Prison Breaks

Stacy glanced at the others but when Lee took her elbow, she let him direct her to follow. They entered a small room with a low table much like a doctor's office and watched as the man started to wash his hands. He followed this by pulling some latex gloves from a box and quickly pulled them on.

"Just take your top off and get on your back," the man said nodding towards the table.

Stacy was braless and wearing a sleeveless blouse in anticipation of the requirement and was working on the top button with nervous fingers when she realized that the other couple had followed them.

"Lee..." she started but was interrupted by Natalie's booming voice.

"Come on girl, we're here to help!" she called out as she stepped closer, and then added, "Besides, your man was staring at my tits when I got it done!"

Natalie's hands went to the lower buttons and with an accepting sigh, the young wife returned her attention to the ones on top. Quickly, they were freed and before she knew it, her friend was pulling the blouse off her shoulders. Her hands flew to her breasts in a show of modesty, uncomfortable about being partially naked in front of three virtual strangers.

"Get on the table," the man instructed her again.

With Natalie close, she sat on the edge and then as delicately as possible turned onto her back. The piercer had placed some things on a small tray and now moved it close to the table.

"I got this ring. I'd like to use it," Lee announced.

Stacy looked towards him as he held out a small package wondering when he had managed to get the jewelry. Also, she realized the symbolism in it, and she had to fight back a sudden wave of emotion.

The man looked up and replied, "I'd suggest you wait until she heals. A simple bar usually makes things go faster."

The disappointment on Lee's face was obvious, but he nodded his head and said, "Okay."

"Got to move those," the piercer said, nodding towards her hands when he turned back to the table.

Stacy knew she had no choice and with a deep breath, she let her hands fall revealing her lovely breasts to everyone in the room. After that, things proceeded quickly. She let out a little squeal when he took her nipple into the forceps and a much bigger one when the needle penetrated her tender flesh. Then, it was over and Natalie was stroking her arm as she whined.

"Nice," Dale offered, staring directly at her chest.

"Keep it clean now," the piercer said and handed Lee an instruction sheet as he left the room.

A few seconds later, after making eye contact with Stacy and smiling broadly, Lee left too with Dale right behind. Natalie helped her new friend rise and get dressed and by the time they joined the men everything had been settled.

"More drinks?" Natalie asked when they were outside.

"I...I'm feeling a bit queasy," Stacy replied.

In truth, what she was really feeling was intense horniness and she wanted to get back to Lee's house to feel his cock. Fortunately, the other couple accepted her message and they were soon headed home.

"You really sick?" Lee chuckled when she leaned over the console and snaked her hand into his shirt.

"Hush..." she answered which made him laugh loudly.

The two were barely through the door when their hands began working on their clothes. They landed on the sofa, completely naked, with the man's unsheathed cock buried deep in the young wife as she straddled his waist. In between kisses, his eyes kept going to her nipple.

"I love it," he said.

"Do you? It hurts," she replied with a faux pout.

"You belong to me now," he told her.

Stacy contemplated his message as it made her both excited and concerned, and after several seconds she replied, "Not until I get my ring."

"Yeah...it won't be long..." he responded with a huge grin.

"Now, make up for the pain," she demanded and started to roll her hips.

They fucked for hours. Unfortunately, the lingering pain that Stacy was feeling in her breast acted like a block that kept her from being able to climax. Multiple times, she would get tantalizing close only for the magical feeling to disappear. All through it, Lee stayed with her, holding back his own release. Finally, the moment came when she passed the threshold and suddenly, like being caught in a monstrous wave, she was put into a disoriented state with her loud cries of passion seemingly coming from a distant place. As she lay beneath her lover in a catatonic state, she felt his fat cock pulse as he filled her for the second time.

Fortunately, Stacy's period arrived on schedule which relieved her greatly. She had just completed several household tasks for her mother-in-law when the older woman caught her attention.

"The new warden has loosened the rules some. There's more visiting time now for the good prisoners. You want to meet us there with the baby and we can all visit at one time?" Stacy's mother-in-law asked.

The woman's information was correct and just a few months ago, she would have agreed it made great sense. However, her relationship with Lee now filled a special place in her life and she looked at anything that impacted it as an undue intrusion. She knew if the joint visit took place, she would likely have no time to see the man. In fact, her selfishness had reached the point that she was now rationalizing why not to bring her daughter on visits.

"That sounds really complicated," she responded.

"Why? I don't see why it's complicated," the older woman replied as her husband walked up.

"Let me think about it," Stacy said and retreated to her room.

In the end, the young wife couldn't generate a powerful enough defense against their plan and had to participate in the joint visit. The fact that her husband was thrilled and more animated than she had seen him in many months brought pangs of guilt, but they couldn't completely eliminate her desire to make the short drive to see Lee. Despite wracking her mind for a way to make it happen, it didn't, which meant that she was going to have to go two months without seeing him. Of course, they talked or texted almost every day and both were excited about replacing the bar in her nipple with Lee's ring. Still, the distance and time created lots of opportunities to reflect and Stacy couldn't help but challenge her actions. At times, she was able to easily dismiss any negative thoughts, but on other occasions they lingered, gnawing at her psyche. Always, she took comfort in her view that no one was being hurt and she could easily disengage.

Finally, the time arrived for her next visit to the prison which was going to be solo. However, as her excitement was reaching a peak, she had to deal with another obstacle when Lee told her he had to work on the scheduled weekend and asked her to postpone her trip. Even though she felt a bit put out, she did as he asked. Now, a week later, and on her way, she couldn't keep from thinking about their upcoming time together.

Stacy had thought through multiple things she wanted to say when she saw the man, but when he opened the door shirtless, sporting his disarming smile, she folded, "Damn, Lee! All this time and you do this!"

He took her in his arms and they kissed deeply and then went straight to bed. Later, as she recovered from a fulfilling orgasm, he began to toy with her piercing. She watched as his fingers manipulated the metal bar and knew what was coming even before he spoke.

"I think it's time. It looks fully healed," he stated.

"Do you?" she asked trying to be coy.

"Yeah..." he answered.

Lee rose from the bed with his deflated cock still covered by a condom and went to the dresser where he pulled the small box from the top drawer. He had it open when he returned and showed her a small ring with a tiny stone on one side. Unlike her engagement ring, this one had the stone rotated so the back would rest against her breast. With surprising care, he removed the end of the bar, pulled it free and then opened the ring and worked it through her nipple. When he was done, Stacy exhaled deeply as a surge of energy raced through her pussy.

"It looks good," the young wife said to break the silence.

"Yeah...real good..." her lover answered, and then added, "You're all mine now."

Another wave of energy and emotion swept through her body, and when it passed, she looked up at the man and said, "Fuck me."

It was early the next morning when the sleeping couple was suddenly awakened by the sound of pounding on the door of the small house. It took a few moments for them to gather themselves and disentwine their bodies. Lee gave her a shrug as she looked at him with a questioning expression and quickly donned his jeans. Seconds later, Stacy heard voices inside the house and was about to rise to see what was going on when a man appeared in the doorway.

"I need you out here, lady," he said.

"Who are you?" she asked, suddenly very nervous, as she pulled the sheets tighter against her naked body.

"I'm your boyfriend's parole office," he announced and then disappeared.

Stacy was very confused as she donned her clothes that had been discarded on the floor. Afraid to stop in the bathroom to check her appearance, she entered the living room to find Lee in just his jeans sitting on a chair with an angry expression as the man spoke.

"It's okay," Lee said when he saw the concerned look on her face.

"Ma'am, I need to conduct a routine check of the premises as part of the parole process. It shouldn't take long, but I need you to take a seat over there and not move until I'm done," the man explained.

"Uh...okay," she responded and stepped towards the couch, noticing the badge on the man's shirt.

When she was seated, he began, going first to the kitchen. While they couldn't see what he was doing, the sounds emerging let them know that he was opening cabinets and drawers.

"Lee, what's going on?" she whispered.

"Not now...wait till he's gone," her lover replied and she could see he was seething.

The parole officer spent almost thirty minutes in the house and went through every room. Along the way, he made numerous leers at Stacy that she knew were dripping with judgment, and she realized he must have spotted her wedding ring. By the time he finally left, she felt a keen mixture of anger and humiliation.

"Lee, what's going on?" she asked again as soon as the door closed behind the man.

He looked at her without speaking for several seconds and then replied, "Look, I ran into some trouble a while back. Just dealing with the aftermath."

"What kind of trouble?" Stacy probed.

By the look in his eyes, she could tell he was annoyed by her question although she felt she was being exceedingly restrained. After all, she had been practically dragged from the bed without warning.

"Some problems with drugs," he said, and then quickly followed with, "It's over now."

The young wife had many more questions she wanted to ask but decided it was best to let things settle some first so she merely nodded and then retreated towards the bedroom. Less than a minute later, Lee joined her and wrapped his arms around her naked body but said nothing. She could tell his mind was elsewhere and when he left her thirty minutes later, she said nothing.

Things were tense for the rest of the day and when he announced they were going to meet Dale and Natalie at a bar, it came as a relief. Little was said as he prepared a simple meal for them, and after eating, he gave her plenty of time to get ready. Stacy, still confused but wanting to lift his spirits, put on the paisley dress he had selected months ago which brought a smile to his face when she walked into the living room.

"Thanks, beautiful," he said as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

Her pussy ended up against his leg and she couldn't help but push against it as their tongues battled. As soon as the kiss ended, he gave her a pinch on the butt and directed her towards the door. Stacy had expected they would head towards the club they usually frequented, so some anticipation built as they headed in a different direction. It wasn't a particularly long drive, but it carried them into a darker part of town to a smaller place with just a smattering of cars. Once inside, Lee took them to a table near the back where they ordered drinks from an overweight waitress. They held a stilted conversation until the other couple appeared twenty minutes later.

The four of them had a lively exchange for a few minutes and then without warning the men started a private conversation in whispered voices with bowed heads. Given what had occurred earlier, it made Stacy nervous and even the normally boisterous Natalie seemed edgy. After a few minutes, she announced she was going to the bathroom and Stacy was happy to accept her offer for some company.

"Natalie...I mean...what's going on?" she asked as soon as they were alone in the restroom.

"What do you mean?" her friend replied although Stacy could tell she was being evasive.

Regardless, she spent the next several minutes describing the visit from the parole officer and how Lee had been acting strange all day. When she finished, she looked at Natalie with hopeful, pleading eyes.

"I shouldn't...I mean it doesn't feel right for me to be the one...to tell you," she started.

"C'mon Natalie. We're friends. You have to tell me," she implored the woman.

"Okay, look...I mean...what I understand is that he...Lee...you know...he had some problems and did some time for it," she answered vaguely.

"He said it was drug problems. Do you mean he was in prison?" she asked.

"Yes, it was drugs...or part of it and he went to prison for...I think like for four years," she confirmed.

"My God!" Stacy replied, looking at the floor as the reality took hold, and after gathering her wits, she asked, "Drugs were part...what was the rest?"

"I think...I'm not completely sure about this, but I think...you know...there was a gun or something which made everything worse," she explained.

The message floored the young wife and she was speechless once more before finally asking, "What kind of drugs?"

"Weed and maybe some other stuff," she replied.

To Stacy, it all seemed quite bizarre as she had never heard Lee mention drugs of any kind let alone seen any around the house. Seconds turned to minutes as she considered the information before finally making eye contact with Natalie.

"I...I just can't process it. It just doesn't connect with him," she said as tears welled in her eyes.

"Look, he's a good guy and he cares about you...you know...a lot... You have to think about that," she replied.

Stacy liked the woman as she was friendly and funny, but she never looked at her as someone to lean on for advice. However, at the moment, she had no one else.

"What do I do?" she asked with pleading eyes.

"Just forget it," she replied, and then a strangely serious look appeared on her face and she added, "Look...you're married girl. When your husband gets out...you can go back. But for now, just...just go with it...enjoy the sex. From what I hear, he's ringing your bell."

"It's...you know...hard for me to think that way," Stacy stammered.

"We're all on in the same boat, honey. I don't have any long-term plans for Dale. I'm just having some fun when I'm in town and he knows that, too. Everybody's getting what they want," she replied, philosophically.

With that, their conversation ended and Natalie helped her freshen up before they returned to the men. Stacy's nervousness made her drink more than normal and by the time they returned to the small house, she was trashed. Lee helped her inside and as soon as the door was closed, he pulled her against him and kissed her hard as his hand moved beneath the short skirt and grasped her firm ass.

"I'm going to fuck you all night, baby. You're all mine," he whispered into her ear as soon as they broke.

Lee had never spoken so provocatively to her and coupled with her new knowledge of his past, the ring he had put in her, and the alcohol she had consumed, a sudden wave of vulnerability swept through her body. Strangely, joining it was excitement and a tingling sensation began firing between her breasts and pussy.

"Mmmm...you promise?" she whimpered.

She was stripped on the spot and then pulled into another long kiss and this time her hand went to his bulge and rubbed it lovingly. When the kiss ended, he guided her towards the bedroom where she squirmed on her back in anticipation as he removed his clothes and put on a condom.

As he hovered over her lovely body, preparing for penetration, he stopped to smile for a moment as he saw his handiwork in expanding the boundaries of the conservative wife. Her pussy was completely smooth and he knew she kept it religiously shaved even when she was in Atlanta. Plus, he understood enough about women to appreciate the symbolic power of the piercing. Dropping his hips, he began to feed her his cock as she whined and when he was halfway inside, she thrust her hips forward to take the rest.

"Uhhhh...uhhhh..." she cried out loudly as he began to move.

When Lee felt her arms and legs wrap around his body, he spoke softly into her ear, "You need it."

Stacy's orgasm came quickly and it was so complete that it excited him and brought on his climax. They remained connected for several minutes, enjoying the lingering aftermath before he fell to her side. The young wife turned so her body was draped over his with her head nestled on his chest and she serenaded him for several minutes with satisfied purrs.

"Tell me more about you," she whispered.

Now that she was physically satiated, she wanted to delve into her lover's life as she realized that she actually knew very little about the man. Oddly, in all their encounters they had never really had this type of discussion. She knew he worked in something called fabrication, although she wasn't really sure what it meant, other than that, she knew almost nothing. The officer's visit had been something of a wake-up call and now she was curious.

"Like what?" he responded.

"I don't know...where you grew up...your parents," she started and after a pause, added, "Have you been married? Do you have any kids?"

"I grew up between here and Dallas in a small town, I've been married once and I have a kid...a son," he answered without hesitation.

"Where is your son? Do you see him?" Stacy responded, quite interested in learning more.

"Here in town. I see him all the time," he replied.

The information had the effect of softening the drug issue in her mind, as she rationalized that a truly bad man wouldn't have a son that he kept up with consistently. However, along with these thoughts, she felt strangely jealous that Lee lived so close to his ex-wife.

"When did you get divorced?" she asked.

"When I went to prison. She didn't want to deal with it," he explained.

"How old is your son?" she pushed.

"He's six. He was born when I was inside," he replied.

"Gosh, that must have been difficult," Stacy said feeling true sympathy.

"It wasn't great," he responded.

"Where are your parents?" she asked.

"They've both passed away," he answered.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Stacy replied, and they were silent for a time before she asked, "Any girlfriends? I mean...after..."

"After prison?" he clarified, and when she nodded, he said, "Just you."

Before she could respond, he connected with her in a deep kiss as his hand moved to her piercing. He started to flick it lightly which made her whimper into his mouth.

"I need more...get another," the young woman gasped when they broke as her hand tugged on the condom.

For the next month, the things she learned on the visit churned in her brain. At first, she couldn't let go of the judgment she felt concerning his criminal activity and prison time. However, as the days ticked by, she slowly moved to a position of acceptance and by the time her next trip arrived, she had decided that he had merely made a youthful mistake. She took comfort in the fact that he had been forthcoming, although she still wanted to probe more.