Mary Moore - Whore wife

"Ohhhhhh, Tim, ohhhhh, honey, ohh, I feel it, oh, I feel it coming, ohhhh, honey, I can't stand it! Ohhhhhh!" And she was off on a rising spiral of orgasm. It began with just a twitching and an itching in her clit and cunt hole, and then grew and expanded and finally broke free, throwing its hot waves over her entire body.

"Fuck, Linda, honey, pump hard! Oh, I'm coming, too! Oh, suck it all out of me, baby, suck it all out of me with that delicious cunt!"

He was shaking like a wild animal on top of her, and with every last thrust, expelled his juicy load inside her hungry pussy-mouth.

"Ohhhhh, honey, Linda, ohhhhhhh," he moaned, "oh, that's it, squeeze it, squeeze it, mmmmm, milk me dry, thata girl!"

Linda squeezed with her pussy muscles, pulling every extra drop out, vacuuming it, sucking it up inside her.

He lay on top of her, his shrinking, curling dick lodged just inside her cunt hole. Tim dozed. One turn in his sleep and the slack cock slipped out of her.

The raping was over.

It hadn't been half bad. She resented him terribly at first. But then she forgave him. It had turned out well. And he was going through hard times himself.

Linda cuddled her husband in her arms. They slept like that the rest of the night.

In the morning they were friends again. Linda hummed as she fixed breakfast and thought about her course which began that night. Tim showered, dressed and came to the breakfast table.

"Honey, do you have any extra change?" he asked. "I'm going to leave the car in the garage to have that brake checked out and then take a cab on in to work."

"Sure, dear, take a look in my purse," she said absent-mindedly. She was wondering if her marriage could be preserved after all, even with her new-found independence. For she would not stay home.

Tim returned to the kitchen with her purse and looked as though he'd seen a ghost. "Where did you get these?" he said, puffing the three, crisp one-hundred-dollar bills out of her wallet and holding them up.

"Where did you get those? Put them back," she mapped, horrified. Her husband was coming too close to her shameful secret.

"Where does a lady get such large bills nowadays?" he asked coolly, sitting down. "What's the matter, isn't my salary enough for you? It's okay, you don't have to answer."

"If you must know, I borrowed it."

"From whom? WHY?" he screamed. "A likely story." He buried his face in his hands, then looked up at her. "What are you doing? What are you doing to me?"

"I have every right to borrow money," she said evenly. "It's for a project I have in mind."

"What project? On second thought, I don't even want to know." He got up.

"You didn't eat, Tim. Eat something." She pushed a piece of toast toward him.

"I'm not hungry." He strode toward the kitchen door and walked out. In a moment he was back, grabbing the keys from off the table. "Oh, I forgot to tell you something. I think you're a horrible person. You don't have to come home at all any more. I don't even want you."

He marched into the hallway and Linda heard the door slam, then the car start up. She burst into tears.

She wept over the dishes. Their marriage was crashing. It was one catastrophe after another.

Thinking about the course that night, and perhaps a new future for herself, kept her going through the day. Tim wasn't home by the time she left. She walked the short distance downtown.

The YWCA was on the street near the library and the newspaper office. She turned up the walk and followed two other women inside. They appeared to be mother and daughter. One was about thirty-nine, a shy brunette woman, and the other in her sixties, short and plump with round cheeks, spectacles and bleached blond hair.

"You're never too young to try anything," the older lady was saying. "When I was young, there was only one choice open to a woman – marriage. Now, there are other alternatives. Don't fret that your marriage is breaking up. I often wish I'd never gotten married myself."

"But, Mother, I love Bob. We just don't get along, that's all."

All three were inside now, and a young woman registered them. She eyed Linda and went out of her way to be friendly, as she supplied her with a pencil and registration card. She had a carefree, boyish air about her.

"Welcome to the course in female freedom!" she said cheerfully.

"Is that what it's called?" Linda asked.

"No, that's what I call it. You'll like it, though. I've taken it twice. You can repeat it. I take attendance and get it for free."

"You must be pretty assertive by now," said Linda, smiling. She was attracted to the girl's bouncy manner.

"You could say that," said the girl, looking at her directly. It made Linda uncomfortable. "My name's Geri, what's yours? Oh, yes, Linda Carney. She read from the registration card Linda handed her. There's a town in New Jersey called Carney. Tell me, were you named after it?"

Linda laughed. "Really? I doubt it. Never heard of it. My father comes from a long line of horse thieves."

"Well, Carney is a one-horse town, let me tell you. Hey, you seem nice. Care to have a drink after the class? I know some pretty mean places." She rolled her eyes.

Linda laughed but something stirred in her and made her thrill. Geri's exuberance was lifting her out of her own depression. "Sure, hey, I'd like that. After eight years of dull married life, I could use a tour of this town's night life."

"You got it, baby. We'll go in my car see. You later. You better hurry, you'll be late. I gotta hang around here a little longer and be the aggressor for all the passive women. There'll be latecomers."

Linda waved and went upstairs to the clubroom on the second floor. She entered hesitantly. She was thinking that the course would be worth the price of one new friend.

The room was quiet. Hall a dozen women sat around a horseshoe-shaped table. One woman, more sophisticated and at ease than the rest, greeted Linda and asked for her receipt. Linda clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, I forgot to pay. I'm so sorry. I got into a conversation."

"That's all right. Run right back down. Geri will give you a receipt."

Linda hurried down the stairs.

"Geri, I forgot to pay. I'm sorry." She dipped into her purse and fished out one or the hundred dollar bills.

Geri took it and flinched. She gave Linda a fifty in return and said, without a trace of expression, "Maybe I'll have to reconsider the spot I was going to take you." She nodded her short curly brown head as in agreement with herself.

"Oh, please don't," said Linda. "Don't let that impress you. It's rare I carry such large bills."

Geri studied her a moment, then stood up and strode around the small desk she'd been sitting at. She wore tight brushed denim pants and a denim jacket. "I don't know why I like you, but I do. You're sweet. Here's to you…" and she leaned and pecked Linda on one cheek.

Linda was amazed, but touched. Her hand went up to the moist cheek. "Why, thank you," she said. She wanted to kiss the girl back, but she was too shy. She turned, and said brightly, "Well, see you later."

"Yes, see you!"

Linda was glad there had been no one downstairs to see. She didn't know why, but such a display of affection from a complete stranger – and a woman – embarrassed her. At the same time she liked it.

She was wondering if Geri might have something mote in mind than just a drink. She found the thought titillating. She thought she might be game, but she wasn't sure.

She entered the room again and gave the receipt to the teacher. Geri came up a moment later and sat across the table from her. Linda felt Geri's eyes on her the whole hour and a half, and she kept nervously shifting her weight.

Following introductions, they practiced role playing, in groups of two. They changed off being husband and wife, employer and employee. Linda was glad she did not get Geri.