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.
