Thunderheads rolled in from the east, turning the sky into a churning, seething maelstrom. The darkness was broken every few moments from lightning strikes, followed seconds later by rolling thunder. It was close enough to make the glass in the windows rattle, even the air itself felt as if it was alive. Jackie could feel the entire house reverberate around her from the close strikes.
She rose gingerly from the swing on the front porch just as huge, fat drops of rain began pummeling the rooftop, deciding that she might be better off watching the storm from inside. Retreating into the house, the screen door slamming shut behind her, she was struck by the darkness the late afternoon storm had brought on. Moving down the hallway by feel more than by sight, she made her way back to the kitchen, turning on the overhead light as she entered.
Blinking at the sudden brightness, she stopped and looked around her beautiful kitchen, wondering if the mess she found herself in would soon mean she would lose it. She loved this room, and had planned its design carefully when she and Mark had renovated the house a few years ago. Warm, cherry cabinets lined the walls, granite countertops and a tile backsplash, new stainless steel appliances and fixtures, and a bamboo floor had all been lovingly installed by the two of them. This room was the center of their home. It was the gathering place for her family, in good times and bad. It was full of love.
At this moment, though, Jackie's thoughts were far from love. If Mark ever found out what she was doing, he would throw her out of the house, she was sure of it. Just this very day, she had let herself fall victim once again to Darryll, the man blackmailing her for one stupid indiscretion. All because she had visited a porn site on her computer at work and he knew about it. She was beginning to think that the crime wasn't nearly deserving of the punishment. Maybe she should have just confessed to Mark and to her boss, and let the chips fall where they may. But no, she had been afraid and thought meeting Darryll for one afternoon would be the sum of his demands. She was too far in now to turn back.
The most humiliating and horrifying realization she had come to was that she liked what Darryll did to her, she liked it when he had spanked her, she liked it when he had fucked her in the ass. He had gone so far as to use a riding crop on her earlier today, before fucking her again. And damn it, she was getting wet again just thinking about it, even while she was struggling to figure out a way to explain to Mark why she could barely sit and why her pussy was shaved clean.
She hugged herself, moaning softly and rocking back and forth. A tear trickled down her cheek, joined by another, and then another, before she finally broke down and sobbed. Sliding down the wall, she ended up sitting on the floor with her head buried in her arms, crying as if it were the end of the world. Time passed, the storm outside raged, then began to abate, before Jackie finally lifted her head and looked around again, as if wondering where she was.
Slowly, she rose and went to dry her face. Climbing the stairs like an old woman, pulling herself up each step by the handrail, she finally made it to the top and into their bedroom. She ran a bath for herself, pouring in some scented soap. All she wore was the robe that she had worn when Darryll was here earlier. She shrugged out of it now, throwing it into the back of the closet so she wouldn't have to look at it. Sliding down into the water, she laid her head back on the soft pillow she kept on the edge of the tub. The tops of her breasts floated in and out of the water, her brightly painted toenails peaked up from the other end of the tub.
Taking the washcloth, Jackie scrubbed herself, trying to remove any remaining traces of Darryll. She paid special attention to her pussy, washing it over and over. The warm water soothed her aching bottom. Darryll had promised he hadn't left marks or bruises and that the redness would fade by evening. She desperately hoped he was telling the truth.
Closing her eyes, she began to drift off, relaxing as the water calmed and caressed her. She wasn't aware how long she had been in the tub, but was aware the water was beginning to cool. Beginning to drift back up into awareness, she realized she wasn't alone anymore. Her heart slammed in her chest as she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.
"Honey, what are you doing taking a bath at this time of the day? Aren't we having dinner?" Mark asked, standing just inside the bathroom door.
"You startled me!" Jackie sat up straighter and held her hand to her chest. "I was just being decadent. How often am I home by myself? And I'm sorry, I haven't even thought of dinner."
Loosening his tie, Mark asked "Can I join you?" He was the type of guy who would ask, he would never just assume she wanted him. It was sweet on one hand, on the other, she wished he was more of a take-charge kind of guy. Now what was she supposed to do? This morning before he left for work, she had promised him sex tonight. "Oh well," she thought, "might as well."
"Sure, let me add some more hot water." Letting out some of the water, she ran the hot tap, refilling it with water so hot, steam began curling up from the top. She laid back and watched as Mark finished undressing. He had a good body, despite his 50 years. His cock was of average size, which was fine with her, she didn't want or need huge. She eyed his cock, now hanging free between his legs, as he stepped into the tub and sank down opposite Jackie, their legs entwining around each other. He leaned back and rested his head on the edge, lowering himself until the water lapped at his chin.
"We should do this more often," he murmured, his hands starting to stroke up and down her legs. He lifted one of her legs up in the air and began raining small kisses up and down her calf. She sank lower, moving her body closer and giving him more access. It felt wonderful, and she relaxed as her husband nibbled on her leg, behind her knee, and down to her feet. "Your legs are so smooth," he rubbed a cheek along the length.
"I did it for you...for us...for tonight," she stammered, nerves suddenly setting her on edge. "I did something else for you, too."
His eyes looked up at her, "Hmmm?" He turned his attention to her other leg, lifting it up out of the water and nuzzling it.
"I shaved somewhere else, too," she was turning red from embarrassment.
Stopping mid-kiss, Mark froze for an instant, then lowered her leg slowly into the water. His hands began a slow climb up her thighs as his eyes burned into hers. "Did you really?" he asked. He found what he was searching for, both hands touching and exploring her bare mound. His fingers moved everywhere, feeling farther down between her legs, finding her clit with his fingers and rubbing on it gently, then searching further to see how far she had gone. Each thumb rubbed on her outer lips, before he spread her labia apart, a finger seeking her pussy, entering in and gently moving in and out.
"Do you have any idea how much this turns me on?" he asked. "If I'd known you would do it, I would have asked you years ago. God, Jackie, I can't wait to eat your pussy." With that, he pulled her up onto her knees in front of him, straddling him, her pussy right in front of his face.
Jackie's knees grew weak, Mark hadn't done this in so many years, she was ready to cum just thinking about it. She pushed herself forward, wanting, needing, desperate for the feel of his mouth on her.
Obliging her silent pleas, he pulled her forward, a hand grasping each cheek. She tried desperately not to flinch, her ass still burning from earlier in the day. The stinging sensation from it heightened her arousal, her clit was throbbing and he hadn't even touched it yet.
As his tongue reached out and flicked her, she moaned. "Oh God, Mark, I need you." He pulled her hard into his face, his mouth claiming her, sucking, licking, his tongue shoving its way up inside her. Her swollen clit was his for the taking, and he worked it until her moans were constant. Her arms on the edges of the tub held her up as she spread her legs further, rotating her hips over his face. One leg found its way up onto the side of the tub, opening her completely to him. Mark inserted two fingers into her dripping pussy, pumping in and out as his tongue lashed her clit. He teased her, and just as she was ready to cum, he moved his mouth away to kiss and bite her inner thighs, only coming back when she fell back from the edge of her orgasm. He continued this way repeatedly, causing her to finally grab his head and lower herself even more until his face was buried in her. He sucked on her clit, then nibbled, pulling on it gently with his teeth and letting his tongue flick back and forth on her sensitive nub.
She cried out, her climax overwhelming her in its strength, wave after wave coursing through her, until she couldn't hold herself up any longer. She slid down until she was sitting on him, her head resting on his shoulder.
"That was fantastic, thank you, Mark."
"My pleasure, sweetheart. All you've ever had to do was ask." He lifted her chin with his finger, turning her head to face him. His lips met hers and she could taste herself on him. Rather than finding it repulsive, she reveled in the taste, because it was on Mark. Her heart swelled with love for him at that moment. Their tongues entwined, the kiss deepening as his hands explored the length of her, running up and down her sides, her thighs, and over her sore ass cheeks.
His hands eventually came up under her arms and lifted her up enough to reach underneath and guide his cock into her; she let herself drop down onto him as he filled her, there was nothing to stop him from gliding deep into her in one smooth stroke. He held her hips so she couldn't move as he fought for control. She could feel the tension in him, knowing that he wanted it to last, but also that he wanted to take her hard and fast.
"Fuck me, Mark, as hard as you want," she whispered in his ear. The unexpectedness of her crudeness sent him on a spiraling journey to bliss. He lifted her up and down as he pumped his cock into her over and over, slamming into her, she could feel him touching deeply inside. She desperately wanted to climax again, but needed some manual help. Unable to bring herself to touch her body in front of him, she tried to rub her clit on him as his own climax sent shudders coursing through his body, his cum pulsing into her. She continued rubbing against him, even as his cock shriveled and started to slip out of her.
Pulling her into his arms, he flipped her over so her back was against him, her head on his shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her breasts as he placed his hand over her mound, rubbing against her clit. "Can you cum again, Jackie?" he asked.
"If you'll help me," rubbing into him. His fingers played her like a violin, she arched her back up and out of the water, her body displayed for his viewing pleasure, while he continued to stroke her, playing her, sending her over the edge again. When his mouth dipped down and took a hardened nipple into his mouth, she used her hands against the edge of the tub to push up into his hand, grinding her pelvis against him, reaching her peak and going up and over, shaking, convulsing, crying out, shuddering, and finally laying still against him, small contractions in her pussy still sending the occasional shudder through her body.
They both lay in total relaxation, letting the water grow cool around them. Finally, Jackie sat up, pulled the plug and laid back down on Mark, watching the water swirl down around them until, with a final swirl, it was gone. She looked over their naked bodies, mainly hers, since she was on top of him, and saw how her shaved pussy looked. It was different, and definitely helped to make her horny, just look at the way she had behaved tonight.
