Chapter 3 – Lynn is caught again
Spoiler alert – read Chapters 1&2 first. I'm nothing if not good for a surprise.
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Within a minute Lynn was listening quietly outside the hotel room door. As Jim had only left about an hour and a half before she wasn't surprised by the quieted room. If he were inside he would certainly have the TV blaring the stupid football game. It would probably be hours before he returned.
She keyed and slowly opened the door. Everything was just as left and she hurried inside with a plan to tuck the boots back, discard the soaked and ruined attire, have a quick shower and clean out the mess created during the encounter. Then a change into loose PJs and a book to finish the eve seemed fitting as it would broadcast to Jim she wasn't interested in anything else tonight.
She smiled to herself considering an hour earlier, "nothing" was the last thing she wanted to happen with her husband, Jim, tonight. Now, after what just happened, nothing was the only thing she wanted. She knew this wasn't exactly the plan but hoped he would understand. He was otherwise occupied and entertained for tonight. That should be enough.
As the relief of being alone hit her she couldn't help but recall how intense what just happened was. Outside revivifying she focused best she could on what needed to be done in the aftermath of this strange new reality.
First Lynn needed to get clean. While her mind spun and tingled with the thought of an unseen stranger filling her completely in so many ways, she was glad for not having his essence dripping down her legs into her new boots as she returned.
She closed the door and stepped towards the bathroom when she felt a hand cover her mouth from behind. Not knowing if she would find the stranger or her husband behind her she wordlessly gasped...and then heard her husband's voice,
"Nice boots. So what have we been up to my little tart?"
Lynn felt the knot in her stomach quite differently now. Fuck me boots. Panty hose sheared at the crotch. Her husband's coat. Her stretched pussy beginning to leak its cargo. He'd never seen her anything like this.
"Ummph," she said underneath his hand as he removed it. In her mind Lynn was still concocting how she might get this evening over with...
"Please let me get cleaned up and then I'll tell you where I was..." she started.
Jim quickly spun her around and backed her up to the bed.
"I don't think you need to get cleaned up to tell me that. Besides, I came earlier. I was thinking of trying what we talked about. When you weren't here I walked down the hall to see if you went to get ice or something."
Lynn grasped on to what Jim said as if he was offering an alibi. But not having anything to show for a trip to get ice she corrected confidently – almost as if she had been in a situation as this many times before,
"I went to the gift shop for a magazine but they didn't have anything I was interested in."
Jim glared at her for a second, looking her up and down as she stood in front of the bed drawing the coat tightly to her with both hands.
"From the way you are flushed I'd say you found SOMETHING you were interested in...Lynn...you wanna tell me what is going on?"
Lynn knew this tone of voice. It was how he sounded anytime he knew more than he was letting on. She also knew that her attire screamed she hadn't been where she said.
"OK honey, if you must know I took your and Suzie's suggestion. I went out for a little fun by myself and now I need to get cleaned up."
"Oh," retorted Jim with a snort. "I kind of thought that might be it," he finished but seemed more angry than enlivened she had actually done such a thing.
Lynn was surprised. Jim had seemed sincere in his recommendation, even encouraging that pleasuring herself in a semi-public setting was something he wanted her to do. She never expected him to be upset.
"Didn't I do what you wanted?" she asked innocently. "Aren't you glad I challenged my comfort zone?"
Lynn was concerned and puzzled by Jim's blank expression, and began to worry there may be a psychological implication of what was occurring tonight, even though this very thing had been discussed at length in preceding months.
'He wanted me to play with myself in the stairwell...and then,' her thoughts were curtly halted.
"What I wanted was for you to put yourself in a new situation. I was kind of hoping that was what you were doing as I made my way to the opposite end of the hall after not finding you in vending," Jim stated factually.
'Oh shit,' Lynn thought to herself. 'Is my husband snapping right in front of me?'
"Of course," Jim went on, "I didn't want to interrupt you if you found a special spot. So it is a good thing the stair doors have little windows, otherwise I may have embarrassed you."
Lynn slumped saddened on the bed. But she didn't start crying. She started getting angry. The only reason this happened was because her idiot husband told her to play out the undercurrents of her desires. She blurted out,
"This isn't my fault!"
But Jim didn't give reality a rest. Not for one second.
"So, even though I told you what I would do for you this week you think it would be fun to dress up like a sl...," Jim caught himself. He knew how his wife felt about this word before tonight. Even though he was well aware of what happened and was said earlier on the stairs...something urged him to save this for later.
"Take a deep breath,' he told himself and then did. He continued:
"Your dress begs attention. Certainly you are aware that men will get ideas seeing you like this, thinking one so tawdry is seeking such...don't you? Really, what did you do... go wait in a stairwell for the first guy that came along?"
"That's not what I did!!" Lynn protested.
With that Jim quickly unzipped his coat revealing Lynn's naked torso, the blue veins still raised in her breasts after her crescendo, her neck still flushed. He grabbed hold of her tight abused nipples firmly and twisted...hard.
"Owww....." cried Lynn. "Stop it, that hurts," she went on without raising a hand to stop him.
"Didn't seem to be hurting too much before...'strumpet'...was it...he called you?"
"I just went out to masturbate...to be a little kinky while you wanted to watch football instead!" Lynn cried out.
"Well that's not what you did then is it!" Jim said back sternly, like a school principal. "Tell me what you did!" He continued loudly without shouting.
Lynn was still delirious and in shock from her experience just a few minutes before. She cast aside thoughts of how she must be presenting – cowering on the bed like this. She ignored the fact that at any moment he would discover more of her undoing once the coat tails, still folded over her lap, were removed.
Lynn went silent, not sure whether to argue or sob. She was spent and, not understanding his anger or how to stifle it, just wanted this to stop.
Jim reached behind her neck and Lynn groaned at the angry heat his loins radiated only inches in front of her face. He roughly yanked up on his coat fully unveiling her entire display, including the glistening now oozing from between her legs.
He began angrily, "You think it would be fun to go out and get fucked like this, cutting out the hose over your shaved pussy, letting some stranger maul you and seed that little primed womb, stuffing his fat cock inside you while showing off your rings? And then bringing his load of sod to me?!?!?"
Jim was very angry now. Lynn was worn, torn, spent...defeated. But in this she remembered something her husband gave her years ago: a guide describing how to handle him when he was angry. She thought this not only a long shot, but actually stupid to try in such a situation. But she couldn't think of anything else.
There were 5 recommendations he had shared in this one page journal. The first 4 ranged from acknowledging his anger, to calmly talking him down, to suggesting the topic may be better coursed with their marriage counselor. Realizing no acknowledgment, kind words, or a counselor 600 miles away would do any good – she considered the last suggestion Jim had written.
No doubt, she thought, this wasn't the kind of event he had in mind for such a list, especially number 5. But it was the only bullet in the gun that had a chance of making it out of the barrel...
"Jim," she said, "I can see you are angry right now, so why don't you put your head down here and take a nice little taste of this pussy."
This sent Jim on a rail and Lynn began to loath herself for pulling the trigger...the thought was disgusting but her memory interrupted at this point. This has escalated just as he had written it might if he were feeling insulted or betrayed.
Then she remembered a further instruction for such a reaction from him. It was direct and controlling and unsympathetic to whatever he might be going through. She couldn't believe she was considering throwing another gallon of gas on the fire.
Lynn's body displayed a slight shudder at the thought of saying these next words. His attitude wasn't unexpected, but the intensity was. Unable to determine if she was going in the right direction or wrong, she thought to herself,
'How much worse can it make this?'
She leaned back with her ass resting on the edge of the bed. She raised and spread her legs propping herself up with her arms behind her. Her large, marked breasts heaving from her chest. She could see Jim's face flush as he saw how red her ass was and the sloppy mess now surrounding the opening of her pussy – relaxing now, beginning to gape after its recent abuse.
Jim was fuming. Speechless.
She took a deep breath tracing her memory, and seductively recounted what he had written.
"Jim, I'm going to count to five and if you're not interested in sucking my little pussy then we should just get separate rooms for the rest of our stay."
As the words came out Lynn felt her confidence boosted. She escaped the feeling that she wasn't good enough, wasn't properly living up to his wishes as described. But after what just happened in the stairs, after being constrained, used and filled while forced to beg for more, the thought of regaining any control and power was savory as a perfect midnight meal.
She was contented and assured at this point. This is what he said to do. And if it's not good enough then fuck him. Let him leave.
