Huh? "I didn't feel hungry."
"You need to eat." The heat in his voice flowed with the anger on his face.
"It's kind of hard to have an appetite when you're so mad at me all the time."
"Mad? I'm not mad at you."
She laughed incredulously. "Your eyebrows are all drawn down, you've got a frown on your face. Because I didn't put out—"
He was up from his chair with an explosion of movement. "I'm mad that you're torturing yourself with this not-eating kick."
"Kick? What?"
He gripped her and shook her gently. "I don't want to see you going hungry ever again. Ever." The force and heat in his last word sent her still.
She searched his eyes. The anger she saw didn't seem to be hateful. "You don't hate me?"
His face hardened. "You don't get it, do you?"
Her mouth was opened and she was unable to formulate a response. I'm not getting a lot of things, apparently. Why are things not like I'm thinking? Do I need to think more? Or less? Maybe I need a good month to think things through.
He released her and sat back down, then he pushed his plate back. "If you aren't eating, neither am I."
He doesn't like my food? "Why?"
His words were hot. "I just told you; why aren't you listening?"
"But—"
"It rips me apart to see you so torn and suffering. It makes me want to kill."
Kill me? Or kill something else? Why are men so difficult to figure out? I need to think more, not less.
He sat there, staring at her for a moment. Then he got up in disgust and walked out of the kitchen.
~ ~ ~
Molly fretted all night, remembering his tongue on her and recalling the confusion of indecision and emotional uncertainty afterwards.
Had she been right to let him lick her? She had most definitely enjoyed it. But had she been right to stop him from making love to her? It seemed right. It seemed like the thing to do – uphold her marriage vows and draw the line.
But why did it leave her feeling so empty?
Was she at fault because she did the right thing? And if it was the right thing, why did it feel like such a total failure? Wouldn't Trent celebrate her chastity? Shouldn't Blake respect it? Why wasn't the world and angels singing of her strength?
Why did she feel like a total loser?
She cried on her left side into her pillow. Later, she flipped over and cried on her right side, too. Neither helped; she still felt like a loser.
Is this what marriage is supposed to be? Empty? Needing and not getting? Wanting and starving? Being traded for a truck?
Anger filtered through her dejection.
Why did this have to happen to me? We were supposed to be billionaires with his Microsoft certificate and our purchase of Lotto tickets. Why had we fallen into the pit of white-trash? Why is my husband off buying more stupid lottery tickets instead of facing life together with me?
She flipped over and pounded a fist into her pillow in frustration. I've been abandoned for a dream of lottery bonanzas. Lottery tickets aren't a tax on people who are really bad at math, no sir. Whoever you were, you were wrong. The lottery is a tax on stupid people.
She tossed over onto her other side, fuming. I've tried to think things through and it hasn't helped. I've tried, by God, I've tried. Maybe I'm too stupid to figure things out. Maybe God didn't bless me with enough brain cells to come up with the right answers. Every time I think around Blake, he gets worse.
She wanted to get up and march into his room, shaking a finger and saying… What? Say what?
She flopped onto her back, blowing out a large breath. Face it Molly, you're no good at thinking your way through things. No good at all. You got dumped for a truck and a lottery dream. Fact. Face it or be forever stupid.
She gritted her teeth until her jaw hurt, and stared in the darkness up at the ceiling. Something firmed in her, but she knew not what. She didn't try to think it through before she drifted to sleep.
She dreamt of Trent opening the back of the camper and lottery tickets stuffed all the way to the ceiling. She dreamt of Blake stomping around and throwing her on the bed. And she dreamt of lonely peach trees surrounding her in loneliness.
~ ~ ~
She cleaned Monday as usual, trying to be quiet around Blake and not disturb whatever mood he was in. He still seemed angry. Breakfast had been quiet and she had eaten. At least his face had softened a little then.
She wore her skirt because her panties were in the laundry, though Blake stayed away most of the day.
By dinner, though, he had started to be near her, watching.
He said, "I guess I really should take you and let you buy some underwear."
Did she want to? The idea of him looking at her appealed to her; she didn't want him to stop looking. "I think I like the skirts. Don't really need to bother with panties if I wear them. Although, during my monthly I will…" she trailed off, embarrassed.
But he was nodding, not laughing. The look on his face was thoughtful. "It doesn't bother you, running around with no panties?"
Not around you. She blushed. "Um, everything's well-hidden away…" She would never have thought of going without panties around her husband – the thought just wouldn't have crossed her mind. Why did she want to around Blake?
She pushed the thoughts away; thinking had gotten her nowhere.
A ghost of a smile twitched on his lips.
He likes the idea? Or is he laughing at me? No, stop thinking. Start doing. Make a change, Molly, she told herself. "I…don't mind you looking." Her breath caught and she held it for fear of gasping.
The smile spread.
She found herself smiling back without any control over her face that she could find. Her blush deepened. "Trent is going to call in about forty minutes."
His smile sank.
She went on quickly. "But I want to…play."
His eyes sharpened. "You admitted you weren't really thinking of him."
"It was the truth. In a way I was, but I wanted to feel you."
The smile tried a tentative twitch. "You want to play with me while you're talking to him?"
She bit her trembling lip and nodded.
"Are you sure?"
Don't think! "I want it." It was the truth, damn the consequences.
The smile bloomed again. "All right."
~ ~ ~
They were lying on the bed, playing with each other. Her hand moved up and down his shaft. His fingers moved in and out of her pussy. She was content and hot. So was their kiss.
She squeezed his shaft. Her whisper shook with heat and fear. "I want to feel it. Inside." Waves of panic and desire collided in her, but she was determined to act and not think.
His erection twitched in her hand, swelling impressively as it flexed with his gasp. He began to tremble, his muscles tense. He started to say something but stopped himself. He shut his mouth and a look of determination covered his face. He leaned up and began crawling over her.
She had to force herself to open her legs, but once she did, she relaxed. His manliness positioning himself at her most private entrance made her want to submit and surrender. Spread open, she was ready to be taken and an unbelievable itch grew in her as his cock came closer to her pussy. She clenched, already wanting his cock inside her gnawing emptiness.
He gripped himself and touched her pussy with it.
She tensed immediately, gasping, and then slowly relaxed as he twirled the head around. What had seemed like it might be the end of the world had instead turned into something familiar: a man's penis against her pussy. It hadn't been hard, except in her mind. Relaxing as she did, she reached for him and arched her hips. "Put it in—"
He was pushing in. After not having sex for so long, she thought she had shrunk and would be ripped open. But she didn't rip or tear or explode like she thought. Her lips stretched open and she felt the familiar filling sensation as his cock slid deep into her. The fullness banished the emptiness. A perfect fit an
d perfect feel. Her mouth was open and she let out a long sigh of intense relief.
Once again, her hole was satisfied with a man; it was what she was made for. Their union was male and female, strength and emotion twined together in a bond of flesh.
He began moving, sliding in and out, leaving delicious thrills spinning through her as his shaft made fantastic friction on her stretched lips. His hardness quenched her hunger. His thrusts moved her with force and familiarity. Something so wonderful that she had shared with her husband was now being shared with Blake, and there was no difference in the feel of the act.
Why had she been so timid?
Blake's cock drove down into her, affirming his desire in an intimate sharing of passion.
She clutched at him.
He pulled out.
She looked at him horrified. Don't take it away.
He motioned. "Hands and knees."
Oh, change positions… She rolled over and knelt.
The slap that landed on her ass was not hard, but the shock of it altogether caused her to cry out in surprise.
He said, "That's for teasing me." His cock shoved at her entrance and she moaned at the feel of salacious stretching and the slight sting on her ass cheek.
His shaft speared into her and her arms collapsed, her face driven into the bed. She let out a long groan of lust and satisfaction.
Her phone rang.
Blake growled and began to pull out.
She whipped her ankles up to his hips and said, "No."
"But he's—"
"I want you inside." She grabbed the cell and settled forward into a comfortable position. She thumbed the Call button. "Hello?"
Trent's comforting voice came through. "Hi, hun."
"Hi."
Blake wasn't moving.
Trent said, "Well, didn't do too well with the tickets, but I've got a couple hundred of the big balls. So we'll see what the big one turns up. They draw tomorrow."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I'm excited about it."
"I hope you win."
He shifted around on the other end. "I miss you."
You dumped me. But she told him the truth. "I miss you, too." She reached under and grabbed Blake's balls and the base of his shaft. She massaged.
Her husband's voice deepened a little. "So what are you doing?"
"Not much. I'm on the bed in my room."
"Mmm, wish I was there. You know I played with myself last night a little, thinking of you."
"You did?"
"Yeah, I'm sort of doing that right now." He chuckled. "What about you? Are you able to talk?"
She pushed herself back on Blake's cock, feeling his fullness slide deep. "Yes."
"I've got it out and I'm playing with it. That's not gross, is it?"
"No, of course not." She pushed back again, ramming her butt back against Blake's hips. She closed her eyes as his cock went deep again – deeper than her husband's could go.
"Oh? Good. Are you…playing…?" He sounded excited.
She reached and gripped Blake's shaft and began stroking it while the head was inside her. She gasped. "Yes."
"Does it feel good?"
She squeezed Blake's cock and then shoved back on it. "Very good."
Trent moaned on the other side.
Blake gripped her hips and shoved hard, forcing his cock into her over and over.
She dropped her head down onto the bed and moaned happily. Her pussy was up in the air and open, admitting Blake and taking it all with an overwhelming relief. You traded me for a truck, and now I'm being fucked and loving it. "Oops, I think I hear Blake coming. Gotta go." She was panting and clicked off the phone.
The phone went flying as she was suddenly flipped over.
Blake moved between her spread-eagled legs and thrust his stiff erection back into her. She moved up the bed with the force of the thrust and cried out in surprise. He pounded into her, grunting with effort, driving his cock deep and hard.
Her pussy didn't stand a chance. It tried clenching at him, tried feeling each move, but was so overwhelmed that it built a furious frenzy of need deep inside her. His hips pounded into hers, his balls slapped her ass, and the entire bed moved and squeaked with his thrusts.
Molly was almost hyper-ventilating. The sensations in her pussy were so intense and fast that she felt as if she couldn't catch her breath. She spread her legs out farther, getting a grip with her feet, and humping her hips back up at him. She offered her married pussy to this man to be taken and dominated. She wanted it. She wanted to be violated by Blake. She wanted to fuck him while her husband was away.
It was with immense satisfaction and success that she felt Blake unload inside her, squirting his hot seed deep. She groaned loud at the completion of the violation, fully happy and satisfied.
Why did I try to hold back?
EPILOGUE
Molly was riding Blake in his bed. Her hips moved slowly, her pussy sliding up and down his shaft.
He said, "I wonder if Trent will get Christmas off?"
It had been three months since their first fuck. They had followed with a spree of pairings that lost number in the amount. She had never felt so satisfied.
She shrugged. "He hasn't said. Been rather secretive about it. But he said he had a present for you."
"Probably my truck."
Molly nodded. "It's been enough time to get that used RV he had his eyes on."
Blake's face clouded. "I don't want you to go."
She smiled, warmed by his sentiment. "Oh? And why not? You'll have your truck back."
"It might have started that way…"
"But?" She wanted to hear it. Bastard Blake had been stubbornly obstinate.
He held his breath and pursed his lips.
She twisted her mouth. "Come on, you won't miss me."
"Yes, I will."
"Why? Why, Blake Parker? Tell me why."
A smile flicked across his uncertain face. He drew a breath.
She pushed down on his chest as if to shove him. "Why?"
He looked away. "Because I love you."
Finally. Finally after three months of non-stop fucking I get you to admit it. "Is that all?"
His eyes snapped back to her. "Do you know how much that took? You're married."
"Wasn't hard at all, was it? Maybe you think too much." She clawed at his chest. "I love you, too."
He shook his head. "It can't work."
"What can't work?"
"You being with him. What am I supposed to do?"
She leaned down and laid on him, her pussy making little circles with his shaft buried deep. "What does Blake want?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you want?"
He shook his head. "I want you."
"And how do you think you can have me?"
"Well, it seems sort of pointless, but, will you marry me?"
She laid her head down sideways on his chest and closed her eyes. Tears leaked and she gently gripped his chest with her fingers. "Thank you."
He seemed confused and confounded. "What?"
"I accept, I accept."
"But you're married."
She giggled. "Not for long."
"But—"
"I'm also pregnant."
Blake heaved under her in shock. "You are?"
She laughed. "I've taken over a hundred of your loads inside me, did you think I was sterile or something?"
His mouth was open, dumbfounded. "I… But…" He swallowed. "You'll marry me?"
"Of course, silly." She kissed his lips.
"But Trent—"
"Is married to his dreams for money. I want to know a real man loves me and wants me. I want you."
His arms came up and encircled her. Those arms would never leave her.
~ ~ ~
The divorce was painless. No kids, no property, no possessions: no court appearance.
Trent felt betrayed, but wasn't that what she had felt all along? To whom had he be
en married? Lady Molly? Or Lady Money? She hoped his new mistress would serve him well.
She didn't wish him ill, but she found she needed more in her life than the common pursuit of money. She needed love and not to be put second to the quest for a dollar.
She needed love and passion and commitment. She needed Blake, and she got him.
Thank you for reading My Husband Traded Me; I hope you enjoyed it. As you can see, I don't have a "street team" following me around giving all my books a dozen 5-star reviews the day of release. All reviews are greatly appreciated.
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