Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
This chapter contains a flashback to Jill and Bob's earlier life. Enjoy.
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Life returned to 'normal' whatever that was. Jill survived her two-week Mitt sentence and probably enjoyed more sex than normal. Seeing his wife in the Mitts, eating off the floor, really turned Bob on and that frequently resulted in some after dinner sex of one type or another. Sometimes it was a blowjob, sometimes anal but about once a week, Jill got a good, old-fashioned fucking and that was worth waiting for.
After her "mitts" sentence was served, Bob decided he wanted to see if he could drive Jill to masturbation again, and so, he embarked on an almost month-long period of edging, butt fucks and blowjobs. One evening he came down after dinner, handcuffed Jill's hands around the pole behind her back and proceeded to tease her clit for almost an hour with a vibrator. By the end of the hour, she was covered in sweat and shaking from frustration. Bob then implied that if she gave him a REALLY inspired blowjob that he would finish her, but of course Bob lied that her blowjob wasn't good enough despite his blowing a huge load down her throat. Bob left her handcuffed to the pole until bedtime with cum drying on her chin.
"It really wasn't fair", Jill thought. She KNEW that blowjob was good, one of her best. She did best when she could use her hands along with her mouth, but she also knew Bob preferred her to either lock her hands behind her or order her not to use them. Bob loved to make her work for his cum, and he also loved that it took longer when Jill could not use hands.
Bob knew it was a good blowjob too, his legs were almost too weak to walk up the stairs. His lovely soccer mom was one hell of a fellatrix. She had never quite mastered a balls to the chin deep throat. Bob doubted she ever would, some women just had too strong a gag reflex. Bob thought back to that New York City trip they made for their first anniversary. Bob had just received a nice sales bonus. He should have saved the bonus for their first house, or any number of other expenses, but he decided to splurge. He bought airline tickets, three nights at a nice hotel and tickets to two plays. It was on the way home from one of those plays, at almost midnight, that they passed one of those seedy adult video stores that used to be on 42nd street off Broadway.
"Let's go in!" Jill exclaimed and yanked Bob inside before he could object. Thank god she didn't want to go into the back where the booths were. But she walked up and down each aisle picking up and looking at VHS covers.
"Ooow, people DO that?"
"How do they get that many people in one bed?"
"How can she get both of them in her mouth?"
"Doesn't he get, you know, shit on his dick?"
"Oh, that looks like one of the riding crops Gran uses on the farm!"
"Wow, that's a lot of rope?"
Bob could not get her to shut up. Normally people in these stores are quiet and sullen, looking at anything but each other. But this young, newly married woman was causing the other patrons to smile, mostly at Bob's obvious embarrassment. He trailed her around the store and looked at everything she excitedly shoved in his face.
But then Jill found the amusingly titled "Sex Education" section. Video's on HOW TO: do anal sex, do threesomes, do oral. They weren't really instructional videos, just thin excuses for more porn but Jill was taking them very seriously. Bob almost laughed out loud. Jill picked up one by Nina Hartley on how to give and receive oral and started to the checkout. Bob almost died.
Jill, however, was very serious even if she was giggling a lot. As a new bride, she took making Bob happy in bed very seriously and she knew, despite being raised on a farm, that she was awfully naive. This store had just shown her how true that was! She was startled to learn that women put penises into holes other than their vaginas. She was determined to learn how all that worked!
But it got more embarrassing for Bob. There was a display of bondage toys near the register. Jill was fascinated. She fingered everything and finally picked up a "Starter set." Years later she would laugh at her purchase. They were pink, thin vinyl and connected with plastic "Chain." Oh, and then there was the "wall of vibrators." Jill asked Bob what they were for?
"Um, you know, you put it on your sex, and it helps!" He stammered.
"Helps what?" she asked before thinking about it and then, finally, looking just a little embarrassed. "You pick one!" she said to Bob as she moved away. He chose a tame, battery powered 'lipstick" shaped vibrator; tame but just the first of many more to come, or is it 'cum.'
At the register there was a selection of "Stimulating Lubes!". To Bob's final embarrassment, Jill asked the goth young lady behind the counter for her recommendation. She didn't even look up from the Rolling Stone magazine she was reading, just reached up and handed Jill a bottle of "clit tingler."
Bob couldn't get out of there fast enough; he threw a couple of twenties on the counter and didn't wait for change. Years later he can still remember the whole evening, especially when they got back to the hotel and Jill wanted to try her first blowjob while wearing the cuffs behind her back. She was surprised at how fast Bob blew his load, she felt like they had just gotten in position and started. Jill was just getting into the rhythm and starting to enjoy it the feel of his cock filling her mouth when, boom, he was done. "Oh well," Jill giggled to herself, "I guess I'm better at this than I knew!" Jill got even better after watching the video at home, and eventually learned to swallow, and Bob grew even deeper in love with his adventurous, if naïve wife.
While Bob was reliving ancient history, Jill was sitting on the old army bed trying to figure out how to get Bob to let her cum. She really needed it badly, and she didn't know how much longer she could behave herself. The next evening when Bob came down with dinner and to chat for a while, he reminded her about their N.Y. trip.
"I wonder what ever happened to that blowjob instructional VHS Tape?" Jill wondered.
"We probably threw it out with all the others when we realized we hadn't owned a VHS player in years and could find all that stuff for free on Xhamster." Said Bob.
Hmmm, could this be the angle she needed to earn an orgasm?
