. 

I had to pull myself together. This was not the way to start what could be our last civil conversation.

"I'm sorry, Laura. I'd dozed off and I'm not quite awake." I'd also had two pretty healthy drinks. "Where are you?"

"Chicago. My plane just got in. They've closed O'Hare and there isn't a cab to be had anywhere."

"Would you like me to pick you up?"

"That sort of was the idea."

I got up and looked out the window. The snow was coming down really hard, and there was a stiff wind whipping it around.

"It might take me awhile."

"I'll wait."

"I'll call your cell when I'm out front. What airline?"

"United. Don't rush, though. It's pretty miserable out."

"See you soon."

She clicked off without a further word. I felt like I should toss a coin. Heads I win, tails I lose. Her voice and words had told me nothing.

Laura maybe thinks too much. I marveled at how often she'd mull something over about twice as long as any normal human, but she would always come up with the right answer. Question was, what would be the correct answer for her this time?

Coming from northern New York State, I'm used to driving in bad snow, but that night I was at the edge of my ability. Fortunately, most sane people had believed the weather man and gone home for the night, so the expressway was not all that crowded. Still, it took twenty minutes longer than usual to make the trip to O'Hare.

Laura was standing at one of the windows as I drove up. I barely had time to get out of the car before she was at the curb with her overnight bag.

"Hi," I said. "Welcome back."

Her face was unreadable. "Thanks for coming out."

As I put her bag in the back seat, I asked casually, "Am I taking you home?"

Her voice sounded strained as she answered, "I'm not sure. Maybe a hotel would be easier."

"Is that going to be a room for one or two?"

"You're not making this any easier."

"Who said it had to be easy, Laura? We need to talk, and I don't care if we do it at home, in a hotel or even out here."

A small grin flashed across Laura's face as she brushed some of the blowing snow off her hair. "Somehow standing out here doesn't really appeal to me.

I held open the car door for her. She stopped for a moment when part way in, and I thought she was going to say something, but she looked down and slipped all the way into the car.

"Why don't I take you to one of the airport hotels? I don't think it would be wise to go all the way downtown tonight."

Laura put her hand on mine where it rested on the stick shift. "Take me home, Jim. Okay?"

I kept my face as blank as I could manage. "Sure. Anything you want."

We said about ten words during the trip.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Laura actually asked for a glass of wine when we got home. I brought it to her in the living room. She'd parked herself on one of the sofas. I chose the other across the room from her, another scotch in my hand. Each of us sat sipping our drinks and it was obvious that neither wanted to start things off.

Not one to wait too long, I opened. "Where did you go?"

Laura looked down into her wine glass. "To see someone I haven't seen in years."

"And where was that?"

"California. She lives in California now."

"Care to tell me about it?"

I stared at her and I knew she felt it.

Laura took a long swallow, bigger than was her want.

"When I was younger, I was very close to my cousin. Her name is Amy and she's a year older than me. As children, we were inseparable. I thought that she would be the best person to talk to about...about what happened...between us."

"How come you've never before mentioned this cousin you were so close to?"

Laura swallowed the final bit of wine in her glass. I crossed the room to re-fill it.

"Thanks. I haven't seen Amy for over ten years. She was, for want of a better word, expelled from our family."

"Why?"

"Well, that's a long story. She did something bad. And...it involved me."

"Then why weren't you thrown out, too?"

"Because I took my punishment and Amy wouldn't."

"So what does Amy do now?"

"She's a minister."

I had just taken a sip of my scotch and immediately choked on it. Laura sat looking at me as I coughed, her thoughts obviously turned inward.

Finally, I could speak. "You went to your cousin the minister to tell her your problems?"

"I didn't know she was a minister until I got out there. I just flew San Diego and showed up at her door."

"Okay, so what did you say to her?"

"I told her all about what's come between us, how you've become frustrated with me and about what you did."

I nodded, figuring the axe was about to fall on our marriage. "And what did she say?"

"A lot of things. Mostly that I was being unreasonable."

THAT surprised me. "Unreasonable?"

"It started off sounding a lot like what her mother might have said about men and sex."

A light bulb went on in my head. "Let me get this straight: Amy is your Aunt Jane's daughter?"

Laura nodded. "You can imagine what it would have been like having someone like Aunt Jane for your mother. Amy was always wild, always getting in trouble, and often putting me on the hot seat, too. Anyway, she started out just like her mom, then part way through, she stopped and told me, 'Does all this garbage make sense to you? That the love between a man and a woman shouldn't also be manifested physically? If the Good Lord didn't want us to enjoy sex, why did he give us orgasms, make women available most of the year and give us clitoris'? Answer that!'

"To say the least, I was very surprised. My cousin always could throw me for a loop. I've had things happen in the past that I just haven't been able to emotionally get around. When I start responding to you physically, I just shut down. I know it's crazy, but that's the way it is. Intellectually, I know that it's stupid, but I can't get around it emotionally.

"Amy told me she became a minister so that she could help people, um, like me, people who would never go to a sex therapist. 'I have two elderly parishioners who have been married 50 years and never had an orgasm until she showed them how. She thinks that's a tragedy.

"The main thing Amy told me was that I should...tell you everything. That it might help you understand why I'm the way I am."

"And all of this took nearly a week?"

"There was a lot to talk about. "We would have a good excuse not to go into work in the morning. Settling back, I nodded at Laura and said, "Then why don't you tell me what you want to?"

Laura had also looked out the window and knew what I was thinking. Taking another long drink, she then put the glass down. She'd consumed two glasses of wine in less than twenty minutes, a first for her as far as I knew. When we'd met, she'd hardly ever drank and she never did when visiting her parents.

"One day we were sitting up in my bedroom. Amy started talking about boys, something she'd been doing more and more as we got older. We both had almost no experience with them since neither of our parents would ever consider allowing us to date. Naturally though, we were curious, but I was nothing like my cousin. That day, though, she had a magazine."

Laura actually was blushing as she related what had happened. She really was too much.

"What was the magazine?" I asked, although I thought I knew.

"It was filled with photos of people doing all sorts of...things. Men with women, and some of women with women.

"My parents had gone into town for the day, so although I was nervous, I didn't make her put it away. I think now she wouldn't have cared if we'd gotten caught."

"What did you think of the photos?"

"I thought they were disgusting, of course." Then Laura stopped and looked down at her lap. "But they were also interesting."

"So what happened?"

"One of the photos showed a women and she was touching herself, you know, between her legs. We looked at that one for a long time. She had such a dreamy, faraway expression on her face. Amy asked me if I'd ever done that."

"And you were shocked."

She nodded. "Very. I'd never even considered it. I was aware that if I rode my bike a certain way, I'd get this pleasurable sensation down there, but I never thought about it more than that. Anyway, I asked Amy if she had, and she got this big smile on her face. 'Yes! Several times since I got that magazine. You should try it, Laura. It's really amazing!'

"I told her I didn't think I should. It wasn't something proper people did, but she kept at me. Finally, she said that she wanted to do it even if I was going to be a stick in the mud. I left the room. Sitting on my brothers' bed, I was hoping she'd get the message and leave when I heard a moan come from my room. I thought something was wrong, so I went back to my room.

"Amy was lying there with her dress hiked up and her underwear off. She had her legs spread and pulled back and she was rubbing herself furiously.

"'So you do want to watch,' she sighed.

"'You groaned. I thought something was wrong.'

"'No, no. I groaned because I was getting close. Oh Laura, it feels so good, so good!'

"With that she had an orgasm, but I didn't know what it was at the time. About the only thing I knew about sex was that the baby came out of women's vaginas and that all boys were bad because they wanted to stick their things in there and make girls pregnant. I guess you think that's pretty pathetic."

I actually thought it was pretty sad, but I knew that Laura had been sent to a private religious school the elders of her church ran, and while they'd generally given the kids a good education, they'd obviously left out some rather important things. Did they honestly expect their students to live in a vacuum?

"This is very hard for you, isn't it?" I asked.

Laura nodded. "Amy said that I should tell you, so I am. She's very wise."

"Okay. Continue then."

"Amy straightened up her clothes and left shortly after. My bedroom smelled funny, a musky odor. So I threw open the window and tried to air it out. I thought it had come from Amy, but I wasn't sure. It...it excited me for some reason.

"I was curious at what I'd seen and thought about it the rest of the day. That night when I went to bed, I'd found that she'd left her magazine under my pillow. I remember being very angry because my mother might have found it and I knew there'd have been hell to pay if she had.

"But you looked at it, didn't you?"

Laura dropped her head and nodded, blushing furiously. I thought she looked enchanting.

"I hid under my covers and looked at it with a flashlight. I also tried doing what Amy had done in the afternoon. It felt sort of good, but nothing happened to me like it happened to her.

"The next day, Amy came over after her chores and asked if I'd looked at the magazine, and whether I'd tried playing with myself, as she put it. I admitted I had, but that it hadn't worked. I told her I thought there was something wrong with me.

"She laughed and said that as soon as the coast was clear, she'd show me what I was doing wrong. I gave her back the book, because I was scared it would be found...and...it made me think about bad things."

I nodded, feeling that I was finally beginning to understand my wife. Better late than never.

"First of all, my dear, they aren't 'bad things'. That's what I've been trying to tell you all these months. But I'm also curious: if you didn't know anything about sex, how did you know they were bad?"

"We'd always been told that nakedness was a sin, that the only time we should be naked was when we bathed. When I was very little, my mother caught me, you know, looking at myself down there and she spanked me very hard and said I should never, ever do that again."

I kept my face studiously blank, but it wasn't easy. "So what happened next?"

"I think it was five days later, our parents had to go into Madison. They'd be gone all day. Amy said she'd be over right after they left. I was really, really nervous, but also curious. I'd spent hours that one night looking at the photos in Amy's naughty magazine -- as she called it.

"We went up to my room as soon as she arrived. Amy had on a loose summer dress and I still had my PJs on. 'Now I think we should both take all our clothes off,' she said. I told her I couldn't do that. Shamelessly, she drew the dress up over her head. She'd come over with just the dress and her sneakers on. When she saw the expression on my face, she burst out laughing.

"You have to understand that Amy is a very beautiful woman, and the complete opposite of me. I'm tall; she's short. I'm blonde; her hair is almost black. I'm shy and she's anything but.

"'Look, Laura,' she said as I stood there gawping at her. You can't do this if you can't get at things. At least take your bottoms off.'

"I could see the sense in that, so I did. The top hid some of my nakedness, at least. She lay down on my bed and pulled her knees up. 'Have you ever looked at what you have down here?' she asked as she open herself up with one hand. 'This is the part you want to rub, but you have to be moist or it doesn't feel good.'

"'Moist?' I asked. 'Do you mean with water?'

"'No, silly! Something slippery, so your finger slides over the skin right here.' She touched herself, well, you know where, I suppose.

"She dipped into her opening and I noticed that it was wet. 'I use this. That's what it's there for, well, among other things.'

"'Where did you learn all this, and where did you get the magazine?' I asked.

"'From Billy's brother. He wanted to watch me do it, but I got scared and, well, I think he did, too. He told me I could keep the magazine if I promised not to tell anyone. You know what his dad's like.'

"'Looking at Amy lying there like that, I suddenly felt strange, sort of light-headed. My face was hot. She looked up at me. 'So, do you want to try it? I'll watch and give you pointers. Come on. Don't be a 'fraidy cat. It's fun and it feels REALLY good. I promise.'

"So I lay back on my pillows and she sat at the bottom of the bed. It was really weird lying there with my cousin looking at my bare bottom. I touched myself where she had and it tingled, but I wasn't wet down below.

"'You're just nervous,' Amy laughed. 'Try a little spit on your hand.'

"I did that and it did feel better, not so rough. But I WAS nervous, because I didn't get very wet. After a while, my mouth started getting dry, too, and it was harder to spit. Amy was sitting cross-legged facing me, and I could see that she was very wet. Reaching down, she scooped up some of it on her hands..."

Laura stopped talking. She still wouldn't look at me. Her eyes had been firmly downward the whole time.




The Reluctant Wife Ch. 02



"I understand that this is difficult for you, honey. You can tell me the rest later if you'd like. And I want you to know that I'm thrilled you've even let me in this far."

Then she looked up. Her face showed determination.

"No. Amy was quite surprised that I'd never told you this. 'He's your husband, for heaven's sake! You shouldn't have any secrets from him, nor he from you. That's what being married means.'"

I nodded. "Your cousin is right. If you're determined, then all right. Take your time. Tell me everything."

Laura nodded, too, and continued. "I thought she was going to wipe some of her moisture on my hand, but she shocked me when she began to stroke me herself. God help me, it felt wonderful. I knew she shouldn't be doing anything that wicked, but I couldn't bring myself to stop her. I began feeling tingly all over, but mostly down where she was rubbing me. It sounds awful, but it was really quite loving."

"It doesn't sound awful at all."

Laura frowned for a moment. "I closed my eyes and sort of floated with it. A few minutes later, Amy shifted on the bed, and my eyes shot open when I felt her begin licking me, just like one of the photos in her magazine. It was shocking, terrible. I started to push her away, but she had her hands firmly on my hips and wouldn't stop. The feelings she was giving me were indescribable, though, and I quickly gave up struggling. I knew I was lost and would go straight hell because of what we were doing, but I couldn't make myself stop her.

"I became aware of this strange musky odor around me again and realized it was coming from me, but it inflamed my senses and I could not keep my body still, rising closer and closer to something that I could not control. Suddenly, Amy stopped.

"'Noooo!' I told her. 'Don't stop. Please don't stop.'

"Amy looked up at me, grinning. 'Oh, so you like this?'

My head was spinning and I could see the seductive trap I was falling into, but Amy had played me well, getting me completely worked up for the first time in my life. 'Yes. No. Oh darn, I don't know.'

"Amy licked wetly up the length of my opening, slithering her tongue in the most lascivious way imaginable. My hips immediately started bucking uncontrollably and she had trouble holding on. There was a...center to the feelings, the place where all the warmth was coming from and Amy sucked it into her mouth. It was like what you did last weekend and I...and I just." Laura looked at me. "It was like my entire being, body and soul was being torn apart, turned into light. I remember thinking that I might be dying."

"Dying in the most exquisite way possible, I imagine." I said softly.

"You honestly believe that, don't you?"

I nodded. "Absolutely. Sex is the most wonderful thing two people can share. That's what I've been trying to make you see all these months."

"That's exactly what Amy told me, too."

"Then why don't you believe us?"

"I'm trying to!" Laura said fiercely. "Could you pour me another glass of wine?"

"Of course."

As I poured her an unprecedented third glass of wine, Laura's hand was noticeably shaking. This time I sat down next to her.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Please sit on the other sofa."

I moved as requested and downed the rest of my scotch while she took a huge gulp of her wine. Then she stood up, a trifle unsteadily.

"Amy said with no uncertainty that I should do this, that this is the way forward for me."

She began to unbutton her blouse. After undoing the cuffs, she shrugged it off her shoulders where it fell on the sofa. Next, after a hesitation, she unbuttoned her jeans (well-tailored but typically loose-fitting). Then down went the fly, and with a little wiggle, her jeans fell to the floor. She stepped out of them demurely.

Since she'd taken off her boots at the door when we'd arrived home, all Laura had left were her panties, bra and socks. She was blushing furiously. I kept silent, but my cock began coming to life in my pants.

Taking another gulp of wine, she finished off the glass and put it down on the end table a bit hard.

Under her breath, she said, "Here goes nothing," and reached around behind her back. With a shrug, her bra joined the jeans on the floor.

"Just stand there a minute," I said. "I want to look at you."

"No, let me do this last thing or I'm afraid I'll chicken out," she answered.

Laura has always worn what people call "granny underwear", overly large panties that are about as exciting as a dish towel. Tonight, she had on something new, not really very revealing but cut high on her hips and quite an improvement over her norm.

Putting her thumbs under the waistband, she slid them over her hips and down her legs, then stepped out of them. The socks were pulled off last.

Here was my ultra-conservative wife now standing stark naked in our living room and I hadn't even shut the curtains. With the amount of snow now falling, I didn't think it mattered, but in her inebriated state, she hadn't even noticed.

To say the least, she looked like a goddess: beautiful face framed by long blonde hair, about the best set of knockers I've ever seen, slim waist swelling into nicely-proportioned hips and legs that went on and on.

"You're so beautiful," I told her, my cock now swollen to the point of being uncomfortable in my slacks.

Laura smiled shyly, but I got the feeling it was all she could do to keep from bolting out of the room.

Bending over, she picked up her clothes and proceeded to fold them carefully, putting them on a nearby chair. The sight was pretty hair-raising (among other things) since she had her back to me. I wondered if she was aware of it, and possibly even playing with me. A week ago, I couldn't have imagined it, but with what she'd said tonight, I started to wonder.

She turned around suddenly. "Do you often imagine me naked?"

"Sadly, until tonight, that's mostly all I've been able to do."

Laura came over and sat across my lap. "I'm very fortunate that you've been so patient with me all these months."

I put my arms around her, holding her close. Smoothing her hair away from her ear, I said softly into it, "I've always had the feeling you'd be worth waiting for."

We began kissing, gentle at first but gaining quickly in ferocity. She took my tongue between her lips and sucked hard, almost to the point of hurting and my erection went immediately to full swell.

She pullled away and giggled. "Something underneath me tells me that you really liked that."

I was quite surprised by her comment, but decided not to make too much of it. "Mmmm. Yes," I murmured, kissing her neck.

My left arm was around Laura's shoulders, holding her up, but my right was around her waist. I began rubbing her side, gently, just using my fingertips. She shivered.

"Cold?" I asked.

"Just a little."

"Let me turn on the fireplace," I said, getting her to stand again.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

"No, Laura," I said as I flicked the switch to turn on the fireplace's gas burner. "Tonight I'm going to make love to my beautiful wife on the floor in front of the fireplace. While I'm getting our duvet, why don't you shut the curtains?

She looked towards the big bay window, her eyes huge. "Oh my gosh, I forgot all about that! I hope that the neighbors didn't see!"

"If they're male, they probably thinking they've died and gone to heaven, and if they're female, they're insanely jealous."

When I got back down with our expensive -- and very thick duvet -- Laura was just returning from the powder room.

"I'm all wet down there," she said matter of factly.

"I think you might have enjoyed your little strip tease more than you expected."

Her expression as she looked up was quite startled, as if she couldn't believe it, but there was also a delightful hint of coquettishness.

I spread the duvet in front of the fireplace and she moved over next to me.

Leaning in, she kissed me, her wet, full lips feeling like heaven. She pulled my shirt out of my slacks. "Amy said I should undress you."

"I'm really beginning to like your cousin."

We continued kissing as Laura struggled with divided attention between my buttons and my lips. I didn't help matters by beginning to gently massage her breasts, my thumbs busy rubbing her upturned, rock-hard nipples.

"Will you cut that out?" she laughed. "I'm never going to get this done!"

Taking her chin in my hand, I concentrated on just her sweet mouth, as she finally got all the buttons on my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. Next came my belt buckle and the button on my slacks. The relief on my very swollen cock as the zipper slipped down was measurable. At that point, Laura hesitated.

"Don't stop now, love. That would be too cruel."

"I've never really, you know, touched you."

"Go ahead, it won't bite. I promise."

She stepped away and pushed my slacks over my hips. They slithered to the floor. I pushed my loafers off and Laura knelt to help me get the pants off my feet. 

She grabbed my briefs and said, "Here goes nothing." My cock sprang out and almost hit her in the face. She laughed again. "I thought you said this thing isn't dangerous!"

"He's just happy to see you." 

Laura reached out and touched it with one finger. "I've looked at it a few times, you know. You've been asleep and lying on your back. It was all big and pushing up the covers."

"Why didn't you touch it then? That would have been a very nice way to wake up."

"It...well...it just felt wrong, like I wouldn't be a good person if I did things like that." Laura leaned back on her heels and continued staring at my cock. "Amy made me see how messed up I let the things in my life become, how messed up my priorities are. I'm so sorry about what I must have put you through."

"There's no need to apologize. Sometimes I've been pretty impa---"

She stood up and looked at me with her hands on her hips. "No! You're the most important thing in my life. Jim, ever since I left home, even before then, I've felt that males were always undressing me with their eyes. It made me feel, I don't know, disgusted and cheap. I was heartily sick of it, even before what happened with my cousin. What initially attracted to you was the fact that you didn't do that. But I let the bad feelings those men gave me carry over onto you, anyway. Everything was made much worse when my parents and Aunt Jane found Amy and me together---"

"WHAT?"

"No, the rest of that story is for later. I've keyed myself up for this, and I don't want to start by chickening out."

"Keyed yourself up for what?"

"For this," she said as she reached out and gripped my cock tightly.

She'd never really touched it before, and while it had softened a bit while we'd talked, it quickly sprang to attention as she ran her hand over it.

"I never realized it was so hard and yet so soft. Do you like how this feels?" Her hand swirled over the head and caught a bit of the precum that was leaking out. "What's this?"

"Men lubricate, too," I told her. "The more excited they are, the more of that you get."

"You must be very excited then," she said with a smirk.

"You can grip it tighter and pull it more firmly."

"I don't want to hurt him!"

"You'll know if you hurt him, because he'll start to shrink, either that, or you're not doing your job well enough."

"You don't mind that I don't take you into my mouth, do you? Amy said I'd like doing that, but I don't think I'm ready to go that far."

"Take your time. This feels just wonderful, hun."

We stood there for several minutes, Laura getting to know my cock and me trying to distract her with my hands again working her breasts. Now that she'd decided to be actively involved in our lovemaking, she was almost too into it. Her mouth was like a Hoover, sucking in my lips and tongue and she now had both hands working on my cock and balls. It felt divine. Finally she pulled away and lay down on the duvet I'd brought in. 

Opening her legs lewdly, she looked up with feverish eyes and said, "I'm ready for you to use your mouth on me again. Would you do that for me?" The last bit was accompanied by a delightful (and uncharacteristic) little pout.

"Gladly," I answered.

And that was the last little bit of verbal communication for nearly a half-hour as I brought her close many times, and then over the edge twice to orgasms that actually made her scream out lustily.

It was a sound finer than the best music. I couldn't believe that this was the same cold-blooded woman who'd frustrated me so much just over a week ago.

The wait had certainly been worth it.

She lay there covered in sweat and panting.

"That was even better than last week," she sighed.

"I want to make love to you now, my sweet," I told her as I rose to my knees.

"May I just lie here?"

"No. I don't want you to come down too far. Get up on your knees and face away from me with that gorgeous ass of yours up in the air."

She suddenly looked worried. "You're not going to stick your penis in my rear end, are you?"

"Only if you ask me."

"That's not going to happen."

"Okay, then my cock is going in your pussy. You don't mind if I talk like that, do you?"

Laura rolled over onto her knees. "Um, no. Actually, it's sort of exciting."

"Then tell me what you want me to do."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to fuck you?" She made a face at the harsh word. I swatted her sweet derriere. "Tell me what you want me to do, or you won't get any."

"This excites you, too?"

"Oh yes. Now tell me."

"I, ah, want you to fuck me," Laura whispered.

"That doesn't sound very convincing."

I reached down between her legs and gently rubbed up and down her slit. Her pussy was gushing with some of it actually running down her legs. Using my two middle fingers, I slid into her moist pussy and began stroking her G spot. A few minutes work had her panting heavily and trembling as she hung her head down and thrust her ass up to meet my hand.

"What are you doing to me?" she groaned.

"Making sure you go straight to the moon."

Laura started to seriously thrust back against my probing hand. Her G spot swelled and grew very pronounced and hard. 

"I feel all warm down there, Jim."

"I could be doing this with my cock, you know."

"Oh yes!" she groaned. "That would be very nice."

"Then tell me what you want."

I thought she might go off before I could get her to say it, but she finally croaked. "I want you to fuck me, Jim. Fuck me with your hard cock!"

Without delay, I quickly lined up my cock and pulled her by her waist back onto it. It sank in smoothly and we both groaned.

Wanting this to be perfect for her, I didn't plunge in the way I wanted to, but angled her body so that the head of my cock would rub on her G spot. Reaching around with my right hand, I found her hard little clit, delightfully exposed by the retracted hood.

I let Laura set the pace, moving just the way she wanted to get maximum stimulation. She had her head up now, her hair swaying as her body rocked back onto me.

"Oh, this is so good, so good," she crooned. "I love the way you feel in me. You're going to make me cum."

"No, you're going to make yourself cum. I want you to cum all over my cock. Will you do that for me, Laura?"

"Yesssssss," she hissed and I felt her tighten up on my erection. "I'm going to cum on your cock, then you're going to pound that cock into me until you cum."

Her movements got smaller, more concentrated on her G spot, which I could actually feel underneath my cock. I tightened my sphincter to make it swell even bigger.

"Oh good God, yes! Keep doing that! If feels so good! Ohhhhhhhh..."

Laura's pussy clamped down on me hard, rippling as the third orgasm of the evening ripped through her. She dropped her head to the floor and moaned into the duvet as everything continued to spasm around me. The contractions were as strong as the grip of a hand.

As she started to come down, I began doing the fucking, sawing the length of my cock in and out of her lustily.

Swatting her lightly on the ass, I told her to stick it up so I could get deeper. She obeyed instantly, groaning as I drove into her.

"Is this fucking?" she asked looking back at me. Her face looked feverish and her eyes were glazed by passion.

"Oh yes!"

"I like fucking. You fuck me so well."

Hearing that, I gave her my very best, pounding her hard and fast. She met everyone of my thrusts with vigorous energy. In a matter of a minute, I came.

That's such a nondescript word for having one's head blown off and body wracked with pleasure so intense it's almost unbeatable. I nearly passed out. We both howled at the moon as my orgasm triggered another one for my beautiful, sexy wife.

At the end of a long and emotional week for us both, we collapsed in a heap and lay unmoving for several minutes.

"I may have shortened my life by a year," I sighed, "but what a way to go."

Laura chuckled. "I like fucking."

I pulled her against me and kissed the back of her neck. My cock actually began twitching again as it felt that tight little ass of hers.

"I love you more than life itself, my little Laura."

"The same goes for me."

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, it was well after 1:00 and Laura was getting up.

"I have to visit the washroom. I'll be right back."

She used her hand between her legs to stem the tide as she hurried from the room and I enjoyed the sight of her wiggling butt as she disappeared. I could really get used to this!

Getting up with a groan, I gathered up the duvet and prepared to go upstairs. Laura follow after shortly, and as I lay on my back on our bed, looking at the ceiling and wondering whether I was dreaming, I heard the shower turn on.

She was out a few minutes later, sans towel, glorious in her nakedness.

"That feels better. There was a lot of you in there." She grinned. "I can't believe I'm talking like this. It's as if Amy opened up the floodgates."

"As I said before, I like Amy."

Laura got on the bed and lay across me. "Just remember who you're married to. I don't share!"

I took her in my arms and rolled her over onto her back. Her legs opened up and wrapped around me.

"You never have to worry about that."

"Someone's knocking at my door," she giggled. "Here, get up a bit." Reaching down, she grabbed my stiffening cock and guided it to her opening. "I want more!"

I slid into her slowly, looking down at her smiling face. "That's certainly the way to keep your husband."

"I know."

This time our coupling definitely needed to be called making love. It was slow, gentle, and while Laura didn't cum, she seemed to enjoy it as we kissed, moving our bodies together as if they were one.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Next morning, we both woke up at our usual hour of 7:00 even though we hadn't bothered setting the alarm.

I got up and went to the window. Whiteness was everywhere and the snow was still coming down.

"Looks like we might have a snow day on our hands. I'll go downstairs and make some coffee and see what the radio says about the weather."

I was back upstairs about 10 minutes later. Laura's wet hair showed she'd taken another shower and she was sitting up in bed waiting for me. The covers were pulled up to her chin. She watched thoughtfully as I put down her mug.

"You don't think less of me after what I told you last night, do you?"

Looking down at her, I took a sip from my own mug. "I think more of you, much more -- and I appreciate the confidence you showed in me. It also told me a lot about you." I sat down next to her. "But you never did finish your story. You really left me hanging."

Her face twisted wryly. "There wasn't much 'hanging' about you last night."

I sat down next to her. "You brought it up again. Now you have to tell me. It's the rule."




The Reluctant Wife Ch. 02



"Who says it's the rule?"

"It's a guy thing. If you bring something up twice, it means you want to tell it, so you have to."

Laura took another sip and nodded. "Okay. After what Amy did to me, I was unable to even focus my eyes for several minutes, let alone speak or move. I do remember Amy propping herself on her elbows, still between my legs. The bottom of her face was covered with what I guess were my juices. Part of me was appalled and part of me was more excited than ever.

"When I could actually string a thought together, I asked, 'Is it always like that?'

"Amy giggled. 'Mine are pretty good, but yours was a real whopper. Maybe it has something to do with someone else doing it. Would you like to try it on me?'

"I got really scared, then. What we'd done was depraved. Even Amy with her 'I'll try anything once' attitude had to know that. The guilt just roared into me.

"'No! We should stop right now!'

"Amy looked at me and I felt her finger flick what I now know was my clitoris. A jolt ran from my crotch to my brain like an electric shock. 'You mean if I kept doing this, you'd make me stop?'

"If I'd gotten up then, everything would have been fine, but she knew that I was still pretty keyed up, and she also knew a lot about what gets a woman going. Within minutes she had me panting and squirming all over the bed as she licked and sucked between my legs. I guess I was making so much noise that we never heard them coming in the house."

"Your parents and aunt you said last night."

Laura's face was sad as she nodded. "But they heard me all right. Seems that the car wasn't working right and my dad turned around.

"I think it was finding me with my cousin's face between my legs that really set them off. If it had been a boy screwing me, my daddy would have just gotten his gun and made him marry me. Two girls, cousins, no less, was what really set them off.

"I was in a sexual haze when I became aware of my mother shrieking and my father pulling Amy off me. Then came the slapping and screaming into my face. They just went berserk. This was against everything they held dear.

"My daddy pulled off his belt, threw me over his knee and gave me such a hiding that I couldn't sit on my bottom for a week. Aunt Jane and my mom were doing the same to Amy."

"You must have been hysterical."

"I was beyond hysterical. I really thought they might kill me they were so angry, and I think now a lot of that came from being so embarrassed by what they'd seen.

"When they finished, Mom got some of dad's ties and they hog-tied us with no more feeling than you would an animal. Then came the scariest thing of all: they sent Aunt Jane to get the preacher."

"The man who married us?"

"Dear heavens, no! He's only been there for about 5 years. Reverend DeWitt was pastor of our church for nearly 60 years and everyone was scared of him. Oh, he was nice enough when he wanted to be, but he had a devilish temper and always told us he knew what a church of sinners we all were. I knew his punishment would be harsh and long.

"They left us lying on the floor of my room. I was crying and moaning, but Amy was silent and her expression hard.

"'You're bleeding, Laura. They shouldn't have done that to you.' 

"She leaned over and I thought she was going to kiss me. I wiggled away from her as fast as I could. I didn't want another beating -- or worse. 'What do you think they're going to do to us?' I asked.

"'I don't aim to be here to find out. Why don't you come with me?'

"'You mean you're going to run away?'

"Amy smiled grimly. 'I've had it with my damn mother. Nothing I ever do is good enough for her. She's never going to let me forget this. As soon as I can, I'm outta here. Are you coming?'

"I looked at her, really scared now. All I did was shake my head.

"'Good little Laura, huh? Show a little backbone for once.'

"'I can't go. What will you do?'

"'Seek my fortune. The last thing I'm going to do is sit around here and wait for another licking. When my dad finds out...'

"Just then we heard Reverend DeWitt come into the house. Their were low voices in the living room for about 10 minutes, then the slow tread of someone coming up the stairs. I was shaking like a leaf and even Amy, with all her brave words, looked scared.

"The door flew open. 'You are both sluts! Whores of the devil himself!' the Reverend screamed. He had a long and thin switch in his hand."

I put my arm around Laura and pulled her to me. The tears were streaming down her face as she relived those awful moments. "I really don't need to hear any more. I get the idea."

"It was truly terrible. He kept at us for hours, reading from the Bible, preaching to us about our sins, telling us that if we didn't truly repent, the devil would be coming for us without delay.

"That night, they made us sleep in the pig's pen. They moved them outside and we had to lie in their muck with our hands tied behind our backs. I must have dozed off eventually, because when I woke up near dawn, Amy was gone. No one ever saw her again, but she sent me letters a few times over the years. They were always stuck in with some sort of advertising so that my mom and aunt wouldn't know it was her. I never answered them."

"With attitudes from the Dark Ages, why did your parents ever let you attend law school then come to work in Chicago?"

"That's only one of two times I stood up to them. I told them I was going to do it whether they wanted me to or not. You see, after what happened, I worked very, very hard in school. I wanted scholarship money. Once I had that, they really had no power over me. I didn't need their permission to go where I wanted."

"Why didn't you just write them all off?"

"I know you'll find this very hard to believe, Jim, but they did what they did out of love for me. What Amy and I had done was beyond awful."

"To them."

"To a lot of people. They're my family and I really do love them. They can't help the way they are. My mom eventually told me they were so harsh because they knew they had to put the fear of God into me, so I would never do something like that again."

"Their treatment almost cost you our marriage."

"You were thinking of leaving me?"

I nodded.

"That's what Amy said. 'If you don't change your ways and learn how to love that man properly, he'll leave. Any man worth loving would." She told me I was denying who I was inside. I had to admitshe was right."

"How so?"

"Because I still have that magazine."

"Do you ever look at it?"

Laura shook her head. "But I may now. It sort of became a talisman for me." She sighed. "The harsh treatment worked so well, that I built my own prison to live in. Anytime I thought about sex, I became almost physically sick." Shaking her head, she added, "I know everyone in the office calls me The Ice Queen. Why didn't my persona chase you away?"

"Because someone who's very wise in the ways of love told me that any woman who naturally walks with a nice wiggle in her rear has the making of being a great lover."

"I wiggle when I walk? I wasn't even aware of it."

"I figured that."

"So who told you this great secret?"

"The woman who taught me everything I know about love and sex."

"Who is she?"

I pulled Laura's warm body to me. "That's a story that will have to wait for another time."

"Why?" she asked, but with a wry smile. "What's going to happen now?"

"Do you still feel awkward with your new self?"

She thought for a moment. "A little, but deep down inside I always knew I had this in me. That's probably why I went so far the other way."

"Roll over onto your stomach," I said.

"Why?"

"You'll see."

She gave me a look that clearly said she thought I had a screw loose.

I open my bedside table, quickly got out the handcuffs and had them clicked on her hands before she knew it.

Turning her head, Laura looked at me wearily. "What's this all about? Don't you know there's no need to do this anymore?"

"A week ago when I had you helpless on the guest room bed, how did you feel?"

Her brow furrowed. "Angry, scared and incredibly vulnerable."

"Were you turned on at all?"

"Of course not!"

"Why were you wet, then?"

"I wasn't wet!"

"It's not good to tell untruths, Counsellor," I said in my best imitation of a judge we both knew well.

"I'm not!"

"I beg to differ. You couldn't see. I could. I assure you, you were quite damp." I reached down between her cheeks. "Just like you are now. You like being helpless, don't you?"

Laura turned herself over. "No."

I softly caressed her ass. "Confess."

"No!" she said, trying to sound irritated, but a slight grin gave her away. "This turns you on, doesn't it? Big macho man likes to see helpless women, doesn't he?"

"Absolutely. Especially one so delicious looking as you, my dear."

I began to tweak and pull those delicious upturned nipples. They quickly grew hard. "All you have to do is beg me to stop and let you go, and I will."

"I refuse to give you that satisfaction. You won't turn me on doing that, you know."

I was playing a bit of a dangerous game, but when I'd tied Laura to the bed the previous week, she really had responded far more quickly than I thought she would. I was willing to bet that she had a bit of a kink about bondage and I had just the thing that might really give her a thrill.

She gritted her teeth and pretended that she could withstand the oral and manual assault on her breasts. The harder I sucked and twisted them, the more flushed and excited she got.

"Still refuse to throw in the towel, my pet?"

"Never!" she answered fiercely. "I refuse to respond."

This was settling into a sweet little game.

"Then I'll just have to break out the heavy artillery. But first..."

Going to the closet, I went to a box in the back and pulled out the nylon straps. After turning Laura on her side, I fastened her ankles to her wrists. Working close to her waist, the smell of her arousal was quite distinct.

"You're such a brute! Don't think that because you have me helpless, you can have your way with me."

"I'm not."

Now she l looked a bit concerned. "What are you going to do?"

Without answering, I went down the hall to the guest room and brought back the large carton that had arrived the previous Friday. Back in the bedroom, I opened the box and took out something about a foot long, a foot wide and 10 inches high, and placed it on the floor. I looked like half of a barrel and was covered with naughahyde.

Laura had flipped herself over. "What the heck is that?"

I plugged it into the wall socket. "You'll find out."

Reaching into the box again, I took out some smaller parts from a plastic bag. One was a small stick which I stuck down into the machine, then I placed over it a flesh-colored plastic strip with raised bumps at one end and a penis-like shaft in the middle. Finally I put over this a cover with a very lifelike dildo on it. I hadn't picked the smallest one.

"Is that for what I think it is? You're not putting me on that!"

"You really have no choice, do you?"

She didn't answer but her eyes stayed on the machine. Her chin was defiantly up. "What's it called?"

I went over to the bed and picked her up. "It's called a Sybian, my dear, and if you really don't want to experience it, all you have to do is beg me to stop."

"I don't beg." she answered, enunciating each word separately.

My wife is not a small woman, but she is slender, and I work out a lot, so I managed to set her down gently next to the Sybian. Untying the straps the held her legs behind her, I swatted her rear end.

"Now get on it," I ordered.

She looked up at me with her head tilted to the side, a tiny smile on her face. "No."

I pulled her to her feet and stood her over the machine. She played the game by resisting a little. Putting my hands on her shoulders, I forced her to her knees. She leaned forward so the dildo didn't contact her pussy. I knelt behind her and pressed down harder and the dildo began to slip inside. Laura gasped and held her breath.

"Oh my gosh! It feels huge."

"Is that begging I hear?"

Again her chin went up. "Never!"

The flush on her face had spread to her chest now and her nipples remained very erect. The little minx was far more aroused then she let on.

I retied the nylon straps around her ankles to the handcuffs and stepped back. It would be nearly impossible for my wife to get off the Sybian unless she wanted to fall flat on her face. She struggled a bit and came to the same conclusion.

Picking up the controls, I said, "Now there are two controls. One does this." I turned it and the vibrating started, low and dangerous-sounding, like the growl of a big cat. "The other control starts things moving." Turning that one up a bit, Laura's eyes suddenly got very big.

"This isn't fair!" she cried out.

"Who said life is fair, Counsellor?" I asked, once more imitating the judge.

I began gradually turning up both switches, watching her reactions closely. The Sybian can be pretty intense if you're not ready for it.

A girl I had dated shortly after finishing school had owned a Sybian and I'd spent many enjoyable evenings helping her enjoy it, so I had a good idea what Laura was experiencing.

After about a minute, Laura closed her eyes and began rocking, forcing her clit against the raised bumps. I turned up the vibrations, and she moaned deeply, leaving her mouth open as her breathing became more rapid. Sweat appeared on her forehead as her arousal increased. I hardly had the rotation on, so I turned that up, too.

Her eyes sprang open and she struggled a bit. "That's too much! Don't do this to me!"

It sounded very insincere, so I turned both controls up more.

Soon, Laura was leaning forward even more, eyes shut again, rhythmically pushing herself down onto the machine and thrusting her hips forward in a delicious fucking movement. With each push she made a noise deep in her throat that sounded like, "Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

I turned the controls to 3/4 and Laura arched her back as her butt muscles clenched. She began to cum and it was awesome to watch as her whole body shook. One would finally end and the next would begin barely a minute later as the machine continued on inexorably. Faster and faster they came, until each seemed to run into the next. I watched the muscles of her body bunch and release as she strained, back continually arched and head facing up as the assault continued. She was moaning, sighing, swearing, lost in a sexual haze.

After several minutes of this, she finally opened her eyes and looked at me. "Please," she moaned. "I can't take any more. Turn it off!"

"Are you begging?"

"Yes! I beg you to stop."

"Will you do anything I ask?"

"Yes, yes. Anything!"

I shut down the Sybian, and she collapsed back down, body bent at the waist, panting hard. After I released the velcro straps around her ankles, I unlocked the handcuffs and helped her off the machine. She slid to the floor and lay on her side, trembling. I sat down beside her.

"You're a bastard," she said in a tired voice.

"I warned you about telling untruths."

She looked up. "Just remember, buster: turnabout is fair play."

"You wouldn't dare," I said, grinning.

"Not normally," my lovely wife answered, "but I do enjoy getting even." 



The Reluctant Wife Ch. 03



Naked and covered in sweat, I sat on the Sybian rutting like a bitch in heat. Leaning back on the little chair thingie that comes with it, I pushed myself down as much as I could, wanting to feel those delicious vibrations from the bumpy pad on my aching clit. Inside me the bulbous cock churned in maddeningly steady circles as it massaged my G-spot towards yet another toe-curling orgasm. Reaching forward, I turned up both controls a little. Enough fooling around.

For four days, I'd resisted what I was doing now. I knew what sort of danger it was putting me in, but that first ride on the infernal machine had made a second ride inevitable, one where I could control what it did to me, not my husband. There were subtleties to this a man couldn't understand.

Leaning back even further, I churned my hips forward and up rhythmically, and again got lost in the sensations of another advancing orgasm.

Since I had left work early, covering my tracks with the excuse of an appointment with a client, I had the house to myself for several hours. I knew my second ride needed to be done for me alone. If James were watching, I would be too inhibited, too afraid to let myself go. I would not learn what I needed to.

I wondered what my husband and cousin would think if they could see me humping this machine as if my life depended on it: a bitch in heat. That term was beginning to seem more apropos.

The Sybian rotated and vibrated on and on, tirelessly. I really loved this female pleasure machine.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

In one short week, my whole carefully-planned life had been turned upside down and everything shaken out onto the floor. It became obvious pretty quickly that what I had constructed, the way I'd put things together, had all been based on what I thought I should do, and very little of that was actually real and genuine about me.

Naturally, this had come as quite a shock. Basically, with the help of my long-lost cousin, Amy, I'd come to realize that been living in a 1950s dream world. Beaver Cleavers mom, I was not!

That first night, as we sat in her comfortable home in California, she'd looked across the room at me and asked simply, "Laura, describe yourself to me."

"What do you mean? Describe myself how?"

"Pretend I don't know a thing about you. Who are you? What are you? What do you believe?"

I thought for a few moments. "Well, first I believe in a God that looks after all of us, who is watching to see whether we're living good lives. And he will punish us if we don't, either in this life or the one after." Amy looked as if she wanted to say something, but kept silent, so I continued, "I'm good at what I do and have worked very hard to get there. Lawyers can sometimes be very ruthless, and while I work very, very diligently for my clients, I refuse to take shortcuts or bully people or use shady tactics. I play hard, but I play by the book."

"And what about Laura the person?"

"I try to always be pleasant to people no matter who they are, and lend them a hand when they need it. I'm kind. I don't tell lies, but I also don't try to hurt people's feelings by being too honest with them. I work hard to keep myself in shape, try to keep a good home and to always support and cherish my husband whom I love very much."

"Now, tell me about Laura the woman."

I stopped, not knowing what to say. Amy gave me room to think, but her stare made it clear she was not letting me off the hook, either.

Her words cut right to the heart of the problem, the split in my personality that I'd felt had always existed, but which had been getting steadily worse as the years ticked by, like a trickle from a pipe that's slowly rusting away. Sooner or later it's going to break and everything inside will spew out.

I was still very, very angry at my husband, James. What he'd done to me that last night I was home was completely and totally unacceptable. I should have been having divorce proceedings started or having him thrown in jail for rape. Yet here I was, on the other side of the country, totally on the fence, trying to find out what I should do.

The minutes ticked by as I thought about what I should say. I could've probably make up a fine-sounding story about a good, God-fearing woman who tries hard to be a good wife, hopes someday to be an equally good mother, a pillar of the community. But it would all be a fabrication, and what was the good of suddenly booking off work for a week (and I'd told a lie about the reason, too!), leaving my husband and then travelling 3000 miles west to talk to my cousin, only to tell her a pack of lies?

"I'm not a good person."

Amy leaned forward. "Why do you say that?"

"Because I'm not as good as I pretend to be."

"You do things you're ashamed of?"

"Occasionally, but mostly I think about things that I know I shouldn't."

"Tell me about it."

"You know! You were there when it started!"

"So I started you down the path to hell?"

"Yes...um, you did..." I bit my lip. "No, not really." I paused to gather myself further. "That time with you was the first for me physically, but I've had a lot of shameful thoughts about sex since then. It was like it started a chain reaction in my head."

My cousin nodded thoughtfully.

We hadn't seen each other in over ten years, not since the day our parents had made us by sleep bound and naked in a filthy pigpen. I still couldn't help but blush in shame when I thought about what Amy and I had been in the middle of when they'd walked into my bedroom.

"Have you only had shameful thoughts, or did you go further than that?" Amy asked.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

James was a little later than he'd said, having got caught up in traffic. He looked as if he'd had a tough day, and judging by the sheaf of dockets he'd brought home with his bulging briefcase, it was going to be a tougher night.

He took me in his arms and I tried hard to be like the old Laura: afraid of the touch of his warm lips, but even more afraid of my response.

"Tough day, too?" he asked.

"The client from hell. I did get home early, though, so there's a nice dinner."

"That's great. I'm starved."

As he went to the sink to wash up, I looked down at the casserole I'd just taken out of the oven.

"You can do this," I told myself sternly.

Inside my jeans, I could feel myself getting wet. The rides on the Sybian I'd snuck over the past two weeks, not to mention all the loving James had been giving me had certainly had an effect on my libido. Tonight was going to be another step forward in my liberation -- if I could do what I had planned.

We'd had to take four days off due to my period, so I knew James would be pretty horny. I was sure I could pry him away from work for an hour or two. Afterwards, we could work together to complete whatever he'd brought home from the office. We made a very solid legal team.

I'd kept dinner light and had served no wine so James wouldn't get sleepy. While I cleaned up, he went into the study, closing the door. My cunt was tingling now in anticipation.

A wry smile crept onto my face as I put the last of the dishes into the washer and turned it on.

Cunt. What a deliciously naughty word. Over the past three weeks I'd learned lots of others: pussy, quim, box, slit, clit, hot button, cock, dick, pecker, love pole, johnson, and my favorite: fuck. For years, I'd resisted even acknowledging their existence, much less deigning to use them. I still didn't utter them out loud, even when making love to James, but I was screaming them inside my head nonetheless.

"Honey, would you like a small glass of scotch or some port?" James called out.

"Not tonight, and you shouldn't have any either if you want to get your work done."

"A little one won't hurt."

"Don't do it if you know what's good for you."

"I'm a big boy," he laughed.

"All right, big boy," I said to myself, "let's see if you're still laughing an hour from now."

My hands were shaking as I went up to the bedroom to get changed into the outfit I'd ordered online.

As far as everyone around us was concerned, the recent changes in my outlook would always remain a secret between James and me. To that end, I'd bought my own laptop, rather than use my work one. The company didn't monitor what the salaried lawyers did on our computers, but I didn't want to take the chance that someone I worked with might hack it, or even take it. I'd worked hard to become the Ice Queen, and I didn't want to deal with the hassles that would arise if someone found out I was now anything but. The new laptop was loaded with all kinds of information I did not want to share with anyone, except with James -- eventually.

In the ensuite off our bedroom, I had my stuff in a plastic box, ready to go. I quickly stripped, put on the studded belt which I shoved down jauntily over one hip. The matching neck band went on next, then I pulled my knee-length, high-heeled boots from the bottom drawer of the vanity. It took only a few more minutes to apply my make-up, much heavier than what I normally used, but far from slutty. Tonight, I wanted to be totally sexy, not cheap. This girl would never do cheap.

Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I liked what I saw. The most exciting thing to me was that my pussy was red and puffy with desire. That gave me the extra confidence that I needed to go through with my plan.

Stopping at the bedside table on James' side, I removed the handcuffs from the top drawer and the rest of the stuff from under the bed.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

For the remainder of high school, I truly believed that the treatment I'd received at the hands of my relatives and Reverend DeWitt was thoroughly justified. I had behaved like some common whore. What Amy and I had been caught doing was a perversion to God and everything I'd been taught. I deserved what had happened to me.

Anytime an impure thought entered my head, I'd punish myself immediately by doing some sort of chore I really hated, and around that farm, there were plenty of those -- starting with mucking out the pigpens.

But I'd also kept Amy's book secret and hidden deeply away for some reason I couldn't explain.

The next time I ran up against my parents' will was when I decided that I wanted to study law at university. They weren't against that, but I know they worried about me living on campus. I finally sat them down and explained that I had learned my lesson. I would be in a girls-only dorm, I would not date and my life would be focused completely on my studies. They had nothing to worry about.

I was as good as my word. I threw myself completely into my classes, stayed away from any social situations, kept to myself as much as possible. I dressed down, too. Still boys and men constantly hit on me, and so I cultivated my "don't touch me" persona. It became my shield and I radiated it everywhere I went until it was almost second nature.

The downside was that my existence was also incredibly lonely. Most weekends while everyone was enjoying the social life of an active university campus, I was either in my room or the library, working hard -- and alone.

My roommate was a lot like me and also came from a very strict family. For the first year, this was great. I had someone I could talk with and I didn't have to eat by myself in the caf. But at the beginning of the second year, she met a boy and soon began to go downhill. At first, it was just dating on weekends and occasionally studying together, but soon Pam and Brad were going to parties and she was staying out later and later. The girl talk between us stopped, too, and I knew there were things she did not wish to tell me.

After Christmas holidays, Pam came back with an engagement ring. She and Brad would not be getting married until they graduated, but their relationship had moved to a new level. I started having to run interference for them on the few occasions that her parents would call, since she also started staying out all night occasionally. That made me really uncomfortable. I've never liked lying.

Then one night, long after I'd gone to bed, Pam slid into the room quietly, but she wasn't alone. From their whispered conversation, I gathered that Brad's roommate had an overnight guest, so out of desperation, she'd snuck him into our room.

"Don't worry," Pam told him. "Laura sleeps like a rock. If we're quiet, she'll never wake up."

"I wouldn't mind if she watched," he answered. "I'd love to get her to join in. She has a hell of a body!"

Pam snorted. "Not our Miss Purity. She's as good as a nun, probably would be if she were Catholic. Anytime sex is mentioned, she blushes furiously and leaves the room. I think she's frigid."

"You were sort of like that, too."

"That was before I got a taste of that cock of yours."

Pam leaned forward and reached out. Unfortunately, Brad's back was to me besides the room being pretty dark, so I couldn't see what was happening.

But I could imagine.

Down came his jeans, then his boxers and Pam knelt in front of him. "This is what I've wanted all night."

For several minutes, I couldn't hear anything but Pam and Brad's moans and slobbering noises. Then he turned a bit, so he could steady himself on the chair at her desk and now I could clearly see her mouth sliding up and down his penis, sucking as if her life depended on it.

I couldn't really leave the room at that point, and what I should have done was roll over to face the wall, but I didn't. I couldn't. I had to see what was going to happen.

Brad was panting hard, telling Pam what a good little cocksucker she was. It was hard to believe she had turned so far away from the righteous path. Here she was behaving like a total slut. It further reenforced to me how dangerous sex could be.

"Pam stop. If you keep doing that I'm going to cum. I want to fuck you."

"Brad! Keep your voice down. You'll wake up Laura."

He came over towards me, shuffling because of the pants around his knees. "She's out cold. No worries."

I'd had my nearly-closed eyes on his bobbing penis the whole time, amazed at the way it looked. His was the first I'd ever seen in the flesh.

They kissed for a bit, then the clothes started coming off. In a matter of minutes, both were naked. Pam was a bit broad in the hips and small on top, but she carried herself well. Brad was a real bean pole, over six feet. I remember thinking that his penis was as thin as he was.

They lay down on the single bed, Brad on top and kissed and stroked for awhilelonger, then he got to his knees between her legs. She drew them back and up.

"I want you inside me. I've wanted it all night." I could see him fumbling around, then she propped herself on one elbow and reached down between them. "Here, let me."

"It's hard to see in the dark!"

"Right. As if you haven't speared my hole in the dark before!"

Then Pam laid back and Brad moved his hips forward. Within moments, they were both moving, kissing and moaning into each other's mouths in an effort to keep quiet. It was too dark to see much of the action, but the sounds and smell of their lovemaking had me hotter than I'd ever been.

I was frozen, scared to be watching and not wanting to miss a thing. I'd begun sweating and there was a tingling between my legs. I knew what that meant and I was determined to resist it.

I lasted a whole 3 minutes before my hand stole into my PJs, finding my own slit, and discovering it very wet indeed.

Brad rutted with Pam through two orgasms without stopping and I was with them all the way, feeling both guilty and exhilarated to be watching. My own orgasm was a strong one and I had to bite the back of my free hand to keep from making noise. I don't know if they would have noticed if I had.

Pam never came with Brad's penis inside her, so when he'd had enough, he rolled to the side and stroked her between her legs, much the way Amy had on the fateful day. Pam came quickly, but not very loudly. I wondered how much she'd enjoyed it.

Shortly before school ended that year, Pam and Brad broke up. She quickly took up with someone else, and I wondered whether that had been the reason. Now she made no secret of being sexually active and was quite often naked in our room. I tried hard to be cool about it, but she knew I was watching and listening when she talked on the phone to her guy. I think she made the conversation racy on purpose just to see my reaction, same with the nakedness. It was a relief when school ended.

She never brought another guy back to our room, though, and as I took the bus back home for the summer, I couldn't decide if I was happy about that or not.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

James was at his desk, completely absorbed in his work. I walked up behind him as I'd done many times before (although always completely clothed!) and leaned over, putting my hands on his chest.

"Tough case?" I asked.

"Oh man, this merger has more potholes than a back country road. I've got a meeting first thing in the morning with them and I don't know how I'm ever going to get it ready."

Rising up a little, I made sure my left breast rested on his shoulder. It took him a moment, but sharp man that he is, my husband quickly figured out that I was at least topless.

He groaned. "Not tonight. I have too much to do."

"How about some fun first? Afterwards I'll help you."

As I'd hoped, one hand went up to my breast and the other reached higher to stroke my face. I was ready. With one pull on his left hand and two quick snicks, I had him exactly where he'd had me a month earlier.

"What the---"

I patted his cheek as I pulled down on his wrists, forcing his arms behind his back. "Relax, baby doll. You won't come to any harm."

With the way I had his arms, he didn't have enough strength to pull them back up. I had a rope ready and used it to pull his arms down further, fastening them to the center support of his desk chair. Another rope around his waist, and he wasn't going anywhere.

Next, I went out to the hall where I'd left the leg irons and the riding crop I'd also bought. I walked in front of James for the first time. He sucked in his breath as he saw my outfit. I knew I looked fantastic and to have him like this gave me a surprising sense of power. Looking down at his crotch, I saw a gratifying bulge as I tightened the leg irons around his ankles.

Picking up the tumbler on his desk, I held it up and sniffed. "Scotch. I said you shouldn't have a drink." I caressed his cheek with the riding crop. "You should have listened to me."

James was struggling to keep the smirk off his face. "What's gotten into you?"

I rubbed his cock thoroughly and lasciviously with my left hand. "Since Sunday night? Nothing, lover boy. But tonight? That's another matter."

I was feeling increasingly schizoid almost like I was outside the room, watching myself do these outrageous things, that as recently as a month ago, I would have believed repulsice and completely beyond me. Here I was prancing about in a bit of black, studded leather with a riding crop and a trussed-up husband. Part of me felt incredulous at how depraved and wrong this was, but the part now in ascendency was incredibly turned on, although equally incredulous at my newfound audacity.

Retrieving something from my handbag in the kitchen, I came back into the study with a glass of water.

"What's that?" James asked as he looked at the little blue pill in my hand.

"Guess."

"I'm not taking that!"

"Oh, yes you are." I answered, grabbing hold of his nose and squeezing. "I'm going to need you good and hard for more than your usual."

He barely lasted twenty seconds before his mouth opened. I was ready with the Viagra and had it in before he could respond. A full glass of water sent it down his throat, causing him to choke and sputter.

"Damn you!"

"No, James. You started this. All I'm doing is turning the tables on you."




The Reluctant Wife Ch. 03



With that, I gave him a good crack on the thigh with the crop. He gasped and jumped a mile, but I was interested to see his erection didn't subside.

It would take about a half hour for the Viagra to start working, so I had some time to move the festivities to the guest bedroom where I'd made some changes of my own to the bed.

Kneeling behind James, I untied the rope holding his arms behind him, and loosened the one around his waist.

"Thank God," he sighed. "My arms were really beginning to ache."

It was a quick matter to walked around the front of him and tie the rope to the leg irons. Holding the end of the rope around his waist, I could now lead my dear husband anywhere I wanted -- as long as I didn't make him move too fast.

"C'mon darling. Time to go to the guest room."

Fifteen minutes later, I had him naked and tied spread-eagled to the bed, but he was lucky: I didn't put the blindfold on him. I wanted him to see exactly what I was doing to him.

Next came our video camera.

"Do you think it's safe to record this?" he asked.

"Not really, but I'm in the mood to live dangerously." Sitting next to him on the bed, I grabbed his cock, pulling on it the way he seemed to like. "Tonight, you're going to see just what it is you woke up when you had me at your mercy. I want to have a record of it."

I had some more things ready in the bathroom next door and quickly fetched them. Now I've never shaved a pubic area before, but I think I did a pretty good job on James.

He's pretty hairy, and while I've discovered that I love the way his chest hair feels as I drag my nipples over it, the hair around his cock would get in the way of what I had planned. To my surprise, I also found it makes his already magnificent manhood look even more imposing when you've taken out the surrounding shrubbery. Straight and tall with a large and rather frightening head, it pulsed every time his heart beat as the Viagra took effect.

After carefully rinsing it off, I stood back admiring his manhood. "This is my cock. You may not have known it till now, James, but it belongs to me. It is never to be touched by anyone but me. Do you understand that?"

James looked pensive, unsure of himself, and I'd never seen him like that. "What about you?"

I moved my legs apart and tilted my hips forward. Holding myself open, I looked down. "This is forever and completely yours to do with as you like. She loves your cock as I love you."

If anything his cock got harder and redder and pulsed faster.

"But tonight I have to show you what will happen when you take advantage of me."

"What do you mean?"

I reached out and grabbed his cock with both hands, using a thumb to rub the glans underneath. "You'll see."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"You must have masturbated other times than that once as you watched your roommate," Amy said.

I nodded. "Every few months things would sort of build up inside me. I fought against it as long as I could, but eventually I'd give in. Then the guilt would wash over me. I called myself all sorts of horrible names, denied myself things in punishment for my actions."

"So shame was a biggest part of it."

I nodded. "I knew I should control myself better, that I was failing in my quest to be a good person. I'd redouble my efforts, and think I was doing well...until the next time." Then I sighed. "There was one good thing about this, though. It made me take my schooling and eventually my job very, very seriously. I was determined to be the absolute best -- and I was. Graduated top of my class.

"One of the big law firms in Chicago scouted me to do my articling with them. It was implicit that there would be a job offer at the end. My parents were dead set against that, as you can imagine. They thought I was going into the biggest den of sin I could find. I suddenly realized that maybe my future lay outside of our little town. Maybe by facing the devil, I could stare him down."

"So you stood up to them?"

"It was the same thing all over again as when I went to college. Finally, I just told them I was doing it. I would make them proud of me -- and I would live up to their expectations."

"And did you?"

"Absolutely. By then my armor had grown so thick any come-ons just bounced off with hardly any effort. I didn't flaunt the way I looked. I dressed well and was always well-groomed, but you know the reputation lawyers have. They're predatory. Within a few weeks, every man I worked with had a run at me, even the senior partner, a few women, too. They all bounced off. Behind my back, my name in the office quickly became the Ice Queen and that made me proud."

"When did you meet your husband?"

"A few months after I'd been offered a full-time job. He works for another firm."

Amy had a hint of a smile on her face. "And how did he get past your armor?"

"He didn't act like other men. You know what it's like, Amy. You know about the staring, the accidental gropes in the elevator or on the subway. Men can be such pigs.

"James wasn't like that. He just treated me like a colleague. Over the course of a year and a bit, we sat on opposite sides of the table in various negotiations. Never once did he ogle me -- except the first time we met.

"Eventually, he asked me out on a date and I accepted. He was witty and charming and a perfect gentleman. Even after we'd been out several times, he never made a move on me. Finally, one night, I gave him a kiss goodnight at my apartment door. He seemed sort of stunned, and in a way so was I. It was then I realized things were getting serious. He was the first male I ever kissed."

"And afterwards?"

My eyes dropped. "I masturbated furiously. It was clear he had an effect on me, so after that, it became my practice to make myself orgasm before I went out with him to make it easier to control situations that might sometimes 'arise'."

"Once you got engaged, did your horizons widen at all?"

"I don't understand."

"I think you do, Laura. Did you do more than kiss him goodnight at the door?"

Stupidly, I blushed. "Not right away. Eventually, one night, we were watching a movie at my apartment and we started kissing. James is a very good kisser and I began to get excited. Realizing my danger, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I was trembling, so I washed my face with cold water, trying to pull myself together. There was no time to masturbate. When I went back to the living room, he was in the kitchen making coffee. I stood at the living room window, staring out at the night.

"He came back in eventually, and moved up behind me, putting his arms around my waist. Then he began kissing my neck, and I felt like I was catching fire. His hands moved up my sides, rubbing gently. We stood there for quite some time. As I rested my head on his shoulder, he eventually slid one hand onto my breast. It nearly caused me to orgasm. I jumped away and told him that he should leave. It was not a good moment for us, but he nodded and left. I felt terrible."

"How soon was this before your marriage?"

"A month."

"And he waited until then to get more familiar with you?"

"I'd made it very clear from the beginning what my morals dictated," I said, and even to me it sounded ridiculously prissy.

"This man isn't a husband; he's a saint! By your own account, he kept his hands off you for many, many months."

"Why is that so strange?"

"Dear heavens, Laura! Haven't you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?"

"Well, yes. I know I look pretty good."

"THAT is an understatement." Amy shook her head. "You're drop-dead gorgeous. You have a face and body that most women would die for. You should get used to that and celebrate it. Heaven knows, it won't last long. So James was a good boy until you got married? Then what happened?"

"The night before the wedding, my mom and yours sat me down to explain the way 'marital relations', as they put it, are supposed to work."

"I can just imagine what they said. I suppose you believed their codswallop?"

"Why shouldn't I? They're the elders of our family."

"My dear Laura, what those two women don't know about 'marital relations' would fill several volumes. I can imagine what you're wedding night was like with them calling the shots."

"It was very, very nice," I said stiffly. "James was a perfe---"

"Gentleman," Amy interrupted. "Right. Let me ask you a few questions. Do you insist on the lights being out when you make love?"

"Of course."

"Do you ever walk around your house naked?"

"Absolutely not!"

"How many times has your husband seen you naked?"

"Other than last Friday night? Just twice, and that was by accident. Good people don't flaunt their nakedness, even to their husbands!"

"Bullshit!"

Amy's outburst was like a slap to the face.

"You are very, very fortunate, my dear, naive cuz, that your husband hasn't walked out on you. From what you've told me, I believe you're dreadfully close to that. Tell me, do you want to stay married to James?"

"Of course. What a silly thing to ask!"

"Then you need to learn how to be a woman, a woman who knows how to please her man."

I could have argued, gotten on my high horse yet again, but the lonely hours I'd spent since leaving at dawn on Saturday, first in an airport hotel room, then on the long flight out to California, had made me seen that something was terribly wrong. James attacking me the way he did had been so out of character for the kind, gentle man I'd married.

"James has asked me to do things with him that I don't approve of."

"Like what?"

"He wanted oral sex a few times."

"And you wouldn't do it for him?"

"No. You don't understand. He wanted to do it to me."

"And you didn't let him?" Amy looked disgusted.

I began to get angry. "Just what kind of a minister are you that you can say things like this?"

"I'm someone who realizes that there are a lot of people out there who need help. Their relationships are floundering and they're dreadfully unhappy, and sometimes they don't even know why. Do you know, I've helped women who've been married over 50 years and have never had an orgasm? Couples who have no idea there's anything else to sex except coitus? Who've never known the joy of lying in their lover's arms after a wonderful romp on their bed?"

"What does this have to do with religion?"

"Everything! They don't know these things because religion gets in the way. Actually, I should correct that, people who interpret what religion says get in the way. Answer this: why did you get married?"

"Because James and I love each other. We want to have a family."

"So sex is only part of making a family? It's nothing more?"

"To men it is," I said, but that felt hollow. I couldn't tell Amy that this is what her mother had told me.

"No. Flat out, Laura, that's wrong. Men and women both need and enjoy all aspects of sex. If anyone else tells you differently they're ignoramuses, or lying. All women deserve to enjoy sex in all its delicious aspects. You deserve to enjoy sex. That's one of the most wonderful things in a marriage. When two people who love each other can connect on a sexual level, I fully believe that God smiles on them. I want to help married couples find that."

I stayed with Amy for four more days. We talked many, many hours. She made me look at videos, read books, and gradually I began to understand things better: what I was and why I was that way. Things I'd felt and thought in the past began to make sense. Through it all, Amy talked to me, getting me to understand that sex was a beautiful thing I could share with my husband.

I didn't know if I could ever do all the things she introduced me to, but I realized I had to at least try.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Are you actually going to measure me?" James asked. "Women are always saying that it's only men who care about that sort of thing."

"Then they're deluding themselves or lying to their men to save their fragile little egos."

I'd been doing a lot of reading online, looking at lots of photos, too, and had even signed up at a women's porn site. One thing I'd found out quickly is that I'd been blessed with a pretty well-hung husband. He doesn't have one of those enormous freak-out cocks but it's "a goodly length", as Shakespeare might have said. I wanted to find out just how big it was. For some reason that was important to me.

Taking out my seamstress' tape, I measured his girth at just under 6" and the length at 8.25". I felt it was an accurate measurement since my ever-loving husband's cock felt hard as steel. The glans was an angry purple color and larger than I'd ever seen it.

I was enjoying myself.

Reaching down next to the bed, I retrieved our pump bottle of lubricant. As I squirted a generous amount over the head of my husband's cock, he jumped.

"Cold?"

"A little."

"That won't last long," I said as I began lubricating his whole, gorgeous length, all the way down to his balls and back.

Once I had him good and greased up, I put all my newfound knowledge to work. Some of it, James had told me himself, so I knew that he enjoyed his cock being squeezed and pulled pretty hard. My goal was to get him close and then back off, just like he'd done to me the night he'd had me in his power.

With a male it's easier to tell when they're close to cumming because their balls start to retract. I always had one eye on those two little fellas as I stroked and squeezed and pulled, and tried my best to send him to the moon.

At first, James was pretty silent. I don't know if he was a little pissed that I'd gotten the drop on him so easily, and at the best of times, he's not what someone would be inclined to call a noisy lover. Sure, he grunts a bit and there's the odd sigh. That night, though, it wasn't long before I had him moaning and his legs trembling. If anything, his cock got harder and hotter until the whole thing was a deep purple color.

The first two times I stopped just short of a climax, he took it like a man. His whole body relaxed into the bed, and with a deep sigh, he closed his eyes. His erection didn't loose much hardness, though, helped along by the Viagra, no doubt.

The third time, with fresh lubricant on my hands, I brought him up very slowly, spending a lot of time playing with his balls (which he obviously enjoyed), and only touching the sensitive head, almost in passing. I knew how maddening this could be when he'd done the same to my clit.

Soon, though, his pelvis was thrusting up to meet my tugging, swirling hands and the muscles in his arms and legs were taut as he pulled against his restraints.

"Laura, for the love of Christ, let me cum this time. Please! I can't take much more of this!"

I paused and looked at him. "You mean you like what I'm doing?"

"Yes! And don't stop. If I don't cum this time, I think my pecker is going to fall off. Have a heart!"

Using the palms of my hands, I rubbed his clans between them and his breath became more ragged and his legs began shaking from the intensity of what I was doing.

"Almost there..." I thought.

"That's it, Laura. That's it! Keep doing that! I need you to keep doing that!"

James' balls started rising up. I stopped.

"Laura! Good God, you're killing me!"

I slid up the bed and kissed his nose. "No, I'm not. Now just relax. It's intermission time."

With that, I got off the bed and retrieved a wash cloth from the bathroom after running it under some warm water.

"It's show time," I said to my reflection as I left for the guest room. "You can do this!"

Back in the room, James was covered in sweat. Yeah, I had turned up the heat so he wouldn't be cold, but he'd supplied a lot of heat of his own -- with my help.

"Now here, honey lamb. I'll wash all that nasty, slimy stuff off so you're not sticky and yucky."

His face brightened. "Then what going to happen?"

I put the washcloth on the bedside table, and retrieved a small tube of gel. With my back to him, I squeezed a bit on my finger and rubbed the stuff on the roof of my mouth. "Wait five minutes," it said on the box.

I lay back next to James on the bed, but I had my head down at the bottom. Opening my legs, I knew he had a good view of my pussy. Mmmmm. I was feeling so naughty and so randy, as I slid one hand down between my legs, feeling the wetness.

"Like looking at my cunt, Jimmy? Do you think you're wife has a nice cunt?"

James' cock was again pointing straight at the ceiling and waving with each pulse of his heart. He didn't even have to tell me anything. I knew he loved looking at me, and the way I was talking.

My middle finger dipped down to gather up some moisture, then I slowly dragged it up until it bumped into my very swollen clit.

"Oh, that feels so good. Did you know I've been spending a lot of time playing with myself the past few weeks? I've even done it at work. Right at my desk. It was so delicious. I bet no one could imagine the Ice Queen doing something like that. Does the thought of that turn you on, love?"

"Oh yes. You have turned into such a wicked woman."

"Are you just saying that so I'll finish jerking you off?"

"No, you really are surprising me, Laura. You've really changed."

"No, James. I've really become dangerous."

I began playing with my clit with more purpose. I slid the middle two fingers of my other hand deep into my pussy and began massaging that special spot. Oh, dear lord, it felt so good!

"You're never going to know when I'm going to sneak up on you again. You can't trust me anymore...except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"My lovely, lovely cunt is only for you. No one else will ever come near it. You can take that to the bank." I was rubbing with both hands more furiously now, bringing myself close, close. "Does it really turn you on to watch me bringing myself off?"

He groaned. "I love watching your hips move. It make me think of how you thrust at me when you're ready to cum."

I stopped masturbating. It was difficult, but I stopped. "Then you'll just have to wait."

James had been rock hard for more than an hour, and the stuff I'd rubbed into my mouth should be working now, so I couldn't put it off any longer. Reversing on the bed, I crawled between James' legs.

"Oh, it's even nicer close up! I wonder what it would taste like?"

For some reason, taking James in my mouth was something I had trouble facing. I suppose it was the last hurdle. Girls who put penises in their mouth were the lowest of the low, complete tramps. James had never asked, but Amy had told me, and my research had reinforced it: all men love having their cocks sucked. This was the last hurdle for me to overcome.

The previous week, I'd purchased a dildo that approximated my husband's size. Tonight's measurements had confirmed it. As many times as I could manage it, I practiced sucking that cock. This led me to discover that I had an overdeveloped gag reflect. The cream had been the way to overcome it. With my throat desensitized, that afternoon, I'd actually managed to get the entire dildo in my mouth.

Tonight, I was dining on the real thing.

More nervous than I could believe, I kissed the tip, then stuck out my tongue. James had his head up watching my every move.

His glans was bigger than the dildo's, and that was a bit of an obstacle. I'd have to work harder to get him down my throat, but I was determined to accomplish it.

Soon I had about three inches in my mouth and I was loving it. The stuff I'd read on the internet said I should do it slowly and deliberately, and keep my teeth covered with my lips at all times. No nipping! "Your guy's response will tell you how he's loving it."

Not wanting James to sneak in an orgasm on me, I kept my hands firmly on his balls. Raising myself up higher allowed me to line up my throat with my mouth. I could do this if I had a straight line. This was proving harder than I thought.




The Reluctant Wife Ch. 03



A lightbulb went on in my head. This could be a lot of fun. I reversed myself on the bed again, and climbed on top of James. My legs had to be bent at the knees because of the headboard, but James' head was right at my pussy. He grunted as I lay down.

I could now raise my chin and pull down on his cock so everything lined up perfectly.

"Here goes nothing," I said to myself. Down below I felt James' tongue exploring.

Taking a breath, I began swallowing cock. The first time he bumped into the back of my mouth, I had to quickly pull him out, fearing I would gag. I tried again more slowly, after getting his cockhead good and wet with saliva.

This time, it bumped again, but I just rocked forward and suddenly his entire cock disappeared into my mouth! I snugged my tongue up underneath it and sucked as I slid it out again.

"Oh, dear God, Laura. That is so incredible! Do it again!"

I didn't need coaxing. In two minutes, I was able to get his length down my throat quite easily.

"Stop distracting me!" I said over my shoulder, as he busily licked my dripping quim. "This takes all my concentration."

"Anything, Laura. Anything! Just keep doing what you're doing."

It was now time to put James out of his misery, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

Taking a deep breath, I rose up on my elbows a bit, and again swallowed his entire length, then I began fucking him with my mouth and throat. I knew he wouldn't last long given the state he was in, but it took three breaths with about twenty seconds of suck in between for him to reward me with a cock that swelled even further before I felt it pulse and an incredible warmth in my throat as his seed shot out. I was so turned on that I almost came myself -- and no he wasn't touching me down there.

Six times his cock shot and I was running short of breath. I pulled him almost out of my mouth, so I could take a breath through my nose, and was startled by a late seventh pulse and a salty sweet taste in my mouth. Semen actually tasted pretty good.

James suddenly went slack and I realized at that point that he'd been rigid underneath me as he came.

I rolled off him and sat up. He had a goofy expression on his face.

"Good?" I asked, very pleased with myself.

"Better than good. The best. I have never come that hard in my life. I actually thought I was going to pass out. Laura, my lovely, lovely wife. You are so wonderful. I don't deserve you."

"Probably not," I answered wryly, "but you're stuck with me now." I held up my left hand. "This ring is my contract with you and that gorgeous cock of yours." I bopped it with my hand. "Speaking of which, that cock is going to be inside me just as soon as I can get it a bit harder."

"Be my guest," he said, smiling.

The Viagra had allowed him to stay relatively hard, and with a little further oral action, I soon had Mr. Dick standing at attention again.

I'd ridden James once that first weekend after I'd returned, but I really hadn't known what to do, so I hadn't gotten much out of it. All the rides on the Sybian had been a way to learn what I needed to do to be a real cowgirl.

Straddling my man, I guided his cock to my opening and gradually began to sink down. Even as turned on as I was, he was still a tight fit, but that made it all the better for both of us. Once I was all the way down, I sat up and put my hands at the top of his chest. He was looking up at me with that goofy grin again.

"I love the look on your face when you're concentrating. You twist your mouth to the side so sweetly and get a little furrow in your brow."

"Furrows in a lady's brow are not good things. I'll have to watch that."

"No! Don't change a thing. I love you just the way you are."

"Oh no. I plan on getting a lot better -- in every way."

Rotating my hips upward as I rocked towards him, I forced the head of James' cock against my G-spot. It took a minute or so to get angled just right, but from what I was feeling, and the expression on his face, we were both going to enjoy the next few minutes a lot.

"Pull on my nipples," I ordered as I humped on him and he obliged, squeezing and tugging on them most deliciously.

Now it was my turn for an orgasm, and I could tell from the build-up that it was going to be a very good one. Faster and faster I rocked, tilting my pelvis with the upstroke and relaxing it on the downstroke. With my internal muscles, I did the opposite, so that I'd tug on his cock as it would come out. I couldn't do that very effectively yet, but exercise would help.

I don't think James noticed. His eyes were locked on mine as I drove us both upward, faster and faster. All the hours at the health club were paying off as I felt the muscles of my legs and buttocks flex and release. I wondered what the camera would show. I couldn't wait to watch it.

"Christ, Laura, you are so beautiful when you fuck. Do you love it? Do you really love it?"

"Oh yes," I gasped. "Thank you for turning me on to this...for believing in me. Ah...ah...Oh God! I'm going to cum, James. I'm going to come all over your cock!

At the very end, as my orgasm ripped through my body, I was blinded by an intense light and became one with my husband as I felt the warmth of his semen deep inside me.