Love Me Tender - Please Pt. 03

Her problem was that all thoughts of her marriage and the fact that she was someone's wife disappeared when she was with Montrell. Her mind and body concentrated on him and the anticipation of what she was sure was eventually going to happen between them.

She had not made any real plans for their trip to Tybee Island but in the back of her mind, she was ready to take the next step and sleep with him. The make out session in the car had left her wet and trembling but not fulfilled. When he picked her up yesterday morning, she was determined that if he made any moves they would be welcomed.

He did not disappoint her when he openly stared at her legs while she climbed up onto the seat of the SUV. His next move surprised her but she just watched when he put his hand on her knee. He paused and waited for her to protest. When she did not, he continued up the inside of her thigh almost to the point where his fingers were touching her panty crotch.

"Was hubby mad last night?" he asked, glancing towards the house while his hand squeezed her thigh.

"Yes, but I talked him out of it. Don't worry about him, it's OK," she said with a wave of her hand.

The feeling of his hand on her upper thigh stayed with her after he gave it one last squeeze and closed the door of the car. Her leg felt like it had a burn mark on it and she knew the crotch of her nylon panties was wet with her juices. No amount of squirming served to reduce the itching. She fanaticized about what it would have felt like if he had touched her there.

They talked about business on the way down and the plans for the day. Every once in a while he would reach over and squeeze her hand or her leg. She wanted him to touch her more intimately, but he seemed content to just tease her.

It was a busy day and Karen found herself enmeshed in the details of what was going to be her new job. Mike wanted to meet alone with Montrell that afternoon and Donna suggested she and Karen do some shopping. They ended up in a Victoria's Secret shop and Donna steered her towards the nightwear section.

"Are you staying the night?" Donna asked while holding up a sheer, baby doll nightgown.

"I don't know," Karen replied. I'm waiting to see how long we're at dinner."

"Did you bring any sexy nightclothes?"

"No. Why would I?" she replied while wondering what Donna was after.

"Have you talked with Montrell about it?" she asked.

"About what?"

"About staying here of course. He can make the motel arrangements for you. That's all I meant."

Donna laughed at Karen's squirming. She was sure that Karen was wondering how much she knew about what had gone on between the two of them. Donna was just guessing and feeling her out but she knew she was on to something.

"He's quite a hunk, isn't he?" Donna smirked. "His hands are huge. You know what that means, don't you?"

"Uh, yes. Look Donna, I'm uncomfortable talking about this, I'm married and I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"I got the right idea way back when you and Trey were in the grotto," she said with a harsh tone in her voice. "Don't fuck with me, my dear. I know what's going on and I'm not condemning it, I'm just commenting on it. Is Ray OK with this?"

"What do you mean in the grotto? We didn't do anything. What are you saying? Ray doesn't have anything to worry about."

"Uh, huh," Donna replied sarcastically and changed the subject. "Let's buy something sexy."

Karen was stunned by her comments and afraid of what she knew and what she would do with the information. She went along with the shopping and, at Donna's insistence, ended up buying the nightgown and panty set and adding the shoes and stockings to it. She convinced herself she was getting it for Ray but she knew she was lying to herself.

Donna and Mike invited Karen to their condo to change and freshen up for the evening ahead. She showered and changed into her dress and was just finishing with her makeup when Montrell arrived to go to dinner. Three more people met them at the restaurant. Another couple from the agency and a young looking, pretty girl who stayed close by his side.

After dinner, they went into the lounge for drinks and the young girl, Misti, grabbed Montrell and pulled him onto the dance floor. She proceeded to mold herself against his body and continually moved against him regardless of the beat of the music. Mike danced with Karen and asked how she was doing and was she ready for the Vegas trip and her big move to Tybee Island.

"Yes, I'm excited about the future. Thank you for your confidence," she replied and kissed his cheek.

"How's Ray with the change," he asked.

"I haven't told him everything yet. He's not going to like it but we'll work it out," she replied and then continued in a lower and less confident voice. "I hope."

When she finally got to dance with Montrell, she asked what his plans were for the rest of the evening and should she plan on getting a room for the night.

"Misti is getting drunker by the minute. I feel responsible for her and I'm going to have to drive her home. I'll call you later. OK?"

"I guess so," she said in a disappointed voice.

Back at the table, she listened as Montrell convinced Misti that it was time to go. He told Karen that he would call and get her a room at the nearby inn but Mike interrupted and volunteered to drive her back to the office to get her car.

"By the time we get back you'll be OK to drive," he volunteered. "Let's get going, it's getting late."

She could not very well tell Mike that he had ruined her plans so she went along with them.

Donna gave her a smile that looked more like a smirk and when they were getting into Mike's car, she whispered, "There'll be other chances. Don't worry," and laughed so hard Mike asked her what was so funny.

Karen sighed and rolling over onto her side, she studied her still sleeping husband. She knew she loved him but it was different than when they were first married. It was sort of a complacent and safe feeling rather than the passion that she once had for him. She was not sure if he could satisfy her physical and emotional needs anymore. She had to find a way to enhance her career without hurting him or the kids.

"First of all be more careful you idiot," she told herself. "You're out of control and you have to keep your two lives separate from one another. One more mistake and your marriage is over."

Sitting up she pulled off her sleep tee and shifting over to his side of the bed she gently scratched his exposed chest above the sheet covering the rest of his body. She watched as he murmured and stirred in his sleep. Gently using her nails, she scratched down under the sheet and onto his belly.

He felt a little soft and she unconsciously compared him to Montrell. From what she had felt while they were dancing, Montrell's body was solid and toned and as different from Ray's as unbaked bread dough and bagels.

Pushing the comparison to Montrell out of her mind, she slid her hand under the elastic of his underwear until her fingertips touched the top of his pubes.

Combing her fingers through his hair, she felt the first stirring of his body as it drifted from sleep to wakefulness. Sliding her hand farther down into his shorts, she ran her fingertips lightly over his cock. She was pleased that it reacted to her touch by firming under her fingers.

Holding herself up with one hand, she leaned her body over his and brushed her breasts back and forth across his chest. Her nipples engorged from the sensation of his hair stimulating them as she dropped her head to touch her lips to his.

"Good morning sleepy head," she said as she nibbled on his sleep-dried lips.

Pulling away, she studied his face while applying more pressure to his erection beneath the sheet.

Ray's eyes fluttered and he looked bewildered for a second before his face changed and his eyes opened all the way.

"What?" he asked in a confused voice.

"I said, good morning," she replied and squeezing his cock, she closed her lips over his nipple and gently licked and sucked on it.

Ray placed his hand on the back of her head and let her toy with him. A part of him wanted to push her away and call her names but he still harbored doubts as to his conclusions. The problem was that he did not want what he suspected to be true. He wanted everything to be all right again. He did not want to know if she had had sex with another man or even if she came close.

The image of her kissing that big guy swam before his eyes and filled them with tears. The kisses were tearing him apart and he could not get away from them. His marriage was in grave danger and he did not want to just sit back and let it collapse but he was unsure as to how to win her back.

"Win her back?" he thought. "Why should I have to win my wife back?"

He was amazed that she could still get him aroused. She knew where to touch him and how to manipulate him both sexually and emotionally. He could feel her warm breast flattened against his belly and she pulled back slightly to let it dangle with the nipple playing around his navel.

"You think it still fits?" she asked and let it drop down into his belly button. "Remember when I was pregnant and it wouldn't fit in there?"

Ray's heart lurched at the mention of her pregnancies. The memories of their good times together came flooding back to wash out the waves of doubt that were drowning him. Reaching down he surrounded her breast with his hand and gently pushed it farther into his belly button. This was a game they had played many times over the years and all of the movements came back to him.

Rotating it with his hand, he began to sing the silly little song that they had made up in their younger days.

"Put it in and pull it out, put it in and clean all the fuzzies out."

Karen lifted her leg up over his waist and settled down on top of him. Her breasts felt like silk pillows on his chest and he could feel the wetness from her pussy coating his stomach. She nibbled and licked at his earlobe and down along the side of his neck to his shoulder where she gently nipped at his flesh.

"Want to clean the fuzzies out of my pussy?" she husked. "It's getting dusty in there and it needs a good scrubbing."

All thoughts of her possible infidelity were replaced by pure lust as he wrapped arms around her lower back. He pushed gently on the tops of her buttocks to encourage her to move down to where his erection waited.

She continued to play their little game as she wriggled her pussy back and forth across his belly to spread more of her slippery moisture on him. He tried to move himself up while pushing down on her but she resisted and held herself tightly against him.

"Well?" she whispered into his ear. "Are you the pussy cleaner or not?"

"No, ma'am. The regular pussy cleaner is gone to lunch. I'm the new guy. What do you want me to do?"

"First thing you have to do is to check and see if it needs cleaning. Can you see it from there?"

"No, not quite. It's too far down."

She sat up on her haunches and shuffled up until her knees were under his arms.

"How about now?"

Ray placed both hands on her breasts and flattened them against her chest so her nipples pointed down.

"Let me see if I can shine your headlights on it."

This always got a big laugh from her and today was no exception. It excited Ray to hear the little tinkle in her laugh. He had not heard that sound in a long time.

"Better?"

"No, you'll have to bring it closer so I can see."

Karen shifted her knees outside of Ray's arms and scooted up over his chest until her pussy was almost touching his chin.

"How about now?"

"I can't quite see but I can smell it. You must have a lot of fuzzies in there. I'll get busy right away."

That was the cue for her to move up over his face and hover just out of reach of his tongue.

"Better?"

"Oh, yes. I can see it quite clearly now. Let me see if my fuzzy remover can get to it."

He lifted his head and licked her from as far down near her ass as he could get and then back up between her lips until he reached her clitoris.

Karen responded with a whimpering sound and her breasts swayed as her body shuddered.

Ray continued pleasuring her by sucking each of her lips into his mouth. He would suck and release in little nibbling jerks until he got to the apex before stopping. She wanted him to move to her clit but he resisted her efforts by holding onto her ass and dropping his head when she tried to move herself onto his mouth.

They were not playing their little game anymore but they were both moving along their well-charted road to completion. Karen's whimperings got louder and louder until Ray finally released her and allowed her to settle down onto his face.

His mouth and nose split her lips and he wriggled his tongue as far inside of her as he could get. He could feel her hard little clit on his nose and he moved it from side to side to stimulate it. Each time he moved, he elicited another whimper from her. The timbre of each sound got lower and lower until the whimper changed into a groan.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she gasped.

Grabbing the back of his head, she rocked herself against his face and mouth until, with a final lurch, she went into a spasm, and the groan morphed into a long, drawn out moan.

Ray could feel her secretions running down over his face. The taste did not change but the aroma increased and the amount was tenfold from what it was when they started. She was still humping against him and he was having trouble breathing. He was about to pull her off of him when, with a final surge, she pulled away from his mouth and collapsed down over his head and onto the bed with her belly on his face.

He gently massaged the cheeks of her ass and ran his fingernails up along her back while her movements slowed. Her panting tapered off and her little aftershock spasms dissipated. When her body went limp on top of him, he knew that she had completely relaxed.

After a moment, she pushed herself up on her knees and rolling over onto her back, she pulled at his arm for him to come over her.

"Your turn," she said and smiled up at him as he lowered his still pussy-wet face to hers for a kiss.

Wrinkling her nose and she said, "You smell and taste like pussy. Whose is it?"

"It's never been anyone's but yours," he replied and touched his lips to hers.

Karen lifted her ass from the bed and together they maneuvered his erection into her opening without using their hands. They held their breath while they arranged themselves so that she could welcome his penetration. They paused when their pubic bones met and waited until, in unspoken agreement, they began to move against each other in their long-practiced act of love.

"If it could only be like this forever," Ray thought as he caressed her face with his lips and tongue.

Karen's thoughts were a little different and she found them centering on the feeling of warmth and gentleness as compared to Trey's rape.

"Here you go, comparing your husband to someone else again. If only he could fulfill all of my needs as well as he fulfills this one," she thought and arched her body to let him know that she was nearing another climax.

Ray broke the silence.

"I've been thinking," he said and moved up to support his head on his hand.

"About what?" Karen replied dreamingly.

"About us."

"What about us?" Karen's voice took on a slightly more alert tone.

"About our marriage, where we are and where we are going."

"What's wrong with our marriage?" she countered in an even more questioning tone.

"I don't really know," he replied.

Karen pulled away from him and lay on her back looking at the ceiling.

"What do you mean?" she said in a quieter voice.

"I've been thinking about what you said," he replied.

"What I said? When?"

"The other day when you told me that I wasn't going anywhere as a professor and that you didn't respect me."

"I never said I didn't respect you and I'm sorry for whatever I said. I was mad at you."

"I know that, but the way it all came out you must have been thinking about it for a long time before you said it."

"I didn't mean it that way."

"I think you did. I guess I deserved a lot of it but I'm willing to change if you are."

Turning her head to look at him she asked, "What do you mean change?"

"I mean I'm willing to look for a working architect's job and quit the college. My retirement will stay there until I reach retirement age and I know that I can make a lot more money working as an architect."

"How do you know that?"

"I've been approached several times over the last year or so but I told them I wasn't ready to make a move. I'm sure they're still interested. I do have a good reputation for being creative and pragmatic at the same time, you know."

"You never told me that."

"I didn't think that I had to tell you. I thought you appreciated and respected me for what I was doing. I never realized that you were ashamed of me."

"I never said I was ashamed."

"You may have never said it in so many words but you sure implied it when you went off on me."

"What's going on? Why did you have to ruin a perfectly good morning of good sex with this discussion?"

"I didn't know I was ruining it. I'm sorry if you think it is ruined but we have to talk."

"Well you did! What do I have to change?"

"Your job," he replied and waited for her explosion.

"I knew it!" she said and sat up in bed with her legs hanging over the side. "I knew there was a catch to it."

"Look, if we both change at the same time, doesn't that mean that we're both willing to start over at something new and help each other along the way?"

"Look, the last few months have been the first time in my life when I felt appreciated and needed. More than that, I feel wanted. Do you understand what that does for my ego and my pride? I feel like I'm on top of the world when my co-workers and people I barely know tell me how much they admire me. I never got that here at home and I still don't."

"I'm sorry you feel that way," he said while rolling across the bed and sitting behind her with his legs straddling her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her.

"I'm sure I can make enough money to give us everything we need or want. It may take six months or so but I know I can do it. I never had the incentive before but now I see what my complacency has done to our marriage."

Twisting away from his embrace, Karen stood up and turned to face him.

"What's your incentive now? Destroying my new career?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant. My incentive is to help bring our marriage back. Make us a family again and help us to fall back in love."

Ray reached out to pull her back towards him but Karen stepped back out of his grasp.

"We have a family and our marriage has reached the point of many marriages that last twenty years. There's nothing wrong with it, it's just always the same. Look, I'm still wearing the ankle bracelet you and kids gave me for Mother's Day. Doesn't that mean something? Didn't we just have great sex? Doesn't that mean anything?"

"Yes, but I'm talking about the long-term. I'm afraid of what is going to happen to us if you keep denying that we have a problem."

"That's because I don't think we have a problem. I think you are jealous that I'm not here to cook and clean like a good little wifey. I think you are afraid that someone is going to lure me away. If you're afraid why don't you do something about it?"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do. Goddammit, Karen! Why can't you see what's happening?"

"Because there's nothing to see. Nothing's happening except for the fact that you ruined a perfectly good morning with your wild accusations and your paranoia. I'm going to get dressed I have things to do."