[Authors Note: Thanks to ratman39 for checking this]
Monday (continued)
Anne awoke from her deep post-sexual sleep suddenly, and started to panic. She had just remembered that she had arranged to have lunch with her best friend Jenny at noon, in only 20 minutes. In a panic she threw on some clothes, raced out the door and drove like a mad woman down to the café. As she ran into the café, she felt some of John's come running down her leg, reminding her of her morning's activities.
When she had originally arranged the lunch, she had thought of telling Jenny about her situation, and asking her what to do. But now, sitting in the café with her friend, head still spacey from today's sex and the nap, and John's come still leaking slowly into her knickers, she didn't know how to begin. Jenny looked at her curiously.
'There's something different about you today,' Jenny said. 'Usually you're so punctual, and relaxed and neat. Today you look like me when I'm running late for work -- your hair is out of place, your blouse doesn't match your skirt, you've got no lipstick or make-up on.'
Jenny envied the fact that Anne didn't have to work, and got to stay home looking after the house, and amusing herself all day. Jenny's husband had left her five years ago after her youngest child had gone off to college, and Jenny had been forced to go back to work to make ends meet. She worked in a pub, behind the bar, different shifts depending on her boss. Jenny was almost the same age as Anne, a little shorter, nice breasts, not as large as Anne's but above average, and still perky enough to get her a job at a pub or restaurant, even though she was over 50. She kept her thick dark hair in a bob, which she could hide behind if necessary, but was easy to maintain, and made her look younger.
Now she was trying to work out what was different about her friend. She examined Anne closely, while Anne made her excuses for being late. Anne seemed more vital somehow; she had a sort of glow or healthy colour in her skin.
'Have you been working out?' Jenny asked. 'Or dieting? Or meditating or something weird like that?' She couldn't work it out.
Anne blushed. 'If only she knew,' she thought, as she felt more come seeping into her knickers and hoped it didn't soak through to her skirt. But she decided she couldn't tell her best friend. She couldn't tell anyone. It would all sound too dreadful to anyone else, even though she herself was coming to accept her son-in-law's continual forcing of her to do things she'd never dreamed of.
Anne tried to change the subject and talk about her family and daughter, leaving out John completely. But Jenny would not be persuaded.
'You have a kind of distracted look; your body seems looser, younger. You look good, more attractive somehow. You have a kind of relaxed, sexy thing happening. What's going on?'
Anne felt flattered, then frightened that her friend might guess her secret, so she made something up about going for long walks every day to try to divert her. It seemed to work because soon Jenny left her alone, and started talking about her own problems. She complained about her work, her lack of a sex life, despite being single and still good-looking, and her failures in dating with dud-fuck losers.
'I don't know what to do now. I've given up dating and am staying home. You know, I've even started watching porn! I used to get so mad before when I caught Ray watching some chick flashing herself, but now I'm alone, I got curious. And horny! It's amazing what you can see online nowadays. Women with other women, with one guy, two guys, three guys, black guys, white guys -- it's amazing. I feel like I've been such a naïve person all my life. Have you ever watched porn, Anne?'
'No. Not really.' Anne replied. 'I mean, I caught my son watching it one day before he left home, but it was just silly stuff -- girls with fake boobs sucking guys with huge, you know, cocks!' She whispered the last word, embarrassed to say it out loud. She hadn't seen such big dicks again until John had forced his into her mouth and pussy. She felt herself become hot and wet as she thought about it, then snapped herself back to her conversation.
'Well I've seen a lot of things I never knew about -- we seem to have led such sheltered lives,' Jenny was saying. Which wasn't strictly true for her, as she'd had a lot of guys, and even a couple of girls, when she was younger, but years of fairly vanilla sex with her husband had made that life seem like another person's life.
Anne listened to Jenny's complaints, thinking about her lack of sex for so long and now the intensity of sex with John. Maybe she shouldn't end it just yet, maybe this was her last chance to get well fucked by a fit young guy, even if it was her daughter's husband. She was sure Jenny wouldn't have turned John down if she'd had the chance. In the end she decided not to tell Jenny what was going on with John. She told herself she didn't want to drama and anger that exposing John would bring, and also she was starting to feel like an accessory to his crime. The longer he went on fucking her to orgasm every day, the more hollow her protests of innocence would sound.
But she would try and stop him for a while. She asked Jenny to come over to her house early tomorrow, reasoning that having a witness in the house when the others went to work would mean that John wouldn't be able to have his way with her. It was a temporary solution, but it was all she could think of at the moment. Maybe all these orgasms were getting in the way of rational thought; maybe Seinfeld was wrong about sex making women think better.
They kissed goodbye then, as it was time for Jenny to go to work, or 'fight off the drunks for another night' as she put it. As Jenny walked away it occurred to her that what Anne's new healthy demeanour most reminded her of was herself when she was young and frisky and getting fucked hard every day. She had had that same dreamy, happy glow then. She wondered to herself, 'Maybe Anne is having an affair?' That would explain it, but seemed so improbable, since Anne, despite having a great body and fantastic tits that men drooled over, was so conservative and straight-laced.
Tuesday
The next day, Jenny arrived at Anne's house, as arranged, while the family was having breakfast. Anne had told her husband and daughter that she and Jenny were going shopping together today and wanted to get an early start. But the real reason was that Anne hoped Jenny would give her moral support to help her resist John's unwelcome advances, although something inside her questioned whether they were still so unwelcome, and whether she was acting in a manner contrary to her own interests. At any rate, she felt sure that having Jenny around would prevent John today from taking advantage of her, or rather, as she had now come to think of it, from roughly fucking her on the floor. John always acted like such a gentleman in public, and only followed his lewd nature when there were no witnesses. She and Jenny would have coffee together and chat and then go to the shops, and the cycle of torrid morning sex would be broken, and she would be in control of her life again.