CHAPTER FIVE: A NEW HORIZAN
Marty and Leigha shouldn't have worried about their strange coupling. After a fitful night of tossing and turning Leigha couldn't stand it any longer. About four in the morning she softly slid her body upon Marty, reaching between them to slowly stroke that normally wonderful gift that had been so disappointing the evening before. Neither of them had made any attempt to do anything earlier that night when they went to bed. Maybe they were reluctant, even afraid, after what had happened hours before.
But now Marty's cock came instantly to life and Leigha lost no time impaling herself upon it.
What a relief! Instantly she was filled, his hard back like she expected. She allowed herself to very, very slowly ride up and down on it, bringing his head out of her each upward stroke then going back down to reenter and slide his entire length. It was almost like she was checking him out for deficiencies.
"Thank God he's back to his normal self," she thought.
It never crossed her mind that there was never anything wrong with Marty. Instead, twelve hours and a long hot shower had passed since she had been stretched to her limit by David's oversized shaft. Her first encounter with Marty had happened within minutes, not hours, after being tunneled so hugely by David and her stretched vagina simply had not recouped before Marty delved into it. But now with her body adjusted back to normal, her tight pussy was just that. Tight!
This morning it felt particularly good each time his swollen head penetrated her tight opening. But she couldn't ignore that she was being fueled at least to some extent from something else, somewhere else. Far away, in some deep corner of her brain, she remembered. It was there, the mental images of something greater, an experience more gratifying. The sense of a huge cock stretching her well past her limits, burning her pussy with unbearable pain before turning into a euphoria of pleasure, just wouldn't leave her.
She couldn't quite get a grip on it. Had the treatment that so effectively soothed her painful muscle induced this illicit scene or was it simply her own doing? Had her imagination, on it's own, just simply entered an area previously uncharted?
Whatever it was, the whole scene was very vivid, very erotic.
She shook her head to clear those thoughts and turned back to the moment at hand. She showered Marty with tiny kisses as she rode his cock. It appeared that he was not fully awakened and, at least for a while, she wanted it to stay that way. She needed a few minutes to just enjoy the feeling of him filling her so deeply, so warmly.
Marty kept his eyes closed and tried his best to control his breathing. Her pussy was super tight again and if she wanted to give him a morning treat him he was certainly going to let her. No use spoiling a good thing.
Leigha began to use her vaginal muscles to suck him off. She relaxed on each downward stroke, sliding softly until she could go no further. But on the upward stroke she clasped him tightly as if trying to squeeze everything up and out. She should have known neither of them would be able to endure much of this.
In five minutes the ruse was over. Marty was not just obviously awake but also moving in perfect rhythm with her, his hands gently grasping her ass and guiding her onto his cock.
After ten minutes he had held off as long as he could. She felt wonderful to him this morning, as if there was something new and exciting about her that he had never detected.
"I'm going to come," he quietly admitted.
"U –u-u-m-m-m-m," was her total response as she leaned over and moaned in his ear. She wasn't quite there but didn't care. She wanted to feel him gush inside her.
He did. All at once his body bucked upward and he came, moaning loudly and trashing up deep inside her. She felt him spurt deep a couple of times, his body almost suspended in the air, then a very definite relaxation. He was through.
Leigha wasn't. It wasn't so much that she wanted to come but more that she wanted to spend more time with him inside of her.
She drew her legs up and straddled him, her knees clasping his body. Instead of leaning over she sat straight up, her pussy still clasping his cock. Marty was a little sensitive and she was causing him a bit of discomfort this way but he would never admit it.
Especially with the event that began to unfold above him.
Leigha had a special treat for him. She had thought about it many times in the past but couldn't quite bring herself to do it. She didn't want him to think badly of her, that she was a trashy girl. For some reason, though, this just seemed to be "the moment."
She closed her eyes and slowly slid her hand down in front of her. Slowly and gently, more to tease than anything else, she began to softly caress herself. Her clit was already swollen and sensitive to her touch so she wanted to be careful, to take her time. Hopefully, this was going to be a real treat for him. Hopefully.
It was! For the uncountable times in their married life that Leigha had masturbated, this was the very first time Marty had seen it. And it wasn't just the first time with her...it was the first time he had ever seen any woman do it!
He never lost his hard. Leigha softly stroked herself and he felt every stroke, every sensation. Not only could his cock feel her fingers stroking her clit as she rubbed herself but he could also feel her muscles contracting deep inside him when her pussy reacted to her stroking.
There was no way for Marty to describe it. "Wonderful" fell way short. He reached up to softly massage her breasts and was unable to close his eyes. He didn't want to miss one single stroke, one facial reaction Leigha had from her new offering.
She was in heaven! All the many times she wondered what it would be like, all the erotic notions she had. They all fell woefully short. This was incredible!!
To have that cock so hard inside her, yet be able to manipulate her clit exactly as she wanted. She felt totally in control, extracting from her body every enjoyment she craved.
It couldn't last forever, though. And it didn't.
"Come for me."
It was softly whispered but she heard it.
"Come for me, Leigha."
She would never have thought such a gentle and simple request could have the impact it had. But it did, almost a sensual command.
Instantly, her fingers increased in speed and pressure and she rocked on his cock with longer strokes.
Sixty seconds. That was about it. Sixty seconds before she threw her head back and released.
"A-a-a-a-a-u-u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h," came out of her in a long moan.
Then she gushed, moaned, slammed against his impaling cock. She had no direction, just reaction. Even as she came she felt it when he spurted into her. She later was amazed that he had built back up so fast.
And for the next two days that thought came to her many times. The two of them were like animals, or worse still, teenagers who were having sex for the first time. The illicit haunting thoughts and images in her mind drove her so that she couldn't get enough. As for Marty, when he reached the point of saturation and felt unable to respond even one more minute, he took Leigha's perfect breasts in his hands and tried to imagine what it would be like if they were like Rhonda's...large, firm and so inviting.
She did set some limits, though. Although it turned into a "suck and fuck" weekend she would not finger herself again for him. She wanted to keep that a special treat. Over a period of time he would come to beg for it and she would relent. Then, quite by accident, he found out how to extract those self imposed orgasms from her almost at his will. For him, it then went well past "fantastic."
But by Monday morning things began to change. Not only were they both saturated sexually by Sunday night but also by Monday morning Leigha was beginning to feel the painful muscles show back up. She didn't tell Marty but she was really anxious for her next trip to get treated.
But not as anxious as Dusty.
SECOND THOUGHTS
Marty was going to be sitting out in the waiting room every time that Leigha was there. He had done that so far and Rhonda was determined to make it permanent.
From the start they knew there was a problem in that they couldn't let her drive after receiving a sedative. It was too dangerous, especially with the amount of times she would be "treated."
There was only one solution and Rhonda made it clear she would not waive from it. For at least the time being, Dusty was to change Marty's truck schedule from Tuesday to Wednesday so that he was always home to drive Leigha to the clinic. It would resolve the situation without causing any critical shift in his workload.
David objected, saying there had to be another way. Dusty was disappointed. Even though he could easily enter the clinic through a back door without being detected it still made him uneasy to have Marty sitting out there each time. In the past he and Marty had many, many intimate conversations concerning women in general but very often it had turned to Marty's sexual relationship with Leigha.
Marty had grown to confide in him and it certainly wasn't beyond Dusty to drop little suggestions that maybe Leigha would find erotic. Now it was bad enough that he planned on screwing his wife but to have him in the waiting room? He wasn't too sure he could go that far.
Rhonda stood fast. The other two relented. So be it.
Leigha and Marty were thrilled.
Rhonda smiled inwardly at her victory. It was extremely important, her plans hinging totally on the outcome. She actually didn't give a hoot whether Leigha had to drive to Denver and back. The chances of something going wrong were less than that of getting hit by a bus on a sidewalk.
What Rhonda was after and had achieved was having Marty present at every session. She couldn't very well guide him down the path she wanted without him being there. The old saying about a picture being worth a thousand words? Well, in this case words weren't going to cut it at all. Marty was going to have to see everything unfold with his own eyes and he wasn't going to want to believe it even then.
