Obsession

Peggy responded beneath him. She could feel her husband's cock begin to swell and lengthen as he propelled himself forward and withdrew. Each time he shoved his manhood inside her, she bucked up to meet him. His driving force was met by her own urgency. She banged her feet into his ass cheeks to kick him ever more strongly into her body. Her womb pulled up into her body, making way for the male organ to expand and conquer more of her cunt. She could feel her own climax, her second tonight beginning to squeeze and twist her insides.

He couldn't hold back any longer. The magma deep inside him had swept through tight canals to his prostate and beyond. Now he could feel it welling up through the long tube toward the slit at the end of his prick. He clamped down with groin muscles he normally had no control over, willing his body to stave off the eruption for just a few seconds more. He could not.

Abruptly, almost painfully, a jet of white-hot cum exploded from the end of his cock and splashed against his wife's cervix ring and the walls of her vagina. He felt a contraction inside him, another upsurge, and another geyser of hot semen jetted into his wife's body. He strained to jam himself even deeper inside her so he could send his seed almost directly into her womb. A third upwelling, a weaker one this time, spurted into Peggy's cunt. Kyle was losing control now.

He shuddered. A fourth gushing of a thin mixture of grayish-white seminal fluids surged forth, spewing into Peggy. Spent and breathing hard, he half-collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and straining to hold himself on his elbows to keep from crushing his wife beneath him.

Peggy felt the first spewing of sperm-filled liquid inside her. The sensation of feeling her husband cum in her cunt put her over the top. His maleness demanded an answer from her. She was powerless to hold off any longer. Her vagina spasmed. It tried to massage his penis with rhythmic contractions and milk every droplet of cum from his body. She felt each new eruption from her husband's hard shaft as a new affirmation of her womanhood. The muscles in her abdomen rippled, spreading the intensity of her response beyond the place where they were coupled. A hot flush swept up her belly to engulf her breasts. Her rock-hard nipples raked against his chest, increasing the pleasure for both of them.

She subsided, slowly relaxing her body and settling back to the bed. Her legs fell to the side, releasing her husband's lower body from their grasp for the first time in many minutes. Kyle pulled his softening penis from her pussy. The wet, sucking sound it made caused Peggy and him to chuckle with a lewd amusement. Kyle collapsed at Peggy's side. He was still breathing heavily; his muscles hovered just this side of trembling after the intense strain they'd undergone for a lengthy period.

They rested together, reaching out to caress each other's body from time to time. They luxuriated in the heat of their bodies as they pressed against each other. The sweat from their bodies mixed and became a single watery sheen that covered them both. After a while, their bodies moved together and they made love side by side. They moved slowly now, unhurried. Their orgasms were muted the third time, but they were no less satisfying.

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"I'm sorry, Kyle," she said tenderly. She was trying to hold off sleep for the time being but gradually succumbing anyway. Peggy's head was on his shoulder, her body close against his body after the lovemaking. Her fingers stroked his chest gently. Her warm breath stirred the hairs on his chest.

"I know I act like a bitch sometimes, but I don't mean to," she said wistfully. She was more comfortable and relaxed with him in this moment than she'd been in a long time.

"Peggy," he murmured, "we'vegot to get on with things...the kids...our life...we've been stuck on this one, small thing for way too long, baby." He kept his voice deliberately soft and conciliatory.

"I know," she said unhappily, her voice as low as Kyle's had been. She stirred restlessly for a moment before subsiding and settling her entire body length back against his. "I just can't get the picture of you enjoying Ann out of my mind...and it hurts, Kyle. It makes me crazy to think of you and her doing that."

Her voice was plaintive now. She was begging for understanding. Kyle tried to give it to her.

"Honey," he said, "I can see that...it would kill me if you were to go do that to Paul the next party we go to. But I didn'tmean to do it, baby...I couldn't deliberately do something like that to you. I never will."

He couldn't tell if what he'd told her had had the desired effect. She didn't move away; they slept that way the rest of the night. On the other hand, she gave no sign she was willing to forgive and forget either. What they had, he decided the next morning, was a truce, not a peace.

Chapter 3

In a quiet moment late one Saturday morning at the end of August, Kyle resolved to do everything he could to disrupt anything and everything that might lead to intentional adultery on Peggy's part. He made the decision, after deliberating on the alternatives, because he knew he could never forgive a deliberate, cold-blooded act of deceit of that magnitude.

He'd already taken action to throw up a roadblock when she'd been planning on an out of town tryst. He'd kept her from going to a training conference in Chicago by pulling some strings, but he hadn't consciously adopted a policy of trying to convince her she had no need to stray from her wedding vows. Not until now, he hadn't.

It was only while he watched Mandy and Todd playing in a sandbox at the park that he realized he would do almost anything to keep his family together. If it took a lot more work than heshould have to put into it, that was okay. There was no guideline he knew of saying Peggy had to meet him halfway. If he had to go farther than usual, so be it. He would work as hard as he could, and as long as he could to keep him, Peggy, Mandy, and Todd together as a family. He'd been trying before. Now he would redouble his efforts.

Peggy wasn't with them at the park. She was working overtime in her office downtown to get a high profile account audited and the report written. He was certain that was where she was and that was what she was doing. It was the third Saturday in a row she'd had to work though. It was becoming tiresome. He had an idea.

"KIDS! Hey, come here a minute." The pair in the sandbox jumped up and rushed to their father at the park bench from where he'd been sitting and watching them. They'd been playing a long while and, if the truth were told, they were a little tired of doing what they were doing. They were ready for something new. Kyle bent over to put his face on a level with theirs and spoke loud enough only for them to hear, as if he were speaking to them in confidence about something others should not know about. They crowed closer. Kyle put his arms around them.

"What do you say...we get all cleaned up," he began, "and go get a big ol' pizza..." He was interrupted by two toddlers squealing with delight. "AND...we take our pizza and go see mommy?" There was more cheering and gleeful dancing. The proposal was accepted, passed, and acted upon in moments.

When the three marched into Peggy's office at lunchtime, they were greeted with tired smiles from an office full of disenchanted accountants. Kyle had expanded on his earlier idea and brought enough pizza and soft drinks for everyone. When it became clear what he had done, the entire staff enthusiastically gathered round and companionably bumped shoulders with each other as they playfully struggled for the their share of the pies.

The morale in the office rose dramatically in a very few seconds. Expressions on their faces softened even more and a warm, happy mood filled the room when the little boy and girl presented their mother with Hallmark cards saying how much they missed her. When Kyle gathered them up half an hour later, each child had been hugged dozens of times and had sat on several laps while they happily tapped keys on keyboards to see the what would change on the monitor screens. The Windows solitaire game especially fascinated Mandy for some reason.

When they left, the smiles in the office lasted into late evening. They put on a big push to finish the project. Everyone complimented Peggy on having such a fine husband and family. Some of the unmarried girls wanted to know if Kyle had a brother who was available.

Already sensitive to such things, Kyle redoubled his efforts to ensure Peggy had no opportunity to find a lover to get her revenge. It had been ten months. He'd thought she'd have let it slide into the background of her mind by now but it had not. He pictured it as a festering sore in her mind and he was doing all he could to apply a salve to the wound, hoping a healing crust would form and then fade away.

He took to dropping in to her office at odd times. Occasionally it was to take her out to lunch. A couple of times he brought in "brown bag" lunches and sat with her at her desk laughing and chatting with her and everyone who passed by. At other times, he surprised her by picking her up from work and taking her to a show or something before going home. Every so often, a floral basket or a dozen roses would be delivered to her at work along with a heart-tugging card. On her birthday, a florist filled her cubicle with flowers, streamers, potted plants, and fruit baskets. An office lothario, recently transferred in from the office in the southeast suburb, took note and immediately aborted his initial interest in Peggy as a target. There were easier pickings up on the third floor.

The married women in the office began holding Kyle up as the standard by which they judged their own husbands. They demanded their men show them the same attention. All of the girls smiled when his name came up and they said how lucky Peggy was to have such a good man.

Few noticed how pinched her features got when they said that. Not many saw the look of irritation that came over her sometimes when Kyle appeared unexpectedly in her office.

They didn't understand, but quite a few noticed she was less enthusiastic as time went on whenever flowers or candy were delivered out of the blue. They wondered why this would be. None knew of Kyle's mistake so many months ago. Peggy never told anyone how she felt. She didn't think anyone was willing to appreciate her side of the issue.

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"Hi, Mom," Peggy said. It was her regular Thursday evening call to her mother to check in.

"Hi, Hon," her mom replied. "What's up? Have you gotten Kyle to understand yet what he did to you?"

"No," Peggy muttered, "I don't think he ever will."

"Horse manure!" Denise shot back. "You have to stand up to him, Peggy. It's just not an option and you know it."

"But, Mom, I never get a chance to find some guy out there to have a little...a little fling with. Kyle is always popping up wherever I am--at work, the tennis club. Any day now, I expect to find him in the shower at the gym. I just can't get any distance from him to make things happen." Her mother made sympathetic noises for a bit.

"There's nobody at work?" she asked in a skeptical tone. Peggy snorted.

"He's got every woman in that place wrapped around his little finger," Peggy complained. If I even smile at another man, one of them will be on the phone calling my dear husband so fast...heck, he'll probably be standing behind me before I could say hello to the guy."

Denise made sympathetic noises for a time about her daughter being smothered by her husband. She lamented the fact he had managed to get everyone in the office on his side, but she couldn't suggest any way to change what had already happened.

"Well, honey...let's see," Denise said, tapping the mouthpiece with a long fingernail. It was something her mother did that irritated Peggy no end but she didn't say anything. She never did.

"I guess you're going to have to give up on the idea of a...little fling then," Denise said dispiritedly.

"No way!" Peggy returned vigorously. "Kyle let that slut suck his cock and I'm going to pay him back for that if it's the last thing Iever do. Iam going to have a short little fling, period."

Neither Peggy nor her mother cared to explore the fact that the euphemism they kept using stood for an intensely intimate sex act with some faceless man. Denise's mind shied away from visualizing what she was actually encouraging her daughter to do. Neither woman thought of it as sex...not deep in their hearts. They knew it intellectually but they didn'tfeel it. It was just a way to get some retribution for the nasty business Kyle had so far gotten away with.

"That's my girl!" Denise replied happily. "You can't let him lord it over you like he has been. He's the one who should be unhappy, not you. He needs to feel a little bit of what you've been feeling."

The big fire truck's approach was announced by a shrieking siren that got louder and louder. Doppler effect made the noise rise in pitch to a shrill scream that penetrated the walls of the house and even into the bodies of the people inside. For a long eternity of a few seconds, the siren's wail was their universe. The truck passed, followed by the lesser sirens on an ambulance and a rescue wagon. The down Doppler made the noise drop in pitch and volume immediately after the emergency vehicles started moving down the street.

"Wow," Denise exclaimed. "For a second there, I thought that truck was in your bedroom." She chuckled a moment.

"Yeah...heck, I was wondering if it was coming in the window or something," Peggy laughed. "It wasloud, I'm here to tell you," she told her mother.

"So where were we?" Denise asked.

"We were talking about me needing to find a way to get a little of my own back at my dear husband," Peggy reminded her mother.

"Yeah, that's right," Denise answered. "Listen, honey, if you want, I'm sure there are any number of men at your father's and my country club...at Hidden Hills. If you were to come with me for a little visit out there one afternoon, I could introduce you...?

"No, Mom," Peggy said resentfully. "I told Kyle years ago how much I hated that place with all the stuffed shirts and stuff. He'd know something was up if I suddenly told him I was going to go out there.

"Yeah," Denise said dejectedly. "I understand." She was quiet for a small space.

"You know, I just donot understand why Kyle can't admit he was wrong to let that Ann woman do what she did and see that you need to get a little payback. It's the most natural thing in the world and he should realize that. It just doesn't make sense," she said in an irritated voice.

"Iknow," Peggy replied. "But he acts like he owns my body or something and he isn't about to let me find any peace."

"You can have all the peace you want," said the husky masculine voice. "You just can't go fucking around like some cock happy slut so you can tell yourself you got back at me."

Kyle had picked up on the extension in the den to make a phone call during the height of the racket from the now departed fire truck. In all the clamor, neither woman had heard the click on the line.

Peggy and Denise were both shocked into momentary silence.

"KYLE!" Peggy shrieked into the phone. She was almost hysterical. A blazing fury had ignited instantaneously. "Get off the phone! You can't listen in when I talk to mother, damn you!You don't have any damned right to spy on me. I'm not going to take this shit from you, you bastard!

"I wasn't spying on you, Peggy," Kyle said calmly. I picked up the phone to call Fred to see if he wanted to golf tomorrow. It was when the fire truck was passing by and then I heard what you and your mother were planning. But I have to say,dear, some peopleneed to be spied on because their husbands can't trust them anymore."

Peggy slammed the phone down and screamed unintelligibly for a long moment. Kyle could hear it all the way downstairs and Denise heard it faintly over the phone line.

"You son of a..." Denise said viciously. "Who the hell do you think you are? You can't talk to us that way. You have no right to talk to me and my daughter like that..." Kyle interrupted her.

"I will speak to my wife any way I damned well please, Denise," Kyle said with a hard edge in his voice. "It's no business of yours how I talk to her and I'd appreciate it if you buttedout of our problems. You don't have any right to be putting yourself between me and my wife and it's time for you to stop."

"You listen to me, you pig..." Denise spat at her son-in-law. She was so mad she had to stop and take a deep breath to relax. Her hands were trembling with anger.

"No...you listen to me, Denise," Kyle shot back. "If your daughter does what she's been trying to do for the last eight or nine months, she will lose everything she loves. She will lose me, she'll lost her children, her friends...she'll lose the respect of her employers and coworkers...she will loseeverything, Denise. I promise you that. She will lose it all and if I find out you helped her in any way, I will sue you for every dime you and Dan have...is that clear? I don't know for what. I'm not that smart about suing people, but I bet Brad Carson will find something...do you hear me?BUTT...OUT, DENISE!"

His voice rose as he spoke. His anger had been mounting the longer he thought about what he'd heard his mother-in-law propose to his wife. He didn't wait to hear an answer. He slammed the phone down hard before she could get a word out.

Twenty minutes later, while he was still walking around the block in an effort to cool off before he went back home to confront Peggy, his cell phone rang. He'd walked out the front door while Peggy was still trying to get herself together enough to come downstairs. He'd thought the first call would be from her but the screen said it was his father-in-law. His first impulse was to refuse the call; then he punched the accept button. There wouldn't be any better time to talk to Dan. He might just as well get it over with.

"Kyle?" Dan barked when Kyle didn't say anything. "Just what the hell do you mean threatening my wife and shouting at her? What the Sam Hill is going on here anyway?" He sounded a little bewildered at the end.

"Dan, I'll lay it out for you...here it is," Kyle said coolly. "I picked up on the phone downstairs when Peggy and Denise didn't know about it and I heard your wife offering to find some stud at your country club to service Peggy so she can get back at me for that Goddamned mistake I made last Valentine's Day."

"What?" Dan said weakly, trying to take in what Kyle was telling him.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, Dan," Kyle told him bitterly. "Imagine listening to your mother-in-law suggesting she would be glad to pimp her own daughter to the men at your country club...can you imagine that? What a fucked up thing to do."

"Now, I don't think there's a call to talk like that, Kyle," Dan said slowly. "Pimping out her daughter is a harsh thing to accuse my wife of doing, man." It was a feeble comeback and both men knew it. Kyle didn't know what was happening at the other end of the line. He would have been encouraged if he had.

In fact, his father-in-law had just turned around to glare at his wife. For a long moment, Denise returned glare for glare but she couldn't sustain it. She hadn't realized until Dan whirled around that what she'd said to her daughter could, or would, be interpreted that way. Denise was stunned at the anger in her husband's eyes.

Abruptly, she knew she'd gone over the line. The comment had been a casual one in her mind...a simple offer. She hadn't thought before she'd said anything about the men at the club. She saw now she'd well and truly stepped in it.