Toni Scott: Searching For Satisfaction

Karen shook her head slowly even before she thought about it. "No, I guess I haven't."

"You, young lady, and I are going to be friends. We're going to have to trust each other if we're ever to make a man out of your husband."

Karen looked at him abruptly, fear showing in her face. What did he mean by that?

"Jerry talked to me about his problem."

Suddenly it dawned on Karen, exactly what the man was getting at. Oh, for Heaven's sake, did her husband tell everything to his father?

Surely not. Oh, dear, she would never be able to face anyone again. The thoughts kept running through her head. She wanted to jump up and run, to hide, to get away.

"For a couple who plan to spend the rest of their lives together, you two sure got off to a bad start."

"I… I don't care to discuss it," Karen said, fighting back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Why, oh, why did Jerry have to discuss their problem with his father. It was just too personal. They could have worked it out themselves. Damn him! Damn him! she kept uttering the curse words over and over as if that would help the bitterness and fright she felt.

He was speaking again, but Karen couldn't bring herself to face him.

"You and I are going to be frank, my dear. We're going to talk this out. And, be damned, if I have to teach you about sex so you can teach my son, then I'll do just that." He reached out and patted her on the leg.

His touch burned into Karen's flesh, sending ripples up through her body. She jumped up and ran into the house, fearing what the man might be getting at. Once in the house she stumbled into her room and flung herself face down on the bed, letting the sobs come.

She was left alone for about five minutes. The door opened slowly and her father-in-law walked in. He walked across the room silently and sat down.

When Karen felt the bedsprings creak she stiffened. Was he going to rape her? She shuddered violently now.

George placed his hand on her back in a tender caress. Slowly he rubbed the smooth thin dress that concealed her bare braless back. As he rubbed, he talked.

"Karen, sex isn't dirty or something you have to keep hidden in the closet. Hell, it's a natural urge. If you don't have the urge, then something definitely is wrong. It's having the urge and not being able to do something about it that we're getting to. You're a normal woman, with natural urges, it's not dirty. It's natural for you to have these urges. Now take Jerry. He has the urges but something is holding him back. You're going to have to learn to have patience with him so you can teach him. You're going to have to give and not take. If you do this I can assure you that in a few weeks your sex life is going to be beautiful with Jerry."

Karen tried not to listen, but his words were mesmerizing to her, and she felt her body relaxing. The steady tone of his voice, his warm hand caressing her back… the words were beautiful and were beginning to make sense to her, yet it was completely different from anything she had ever experienced.

Now his hand brushed back the hair from her neck and shoulders so that the mass of blonde hair cascaded across her head and onto the pillow.

"You have such beautiful hair, my dear. Your skin, too. So lovely, so soft, so easy to caress. I want you to relax completely so you can listen to what I'm saying. I want to help you, Karen. Help you so you can help Jerry. I love my son, and I want to love you too, dear. So trust me."

She wanted to! God! She wanted to, but down deep her mother's voice kept saying, "All men are brutal, all men…" and Karen shivered.

"There, there, little one, relax," his smooth deep voice kept saying.

And she did just that.

His hand felt so comforting.

"I know how frustrating you must be feeling, Karen. You expected the sex act to be grand and beautiful, but instead you were left cold, stranded, unfulfilled. To love is to give. By giving you receive so much more in return. Sex is good, so good."

Karen's body was completely at ease now, and she didn't even tense when his hand moved from her back again to the bare side of her neck. Slowly his hand caressed her there, moving all the way around her neck, sending shivers of delight and pleasure throughout her body.

"We're going to help your husband, my sweet. I'm going to teach you all I know about love and lovemaking. I'll teach you what to wear to entice him into the bedroom, and I'll teach you some tricks that will bring out the best in him. If you gain some experience then you can better understand his problem and therefore you can help him."

George was caressing her bare shoulders now. With his other hand he reached and unsnapped the metal button that kept the dress together at the top of the zipper. Then slowly he started unzipping the back of her dress.

Karen felt again in a dream world, it was as if she couldn't separate reality from fantasy. It was wrong, she thought, that her own fatherin-law would be doing this to her, yet it felt so good and he kept telling her it was all right. Maybe it was, she didn't want to make up her mind either way. The wonderful feelings she was experiencing at this moment were too sensational to disturb.

When he had her unzipped all the way, George put his hand against her bare skin and Karen almost jumped, the heat was so strong. Slowly he caressed the smoothness of her white skin. "We're going to have to get you tanned up, my sweet," his wonderful smooth voice said to her. "I want you to buy the skimpiest bathing suit we can find so you can tempt and tease and get suntanned at the same time." His hand was moving downward now, almost to the arch in her spine where the fullness of her voluptuous buttocks spread upward.

Karen found herself holding her breath, afraid he was going to fondle her ass and afraid he wasn't.

His hand did neither. Instead of moving on down to her plumpness, it moved on over to the side of her, slowly and caressingly. Each time it moved seismic waves of pure pleasure raced through Karen's body. Even now, the moisture was beginning to make appearances between her thighs.

Oh, it's so much better to have a man's hand rubbing my body instead of my own. Will he keep on, she wondered. I hope he does. I want him to.

Oh God! I want him to. I do need a man's love. I need sex! Then she became confused because she had said, man's love and not, husband's love. Oh, it was all so confusing. But George was so kind and patient.

Jerry needed to learn from his father. But then, George couldn't very well do these things to his son. It was up to her, she realized. Yes, George can teach me and I'll teach Jerry. Now with this decision behind her she felt completely at ease. All she wanted now was for this wonderful, wonderful man to continue his manipulation of her body. She didn't want it ever to stop.

Her thoughts were broken as George said, "I think, Karen, that tomorrow you and I will go shopping. You need a complete new wardrobe. Exciting underthings, garterbelts, high heels, flimsy nighties, bikinis, the whole bit. Then we're going to teach you to dress and to tease." His hand continued to caress the soft skin on Karen's back and sides.

She didn't want him to stop talking nor to stop rubbing her back. It was a new experience, one that made her feel needed, excited and definitely passionate. So much so, she realized, that the moisture from her unused pussy was seeping out onto the bedding. She certainly couldn't roll over now. George would see the wetness.

"Karen, you're beautiful. You're so young and exciting. Jerry has to have something wrong psychologically not to be able to keep it up around you."

"I don't know whether it's him or me, but something is wrong, I just know it."

They talked a while longer about Jerry's problem as George continued to caress her bare back.