Dr. Margret Learns the Hard Way

"Okay, okay. You made your point." She said trying to straighten up. "You have to stop before this goes too far."

It must be nice to live in Margret's world where people politely do what you say but I've never lived in her upscale world and never lived by the rules of polite society.

I shoved 2 fingers inside her and reached around her with my other arm grabbing her breast tight, pulling her back to me.

She let out a shocked cry. If Pat noticed he didn't show it; in fact, he walked into the garage.

"John, STOP IT!!!" She commanded, spinning hard trying to hit me with her elbow.

She damn near got me too, but I jerked back just in time. Margret's momentum would have thrown her on the ground had I not caught her, gripping her painfully by the same elbow.

Margret froze in shock as I took a handful of hair with my other hand.

"I'm not playing," I said through gritted teeth.

I pulled her head back devouring her neck in kisses and small bites. I let go of her elbow grabbing her breast again pressing her back against the counter with my weight. I let go of her breast, running my hand down her side, around her lower back, and down to her ass pulling her hips into mine.

Margret lifted her leg allowing me to press my erect cock against her pussy while my tongue traced deep furrows into her neck. She reached down undoing my pants with one hand and exposing my cock. Her hand was a wave of pleasure on my dick as she gripped the base drawing up and then gently back down, while I held her against me.

Pat walked in.

Ch. 8

We all just stood there for a second. Margret was the first to move; she pulled her hand up from my crotch and lowered her leg to the floor.

Pat's face was a ball of anger. That sounds normal at first, but it wasn't rage, just anger and absolutely no sign of hurt. I don't know what I expected to see from him but I certainly expected more. Instinctively I stepped in front of Margret.

I'm no stranger to a fight, and while I didn't want to hit my father-in-law it looked like things were going that way.

"Him? Him?" He yelled, pointing at me. "Why on earth would you ever want him? A good for nothing river rat who never accomplished anything in his life other than getting our daughter pregnant and I find you with HIM."

I just blinked, trying to remain expressionless.

"What do you care Pat? You never look at me or touch me." Dr. Margret said from behind me.

I took a step to the side giving her some room but stayed close enough to stop him from hitting her if it came to that, however, his angry look faded.

"Whatever Margret." He told her, grabbing his keys off the counter and left.

Margret stood there looking lost. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Don't listen to him. Pat's a dumbass." I told her reaching up to hug her.

"Don't!" She said putting her hand on my chest to stop me. "This is all your fault."

"What'd you think was going to happen? Huh? Answer me. What were you just going to fuck me in the kitchen and think he'd never walk in?" She said, attacked me.

"So now what John? You want me just to bend over the counter again so you can fuck me? Is that it?" She continued, bending over the sink, playing out her words.

However, when she bent over her dress rode up again exposing the bottom of her ass and lacey panties. Margret didn't get outside much and the white of her ass highlighted the red handprint I'd left on her. The sight of Margret was always arousing and this time was no different, I began to get erect.

My heart was still racing, first from Margret and then when Pat walked in; Margret's Tantrum wasn't calming me down.

"Jesus, John." She said gesturing at my erection. "Is that all you think with? Maybe Pat was right, you were a mistake."

She tried stepping around me but I caught her arms spinning her and bending her over the sink.

"John, LET GO OF ME!!!!" She screamed, no longer worried Pat would hear.

I held her by the back of the head and lifted her dress with the other before ripping off her panties. My hand plunged between her legs shoving a finger inside her.

She cried at the force of it.

"If it was a mistake then why are you still wet?" I growled.

"Stop it, John." She cried, fighting against me, pushing against the counter to get me off of her.

She fought as I thrust a second finger into her and pulled her head back at the same time. I could feel the tight skin of her ass against my palm and her wet lips against my fingers as I forced them deep into her.

The once warm room had become wretchedly hot; I let my pants fall before ripping off my shirt and rubbing my cock with my still wet hand. Gripping it by the base I pressed it against the opening of her pussy. Margret continued struggling, straightening herself with her hands on the sink; I shoved her down, laying her over the counter.

Now bent over with her legs slightly spread she was exposed to me and my dick throbbed with anticipation. Unwilling to control myself I felt the head of my cock slide past the opening of her pussy and all the way inside her.

"AHHH" Margret screamed as my cock went too deep.

I could feel her tighten against the pressure, trying to stop me from going so deep again, but I didn't stop and didn't give her time to catch her breath before pulling out and driving deep inside again. I gripped the sink, pulling against it and driving deep inside her and slamming her hips into the counter each time.

"Wait, wait, please slow down." She said between ragged breaths.

I didn't slow down, I couldn't, driving hard into her and making her head rock back. I grabbed her hips pulling her to me as I forced myself inside. The cushion her ass should have provided failed and with each thrust, her cheeks spread and flatten on my hips.

I drew her into me; my cock forcing her pussy apart each time, but it wasn't enough I wanted to feel all of her; I wanted every inch of her body.

I reach around to the neckline of her dress ripping it apart and exposing her swollen breasts, gripping them tightly and pinning her against me while I drove my cock into her.

I kept Margret locked in place while I fucked her against the counter. I loved feeling the weight of her body pressed against my chest. I lifted her head hungrily kissing the side of her neck below her ear, my other hand tight against her breasts.

I straightening, forcing Margret back down against the sink. Keeping one hand pressed against her back I grabbed her hip with the other pulling out to the head and driving deep inside her. Each thrust, caused her feet to slip on the floor as I drove my cock high into her.

I kept a steady pace but the pleasure was building and I didn't think I could hold out. I let go of her hip and moved my hand between us until I could feel the puckered opening of her asshole against my thumb. I pressed it inside.

"No, wait, NO!!!" She pleaded.

I liked that she hated it.

"Please; PLEASSSEEE don't," she screamed, her voice cracking.

I wasn't listening; with my thumb in her ass, I could feel my cock driving into her pussy, finally, I pulled out and pressed the head against her ass.

Margret flexed and gripped tight trying to keep me from penetrating her but my pressure was too much and she began to surrender. Only slightly at first; but I kept pushing until I felt the head stretch through her tight opening, forcing her ass apart.

Margret's eyes were shut tight against the pain and effort as I began slowly working myself in and out pressing gently deeper with each stroke. I was almost all the way in before I couldn't hold out anymore, thrusting violently the last few inches inside her and throwing her hips against the cold counter again.

With a sharp intake of breath, Margret arched her back rocking her head in the air, her ass flexing tight against my dick.

I grabbed the back of her head holding her in place as I thrust deep into her again, moving with short deliberate strokes. Her hands pressed against the sink trying to stop the edge of the counter as it ground into her. I started fucking harder, pulling almost all the way out before driving back deep inside her. I could feel her once tight ass stretch and I reached up cupping her breast in my hand pressing them into her again.

Margret's nipples were hard against the palm of my hand as I ran it across her chest grabbing her other breast squeezing roughly. I kept my arm there drawing her against me as I drove my cock up her ass. Margret arched her back into me, painting my chest with sticky sweat.

I straightened my back letting go of her hair and breasts and grabbed the sink again driving into her. As the pleasure began to rise I started fucking faster and faster driving deep inside her with every thrust until I couldn't take it anymore. I came; I pulled back thrust again and shot another rush of semen into her. I thrust again, then again, each time another eruption until I was finished. I held us together, paralyzed and weak from the sudden release.

Overly sensitive we stayed locked in place for a long minute before I started working slowly out and back in feeling semen drawing down my dick.

I was almost flaccid I when I pulled out collapsing on the floor. Leaning against the cabinet I didn't bother to pull my pants up.

Dr. Margret bent to pick up her clothes; grabbing my shirt in the process she used it to wipe off her leg before throwing it at me.

"Now you have something to explain too." She said before stomping out the kitchen to her bedroom.

I was sweating and doing my best to catch my breath. The room was hot and my legs shook from exertion and what was an all-consuming orgasm. I know heroin users would do anything for their fix, but there's no way their high compared to Margret.

I can't remember feeling happier in my life.

Ch. 9

I cleaned myself up, stole a shirt from my father-in-law and went outside to start grilling; it was 2 o'clock when Sarah and the kids got there. Sarah noticed I had one of her dad's shirts on but didn't think twice when I explained that I spilled something on it and had to get a new one. As for Pat, he never did show back up and Dr. Margret was unusually quiet all evening, however, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

A week had gone by before Pat made a surprise visit to my house. I couldn't for the life of me imagine what he wanted but I was glad Sarah and the kids weren't home for whatever it was. Pat had proven violence wasn't for him when he left me with his wife so I wasn't worried he do anything physical. However, for someone who resorts to violence first I don't leave myself many other options so I couldn't for the life of me think of what he could want.

He got out and slowly walked up to me without saying anything. We didn't shake hands just stood staring at each other; me waiting for him to say whatever it was he had come to say and him... well I don't know what he was waiting for really.

"Can we go inside?" He asked.

I gestured to the door and followed him in. Once inside I offered him something to drink but he turned it down so we just went and sat at the breakfast table across from one another.

"This isn't easy for me to say." He started. "What you did was unforgivable."

I remained quiet and allowed him to continue.

"However, I'm not gonna say or do anything about it, on one condition." He told me.

"One condition, really?" I asked, raising my eyebrows with genuine curiosity.

"Yes." He said confidently.

"Which is?" I interrupted, wanting him to get to the point.

"I'll tell Sarah. I don't know if she'd believe me but I've got no reason to lie to her and even if she doesn't believe me the thought of it would bother her and I imagine it'd still cause problems." He explained.

Huh, well he may be right about that.

"Okay, so what'd you want?" I asked.

"I want you to keep having sex with Margret." He said.

"What?" I asked, astonished. "What in the world are you talking about?"

"Look, I haven't slept with my wife in over a year. She's so controlling and just downright mean to me that I can't stand to be around her." he paused for a long time before continuing.

"The truth is I've been having an affair and after last week I was able to come clean about it to her. I figure if you keep it up with her then she can't say anything about me sleeping around." Pat explained.

"What the fuck? That's the most fucked up plan I've ever heard. Why don't you just get a divorce?" I asked.

"Money." He said without shame. "I like going wherever we want on vacation and I like having a nice car and a nice house."

"Really?" I asked. "That sounds like a shitty reason."

"Huh, that's funny coming from someone that has to beg for money." He said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please forget I said that it was wrong."

It was the back peddling that made me smile. I wasn't going to hit him and what he thought of me didn't matter. I wiped the grin off my face before continuing.

"I don't know," I told him.

"I'm not really asking. Like I said if you don't then I'll tell Sarah." He said getting up to leave.

"But hey, it's up to you." He told me, then walked out the door.

Part III

(Nothing Stays the Same)

Ch.10

Apparently, the cure for my addition to Margret was Margret. I found that if I saw her once when I first got home I wouldn't spend the rest of my time fantasizing about her, and life in my house returned to an even keel.

I continued sleeping with Margret but it had nothing to do with Pat; the things a man does he should own. Honestly after Pat left my house that day it was the last time I ever considered anything he wanted, hell it was the last time I ever thought about him.

Ch. 11

Like everyone who works on the river I mark my time by the moods of the Mississippi and fall is a foggy mood. It's bad enough to come alongside 100,000 tons of steel at 10 knots and snatch a line on its deck, but doing it blind is another story.

My greenhorn deckhand woke me up in the middle of the night saying a ship lost power and was calling for tugs.

You hear a lot from tug captains about whether or not they should run in fog but it's bullshit. The river is family, all of it, and if one of our guys needs help we help.

I cranked up and got underway, watching the dock disappear in the haze. We caught the ship a few miles downriver but the deckhand caught his leg in the line. Instead of backing on the line I pushed the boat into the ship and shoved his bow into the levee. It wasn't the best thing for the ship but it saved my deckhand's leg.

"Captain, you really drove that ship into the bank for me?" Mikey asked the next day.

"Fuck no, I did it because he would have fallen downriver too far," I told him. I didn't need Mikey running around telling people I intentionally ran a ship around; I have a license to protect. Besides, the boy learned a lesson he won't forget and that's good enough for me.

Mikey's dad was one of the owners of the company, and instead of getting fired for pushing a ship in the mud I was offered the Port Captain position. I love being on the water and running the boats but I was in no position to turn down the extra money.

Port Captain does the hiring and firing and making sure the boats keep running. Don't know that I really wanted the job but the extra pay was nice and I got to go home every day.

Ch.12

I was just starting to get my feet under me and able to spend more time with Sarah when Dr. Margret fell at work and broke her collarbone.

With Pat out of town, Margret needed help around the house. It didn't take Sarah long before she'd practically moved in. I was able to take the kids to school in the morning while Sarah picked them up in the evening and I would take them home after work. Things were going smoothly until teacher conferences rolled around. Conferences meant Sarah would have at least one kid home each day and with their, after-school activities, she needed more help.

"John, would you mind switching places with me?" She asked one evening.

"What do you mean?" I asked putting the youngest one in her car seat.

"Would you mind staying with my mom, at least through the weekend? I can be with the kids during the day and handle the afternoon easier than if we had to constantly trade-off." She explained.

Having an affair is a delicate balance, or at least mine was. I'd been so focused on work that my fantasies about Margret didn't drive me insane and I didn't want to get back to seeing her so much I was sneaking off again; I was hesitant.

"Couldn't we get my aunt to help with the kids this weekend?" I asked, looking for an alternative.

"Baby, you know I love your aunt but she flakes out on us all the time and there's too much going on." Sarah continued before I could argue.

"Look my mom isn't paralyzed, she just needs a little help with cooking and things like that. At least you'd get some quiet nights and I'll be able to do the whole weekend myself so you'd have that time to yourself as well."

To a married person with multiple children, the idea of quiet time is better than the promise of sex.

"Okay, I'll pack a bag and come over tomorrow after work, but I don't want to miss the weekend with the kids, so I'll still help out Saturday and Sunday, just let me know what you need." I relented.

Ch. 13

Staying with Margret wasn't as strange as you'd think. Dr. Margret was appreciative of the help and I was off work early enough on Wednesday to fix dinner and finish up some emails before cleaning the kitchen. Sarah was right, there really wasn't much to do, and I looked forward to some quiet time.

After dinner was always crazy in our house, getting the kids ready for bed and finishing up homework but there was none of that here. Enjoying the tranquility I filled a glass with ice before stealing some of Pat's Bourbon. It would have been a perfect evening but Dr. Margret liked to talk.

She and I are different people and usually disagree on everything so I'd quietly listen, trying to turn my thoughts from the shape of her legs or the curve of her breasts until she'd be quiet and go to bed. I'm sure there was more to Dr. Margret than her looks but she never talked about herself, just her friends or some random shit that happened that day.

The next day was the same. I cooked dinner, cleaned and listen to her talk, but I couldn't help my eyes from wondering and my mind from drifting. Margret wore a thin nightgown that did more to accentuate her curves than hiding them.

I watched the top of her breasts rise and fall as she spoke and began to get aroused when her nipples stiffened from the cold air. The nightgown was short and rose up past the bottom of her ass when she pulled her legs on the couch, covering them with a blanket. However, she never stopped talking and I went to bed hard as a rock. I jerked off to the thought of her.

This became our daily ritual, I'd get home from work, fix dinner, listen to her and jerk off. There was never the offer for or invitation of sex. I could have forced things but didn't; she had a broken bone and even I have limits.

Ch. 14

The weekend wasn't much different. In the morning I'd make breakfast for both of us and fix her something for lunch and then leave to hang out with the kids. However, The weekend did give me a little more time and I picked up a cord of firewood and promised to look at what's wrong with her car.

Sunday evening and I grilled some redfish for dinner, finished work emails, and was enjoying a glass of Bourbon on the couch with Dr. Margret; no TV of course.

We were on opposite ends of the same couch and she had a blanket wrapped around her legs, however, the lacy top of her nightgown was doing an exceptional job revealing the line or freckles on her chest. I found my eyes wandering down her neck each time she looked away. I'm sure she knew but she never paused telling her stories.