Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. II

Several times she had wanted to discuss it with Phillip, but her attempts were invariably futile and clumsy; she just didn't know how to reach this man she loved so deeply. He would sit and stare at her, until she actually felt like an imbecile… until she had to get away from his presence and cry the thing out of her. She felt so damned alone…

God, she didn't know what she would do if it weren't for Beth and Jack right next door… probably lose her mind with loneliness. Yet, there were those evenings, sitting in their living-room and watching TV with them, waiting for Phillip to come home and seeing them cuddling and teasing; it practically turned her inside out, she would want her Phillip so badly. Then, there were all the little things Beth and Jack said, small hints they dropped about "barrels of fun" they could all enjoy together if Phil was ever home.

"I think that husband of yours is making a political widow of you, Baby. He must be some kind of stupe, letting a luscious creature like you galavant around alone at night," Jack had said, grinning and shaking his head.

"But he can't help it; he's going to school," she had replied, her aggravation obvious. "He'd be home if he could…"

"If it were me, I'd quit," said Jack. "No cluck in his near-right mind is going to let such a delectable dish waste away waiting for her man to come home and take care of her."

"You just tend to your own knitting, Lover," Beth had chimed in, snuggling closer to him on the davenport where they sat. "You've got all the stitching you can handle right here."

Jack shrugged good naturedly. "Just trying to be helpful, Little-One. Look, Laurie-baby, you get too lonesome for lovin', come on over and squeeze in bed with us, eh Honey? We'll fit her in, won't we?"

"Sure… why not?" Beth had said, laughing suggestively and causing Laurie to blush, but she'd managed to laugh, too, knowing it was all a joke and in fun.

Now, Laurie seated herself slowly on the edge of their bed where she had placed the valises and began to rearrange his shirts for the dozenth time, handling them lovingly, while a melange of thoughts continued to occupy her brain. Tiny tears of emotional affection at the mere touch of his possessions momentarily dimmed her eyes. She loved him so much… so very, very much. And she'd tried so desperately to reach him, to make him understand and know her love, but there seemed no way to span the almost heartless distance he kept between them… Sometimes, it were as if his mind were a million miles away, as if he were harboring some tremendous inner burden that he didn't want her to know existed.

She had so looked forward to these three days and nights coming up together in the Capital. She'd pretty near convinced herself that this break in their routine could be the secret catalyst necessary in making a complete woman of her… a sexually fulfilled woman… helping her let herself go the way he wanted her to…

After last night, she was ready to place her hope in anything. He'd come at her like… like an animal, his wild lust-hardened thing throbbing and brutal… She shuddered at the memory of it and the cruel manner in which he'd thrown himself on top of her, half drunk, his face a mask of lust as he plunged his blunt, thick shaft of flesh into her unprepared vagina without the slightest hint of mercy, or fear of damaging her inwardly. He'd ignored her agonized pleas entirely, his eyes glazed in his drunken desire, shoving her legs back until her knees ground into her full, soft breasts, his long, wicked penis battering into the very depths of her sensitive womb. She was still sore… but even so, she couldn't help remembering the sudden sensations of spontaneous elation he had briefly aroused within her belly and loins before he'd unceremoniously emptied his boiling sperm into her, then rolled away from her in apparent disgust. She'd reached out to him at that moment, the electrifying spasms alive and titillating inside her, but he'd shrugged her off angrily and fell into an almost immediate exhausted stupor. As usual, she'd cried herself to sleep.

This morning, neither had mentioned the fiasco and she found herself wondering if he even remembered. There'd been so many similar bedroom disasters in their short marriage, but she couldn't help it; she just could not bring herself to wanton sex the way he expected. God, why couldn't he understand that… have patience with her and be gentle? Instead of trying to force her into those debasing, perverted acts that went against the very grain of her soul; she was certain now that with a little tenderness, just a measure of tolerance on his part, that she, too, could… She blushed at the very thought.

A slight tingling stirred within her young, soft, sensual body as he realized how close she had come last night. If he hadn't been drinking and so tired, if Beth and Jack hadn't stayed so long… if, if, if!

Suddenly, sounds of Phillip in the den below brought her back to the moment, at hand. She stood and went to her vanity for a tissue to dab at her eyes. It certainly would do her no damned good to brood over what was already done; it was what lay ahead that counted. Those three days could only be as good for them as she made them… and after all, she did have the equipment for it, she thought quite practically, studying her lush, curvaceous reflection in the mirror… if only she could let herself go and learn how to use it. She straightened, lifting her chin high, touching at her hair and making sure her eyes were dry before going down to the den where he still sat at his desk, probably watching Beth in her next to nothing bikini, although he turned as she entered and smiled up at her.

"Let's get into our swimsuits and enjoy our neighbor's pool," he said, holding out one arm for her to come inside. "I've had enough of books for one day. I'm ready for some playtime. You game?"

"I'd love it," Laurie said, as he slipped his arm around her upper thighs causing little prurient tingles of ripple over her. She bent down for him to kiss her.

He did.

"I-I love you so very, very much, Phillip darling," she whispered.

"I know, Honey… I love you too."

"Fix me a drink first, Mark darling," Dianne Coleman ordered her nude Senator husband in a dry, almost mordant tone of voice.

She lay naked, sprawled lewdly on the large bed of her palatial, private suite in the Coleman Mansion, her long, silken honey-blonde hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her, the majestic loveliness of her enticingly contoured, smooth, white body whipping his breath away as he stood beside the bed staring with lust-filled eyes down at her, his swollen prick standing out from his hairy, muscular loins with an upward, arched rigidness.

She watched him swallow tightly, his throat muscles performing an obvious dry constriction, as reluctantly he took a step, backward, then turned and went to her little corner bar. She smiled contemptuously after him, his obliged act of subservience causing a thrill of perverse delight to ripple through her.

"What would you like?" he asked her, trying very hard to keep his voice at a pleasant level. He must be careful not to anger her, or like that, it would be all over for him. She would simply tell him to get out… fly into one of her rages… and God, he had to have her this time… he had to! How long had it been? Two-weeks, three…? He couldn't remember… only that she'd sent for him a half-dozen times over that period, then, either changed her mind or forced him to leave because he'd offended her one way of another. And he couldn't stand it any longer; today he had to have her!

"Why don't you use your own imagination for a change," she said sharply. "Surprise me."

"How about a Rob-Roy?" he said, smiling over at her, his cock lurching painfully as he drank in her enchanting naked beauty, her lewdly stretched out body reminding him of a sculptured work of erotic genius in the soft daylight brightening the room.