by Jason Lenov
"That you are," he murmured, "that you are."
We puffed our cigars for another little while.
"So are you...still in the teaching business?" he asked.
"I am. Perris. Just up the road. I'm sure you know where..."
"Oh Perris. Yeah, I know Perris alright. Good school. Good school." He puffed on his cigar. "Where were you before?"
"University of Arboles."
"No shit, huh? What brought you to this place?"
I shifted, a little uncomfortable at the sudden familiarity. "I...uh...I had to..." I stammered. I hated talking about money. Especially when the conversation was about how little I made.
"Hey. Don't worry about it. None of my business. Avey's always tellin' me I ask too many questions."
I shot him a polite smile.
"I'm in the pipin' business myself."
"Piping?"
"Yeah. You know, plumbing pipes and the like."
"Ah! Of course. Good business?"
"I do alright. We've got this place and a cottage out at the Hammocks. Avey says we should just move out there. I don't know though. Even though this town is small, I kind of like havin' some people around, you know?"
"Yes..." I mused, trying to sound interested.
"You got kids?"
"Um...no. Not yet, anyways."
"Ah, I hear ya'. Avey and I tried for a while but it never happened. Can't say I'm too upset about it though. I like our life."
He turned around and looked back inside.
"With a wife like that I bet you'll have no trouble havin' kids, when you want 'em, that is."
The knot in my stomach tightened.
"Shit," he cursed, obviously noticing my discomfort. "There I go again, shootin' my mouth off. Sorry fella'."
"It's quite alright."
I huffed on my cigar, reigniting the smouldering end into a bright orange glow. I let some of the smoke waft down my throat. It had been a while since I'd smoked and the burn felt good alongside the whisky we were drinking.
"You know," Jake said, shaking his cigar in my direction, "I never would have thought of you as the type."
I turned and saw him staring at me sort of smug. Like I'd let him in on some secret.
"The type?" I asked.
"Yeah. You know..." he said, as if that explained everything.
"I...don't think I do."
He seemed confused. Like I should have known what he was talking about.
"I mean...I mean...you know what I mean. The jewellery?"
I watched him watching me.
"Jewellery?" I asked, still confused.
"Yeah. The anklet. I didn't think you'd be the kind of guy to...go that way."
"Still not sure what you mean, Jake," I confessed.
He frowned, like he thought I was playing him or something. Then his face relaxed.
"Oh geez, I'm sorry Reg. I didn't realize it was just an anklet. Never mind me. I talk too much. You want another drink?"
Well now that he'd made such a big deal of it, I wanted to know. "That's all right. But go ahead and tell me. I'm curious now."
"Nah," he said, shaking his head and looking down onto the street below, "just forget about it."
That was kind of hard to do. "Come on now Jake, I won't be offended."
"Look," he said putting his palms up. He hesitated for a moment. "Aw hell, alright. Look, some fellas give their wife that sort of thing when they want other men to know she's...available, if you know what I mean?"
There could really only be one thing he was talking about. I turned around again to look inside. The light caught the anklet. She was wearing it again. I looked up. What I say took my breath away.
Ava and Jenny had put their drinks down. Not only had they put their drinks down but they were standing much closer to each other than they had been. Not only were they standing much closer, Ava was...I couldn't believe it. Ava was leaning in.
Their lips touched. Jenny's eyes closed. I saw her body soften. Ava's hand crawled slowly up her side.
"He he," Jake chuckled beside me. The sound seemed muted, like he was in another room. "There they go. Girls will be girls, huh?"
A ferocious red rage tore through me at the sight of their kiss. I watched as Ava's jaw opened. I knew she was sliding her tongue into my wife's mouth. I knew I should drop my drink and butt out my cigar, race inside and tear Jenny away. But my feet wouldn't move. I was paralyzed.
Jenny, my wife, looked about as different from the woman I'd married as she could. All the tension she carried around normally, the burden of guilt and shame and piousness had left her body. All her weight was on one leg, her calf flexing under it. Her normally rigid posture had melted into the most seductive curve.
I watched her chest rise as Ava's hand cupped her breast. Their mouths moved against each other in a gentle kiss. My eyes bulged. My cock began to stand.
"That's a pretty little scene," I heard Jake murmur beside me. I looked over at him, looked at his crotch, I'm not sure why. He was getting off on it as much as I was.
I thought it was a dream. When I looked back and saw Jenny's body pressed against Ava's, curling up against her touch, I thought I was dreaming. The muscles in her legs flexed as she shifted her weight. Her mouth moved slowly, soaking in the caress from Ava's lips. For a moment I thought I'd never be able to move again.
Suddenly, my body broke from its trance.
I heard the whisky glass smash on the balcony. I felt my fingers on the sliding glass. In a second I was beside her, peeling her away from Ava, ignoring the other woman's shocked gaze. That red rage boiled in my veins.
Without a word I dragged her out the door, down the stairs and into the parking lot.
"Reg!" she shouted as I pulled her arm.
I didn't want to hear it. I just wanted out of the place. I just wanted her.
Chapter 4
It had been a small wedding. Her father had offered a modest sum to help but knowing their situation, I'd declined. I'd gone into debt financing the thing myself. He'd been pleased by that. No matter how poor I felt, I knew they were much worse off.
"I haven't accustomed her to much but you'll keep her in a good way, won't you Reg?" he'd asked the night before, over grape juice and chocolates. They never drank.
"Of course I will," I replied. It was all a bit awkward, me being so much older and her having just finished school. We hadn't really dated, in the formal sense. Our meetings were secretive. No one in the school could know. We did a good job and I'd proposed the day she graduated.
The day of the wedding was exhausting. The ceremony seemed to drag on. My shoes were too tight but I didn't care. I could barely keep my eyes off her in her flowing white wedding gown. She looked like a princess. My virgin princess.
Once we'd all moved down to the church hall for the reception there were speeches, followed by crackers and cheese and terrible wine.
I sat at the head table with her by my side, a little self-conscious at the disparity in our age. Knowing everyone else in the room was staring. Why would a pristine flower marry that old rotten log? I was sure they were thinking it.
I took the first dance. She was stiff and awkward and she stepped on my toes but I didn't care. I was in love. We were in love.
When I finally settled into my chair, ready to drink myself into a stupor, the dancing began. That made me sit upright.
Not because the band was any good. They weren't. Old Christian hymns, half resuscitated by the addition of drums and an out of tune guitar. What brought me back to life was watching her.
She'd never touched a drop of alcohol before that night, or so she swore. She'd never danced with a man before. With each sip of terrible wine her hips swayed a little easier. With each dance, her body swung a little more.
I watched, mesmerized, as she danced with all the boys from her Sunday school class that had now turned into men. She seemed so comfortable with them, like she didn't need to keep her guard up any longer. Like she knew t
heir intentions were pure.
I knew they weren't. I watched as each one of those men's hands sank farther down her back, towards the round shelf of her ass, pushing against the fabric of her white dress. No one ever touched her there but damn it I imagined what it would be like if they would.
I spent that whole damned night watching her like a hawk, wondering what it would be like to see her with no clothes on, to see them with no clothes on, dancing together on the floor.
Guests came up to offer their congratulations. I could barely hear them. I could barely tear my eyes away from her with all those men. I was stiff as an iron rod in my black tuxedo pants. All I wanted to do was fuck.
When we finally got to the bedroom, her parents had pushed two beds together in one of the room's upstairs their house, I could barely contain myself.
She insisted that I turn around when she changed. I laughed. I thought she was joking. I'd never met a woman that was so shy. She wasn't. She made me turn around and wait for what felt like hours until she finally gave the word.
When I spun around on the bed, the sight of her made me stop breathing for a second.
She stood there, trembling like a sapling in the wind, her plush body barely covered by a negligee. A gift from her mother, I learned later.
I sprang up and wrapped my arms around her, pressed my lips to hers and drank in the sweetness of her innocence. She gasped when I scooped her in my arms and carried her to the bed. She seemed completely ignorant of what to expect.
Like a boor I tore my clothes off and crawled under the covers with her. I thought that all that ease she'd had on the dance floor would have stayed, along with her inhibitions. No. She was terrified.
I didn't care. She was my bride and I was going to teach her to be a good one. I'll never forget the feeling of prying her round thighs apart for the first time and crawling in between them.
She had the softest skin I'd ever touched. There was just a tiny patch of yellow down above her pussy. I pulled away the thin fabric covering her, trying not to tear it. I pulled it up over her full hips, past her slim waist and up over her round breasts, pink nipples already stiff with fear and anticipation. They spilled out and to the sides as she raised her arms.
Finally, after all that waiting, I saw her naked. I wanted to be a good lover. I wanted to be slow and gentle and give her a good first time. Nature had other ideas.
She moaned a little as I pressed my fingers against her wet slit, searching for the cleft. When I found it, I peeled it apart. It was sticky with wetness and I sank a finger into it, my cock completely stiff with desire.
I saw tears start to form in her eyes. They rolled down her cheeks slowly. I leaned in.
"Don't worry baby. I love you."
She looked at me with those big, baby blues. Like she'd never heard anyone say that before.
When the head of my cock touched her pussy lips, she stiffened even more. But as soon as I managed to wedge myself between those two soft lips of flesh, she opened her mouth and gasped. Like she couldn't believe this was what men and women did for fun.
I didn't fuck her for very long. I felt bad about that. I don't think she even came that first time. I blamed myself for not being a good lover but how could I have been? How could a man as old as me have found himself with such a perfect, virgin flower and not taken what was his?
I came quickly, groaning at the flux of seed that filled her womb.
When it was finished I lay there worrying she was going to cry some more. My body swelled with relief when she rolled slightly to one side and put her head up on my arm.
"Are we married for real now?" she asked.
I burst into an awkward guffaw. She curled away from me, making me immediately regret my laughter.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. We're married. We're married for real now. And I love you Jenny Sum...Jenny Chambers. I'll always love you."
She turned around. Her blue eyes were round and looked like they might cry again but she pressed herself against my chest.
"I...I love you," she whispered.
I'd never heard a sweeter sound.
Chapter 5
The drive home from the Sturm's was terse. Jenny was curled up into a little ball, sniffling and staring out the window. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel, a vein throbbing in my forehead as we roared home through the night.
The strangest part was I didn't know which part of me to listen to. I liked my wife a certain way and faithfulness and obedience were a part of that. I didn't like looking in through the window and seeing her pressed up against another woman in a kiss. But from the moment I'd seen it, all the way through the drive home I had a throbbing hard on like I hadn't felt in a long time.
When we got there, I tore out of the car and stormed around to her side. As soon as I had the door open I yanked her out by the wrist and dragged her into the house.
It wasn't often that I took her over the knee. She'd learned early on what I didn't like and what would earn her a spanking. Obviously this was a new situation but I was intent on teaching her a lesson.
She whimpered as soon as I put her on my lap on her stomach, knowing what was coming. I got a little red when her ribs came up against my wood but what's a man supposed to do? I didn't know myself why I was so damn excited.
Well, once I decided to give Jenny a spanking it was only going to be on her bare bottom. That's the only way I'd been spanked and it was the only way I would discipline her. When I pulled up the billowy little number she was wearing, I got one hell of an eyeful.
Her tight, white cotton panties were soaked right through. So much so I could see the slit of her pussy through them. It just made me stiffen against her, seeing how turned on she'd become. Of course, having begun to punish her I didn't want to lose my nerve.
I brought a palm down against the puffy white cheek of her ass. Her body tensed as the sting of it travelled through her. The skin started to turn pink. I slapped the other cheek, with about the same force, then the first, then the second again.
The damn thing was, it seemed like every slap made her squirm the way she did when I was doing something that felt good. This was supposed to be her punishment.
"What in the hell were you doing with your lips on that woman?" I asked with a clenched jaw.
"I'm sorry..." was all she could whimper.
I gave her a few more smacks. I couldn't help but watch the throb of that soaked pussy through her panties. I was stiff as a board with an itch to fuck that wouldn't go away. After a few more swats I leaned over her, so she could hear me whisper.
"What's this?" I asked, pressing two fingers against the drenched fabric at her cunt. Normally she would have looked away with a face that was burning red with blush. This time though, my little princess just moved her hips a little, so she could feel my fingers pressing harder against her snatch.
"Why you little hussy, I oughta..."
I couldn't even finish what I started to say. My cock was so damn stiff I thought it was going to fall off if I didn't fuck it into her. I yanked her up and walked her over to the table. She was still in her heels. She still had that bloody anklet on. That only made me harder. That was my gift to her and the whole reason behind this misunderstanding. That made me feel kind of bad. She was just doing what came natural. This was really all my fault.
I pushed the thought away. My cock was still flexing and I needed relief.
The image of Ava's lips locked with Jenny's flashed in my mind. Adrenaline raged through me. I bent my wife over the table and undid my belt.
She was breathing heavily but she didn't look scared. She didn't look scared at all. When my belt buckle hit the floor she didn't flinch. She opened her legs a little wider.
I smacked her for that, right on her bare ass again. Then I tugged those panties down. I jerked the wet fabric with both hands until it tore. I threw it on the ground. I didn't know what the hell was happening, to me or to her. There was a fire inside me I
'd never felt before.
"Your pussy's soaked!" I snapped, yanking her by the hair.
"I know," she whimpered.
"You know," I growled.
"I know."
"Why the hell's your pussy so wet?" I had my cock in my hand now. The head of it was throbbing, begging to be buried between her thighs.
"I don't know Reg."
"You don't know? I think it's because you were a little slut tonight. Did you like being a little slut? Well?!? Did you?!?" I was losing control but I wanted an answer. I needed to hear her say something about it.
Instead of answering, she looked back to see me poised at her entrance. Her eyes went wide. She reared, trying to push herself onto me.
The strangest swell of rage rushed through me, thinking of her betrayal. It wasn't just rage though. At the core of it was a dark desire. I pushed my pulsing cock against her hot, soaked entrance and drove myself inside.
"Ah!" she gasped as I filled her. Her walls were hot and tight and squeezed me as I went. I let go of my cock and put two hands on her ass. It was burning hot from where I'd smacked her. I felt the head of my cock come up against her end.
"Is that what you wanted?!?" I spewed, my hips shaking with desire.
Normally she'd just take it, let me have her and be done with it. Not this time. This time she turned and we locked eyes. This time she whispered, "Yes!"
I started rutting into her. The wet sounds of my cock drilling into her soft core floated through the room. I felt her juices running down my length, dripping off my balls.
What the hell was wrong with me?!? What the hell was wrong with us?!? What kind of pervert was I to get so turned on seeing her kiss another woman?
The question didn't have an answer. I didn't care. I looked down to see her round, creamy cheeks trembling under the weight of my thrusts. I grabbed fist fulls of her flesh and kneaded it with my fingers. It made her moan.
Her fingernails scratched against the table. From what I could see of her face it was strained, her body readying for a climax. It just made me hotter, that she was so turned on.