This chapter is set in the Canfield residence on the Sunday after The Friday night and Saturday of Ch. 01. Chapter 03 will pick up when the Canfield's leave the frat house and go through Sunday afternoon.
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As usual, Six AM, Christine Canfield woke up. Sunday morning was coming down. She realized that she had just logged her first restful night's sleep in months. The nausea she felt verified that she was in fact pregnant. Never experiencing real morning sickness, during her first two pregnancies she did wake up almost every morning with a nauseous feeling that would fade away after a couple of hours. So, she recognized it as a definite sign that she was with child, or two, or maybe more. Her fingers moved to her neck area to check if the dog collar was still there, it was gone. She brought up her hands up to eye level. On her left hand she found that her wedding rings remained in place. She was still Ted Canfield's wife and that was a good thing. On her right forefinger was the band of possession that her husband had installed the day before.
She stared at it for almost a full minute, considering everything it represented. She concluded that it was also a good thing. In the coming weeks and months Christine would come to fully realize that she was completely possessed by her husband, but not dominated. Giving her a certain sense of freedom that not many wives could claim. She would never again fall into a trap like she fell into in early June. Because she was no longer able to give them what they wanted. Christine would simply refer them to her husband, no matter what they claimed to have on her. She no longer had the latitude or authority over her body, mind or heart to go much beyond a hand shake with any male or female. She ran her fingers of one hand down her husband's arm that lay across her chest and thought, "That's the way it was going to be if I expect to stay married to Ted Canfield and I definitely intend to stay married to him for the rest of my life, at least."
Cuddled tightly with Ted, Christine thought about getting up in a few minutes, taking a shower, dressing, then meeting Donna for the strategy session they had planned the night before. Her thoughts then turned to her parents. At least her dad was talking to her, but she had caused her mother to have a heart attack. Then she asked herself, "When will the total cost of her actions over the last five months be truly known? In weeks? Months? Years? How much more punishment would she have to endure? Was it over, or would there be more?". Being honest with herself, she thought that there should be more. But, that was entirely up to her husband. She decided that she would leave it all up to Ted and her father to sort it all out. She was confident that they would work it out with her mother and get them both past this whole mess. She could not help but wonder what it was going to take to convince her mother that Ted had knocked the whore/slut out of her daughter. That he had taken steps to make sure that it would never happen again.
Christine began to unwind herself from Ted's arms and legs, waking her husband. He asked, "What time is it?" "About 6 am?" she replied. "It's Sunday, why are you getting up now?" he asked, rolling over on his side, facing her.
She smiled and gave him a little kiss, then answered, "Oh, ya know, m'lord, force of habit. Donna and I wanted to get together this morning and talk over what I can do to help her from here. Since I will no longer be employed at the high school. You can go back to sleep and I'll wake you up around eight or eight thirty."
He moved one hand in between her legs and began gently stroking her pussy, "OK, angel eyes. I'd really like to get it on with you, m'lady. But, I think your still a little tender down there." Something else he had not called her since early in their marriage, "angel eyes."
Christine dropped her hand down to his cock and began fondling it. It reacted similar to the way her pussy was responding to his fingers. "Last night was very good, m'lord teddy bear. Umm, well m'lord, the boys taught me how to do sixty nine..."
"Humm, OK m'lady." As he rolled onto his back, he said, "It appears that there is an emerging upside to this whole thing, in our sex life at least."
Straddling him, she lowered her pussy to make contact with his tongue. He gripped her hips and pulled her pussy onto his month, she gasped, "Oh yes, m'lord. You tongue on my clit... Oh, it feels so good." She held her self up with one arm and gripped his semi-erect cock with her other hand. She then pushed the head of his cock to the back of her month and as far down her throat as she could. As she sucked on his cock, she pushed it a little further into her throat. Since her husband's cock was almost twice as wide and much longer than any of the boys, she knew she would not get as much of him in her month as she did the theirs. She certainly could not get as much in as she did Friday night, because then she was operating entirely on fear and total submission. But, what she did get in her month and what she was doing with it, prompted her husband to withdraw from her pussy enough to exclaim, "Ohhh Chrissy, you are one hellova cock sucker! That feels so damn good. Oh yeeah!" With that and what he had been doing and continued to do to her pussy, she went into a intense orgasm like she had never felt before. A promise never fulfilled by the boys. A wild orgasm that caused her to move up and down on his cock, furiously.
The boys had taught her how to suck and swallow, but she wasn't quite ready for the load he blew down her throat. With some oozing out both sides of her mouth, she was pleased to know that her oral action drove her husband right up the wall with pleasure. Reflecting on how many times he had gone off in her during Friday night and Saturday, his orgasm substantiated in her mind that she would produce a litter like he mentioned the day before.
"That was fantastic, m'lady. Better than fantastic, it was magnificent. Thank you." he said when he had caught his breath.
Up on her feet, she drew the covers up to his shoulders, smiled and said, "It was very good for me, too. It makes me feel good to know that I have sexually brought so much pleasure to my husband." She gave him a kiss, "I'll wake you up in a couple of hours." He smiled back at her and drifted off to sleep. She made her way into the shower. As she soaped her body, she found that her pussy lips were still swollen and very tender. While gently cleaning it, she fondly recalled the orgasm Ted had given her the night before, without penetration and their recent venture into sex number sixty nine. It all would come in handy during her third trimester and two months after delivery, when her ODGYN doctor would suspend vaginal sex.
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As the two women wrapped up their plans to prove to Ted that he had the support to take the basketball team to a state championship, Christine stepped into the kitchen to gather what she needed to prepare breakfast. Donna gathered up all their notes and took them into her room that was off the kitchen as Ted entered the area. After a good morning greeting to both women, he sat down at the breakfast table, "Hey Chris, I've started a list of those we need to call about all of this. It's gonna be a short list. I think there are those that need to hear it from us, not the rumor mill. It starts with the Struthers, then your parents and family when your dad thinks it is right."
From the kitchen, Christine commented, "Yeah Ted, that sounds good. When you and my dad think it's right we'll talk to my family, especially my mother. I know I can't talk to her right now, let alone face her."
As Donna re-entered the kitchen, Ted responded to Christine, "Yeah, right after we talk to the Struthers. They go to church until about noon. So, I thought I'd call about one or two. Your dad and I are getting together to discuss your family, specifically your mother on Tuesday." Ted glanced back at his list as his cellphone rang. The phone was on the breakfast counter. So, he asked Donna to answer it.
Donna brought the phone over to him, "It's Tom Struthers."
