---Gina Thornton suspects her husband Howard is having an affair, but she is afraid to confront him because she fears the consequences. Dangerous artist Jack Mc Millian, has crashed into her life, but Gina can't consummate her passion for him until she knows exactly what Howard has done.---
When Gina arrived home late that afternoon, guilt had got the better of her and she jumped in the bath and scrubbed herself, as if she could wash away her feelings from earlier in the day. If Jack had pressed the matter and seduced her, she would not have been able to resist him. He knew this, and because he was trying to hold back despite his obvious desire it made her want him all the more. But Gina could not love two men at the same time. She wished she could be like men who seemed to separate love and sex without problem. In fact, the two seemed to be mutually exclusive for many of them.
By the time Howard got home late Gina sat on the couch in a white high-necked, ankle length nightdress, looking like a kid in the film, `The Railway Children'. It was a complete contrast to the trashy, `Carry on' outfit she wore the evening before.
She hoped Howard would take the hint she was not interested, but he found the virginal image as much of a turn on as the previous night's outfit. He thought she was playing some kinky game.
"Look at you Gina, all done up like a convent schoolgirl, but I know there's a brazen hussy hiding underneath. Where's that saucy minx who sucked me off last night?"
"No, Howard, that's not what this is for. Look, we need to speak. We need to sort things out."
"Come her Gina. I'll sort you out all right."
He pulled her over towards him on the couch and kissed her. Whether it was the memories of how they had done this in happier days when they were a courting couple, or her guilt at being in the arms of another man earlier in the day, Gina responded to his advances. She wanted Howard to confess, but she knew that alone would not make things right, and she did not want to give up Jack; dangerous as it was to continue any relationship with him. Howard pinned one of her arms against him and had hold of the other, leaving his hand free to roam under the nightdress which he pulled up by the hem.
"No Howard, look we need to talk," she said, struggling in his grasp.
"Really, those lips don't look like they are ready for talking," he joked.
She followed his gaze and saw he was looking at her white panties, which had turned almost transparent in the gusset with moistness. She like this at the drop of a hat since she met Jack. The brief time she'd spent in his arms was costing her now. Her body undermined her seriousness intentions and when Howard's fingers traced a line up and down her cleft, her resistance ebbed away.
"I know what you need, you bad girl." His hand slipped into the waistband and found her aching clitoris. Gina sighed as her thighs slipped apart, and she went to draw his head towards hers. "No, this is how disobedient girls get it," he added, lost in his own lustful fantasy. He stood her up and manhandled her to the arm of the couch and bent her over it, face towards the seat. Then he threw up the back of the nightdress till it almost covered her head. The sight of her pert bum straining against the white cotton produced a deep growl in his throat. Howard pulled her panties to her knees and dropped his trousers and briefs to the floor. He entered her roughly from behind, squeezing apart the cheeks of her bum so he could watch himself sliding between her lips. He was lost in a scene from his own porn film.
Gina felt emotionally detached from the lovemaking. Her body was responding with a will of its own, her pent-up desire needed to be quenched, but her heart could not be fooled. She wondered if this was nature's failsafe, the way to ensure continuation of the species without worrying about thoughts and feelings. This time she did not come when he did; her emotions asserting themselves as if to remind her this was not okay. It shocked her to discover she enjoyed being used, given no option in the matter; but without love, it was impossible to avoid feeling he had abused her. Howard was turning his wife into a mistress, making sex the focus of what had been a much richer relationship. Gina felt cheated.
Howard grunted, and she felt his hot mess spew into her. Was Munchkin getting the emotional nourishment she was missing?
The next day Gina could not face anyone. She stayed in bed most of the day, wishing she was someone else or somewhere else. Where had things had gone wrong between her and Howard? Had she sleep walked through their relationship since the kids were born? While Howard was drawn into the stress and excitement of making the business work, she'd thrown herself into child rearing. Intimate time became scarce, and just doing it seemed to be an achievement. The idea they might experiment and discover fresh interests never entered her mind. Being restrained was a new erotic taboo for her, which she enjoyed. What she did not like was feeling abused and degraded, but that seemed to excite Howard as much as the lovemaking. She might get used to it in time. But what if that was still not enough for him? Was she prepared to go to whatever the next level was?
Her head hurt with all the thoughts buzzing around in it. She was glad Howard was away today, setting up for the county show. Gina felt weak and wanted to run to Jack, but despite all he meant to her, she could not let anything happen between them before she had proof of Howard's infidelity. Why couldn't she ask Howard outright? Because she was trying to save their marriage? The truth was, she was frightened of taking any action with irrevocable consequences.
That night sleep did not come until she heard her neighbour leaving to start his early shift at the post office.
Later that morning, Gina arrived at Jack's, heavy headed and teary-eyed. She bluffed it was just woman's problems, but Jack gave her a look. "I've never lied to you, Gina. Now is not the time for you to start." She broke down on his shoulder.
"Jack, my husband is having an affair, I am sure of it, I don't have any proof and I'm afraid to get it because then I will have to act. I can't be with anyone else until I know where things stand with Howard, and that is so unfair to you." She slumped down in a chair and drank her tea. Then she told him about her recent experiences with Howard. All of it.
Jack listened, but he did not pass judgement. When she was all cried out, he said, "It won't do you any good sitting at home and fretting. We're going out to enjoy the weather. "He lifted her out of the chair. Mrs Thornton, you will do something you have never done before. I will dress you in an outfit and put you in positions that will scare you." He joked.
"Jack, I think I've had enough of that for a while," said Gina flatly.
"And I won't lay a finger on you." Gina looked puzzled. "Don't move." Jack left the room and came back with a motorcycle suit for her. A silver-grey jacket, black trousers and white crash helmet. A pair of natty black and silver boots completed the outfit. "When I bought the house, I also bought a scooter the owner's daughter had given up on. He threw in her gear. It looks about your size."
"Jack, I've never been on the back of a motorbike. I don't know what to do?"
"Just put your hands around my waist and grip my bum with your thighs. Oh, and lean the same way I do. You can do that, can't you, Gina?"
Gina smiled for the first time since she arrived. "Grip you bum with my thighs. I've got to do that, have I?"
"Unless you have a bike licence and insurance yourself, in which case I will let you drive and I'll put my hands around your waist and grip your bum. But first you need to wear some special underwear." Gina scowled and Jack produced a thermal top and Long Johns.
Five minutes later Gina emerged from the spare bedroom in the black thermals. "I'm wearing a giant baby grow" she complained. Gina did a twirl and heard Jack murmur. She looked in the mirror and noticed the one size too small outfit clung to all her curves and dips. She rolled her eyes but was glad he still fancied her in such an unflattering outfit. Jack was wearing a similar outfit and she could not stop herself from peaking at the bulge in the front of his tight leggings. "Cheeky," he said, catching her in the act, and she went bright red. He helped her into the trousers and boots and jacket.
