Part 2
-Jessica's Reactions-
I awoke the next morning and quietly rose out of the bed so not to wake Robert. Last night, he dropped his latest 'fantasy' bomb on me and at first I feared he was actually going to leave me, or that he had found another lover and maybe wanted to stay and repair the marriage while also keeping a girlfriend. Either way would have been traumatic for me. I know things have slowed down for us sexually, but that's normal after this many years of being together. I really do, or did, enjoy the slower and more caring style we have had in bed the last few years. And I do have orgasms.....maybe not the huge total body consuming ones like I used to have the first few years when we just fucked to satisfy our urges, but nice, very nice easy emotional peaks. Deep down I want to just let him cut loose during our climax while I watch his face and gently stroke his arms and shoulders. I also love to wrap my legs around him and pull him in deeper when he cums, but I really try hard to not distract him too much because he loses his inhibitions at that special moment and I love giving him what he wants. That's what a wife is supposed to do, right?
After a few moments of looking at him sleeping, I went into our master bath to shower the sex off of me. This is when the thought jumped into my head,
'Maybe he is so wrapped up in his orgasms that he doesn't feel or notice what I am doing.'
Last night I made an honest effort to make love like we used to in our earlier years, and I admit I do miss some of the positions we revisited—especially the ones when he holds me close, like when he is behind me and pulls me up to wrap his arms around my bust and kiss my neck while I steady myself with my hands on the wall.
'Damn, I get lightheaded just thinking about that.'
The water feels great and I love this big shower we had built. Multiple spray heads and a bench! All done with natural flat stone no less. Perks of owning a great business, I guess. After washing I settle down to let a pulsing spray work my back as I lay down on the bench. As I start to relax, I sorrowfully cannot help but think about Robert's changes over the last few months. I'm struggling with where he has taken our sex life, deep into all this fantasy stuff he keeps going on and on about. Sometimes I think he is going too fast, and when he started doing this stuff he caught me totally off guard. I can't get angry or not support him, because that's how Mom lost my father, so I play along to keep him happy and keep him coming home to me. But sometimes it really, really gets to me and it scares me every so often.
Of late, when I am enjoying his touch and his gentle lovemaking style, he suddenly starts to get rough and say things that are way out of character for him. When this happens, Robert is almost always on the top and he will hold my hands over my head pinning them down. Then he'll stop the slow lovemaking and just start pounding deep and hard into me, sometimes holding it in as far as he can go while still pulling in different directions. During this, he will stare at my face to read my reactions and start to ask questions about how good does it feel to get fucked by him, do I think of other men while he is inside of me, would I want more than one cock at a time, and so on. This bothers me because instead of being my caring husband and lover, it is like a stranger is taking me. I even started to play along with my own fantasy ideas, well, descriptions of what he might want to hear and imagine to calm him down or get him to finish sooner. I don't like doing this, but my god he really gets excited when I go along with this perverted kick and I must keep him happy. I can't lose him because he is everything to me, and has been since we were 13 years old.
When my parents were splitting up, I met Robert at the new school I had to attend because Mom and I had to move across town. She needed a new start from "that fucking numb nut cheating asshole" as she would repeatedly say for anyone within earshot. I instantly formed a schoolgirl crush for Robert, and as it turns out he was also very attracted to me. We ploughed our way through the high school years together, and he grew to become a very handsome sandy haired and athletic young man that seemed to always be at my side. He played the usual sports like football and basketball, so I joined the cheerleader squad just so I could also be at the games with him. I also found it incredibly sweet when a boy from another school would try to chat me up at these events and Robert would come rushing to my side to shoo the other guy away. Other boys at our school soon learned that taking a chance on asking me out was asking for a confrontation with Robert. And if you crossed the line with a stolen kiss, rude compliment, or copped a feel it would certainly result in at least a scuffle and more likely a bloody nose. Even though I and some of my friends thought that he was going too far at times, I could not have asked for someone more caring or protective in those years where I had to live with my bitter and broken mother and her quick succession of leering 'boyfriends'.
Other issues about Robert's behavior also drift into my thoughts while I'm worrying under the comforting water. In the past two years he has hired nothing less than gorgeous women and girls of all kinds for the visible parts of the restaurant. Sure the cooks and dishwashers are the usual high strung guys or short-term hires, but holy crap it is like he is head hunting the local strip clubs or model agencies for waitresses, hostesses, and bartenders. One had me particularly worried that was on staff when we bought the place a few years ago. In fact Robert promoted Cassandra the first day he became the owner! She is
gorgeous
. I don't mean pretty in a casual semi-threatening way--this woman can pick any man from anywhere and walk away owning him permanently from that point on if she chose. Petite with green-eyes, big perfect tits topped by a perfect youthful face, and framed by shoulder length two-toned dirty blonde hair. I'd hate her if she wasn't my best friend. After a long-term relationship that went horribly bad, she also decided to give women a try and prefers them but has chosen to be bi-sexual. She has also decided to keep playing the field until Mr/s. Perfect comes along.
After the initial cold reactions on my part, we became close and Cassandra has reassured me that she will never take somebody away from anyone else because of how much it hurt her when her fiancé cheated on her years ago. It took some time for me to accept her flirtatious behavior around Robert because I know he is very attracted to her, but I know I can trust her because she has shown me that I can.
The hot water started to run out and that woke me up from my half-sleep in that wonderful stream of water. I decide that Cass is probably the only person I can talk to about Robert, and as I dry off I take a peek to make sure Robert is still sleeping. He is totally out,
'Good.'
I throw on a simple cotton nightshirt then make my way downstairs to the kitchen. I grab a bite of a breakfast bar and get my cell phone. A few taps and rings and I have Cass on the line.
"Hey Babe, you calling because you finally decided to be with me?" Cass laughs. Then I hear another woman's voice and a hand doing a bad job covering the phone. "I have to take this, Hon. It's my boss's wife...........NO! I was just joking with her, calm down. We'll finish in a few minutes." I hear them kiss and Cass brings her attention back to me, "Good morning, Jessica, what's up?"
"I was wondering if I could talk to you about some stuff that's been going on with me and Robert..........if you are okay with that? Y'know, because you work for us I wanted to check first before I start blabbing all the details to you about your boss." I said with a touch of sarcasm.
"Hmmm, well I guess I'm probably after you the only woman in town who knows what he has been up to, and maybe what he is thinking. Jeezus Debra! I'm on the phone! Stop it." Cass giggled.
I swear I can hear sheets ruffling over the phone, and some pouty mewling from Debra, whoever that is. "Hey, I could call back if you're busy right now." I offer.
"No, its okay, Jess. It's just my girl being very naughty right now." Again more soft giggles and I think some moaning.
"Okay, if you're cool with this. I don't want to interrupt anything." I can't help say this without smiling, and I try to press the phone closer so I can hear what they are doing, but it seems quiet now.
"Oh, um don't worry......you are not interrupting anything.....not at all." Then softy Cass moans, "Damn that feels good."
Normally, I would excuse myself, but listening to what I think I'm hearing has really caught my attention, and I decide to see where this goes. Instead of imagining some taboo sex with Robert, I think I'm hearing some for real. I play along as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on.
"Cass?"
