11 comments/ 40553 views/ 12 favorites A Gardening Affair By: Moondrift I had a little demon in me that constantly tempts me, whispering in my ear, "Go on, enjoy yourself Sal, no one will know." The demon always calls me Sal, and I hate it because my name is Sally. I also had an angel, an annoying little cherub that constantly counters the demon's temptations, telling me, "Even if others don't know, you'll know, and your conscience will punish you with the torments of Hades, Sally." The one thing I liked about the angel was that it used my proper name. I'd always felt that the demon was much more fun than the rather tedious and moralistic angel, although I must admit the demon has got me into some tight corners on occasion, and then did nothing to help me extract myself from them. But neither did the angel who usually said something like, "Be sure your sins will find you out." Most of the demon's temptations involved sex, and that is, I hope, understandable given my circumstances. The circumstances I refer to involved my husband Ken. He was my tutor at university. Flattered – not to say overwhelmed - by his good looks and charm when I was studying I was soon spending nights with him in his flat and bed. His attractions were further enhanced when I learned that he was not dependent on his salary, but had what he called, "Private means" – money apparently left to him by his grandparents - much to his parent's annoyance. He was not the marrying type, and although I had him all to myself at the time, I had a strong suspicion it would not last, and he'd go on to the next girl and then the next. After all, there were plenty of attractive and randy girls around the university, and for as long as the university officials didn't learn of his activities with his female students, he had a wide choice. It was the little demon that popped the idea into my head and the angel that warned me it would end up badly. For once the angel proved to be right. I told Ken I was pregnant. He cursed the condom manufacturers for selling faulty products, but he realised I'd got him cornered. I'd only have to let it be known around campus who was the daddy of the coming bundle of joy, and he'd be in trouble. The upshot was, he married me. I waited until around the time when the fruits of our union should have been making its presence visible, and told him as ingenuously as I could manage that it had been a false alarm. To give him credit, he didn't rant and rave. He took it very quietly; in fact he took it so quietly that had I been more perceptive I might have become suspicious. The reason for his calm reception of my announcement soon emerged. It was as if I'd given him carte blanche to resume his old games with the girls. Again, to give him credit, he didn't bring them home. He was obviously going to their place for his salacious pleasure. As his extra-marital affairs increased, so my share of his body went into decline. For a somewhat libidinous young woman this proved a burden very hard to bear. It became worse when, I suppose as a sort of punishment for my deception, he started to boast to me about his latest conquests. The first time he did that was after he came back from a week long academic conference and told me he had managed to seduce a rather attractive female professor. The angel had proved to be correct; it ended up badly. Well, not exactly ended. From my point of view it was nice to have access to money. I'd never had much before I got married, and now having it, it was rather like a drug I didn't feel I could cope without. I'm only guessing, but I think Ken hung on in the marriage partly because he didn't want to marry anyone else, and I was a good excuse for his bits on the side. I thought I could almost hear him saying; "My darling, however much I love you and want to be with you always there's Sally standing between us. If I left her she couldn't go on living," or crap similar to that. Another reason for his not ending it between us was probably my non-sexual use value. Soon after we got married we moved out of his flat and into a very pleasant and extremely expensive house close to the university. I kept the place well and served as the gracious and, I must boast and say, attractive hostess for the dinners he held for his colleagues. Regarding those dinners, it's amazing what a horny a lot those male academics are. When they managed to corner me they were always talking about, "Modern open marriages," and "Meaningful relationships." That's how I was assured I was attractive; they could barely keep their hands off me. To be fair I must add that some of the female academics tried to persuade me that "the real thing" was woman with woman. So each of us had our selfish reasons for maintaining the marriage and presenting ourselves as a devoted couple. Of course my demon kept suggesting that I took on one – or even more – of the academics who so urgently required entry into my vagina, and naturally the angel warned me once again it would end badly if I did. Being somewhat more sophisticated about the ways of the world by then, I saw the angel's point of view. While it was okay for Ken to play the field, I was fairly sure that if I had an affair and he found out, he would forgo those domestic advantages he had with me, and divorce would follow. I wasn't absolutely certain about this, but I wasn't at that stage prepared to risk losing the financial advantages staying married to Ken gave me. As far as sexual gratification was concerned I relied on my good friend the vibrator. Angel had something to say about this as well. It told me I would go blind and I'd be infertile. I took little notice of this since angel often used blackmailing threats like that, and in any case fertility didn't come into it. Once Ken learned of my alleged false pregnancy he made sure he couldn't impregnate any other female, and had a vasectomy, so even if he did copulate with me – which he didn't – he couldn't have fertilised me. That of course kept me virtuous because if I'd had an affair and slipped up, Ken would know he couldn't be the father. One feature of the house had me beaten. It had a huge garden and Ken refused to do anything with it. I tried my best, but it was too much for me, so I started to complain. I asked Ken to employ a gardener and he agreed. "There are plenty of hard-up students at the university always looking to make a few dollars, so I'll get one of those." Not exactly the professional gardener I'd hoped for, but rather than complain further I let it go at that. Students come and go of course, and the first two we had lasted a bit less than a year each. Their knowledge of gardening was minimal and by the end of their time the garden looked very little different from when they started – a mess, with me still struggling to do something with it. The third student was a rather different proposition. Ken told me that he was studying at the Agricultural College and was doing a couple of single subjects at the university as part of his main course. To begin with he looked different from the other two. He appeared to be healthy and strong, and I must say he was very good looking. He also had a pleasant manner which also made a change, because the first two were inclined to be surly, especially when I tried to explain to them what I wanted them to do. His name was James ("Just call me Jim"), and I said, "Sally, just call me Sally." It took very little explanation to get him to understand what I wanted. He even added some good suggestions of his own. After a while I learned that his parents ran a large plant nursery in one of the provincial towns and he had hopes of taking over one day, hence the course he was taking. Initially impressed with him, over the next few weeks I became increasingly disappointed. Certainly he appeared to work hard but nothing seemed to result. Then suddenly it all emerged; flower beds, a vegetable garden and places marked out where shrubs and trees were to be planted. When I expressed my surprise he explained that it took time to prepare the ground properly, and as he only worked for us four hours a week it had taken much longer for the preparation than if he'd worked at it full time. It was now my choice to decide exactly what to plant. I'm a garden lover, but not a very capable gardener, so I resorted to Jim constantly for his suggestions. He suggested that I order the plants I wanted from his parents and he would be able to get them at a discount. The result was that plants and seeds began to arrive by van. For people like Ken who wanted everything completed yesterday if not sooner, a garden can be frustrating. With plants you can't put your foot on an accelerator and make them go faster; they have their own time clock. But eventually the results of Jim's labour began to emerge. He had arranged things so that in our South Australian climate there was nearly always something blooming throughout the year, and the vegetables started to make an appearance in our kitchen. The shrubs came along fairly quickly, but the trees that looked like sticks when first planted were much slower to advertise their potential. There was something else growing as well. I liked Jim and once he had prepared the garden beds I started to occasionally work with him. I also invited him into the house for a drink or a snack, and all the signs were that he liked me. A messy weed strewn garden is just a messy weed strewn garden and manages quite well on its own. A garden put into order and kept in order requires ongoing work to keep it that way. So it came about that I asked Ken if we couldn't employ Jim more often. Now one thing I can say for Ken, he wasn't mean with money, at least where I was concerned. He probably thought it kept me quiet about his inamoratas, and to tell the truth, he was right. He muttered something about, "It's your garden so do what you like," and that was the end of the matter as far as he was concerned. So I offered Jim an extra four hours a week if he could manage it along with his studies. He seemed to have taken a personal interest in the garden and he readily agreed to the extra hours. This led to my having more frequent contact with him. In hind sight it is possible to mark certain turning points in a relationship that show it is either growing or declining. Such a turning point in my relationship with Jim came about one warm summer day. It was almost a cliché situation that gave rise to the change. I was not expecting Jim that day, so deciding a sun tan was in order I put on a bikini and stretched out on a sun lounger on the lawn. Half an hour later Jim came on the scene. He spotted me and started to say, "I just thought I'd drop by to...." He stood staring at me as if he'd suddenly been struck dumb. The poor boy was only wearing shorts and T-shirt and what he was feeling was made obvious by the growing lump in the region of his groin. My demon had been saying for some time, "That boy fancies you Sal," and the angel had been saying, "Yield not to temptation Sally." Now the demon's words were proved correct, or were certainly correct at that moment. "Now's your chance Sal," the demon gloated, while the angel cried out, "Surrender not to the desires of the flesh Sally, and besides your not on the pill and he may not have a condom with him." Trying to overcome the awkwardness of the situation and my own rising response to that display of fine manhood I asked, "What...what are you doing here Jim?" He made a visible effort to overcome his emotional condition and said, "Oh...er...I...I just thought I'd drop in and...er...prune a couple of bushes that need...need..." His voice trailed away and I could see he was trying to not look at me and failing. "Go on Sal, get him while he's hot for you," the demon said, while the angel for some obscure reason quoted, "By the waters of Babylon there we sat down and wept, yea, we wept." "Shut up the pair of you," I told them silently, "I'll handle this." Jim found his tongue again and said, "I'll go if it's not convenient." "No...no," I assured him, "its fine, you just go ahead." He disappeared into the garden shed to emerge a few seconds later with pruning shears. I called to him, "Come in for a drink when you've finished." "Oh...er...right." I got up and made my way into the house and my bedroom and put on a light cotton housecoat. There was no point in getting the poor boy worked up even more, or myself for that matter. That was a turning point in my relationship with Jim. There was no denying the affect I'd had on him, and as my demon kept reminding me, I had responded to that obvious arousal in like manner. My demon kept berating me thereafter for having missed the opportunity when it arose to gratify my need. Angel, instead of praising me for self-restraint, kept telling that if I had succumbed "Your sins will find you out." Not very encouraging really. He came into the house for his drink after he had finished pruning and we sat in the kitchen and he seemed to have overcome his emotional crisis. I did wonder if he had popped into the shed to masturbate, and if so, whether he had fantasised me as he ejaculated. Our conversation was somewhat bland. It consisted mostly of his having been on his way from the university to go back to the Agricultural College and that he'd had a couple of hours to spare, so that was why he'd dropped in to do the bit of pruning. I think he felt he had to excuse himself for catching me in a state of near nudity, although why he felt that need is strange when you think that you can go down to the beach and see scores of women similarly dressed. Then it occurred to me that it was because it was me he'd found like that. Perhaps I occupied some special place in his thoughts; perhaps he thought more highly of me than I deserved, and that I found deeply moving, for it implied feelings of love, or at least respect. He left when he had finished his drink, and I had quite a bit to think about. If I had inspired not only sexual arousal in him, but love as well, did he really know what sort of woman I was? I had been somewhat promiscuous since I was sixteen; I manipulated Ken into marriage and stayed with him because I enjoyed his money. Some perhaps might not think these things particularly bad, and might even congratulate me for my guile. But the idea of being desired and loved by someone like Jim who seemed so decent tended to blow my peccadilloes out of all proportion in my mind. I actually wanted to hear advice from demon and angel, but it was always the case when I needed them most, they remained silent. Now, in the nights, I thought increasingly about Jim, especially when I was using the vibrator. As I hoped he fantasised me when he masturbated, I fantasised him when I orgasmed. Afterwards I thought how ridiculous the situation was; me a married woman, and at a guess nearly ten years older that Jim. Surely he had a girlfriend of his own age? That thought hurt with surprising intensity. I felt unreasonable jealousy, an unhealthy emotion at any time, but it wouldn't go away. It was strange that I'd never felt jealous of Ken's women. Seeing Jim when he came to work in the garden hurt even more. I told myself I wouldn't work in the garden with him as I had been doing for some time, but the resolve melted when I saw him. I also told myself that I wouldn't invite him into the house again, but that resolve also collapsed in his presence. The problem was, he was such a lovely and open young man who seemed to have not a scrap of deviousness in him. As the saying goes, with Jim "what you saw was what you got." I asked myself if I loved him or was just flattered that I'd managed to attract a man younger than myself, but I grew increasingly eager for his visits, and started to feel the preliminary stages of sexual arousal when in his presence, I knew I was involved and probably in love with him. Then demon stepped in at last. "You can get what you want, just tempt him. Let him see you in your bikini again, or let him catch you in your panties and bras. Flatter him; tell him how good looking he is and that lots of woman must fancy him; that'll get him to make a move." Angel as so often came in with what seemed utterly irrelevant; "Toucheth not the grape when it is ripe, for it bitteth like a serpent." I told angel that if it (I never found out if it was him or her although I felt that demon was definitely masculine) couldn't come up with something more constructive then it had better shut up. That caused it to sulk and say nothing. It became increasingly clear to me that I was in love with Jim, and he with me. You know how it is when you're in love with someone and are sexually aroused; you don't seem to be able to keep still in their presence. That's how it was for me when Jim was around; I would tremble and move about agitatedly, and I seemed to detect the same response in him. I longed to touch him, or better still, he touch me, holding me close, and then...then..." "Sin is couching at the door," angel yelped. Demon said, "The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it." I was very close to yielding. The vibrator was okay, but what I really longed for was a man's body pressed close to mine; his lips on mine; his penis filling my womanhood with warm sperm; and not just any man, but Jim. Then came one of those turning points I mentioned before. Another warm day; I wasn't in my bikini, in fact from memory I was wearing a rather plain cotton smock-type dress – the sort I often wore when working in the garden. Jim on the other hand was wearing some of those damnable shorts that gave a reasonable display of his genitals even when they were slack. As was frequently the case by then, that mighty organ did not remain slack for long. It made its presence obvious for all Jim's attempts to hide it. I was extremely agitated, feeling myself growing wet between my upper thighs and trembling. I saw a rose I had not noticed before that had come into full bloom; it was a beautiful deep red with white tips on its petals. I called out to Jim, "I haven't seen this before, what's it called?" "I-I-It's a n-n-new s-s-strain my per-parents have...have developed," he replied. "It's lovely, but what's it called?" "I've cer-called it, Lovely Sally." I felt my legs grow weak and they seemed barely able to support me and Jim couldn't look at me. There was a long silence between us, and in that silence I knew for certain Jim loved me, and I, being truthful, probably for the first time in my life was in love. No more using a man, no more manipulation, no more lust and greed; I was deeply and sincerely in love. Jim broke the silence with what seemed like sudden resolve. "Sally, I've got to speak to you, I've something to tell you." He was looking at me then, so I said weakly, "It sounds serious, let's go in for a drink and you can tell me." He started to speak again, "But I..." I didn't hear what else he might have said because I'd turned and made my way into the house, not looking back to see if he was following me. In the kitchen I went to the refrigerator and took out the orange juice we usually drank, and by then Jim was there, but only standing hesitantly at the kitchen door. "Aren't you coming in," I asked. "Der-do you think I should?" "For heaven's sake Jim, you've been in here and the lounge scores of times, so why not now?" "Oh...er...all right, but it's just that..." "We'll go into the lounge," I said as I poured the juice into glasses. "If you've got something serious to say to me, then we might as well be serious in comfort." I was hoping demon and angel might have something to say, but only angel spoke, "Remember, the one above sees all." A Gardening Affair Still looking hesitant Jim picked up his orange juice and followed me into the lounge. We seated ourselves opposite each other in armchairs. I sipped the juice and said, "Well?" a trifle more vehemently than I'd intended because I felt so tense. I wasn't sure what to expect, but what I got was certainly not what I'd anticipated. Jim took a deep breath and said, "I can't work for you any more." That took the wind out of my sails. "You can't...why...why...we're such good...have I done something...have I...er...upset you...what...?" "Ner-no...ner-nothing ler-like that Sally." He seemed to rally and his next words came out in a rush. "It's nothing you've done, it's what you are." "What I am? What am I, what's wrong with me?" "Nothing, there's nothing wrong with you Sally, that's just the trouble." "Well for God's sake say what it is about me. You can't just walk away and not tell me, that's not fair." "I...er...it's der-difficult." I was starting to get angry so I said, "I don't care how difficult it is just tell me. You say you're leaving; you say it's something to do with me but there's nothing wrong with me and I haven't upset you, so what the hell is it that's so difficult to tell me? "I'd better go," he said rising. "No you don't Jim," I said, also rising. "If you try and leave I'll scream the place down and accuse you of trying to rape me." The moment I'd said it I knew what a bloody terrible thing it was to say. It was my old game of manipulation again. "Oh God Jim," I said, starting to feel tears coming, "I didn't mean that, but please, don't just walk away without telling me what it is...what it is about me, we've been such good friends and...and you need the money." Jesus, there it was again, money. I didn't know what Jim's problem with me was, but there was one thing he might have picked on, my thinking that it all came down to money. He looked at me solemnly and said, "I didn't work here just for the money, I could have managed without that; it was just that I got to love the garden and...and..." "And what?" "You; can I leave now?" "I flopped back in the chair saying, "No you can't. You can't say you love me and then walk away. Is that what it's all about, you loving me?" "Yes." "But surely if you love me you'd want to be near..." "No, it's too painful." "Painful? But isn't love supposed to be beautiful like...like the Sally Rose?" "Yes, but...but when it's...when you can't...when you love someone who's..." "Married?" "Er...yes...you don't know what it's like seeing you and wanting to...to...you know, it's so...so..." "Frustrating?" "Yes, so I'd better leave. I can get someone to replace me if you like but..." "No I don't like it Jim, I don't like it one little bit. It doesn't seem to have occurred to you that I might have feelings about you." "No...yes...no...I mean, I'm sure you like..." "Like...like...you silly man, I love you." "You...?" "Yes." "But you can't, there's..." "Ken?" "Yes." "Jim," I said, rising. "Come with me." I grabbed hold of his T-shirt and pulling him after me I took him along the passage and opened a door, and asked; what do you see?" "Well, it's...er...it's a bedroom." I opened another door. "What do you see?" "Another bedroom." "The first one was mine, this is Ken's." "You mean you don't..." "No, not for a long time; don't you know that he..." "Well, I've heard rumours, but that's what I thought they were, just rumours, because having...if I had...he's got you and you're so..." "I know what you're thinking Jim, but there are lots of women who are attractive. You just see me as some idealised image you have of me, but if you knew the real me you mightn't be so enamoured." "No...I mean yes...I would be ena...ena...whatever you said." "But you don't know what I'm like, not really, or what I've done." "I don't think whatever you've done would change the way I feel about you, Sally." Determined that Jim would not continue to love me on the basis of a false image of me I said, "Then I'm going to tell you about me; come back into the lounge." Suddenly demon came to life. "Fool, you could have him in your bed right now and instead you're going to put him off." Angel put in its ten cents; "The truth will set you free." I ignored them both and Jim and I sat in the lounge where I told him my story of promiscuity, deception and money grubbing. Telling him I felt that angel may have been right, I did feel a sense of freedom, but at the same time I felt apprehensive. It seemed that I'd done what I could to change Jim's view of me, and now didn't want him to stop loving me. He heard me out without interrupting, and when I finished he sat for a while staring into space, then he asked, "Was that intended to make me stop loving you?" "Well, if your going to love me it has to be the real me, not some fantasy." "Good for you," angel yelled with unusual exuberance. "Stupid women," groaned demon desolately. Jim looked up at me and said, "I suppose we've all got things in our lives that make us want to cringe. We can't ignore the past, but we can learn from it and not be controlled by it. If by telling me what you have you intended to stop me loving you, then you've failed. Now I know how things are between you and Ken the only question that remains is, could you love me?" I used the sort of voice that indicates infinite patience covering up boiling impatience as I said, "Jim, didn't you hear what I said a little while ago?" "I...er...what in particular?" In the same voice I said, "I told you that I love you." "Ah, yes, so what do we do about..." "Well you can at least kiss me," I snapped. "Yes. Well...I suppose I..." "Oh for God's sake Jim." I got up and went to him, and planted a kiss on his lips that after a few seconds was on full bore. He was still sitting and I was kneeling between his legs, and could feel his hard penis pressing somewhere in the region of my breasts. When we broke from the kiss I said, "You know what I want to do with you, but I can't, not right now, unless you've got a condom." "I...er...no...I didn't think; I never thought you...we...would..." "Well then, my darling boy, there's something I can do for you - something I should have done a long time ago, so just sit back." I gave him a push and he subsided into the upholstery. I undid the belt round his shorts and pulled down the zip and drew out his penis and started to masturbate him. He cried out, "Sally...oh my God...you're ah...ah...I'm going to..." He gave a loud groan and the sperm shot out of his urethra leaping up and then cascading down onto my hand and his shorts. After his initial eject the sperm seemed to flow out of him as he pushed upward against my downward thrusts. When the last of his sperm had dribbled out of him I said, "That's a down payment on things to come, did you like it?" "Oh my God Sally, it was beautiful, much better than doing it my self; but I really wanted to..." "I know, but you'll have to be patient with me darling. I'll put myself on the pill, but it will take a while to be effective. Are you willing to be patient with me?" "I'd wait for ever for you," he replied passionately. "I promise you won't have to wait that long, but don't you think you ought to be going now, you said you only had a couple of hours and..." "I don't want to go," he protested. "You've got to, there's your studies and...and anyway Ken will be back soon and I don't want him to know about us yet." "But we will be together, won't we, I mean, permanently?" Rather coarsely I said, "When you've tried the goods properly we can talk about it; now go; you're due back tomorrow for gardening and I can masturbate you again if you want me to." I didn't give him a chance to reply or argue; I hustled him out of the house and sent him on his way. My real reason for getting rid of him was less to do with his studies and more to do with the state I was in. I'd come very close to letting him copulate with me and I knew what the consequences might be. Another ten minutes and I would have succumbed. Of course I could have got him to relieve me with his hand or tongue, but what I wanted was what I then thought of as the real thing. I was to get the real thing, but in an unexpected way. "I dropped down into an armchair and asked, "Well, what have you two got to say now?" Demon yelled triumphantly, "Excellent Sal, wonderful, but it's a pity you didn't go all the way, still, you're on the right road now." Angel was very ominous. "The fiery pit is opening unto you," it snarled. I went to my bedroom and lying on the bed I used the vibrator to get some temporary relief. Before I orgasmed I heard Ken arrive home, but since he never came into my bedroom I managed to finish myself off. As was usual when Ken deigned to be home, we ate our evening meal and then Ken disappeared into his study. He seemed to be in a rather bad mood, but I didn't enquire about it because I'd probably have got my head bitten off. Since there was only a lot of rubbish on television I decided to make an early night of it and went to bed to read. I heard Ken moving about, showering and cleaning his teeth and then all sound in the house ceased. I put the book aside and with the bed light still on lay back and thought about Jim and how much I wanted him as my lover. I started to get horny and was thinking of using the vibrator again when the door of my room slowly opened and Ken came in. He was wearing one of his fancy dressing gowns, the one with the dragons embroidered on it. He came to the side of the bed and stood staring down at me, a curious smile, or more accurately, a leer on his face. Since as I have said he never entered my bedroom I was somewhat taken aback by his presence. "What...is there something you want?" I asked. "Oh yes, my darling little wife," he replied, "There is certainly something I want." "What?" "You," he said pulling back the bedclothes from me. "I've decided its time for you and me to renew acquaintance...to get to know each other – in the biblical sense – again," he said as he removed his dressing gown to reveal that he was naked and horny. Something that up until a few months back I'd longed to happen now seemed repellent to me. I suppose it was Jim coming into my life that had made the difference. I couldn't come to Jim as a sweet innocent virgin, but as he had said, I could leave the past behind, and in that sense I could come to him refreshed. That I had resolved to do, but now that resolve was being threatened. "If you want sex why don't you go to one of your sluts?" I said. "Because I've decided to favour you with my attentions tonight," he sneered. "I don't want your attentions," I retorted. "You haven't been near me for more than two years and now you think you can come back to me just like that, well you can't, I don't want you." "Oh, so my life soul mate doesn't want me, and is she going to resist?" "If you come near me I'll kick you in the balls," I replied savagely." "Thank you for the warning, dear heart," he replied nastily, "we'll see how successful you are." "Leave me alone," I demanded, but he started to get on the bed beside me. "Leave you alone...leave you alone! You deceived me about being pregnant, we're married; you live in my house; you spend my money and now I want some return on this rather poor investment." "You should have thought about that before you started to screw around with..." I started to say, but he smothered my mouth with his. He tried to thrust his tongue into my mouth but I bit it. He took hold of one of my nipples and started to twist it, making me scream with pain. "You bitch," he snarled. "Do something like that again and I'll tear your bloody nipples off." He sank his teeth into the base of my neck, causing me to convulse and scream again. "Resist if you want to, I like a bit of a struggle, it adds to the excitement, but you'll give in eventually because if you don't you'll experience a whole new dimension in pain." I tried to knee him in the groin, but he had taken my warning to heart, and lay so I couldn't reach his testicles. "Shouldn't have warned me my love," he jeered, "now, are you going to open your legs for me or do I have to get really rough.' "I won't...I won't..." I yelled, now thoroughly scared of and revolted by him. "I think you will my darling after I've given you some encouragement." He bit viciously into one of my nipples and at the same time took hold of my clitoris and squeezed it savagely. I'm a reasonably healthy woman but not overly strong, and Ken was quite capable of breaking down my resistance, and he knew it. "That's just a little taste of what I can do to you," he sneered, as he tried to pull my legs apart. I tried to fight him off yelling out, "No...no...no...I don't want you....no..." His teeth bit into the other nipple, the one he had twisted at first, and the pain was excruciating. The next moment he was over me, feeling with his penis for my vaginal entrance, and then he was in, thrusting in brutally as I continued to wail, "No...no...no..." It was useless; the more I protested the more I seemed to spur him on. I felt his orgasm coming and finally yielded; there was nothing more I could do. When he'd finished I lay there weeping with pain and humiliation. I thought he might leave me then, but he didn't. "There my darling," he said nastily, "didn't you enjoy that. I hope for your sake you did, because I shall be doing it again shortly, and I'm sure you don't want anymore pain...or...or perhaps you liked it...shall I do it to you again? He made as if bite my nipple gain, but I screamed out, "No...no...please... don't hurt me again, I won't resist anymore, but please don't hurt me." "That's better," he said, "of course, I enjoyed raping you, it makes an exciting change, but it will be nice having you surrender to me." I lay back unresisting as he took me twice more that night before he finally left me. As he left he taunted me; "Thank you my darling, and since you enjoyed it so much, I shall probably require my conjugal rights on other occasions. Goodnight and sweet dreams." I had fought back my sobbing because he seemed to get pleasure from making me weep, but when he had gone I broke down completely, muffling my sobs with the pillow. At the time I couldn't be bothered to work out why he had suddenly decided he wanted me. Now, without really knowing, I think his current slut might have sent him on his way, or some girl he fancied had rejected him. What he had done with and to me had been far from an act of love. It had been raw lust with a desire to inflict pain. I now think he was taking his frustration and anger out on me; wanting to hurt the one who had rejected him, and being unable to do that, he had used me instead. I lay awake the rest of the night aching and throbbing with the injuries he had inflicted on me and fearful he might return. He didn't return, and I stayed in bed until I heard him leave the house. I got up and went to the bathroom. I examined myself in the mirror. I had savage bruises round my nipples, where he had bit my neck and at the top of my thighs. There were other red marks and weals where he had handled me brutally. Instead of a shower I took a long hot bath, trying to ease the pain and relax my self. It helped, but not much. I made my way back to the bedroom feeling weak and unsteady on my feet. I didn't put on bras or panties because I thought their chaffing would hurt my already painful breasts and genitals. As I slipped on a light negligee I heard Jim's car draw up. I'd wanted to give Jim so much, but now Ken seemed to have made a sexual pariah of me; someone Jim wouldn't want. That may sound foolish and unreasonable, but that was how I felt – dirty. I went to the kitchen and not feeling like eating I made myself a cup of coffee and a slice of toast and sat at the table. My mind was befuddled as I tried to come to terms with what had happened and what might happen in the future if I stayed in the house. Jim came breezily into the kitchen saying, "Good morning my love, and how are...My God, what's happened to you?" He had seen the large bruise on my neck and came over to me. I had partially resolved that I would not – could not – let Jim relate to me, but seeing him I broke down again. "Jim...Jim...darling...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." Jim looked perplexed. "Sorry...what are you sorry for it's only a bruise although a very nasty one, how did you...?" "Last night Jim, he forced me, he raped me." "Who...who raped you?" "Ken; he came to my room last night and he made me...he hurt me so badly I gave in...I'm so sorry." "He did that to you," Jim said in a low voice that was clearly masking a rising fury. "That and a lot more," I wept. Jim came to me and gently opened my negligee. He looked at my bruised nipples and thighs, and all the other marks of Ken's brutality. "My God, "I'll kill him...I'll kill him...he'll never do that to you again or any other women." "He threatened to come back another night," I sobbed, "I'm frightened." "I'll kill him," Jim repeated. "No...no he's not worth it," I said. "Then I'll take you away, you'll come and live with me; we'll leave now, just get your things and we'll leave." "I love you Jim, I really love you, but you can't want me after this, not after I've..." "My God, Sally, you make it sound as if you've raped him. What did you expect me to do, drop you because you were forced to have sexual intercourse with him." "A lot of men would," I moaned. "Well I'm not a lot of men," Jim replied, "the woman I love has been badly used, and I'm not going to let it happen again, so get your things and we'll go." I hadn't the energy to argue. I got together the things I could definitely say were mine and together we left the house. I've never been back there. At first Jim took me to the small unit he rented. He made no attempt to have sex with me until the worst of my injuries had healed, and when we did I was still not on the pill and at my request he didn't use a condom. You think it strange that I asked him not to use a condom? You may be right, but I wanted it to be the real thing with Jim, and I told him I longed to have a baby with him. This time it was not going to be a trap. I told him that he didn't have to marry me and that got him rather upset because he said, "You don't have to be pregnant for me to marry you, and if you do get pregnant, then we shall certainly get married." How I loved that gentle man, and I still do. I never made any claims on Ken, just being glad to be away from him. The last contact I had with him was when we divorced, and I think he was rather glad to get rid of me. When I got pregnant Jim, who had told his parents about me and the rather messy way we had ended up together, arranged for me to go and stay with them. I was somewhat scared about meeting them, feeling that they would not want to know a woman like me. On the contrary, they welcomed me as if I was already their daughter. Things were made rather difficult because Jim still had another year of his course to complete. He said he'd drop it, but I persuaded him not to. So it came about that after I'd given birth to Pauline, one bright sunny day we got married. My mother, who was a widow and not having much knowledge about my life after I left home, when she met Jim said to me, "You know Sally, I never did like that Ken you got married to. He seemed so...so..." She groped around for a word, and finally said, "Cocksure." I don't suppose she realised just what she had said, but I couldn't resist a smile. Certainly Ken was cocksure and was also sure of his cock. A Gardening Affair Now ten years on, Jim's parents have retired and Jim has taken over – well more accurately - Jim and Sally have taken over the plant nursery. I'm a lot better gardener that I used to be, and Jim is very good at fertilising; or at least, he's fertilised me a total of three times." In case you're interested, demon and angel haven't been around for years. Perhaps they've gone into retirement as well.