Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

Fran sobbed, but refused to be cowed. She kept looking at her husband warily, but through tear-filled eyes. How she hated him! How she hated his guts! To think that she had stayed with him all these years… borne his child, served him meals, taken care of him when he was sick, given him encouragement when he was having business problems… and all for what? So he could talk to her like this… humiliate her like this!

"Come here!" Brint growled. He let his eyes fall upon the open cleavage of his wife's nightgown. The creamy white curves of her naked breasts showed clearly, and he longed to touch them, to feel their soft firmness in his hands, to suck upon his wife's throbbing little nipples. She never failed to excite him, although for some reason he tried to keep this secret from her. He would take her surlily, brusquely, almost as though he didn't care, as if he didn't even like her sometimes… when in reality he felt almost addicted to her great beauty, controlled by it in such a way, that he never wanted her to know it.

"No!" she replied. The disturbed young blonde could see the look in his eye, and the knowledge that he wanted her sent a sudden thrill racing through her. She felt a trifle stronger with the recognition that he was attracted to her, and she straightened up a bit as her young husband growled: "Then take that nightgown off. What you need is a good fuck – that'll shut you up. That's what most women need!"

"That's what you think!" she replied testily. "For all you know about women!"

"Oh… I know a thing or two," Brint replied. He hated it when she implied that there might be something he didn't understand about women… something secret, impenetrable. It made him feel insecure, and when he was insecure he was at his nastiest.

He reached out for her and let his two hands plunder the softly yielding flesh of her breasts, sharply pulling down the straps of her satin gown so that she was naked to his fervent touching, his lascivious gaze. In spite of herself, Fran could feel the hot sparks of lust tracing from his fingers on the heated silk surfaces of her breasts to every part of her trembling body. She could feel her gown slipping all the way down and off, and temporarily willing to give up the fight she stepped out of it and stood completely naked, a pale-skinned Goddess before him. She wanted to wield this power over him, to feel him ache with desire for her, to know that she was still beautiful… that other men would think so too, even though she might not want to be unfaithful to her husband.

Take me, she thought, take me and none of this will matter… Love me!

"Come…" Gruffly, Brint led her to the bed and hurriedly untied his pajama string. His pants fell to the ground, revealing the heavy-veined hardness of his cock jutting straight out, quivering with anticipation.

Fran lay down on the bed seductively, waiting to feel Brint's hard throbbing masculine cock… soon it would insinuate itself into her warm, waiting vaginal slit!

The little blonde girl padded barefoot down the hall. She'd often listened at the door of her parents' bedroom while they quarreled, but tonight she sensed with a feeling of impending excitement that something different was going to happen. With her unusually analytical brain, ten year old Jeanie had already decided as she sat with her ear to the door that her mother and father were in pretty bad shape… psychologically at least. "Boy, do they need help!" she'd whispered to herself under her breath, and she'd put her ear back at the door to listen some more.

Jeanie went to a special school for "bright" children, although she herself insisted it was ridiculous to send her to such a place since she could do the same work herself at home easily. She intended to be a psychiatrist when she grew up, a state that Jeanie calculated she would reach in another two or three years. She carefully kept this from her parents though, since she didn't want them to suspect that she would be leaving home at that early age. It would be unfortunate if they tried to spoil her plans.

Now, as the sounds of shouting subsided, Jeanie pressed her ear still tighter against the door. There was one area in which Jeanie felt her education was sadly lacking, and her very fine instincts told her that if she listened carefully she might supplement her sketchy knowledge that very evening. Her father's voice drifted easily through the door of the frame house in which Jeanie had lived all her life, and the ten year old giggled inwardly as she heard him bellow out, "I'm gonna fuck you within an inch of your life! Now you spread those legs wide so that I can get my cock into that snooty little cunt of yours!"

Inside the bedroom, never suspecting that her little daughter was outside the door listening intently to her intimate cries, Fran cringed. It was going to be one of those nights. Brint was in a terrible mood and nothing she could do would snap him out of it at this point. So unlike Giuliano… Giuliano with the soft purring voice and the soothing hands, she thought.

Brint thought he was going to be in pretty rough shape if he didn't soon cram his heavily aching cock high up into his wife's tight little belly. Christ, she was gorgeous just lying there like that! Those tits of hers sticking straight up in the air were so tempting that he wanted to bite the Goddamned tips off! And that silken cream-white skin and those angelic features of hers… what a face… and what a body! It drove him crazy to think that she'd ever made love with another man, and he intended to make certain now that she stayed his… his woman… his property!

Brint lay down roughly on top of his wife's nakedly exposed body, his lust-hardened cock nudging against the softness of her flat white belly, pushing into it so that she cried out in momentary pain.

"Brint… can't you be gentle… can't you?"

"You got to let me do it the way I got to do it!" Brint replied. He hated suggestions. Any indication that she wanted him to do something other than what he was doing made him feel insecure and angry. His voice was strained and heavy with desire for his voluptuous blonde wife who trembled beneath him, afraid now to get her hopes up about just what this sexual encounter would bring her in the way of actual pleasure.

Abruptly, Brint's hands found their way to her firm full breasts again, fondling and squeezing the ripely swelling mounds as he ground his tensed body nakedly against hers.

"Come on, baby… come on! Loosen up!" he breathed into his wife's parted lips. Then he stopped, disgusted by her lack of response. "Oh come on! Get up on your knees! Roll over!" he commanded in a harsh voice, his hands roughly turning Fran around as he knelt back on the bed behind her. The young husband lifted his wife's nakedly unresisting loins, positioning her on all fours and holding onto her shapely hips with a firm grasp so that the full tantalizing whiteness of Fran's smoothly rounded buttocks was placed temptingly up in the air.

The lovely blonde blushed fiercely, a mixture of anger and embarrassment taking hold of her as the desire she'd felt ebbed rapidly away. She felt like nothing so much as a huge life-sized doll, being manipulated into this lewd servile position! It was humiliating and awful and for a moment she recalled something her mother once told her: "Men… they're all animals… nothing but animals!"

Fran had resisted believing this, but now in the face of her husband's terrible insensitivity to her needs, she could not help remembering her mother's words. A shudder went through her nakedly kneeling body as she realized that she was really like a slave, utterly at her husband's mercy. She knew that if she tried to stop him now he would accuse her of not satisfying his needs – even if he never said it, he would think it. God, she wanted to satisfy him, but not like this… definitely not like this!