by K T Morrison
Lovelace finally said, “Lynn, you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
Her voice was a croak again, and she struggled to say, “What did I do?”
“What did you do?” he said, making it sound as though it was irritating to him even that she didn’t know. “Well, Lynn. Where did you go?”
“Oh, no ...” she whispered.
Skyler said, “She went to New York City.”
Lovelace repeated, “She went to New York City.”
“Lovelace,” Lynn said, struggling to phrase her defence. “Lovelace ... It was the NAGRI conference. You know I was going ... I deliver the symp—”
“You didn’t tell me,” he said calmly.
“You know it’s every year. You know I go ... You used to go ...”
“My Lynn was in New York City and she didn’t have my permission.”
Madison folded the belt into thirds and lightly smacked Lynn’s haunch and whispered, “She’s a stray dog.”
Lynn said, “No ...”
Lovelace said, “You are a stray dog, aren’t you?”
Madison got close to Lynn’s ear and sneered, “Stray bitch.”
Darren saw Lynn flinch, feeling the breath so close to her ear. She raised her shoulders and closed her eyes.
Skyler said, “I thought you would know better. Smart woman like you.” She eased herself off the wall and came behind Lynn, running her hands over her shoulders and then down her arms. Then they slipped underneath, came together at the front and began to undo the top button on Lynn’s shirt. Lynn sucked her lips under her teeth and bit them.
Lovelace disregarded them for a moment, crossed his leg one over the other, reached to the bed stand and took the newspaper, folded it in half and began to read the top story.
Darren said again, “Lynn, are you okay?”
“Lovelace?” she said.
Darren saw Lovelace raise a hand, one index finger extended, granting her limited permission.
Lynn said to Darren, “I’m okay. I am.”
Madison was staring Darren down again and he eased himself back in the seat. Skyler had Lynn’s shirt open and was now pulling it down her shoulders, revealing her only in a bra. She worked the zipper on the back of her skirt. Then quickly she had the skirt on the floor and her bra unsnapped, the straps dangling down her arms and then falling to join the skirt.
Lynn stood only in her panties. The woman he met in university, the woman he’d shared his entire adult life with. She had birthed his babies; she had raised them wonderfully, they had created a home together. Built a family. Their daughter graduated Magna Cum Laude, Owen was going to Harvard. None of what he saw this morning made any sense.
Now Lovelace’s attention returned, laying the newspaper down in his lap, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward. He regarded Lynn coolly, looking her up and down. He said to her, “Remove those panties.”
Lynn didn’t hesitate. With no protest, she thumbed the strings that crossed her hips and shoved them down, swaying her hips until they fell to the floor. Darren saw that his wife’s sex had been completely shaved. Her regular grooming had been discarded. Her body, which he hadn’t seen for quite some time, at least in the flat and open daylight, was startling. His wife had toned abs, a narrower waist.
He’d noticed that her shape had taken a nicer silhouette, knew how much time she’d been spending at the gym, too. But now seeing the tightness of her forty-five-year-old body shocked him. And she had groomed herself, something that she had never done. Never having shaved it completely, often even griping that she had to get a Brazilian when they went somewhere tropical.
Lovelace stood, towered over her; like a military commander inspecting a soldier, he walked around her, head tilting from left to right as he examined Darren’s wife’s body. Then he reached and pinched her middle, just to the right side of her belly button. He bunched little skin, and he seemed to like that. He ran a finger down the small of her back and though Darren couldn’t see, he imagined that he was cupping her buttocks. Then he was back sitting down, picking up his newspaper again. He said, “Well, I have nothing to complain about there. You’ve been keeping up with your duties.”
Lynn nodded.
“But still, you went astray.”
And with that, Madison, who had looped the belt through the buckle, hooped it around Lynn’s neck and pulled it tight. It formed a circle around her neck and Lynn hands dashed up to her neck to grip it. She looked to the ceiling, baring her teeth, trying to breathe. But Madison tightened it, gripped one hand at the back of her neck and pulled with the other.
Darren jumped up, but Lovelace snapped his fingers and regarded him, pointed back at the chair. He said, “Darren, we’re just putting a collar on this dog.”
Darren didn’t sit down, he stared at Lynn and he said, “Please, baby ...”
Lynn nodded, her eyes narrow and watery, tears streaming to her ears, she whispered, “I’m okay,” and bubbles formed in the corners of her mouth.
Loveless said, “Madison, Darling, would you take my dog for a walk.”
Skyler laughed.
Madison said, “I’d love to.” She pulled on the leash, making Lynn circle around behind her, and she guided the collar cinched around her neck lower and lower until Lynn went on all fours. Darren felt his eyes welling with tears seeing his wife degraded like this. She was on her hands and her knees, Skyler now kicking Lynn’s loafers off of her feet. Loveless turned his head and regarded Darren over his shoulder and smiled with great satisfaction.
“Don’t be alarmed, Darren, it may seem harsh but Lynn needs discipline. We’ll get through this,” he said calmly, while slowly nodding. Darren nodded in simpatico, completely unsure why he would even do that.
Madison said, “Come,” and she gave the leash a jerk, began walking, Lynn then following along behind on her hands and knees like a dog. Madison walked around in a circle, and Darren watched his beautiful wife being treated like dirt. She graduated near the top of her class, she flew through her undergrad, law school, the bar was a breeze. She worked her ass off for a living, she made money. She was smart, and she was a dedicated mother. How could she let them do this? He wiped at his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose. When he blinked away the wet, he saw that Lovelace had rolled up the newspaper and now extended it toward Skyler who took it gladly. She patted it against her palm a few times, walking to where she anticipated Lynn would pass.
Madison was laughing. As Lynn stumbled along past Skyler’s feet, she raised the newspaper and swatted her bottom hard with a hollow sounding whomp. Lynn made no sound, but he saw as she came around that she bit her lip.
Madison giggled, said, “Bad dog, bad,” and she led her past Skyler once more who was waiting with the newspaper rolled up and held behind her. When Lynn passed she gave her another loud smack that made her thighs shake. As Madison led her around one more time, Darren saw his wife from behind. Two furry red marks almost on top of each other blazed across both her cheeks. In between her legs he saw her bare sex. But most surprising, most disheartening and hurtful, he saw that his wife was wet. Lynn was aroused by this treatment.
He reeled, actually put his hand over his heart. He was torn, a cyclone of love and fear and anger and emptiness coming up from somewhere inside and clearing his landscape, wiping away the trailer park of his whole life. This was Lynn. She wanted this. This wasn’t punishment, this was what his wife liked.
“Oh, my God,” he sighed and then he tried to grab the words, the hand over his heart coming up to clutch at his mouth. “Oh, my God, no ... Lynn ... No ...”
But there it was again, Skyler waiting and as Lynn passed on her reddening knees she let loose with another swat, smacking his wife right across the back of her thighs and hissing, “Bad dog.”
Lovelace stood now, and Darren saw that this bizarre and rough treatment of his wife had stiffened him. His cock hung low, but it angled away from his body, bobbing and swinging. And then more realization tumbling over top of
him, crushing him like an avalanche: Lynn knew this man. This was the one with whom she cheated. Lynn had partaken of the pleasure of his enormous tool.
He choked and cried, fell out of the chair and onto his knees. Sat back, both his hands on his face, pulling at his cheeks drawing his eyes down, feeling the cold against his eyeballs. Lovelace stepped over Lynn, motioned for Madison to walk her in front of Darren and she did.
Now Lovelace walked to Darren and squatted down next to him. Lynn’s bent over ass was pointed directly at them. He gripped him at his shoulder, pinching that muscle between the joint and his neck. Not mean, not hurtful, almost supportive. Lovelace said, “Darren, a woman like your wife wants a strong hand.”
“No,” he gasped.
Lovelace pointed with his chin to Lynn’s bare spread ass. “Take a look—you see what I see?”
Darren nodded, weakly attempted to say Yes, his mouth moving but no sound coming out.
Lovelace reached out, touched Lynn’s bare bottom, swooping each cheek in a circle then he came up the middle, slipping two middle fingers along the twisted rosy folds of his wife’s vagina. He stroked the tips up and down, Darren hearing the wet smacking noises they made. Then he slipped them up inside his wife and Lynn gasped, her back arching and her face pointing toward the ceiling.
Lovelace watched his fingers plunge in and out of Lynn. The wet suction sound was unavoidable. Lynn was dripping wet. Darren watched her back expanding and contracting, the ribs pressing out against the flesh as she breathed heavily and lustily.
Lovelace removed his fingers slowly, letting them drag up toward her anus and then away. Now he regarded Darren, looking him in the eye. He said, “There are things that Lynn needs that you can’t give her,” And he extended those two wet fingers towards Darren’s mouth, touching him then on his lower lip, running them in a slippery crescent tracing the curl.
“Your wife desperately needed a man who could give her the things she craved. Do you understand?” Lovelace said.
Incredibly, Darren did understand. Slowly he began to nod his head.
“Good,” Lovelace said, and he stood, left Darren on his knees on the floor in revelatory misery.
As he passed Madison, Lovelace whispered something in her ear and he returned to the bed and sat on the edge. Skyler tossed the newspaper back on to the nightstand and smiled at Darren. Madison led his wife by the leash so that she walked on her hands and knees until she was between Lovelace’s open thighs. She reached down, loosened the belt, ran it through and released Lynn’s neck. She tossed it aside and stepped back.
Lovelace said, “Lynn, you know you can’t leave without my permission.”
“I know,” she whispered and sat straighter, blinking wetly, tears streaming down her cheeks, red lines around her neck from where the belt had been tight around her. Her hair had come out of the loose bun and it hung around her shoulders. Lynn said, “What did you do to Darren?”
“Do you worry about him?”
“I do,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I can’t help it.”
“That’s all right,” he said. “Darren is fine.”
“I’m so sorry,” she blubbered, tears coming again, face turning red, and she repeated, “I’m so sorry. Forgive me.” She began to sob, and fell between his legs, her hands on his thighs her face buried in his genitals.
Lovelace ran his hands through her hair, caressed the top of her skull and around down her neck. She cried in his lap.
Lovelace said, “It was a mistake, wasn’t it?”
“It was,” she cried wetly into his crotch.
“You weren’t being defiant.”
She shook her head rapidly, the scratching sound of her hair against his skin.
“Let me see your face,” he said.
Lynn sniffed, sat straighter again, eyes pleading upward toward her master.
“Look at that face,” he said. “My beautiful Lynn. Open your mouth for me, darling.”
Lynn let her jaw fall, opened her mouth, a string of spittle between her top and lower lip. She sniffed again. Now Lovelace took his tool, lifted it and drew a line along the angle of her jaw then up alongside her mouth, touching along the curve of her nose.
“Open wider,” he said.
Lynn did, and he put the head of his penis inside her mouth. “Aw, Jesus,” Darren cried. “Oh, Lynn ...”
He saw that his words were affecting her, saw that her eyes tried to dart toward him but she controlled them from doing so. But the things that he cried had brought her more tears. Running now, swelling on the rim of her eyes, rolling down her jaw.
“That’s it,” Lovelace said calmly, “close your mouth around it.”
Lynn formed a seal with her lips, holding just the big flared glans of Lovelace’s cock in her mouth.
Chapter Thirteen
Lynn sucked Lovelace’s unwashed cock to hardness. Her pretty mouth slipping and slurping on another man. The jealousy boiled inside Darren but he was transfixed. Her pretty and familiar hands clenched another man’s shaft and stroked him while she sucked. Her wedding ring winked in the mid-morning sun. The room was quiet now except for the wet sounds of his wife’s mouth on another man’s organ, and the soft breathy chuckling of the two girls watching over her shoulder. When Lynn had him completely hard, Madison knelt next to her, rubbing her hand over Lynn’s bare back.
She whispered to her, “You want him to come in your mouth?”
“Mm-hmm,” Lynn squeaked without stopping her oral.
“You want to taste him?”
She nodded her head while she continued to suck.
“I tasted your husband,” she said with a grin and a twinkle in her eye, trying to get Lynn to look at her but she kept her eyes closed. “Yeah, Lynn, I sucked your husband’s tiny dick, and he shot all his goo in my mouth ...”
Lynn’s mouth, though stretched with Lovelace’s manhood, turned down. Her brow furrowed with deep lines and she made sad whimpering noises. Lovelace stroked Madison’s hair, and it made her beam.
“Yeah, Lynn, you know he put that little thing in Skyler, too? She fucked him good.” Now she ran the tips of her nails up and down Lynn’s back. Her breath snorted from her nostrils and it sounded a lot like crying.
Darren whimpered, “Lynn ...”
Madison said, “I put my finger up his ass, and he went off in my mouth like a super-soaker.”
Lovelace moaned, “She’s been denying him, haven’t you, Lynn?”
Lynn nodded slowly.
“She’s a good girl when she’s not forgetful,” he said, stroking Lynn’s hair now with his other hand.
“Denying me?” Darren sighed.
“I didn’t want to share her, Darren. Not so early. I needed her focus.”
“Lynn, what did you do?” he exhaled, shaking his head.
Lovelace said, “Darren, remember I told you ...”
“What?”
“I am generous, and your wife was desperate for a great many things I could provide. I saw it in her even when we were in court. I saw it in her eyes ... ah, that’s it,” he smiled as Lynn took him deeper. “A man knows when a woman isn’t satisfied.” He looked to Darren now, Lynn’s head still bobbing between his legs. “Some men,” he clarified. “I took nothing from Lynn, nor did I take anything from you ...”
“You did ... you are,” Darren said, feeling his eyes welling again.
“No, Darren. I gave Lynn what she needed and last night I did the same for you.”
“Lynn,” Darren called to her again, seeing her eyelids flutter but she wouldn’t stop sucking his cock.
“Lynn had a happy home, but she craved something. She loves you, you know,” he said, throwing another glance to him. Lynn nodded and whimpered. “But Lynn is far more than your wife and the mother of your children. Lynn is a powerful and beautiful woman. There’s something dark and carnivorous in her but she tries to hide it. I feed your wife’s darkness. I feed her animal.”
“She’s not an animal ... she’s th
e mother of our kids ... she ... Lynn ...”
“She makes more money than you.”
“What?” he said, knowing it was true but feeling violated somehow. Lynn was sucking his cock, and this was what hurt him? “So?”
“So, Darren, your beautiful Lynn ached for a man. One more powerful than her. One with a strong hand. One with a sense of discipline, one who could lead her on a physical and spiritual journey.”
“So full of shit,” Darren murmured.
“You sure about that?” Lovelace said, turning to him again, leaning back, pressing his thumb into Lynn’s cheek, forcing her eye into a narrow slit, pushing her mouth off his cock which plopped free, shining with Lynn’s spit, slapping wetly across his hip.
He addressed her. “Lynn, how has your journey been?”
Her lips trembled and her face went beet red, her eyes glistening wet again, she mumbled, “Wonderful ...”
“It has been, hasn’t it? How would you describe the sex we’ve had?”
“In-incredible,” she said, her lips sticking together. She cried, “I’m sorry, Darren,” but her eyes never left Lovelace’s.
He said, “I’ve shown Lynn the worst of herself. Things she’ll never tell you. I’ve shown her the best of herself, too. Passion and beauty and darkness and pain. We’ve had an amazing time together, wouldn’t you agree, Lynn?”
“Yes,” she said clearly. Her eyes were open now, staring at the man she’d been cheating on her husband with, stroking his big cock while her husband watched.
“Skyler,” he said now, getting the girl’s attention as she stood just behind Lynn.
“Yeah?”
“Would you help Darren get back in the chair? Sit with him, please.”
“Sure,” she said. She pressed an open palm on the center of Lynn’s back for a moment, then walked to the foot of the bed and held a hand out to Darren. He just looked at it.