This little tale should have ended with the last chapter. (Judging by the voting, the one before it?) However some encouraging e-mails changed that. Thanks again to those that have taken the time to comment.
The ride home was pretty quiet. Mary would look at me for a bit and then stare out the side window. Henry had been the perfect gentleman; hustling the others out when Mary told him she was done for the night and needed to go home. She gave him a kiss, squeezing his cock before we left, promising to see him again. I could tell the old man wasn’t counting on it as he slowly closed the door behind us. We were almost home when she leaned across the seat and put her head against my shoulder.
“Are you ok?”
“Why would you ask that David?”
“You’re the one being quiet this time.”
She stretched a little and kissed my cheek.
“Just thinking…”
“About?”
“Today… Last night.”
“And?”
She put her head back against my shoulder, her hand settling on my thigh.
“About you… Us… Everything that’s happened.”
I made the last turn home. She straightened in the seat when I pulled into our drive,
smiling softly before opening the car door and heading for the front door. I got out, checking the darkened house next door and then followed. I found her in the kitchen, pouring a generous amount of tequila into the blender. The ice followed before the mixer.
The blender groaned a little before roaring to complete it’s task. She stood on tiptoe to get a margarita glass. I admired her ass and then her when she turned to look at me with it cradled in her hand. I unlocked the heavy glass pitcher and filled her glass. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips before draining about a third of it.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Talk to me David.”
I wasn’t in the mood for twenty questions.
Slipping past me, she sighed and went to the bedroom. I didn’t follow her, rolling a joint instead. I fired it up and then put on some Johnny Lee Hooker before settling into my recliner. Mr. Hooker was half way through a number with Bonnie Raitt when she reappeared and slipped into my lap, the dress replaced with my favorite blue shirt and nothing else.
“Either this is the best X I ever had or somebody made sure I was going to be fucked up most of the night.”
I wrapped my arms around her squeezing lightly. She tipped her face up and kissed me.
“Please talk to me David.”
“About?”
Her fingers found my nipple, pinching firmly.
“Ouch!”
“You know what.”
I wanted to take the Fifth. She wriggled free and knelt over my lap, her knees and feet on the outside of my thighs. Her red tipped fingers started undoing the front of my shirt.
“Let’s start with how you felt watching your wife getting fucked by those old men tonight.”
She slid her hands inside my shirt. I looked at her and the wide-eyed innocence she now wore on that freshly scrubbed face before answering.
“Henry was pretty cool. He appreciated it.”
She kissed side of my neck and then tugged at my ear lobe. I could feel her warm breath in my ear.
“And what about Mario?”
The tip of her tongue found the edge of my ear. She was determined to find out.
“I loved your tease when you went into the front room. What about you?”
Her lips moved along the edge of my jaw before brushing over mine. She straightened on my lap.
“Henry was kind… Gentle… A little to fast...”
She almost giggled.
“Mario was a lot more… intense?”
I was a little nervous now and tried to hit the joint. The damn thing had gone out.
“Y-you remember yesterday when you were teasing me and then slapped my ass?”
I dumped the blunt.
“Yeah?”
She inhaled deeply.
“I-I liked that David.”
Her eyes met mine.
“You want me to spank you?”
She shook her head.
“Noooo… not like you mean anyway.”
I slowly opened the only two buttons that were fastened on the shirt she was wearing. Running my fingers lightly over her tummy and then her breasts, I cradled her face in my hands.
“Then tell me how.”
“Like today when you were teasing me why… why Tommy was in the back. Making me tell you things… When you slapped my ass yesterday… That’s what I like Baby. You making me do things.”
I wanted to add like Mario did, but I didn’t. I leaned forward and kissed her gently. Her lips parted, letting my tongue slip inside. We shared that kiss for a long time, easy and slow. I could feel her begin to tremble. I settled back in the recliner.
She almost whispered.
“Your not mad?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“For not telling you about what I just did… or Luis?
I chuckled.
“You mean there’s more about Luis?”
She looked at her hands now locked together in my lap and nodded. I took them in my own hands and kissed her fingertips.
“You can tell me if and when you’re ready.”
What difference did it make? I loved her. Besides, after the last twenty-four hours I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. I wasn’t sure of much of anything right now. My prick told me one thing and my head another.
“I-I want to tell you David. I need to…”
I forced a smile.
“I’ll listen.”
She curled up in my lap again. I circled her shoulders with my arms and tucked her head under my chin.
“After we got home from the party, Luis had me take a shower. I thought he wanted to make love. W-when I got out and went into the bedroom, Mark was lying on the bed and Luis had the video camera…”
She inhaled deeply.
“He wanted… He wanted Mark to fuck me again.”
I just held her, stroking her hair.
“Luis told me to get on the bed… Mark thanked me for getting ‘all nice and clean for him’… Then he did whatever he wanted to… He made me suck his cock… He fucked me from behind… Then with me on top… He even tried to fuck m-my ass while Luis taped it…”
I could tell she was trying not to cry now.
“A-and after he finished… Luis got between my legs… Oh Gawd David…”
I could feel her hands on my chest, her nails almost breaking the skin. “Shhhhhhhhhhhh… It’s ok Lover. That was a long time ago.’
“No!”
Now she was crying.
“I’m not Luis Lover.”
She shook in my arms. I could feel the tears.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh… It’s ok Kitten…”
I stroked her hair, kissed the top of her head. She slowly collected herself and sighed. We cuddled there until John Lee finished and silence filled the room.
“Are you alright?”
I could feel her head nod against my chest.
“Mary… If all that hurt you so much, why did you do what you did tonight? Why not just tell me?”
She inhaled deeply, letting the air slip back out slowly.
“It-it wasn’t the sex Baby. I mean, I hated Mark…”