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Through the two-way mirror, Jessica watched Vince doing push-ups on the floor. Dressed only in pajama bottoms, he showed off his beautifully developed chest and shoulders, his rippling abdomen, his rich tan. Jessica could see where Bucky had gotten his muscles. Vince sported a scalpful of thick, platinum-blond hair. Jessica's fingers itched to run through it.

"Forty-nine, fifty," Vince counted. Then he blew out his breath and stood up, swinging his arms back and forth, his muscles dancing, a trickle of sweat rippling down his flank from his left armpit.

Jessica's mouth watered for that pearly droplet of salty man-sweat. Her nostrils flared. She imagined that she could smell Vince's sweaty masculinity.

Vince sauntered over to the bed and flopped down beside Maxine, who was propped up with pillows and was reading a copy of Reader's Digest.

"Put on your top, Tarzan, before you drip sweat all over the bed. Why do you always have to do those exercises after your shower?"

"It gets the blood circulating again," Vince said. He dropped his hand on her knee and let it wander inside her green robe.

"Vince, please!" Maxine said. "Not tonight. I'm exhausted from the ride."

Vince withdrew his hand. "You're always exhausted, or you've got a headache, or it's the wrong time of the month, or you forgot to take your pill."

Maxine continued reading. "Tomorrow night maybe."

"Tomorrow night you'll be exhausted from the flight."

"Vince, will you lay off? We're not newlyweds any more."

"But we're not ready for the rest home, either. Shit, we're still a few years away from forty."

"Don't use profanity, Vince, at least not around me. Save it for the locker room at the Y."

Vince leaped up. "Christ!"

"Vincent, I mean it!"

Vince began doing rapid squats next to the bed, inhaling deeply each time he went down, then blowing his breath out loudly when he shot to his feet. His pajamas bulged at the groin each time he straightened up.

"Do you believe all that stuff about the way Jessica worked her way up in Roland Grant's various enterprises?" Maxine asked.

"Why not?" Vince was puffing.

"It just sounds too much like a fairytale in a storybook, the way she met him in college, then little by little rose to the top with him as one of his silent partners. What about all those years he was playing football? Why would he have all those businesses going then?"

"He was rich to begin with," Vince said. He'd stopped doing squats, and now he was stretching at the ceiling, sweat trickling from his hairy armpits. "He inherited a few dozen companies from his father."

"I don't like the sound of it," Maxine said. "Something just doesn't sound right. Why was Jessica so quiet about what she was doing all those years?"

"Boss' orders," Vince said. "Jessica told you that twenty times. Maxine, I'm beginning to think we had to drive the kids all the way up here just so you could interrogate Jessica."

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"You know what, Maxine? I think you're just plain jealous."

Maxine threw her magazine at him. "You're crazy!" She reached to the nightstand to turn off her lamp. "I'm going to sleep."

The room went dark, then light again. Vince was standing next to the wall switch near the bathroom door. He'd turned on the overhead lamps.

Maxine had her robe half off. Underneath, she wore a light-green nightgown. "Turn that off, will you?"

Vince dropped his pajama bottoms. His cock sprang up, fully erect. His prick was enormous.

Nine inches, Jessica estimated. With her practiced eye, she was rarely wrong. Nine beautiful inches! "Vincent, I said no, and mean no!" Maxine shouted.

Without a word, Vince sprang onto the bed. Maxine shrieked. Vince fell on her, hoisting up her nightgown and exposing her naked crotch. Maxine pushed at his face, her nails sinking into his cheeks. Vince grabbed her wrists and forced her arms down.

"Vince, please?" Maxine's voice had become a whimper.

Vince rammed his hard cock, at her crotch, keeping her legs apart with his own thighs. "It's always the same, isn't it, Maxine? I've always gotta force it on you."

"Please, darling." Maxine's voice was weaker.

Vince thrust, fucking half his cock into her pussy.

Maxine twisted her head, her face contorted. "Nooooo!"

Vince fucked the rest of his cock into her cunt.

"Noooooo!" Maxine writhed under her husband, impaled on his thick, nine-inch cock. "Oh, please!"

Grunting, his muscles writhing, Vince began to grind his cock in and out of her pussy. "Yeahhh, oh, yeahhhhhh!"

Maxine's body arched, every muscle tight and straining. She bit her lip and whimpered as her husband fucked her.

"Uk! Uh! Mmm!" Vince moaned, his muscular ass bouncing, his huge cock plunging in and out of his wife's tight cunt. "Ahhh, beautiful!" His cock began to make a squishing sound inside her pussy.

Maxine, her eyes clamped shut, her face muscles tight, began to rock her hips in response to her husband's fuck-thrusts.

It's as if she's doing it against her will, Jessica thought. Her hips are fucking against her will. Crazy bitch!

And Jessica wondered whether Maxine had ever willingly fucked Vince. Had Vince been forced to rape his wife every time he fucked her? It was possible – very possible.

Poor Vince, Jessica thought. And then she thought of the kids, wondering what kind of influence Maxine had been on them. Maxine might well be one of those mothers who tell their kids that masturbation causes insanity, or that sex is evil.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Maxine gasped, her hips rocking faster and faster.

Vince fucked his cock in harder, faster, deeper. "Yeahhhhh!"

Maxine's body shuddered. Her fingers and toes clenched. Her eyes shot open and rolled back. Her mouth gaped in a long, low moan.

Vince arched his back, snapped back his head, and pumped his cum into her pussy.

"Ahhhhhhh!" His body jerked, his cock fucking his wife with quick in-and-out strokes. "Yeahhhhh!"

When his orgasm had subsided, he fell on Maxine for a few moments, then rolled off her when she pushed him away.

"You're an animal!" she said, getting up off the bed without looking at her husband. Then she marched into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Jessica heard water running.

Vince lay on the bed a few minutes, his cock still hard, throbbing against his abdomen. At last he stood up, went to his suitcase, and pulled out pants and a sweatshirt. When Maxine came out of the bathroom, he was dressed and pulling on his jacket.

"I'm going for a walk," he said. "Care to come along?"

"I told you before – I'm exhausted," Maxine said. "All I want is some sleep – if it's all right with you!"

"Sweet dreams," Vince said, switching off the lights as he opened the door into the hallway.

Jessica found Vince out on the pier looking across the lake at the half moon which was descending toward the mountains. The smell of his sweat came to her, carried on the night breeze.

"Looks like somebody else couldn't sleep either," she called to him.

He jerked around, startled, then smiled. "Just out for a walk. A great night for it – especially up here."

"Come along," Jessica said. "I'll show you my favorite spot."

She took his arm and led him along the lake shore for the next ten minutes. They walked mostly in silence. She thought she could hear Vince's heart throbbing as loudly as she could hear her own in her fevered head. Vince walked along as if he knew exactly where she was taking him and exactly what she had in mind.

They reached the shelter of the ancient Ponderosa pine tree which grew near the water's edge at the back of a small outcropping of rock. The ground underfoot was as spongy as foam rubber – a thick bed of pine needles. Jessica spread out the blanket she'd brought along, and Vince watched her without making any comment. She knelt at his feet and began unlacing his boots. Vince looked down at her in silence.