Sara's Protector

But Sara was not moving he saw her mouth and her hands over there out of reach while he felt her fingertips and her mouth down there on him. He looked down his hard-on was raging in empty space while he felt Sara's sweet wet warm mouth take his penis inside of her. He was more turned on than he had ever been in his life watching his wife just stare at his penis with a jealous look on her face while she... She...

Barry just stopped thinking and stared into Sara's eyes while her pursed lips moved up and down on his shaft and the thumb and finger of one hand aided her lips, and... And... Something entered his butt, something small and wet. It slowly went in a little more and it... Barry exploded as the finger, that is what it was, pushed hard inside his butt. He came staring at his wife... Standing over there... Seven feet away from him. He looked down at his penis, it was wet. He looked at the floor in front of him, it was not.

As Sara watched her husband's orgasm her mind raced. She had agreed to have regular sex regularly with Barry, and Sara had always lived up to the bargains that she made. She recalled that during her first pregnancy she had started blowing Barry and that while at first it seemed a little kinky to him, he really, really liked it. Since it was easier for her in her 'delicate condition' than P in V and she was doing it for him it became 'thier thing.' She didn't like it per-se, but Sara liked making Barry happy. They kept it up afterward, and Barry never, ever complained.

What did it mean that Jean was so eager to take Sara's place, she thought. What did it mean that Barry was so happy to receive Jean's affections. Worst of all if Jean was imaginary why was Sara imagining this?

In the end Sara rationalized it. Jean was a figment of her imagination. So what? She had imagined Jean going down on Barry and had imagined his ensuing ejaculation just as she had imagined being in the bottle. It had to be, Jean wasn't real, if Barry had really come there would be a small puddle of his semen in front of him. Imaginary friends can only swallow imaginary cum... Right?

Sara thought "I imagine only imaginary girls..." What? "I am insane."

Then Sara had a thought. She could simply imagine the children in the dining room coloring in their coloring-books at the table. But Barry was standing in front of her naked bound to a cross, totally dazed and gagged. Sara walked over and removed the gag from his mouth, he took several deep breaths unable to speak coherently. Sara reached down his penis did not just look wet, it was silky wet and a little sticky, glistening with Jean's very real feeling saliva. That put the kibosh on that plan.

Sara noted that it did spring up a bit when she touched it.

"Uh, Sara..." Barry finally said. "This is a dream... Right... We are both in a crazy dream, right?"

"Your dick is wet," Sara said smiling.

"Uh..."

"Did you enjoy the blow-job that Jean just gave you?"

"Uh..."

"I just watched another woman suck my husbands dick. Kinda meets the definition of infidelity, don-cha think?" Sara asked.

"Look Sara..."

"Why the fuck did you leave?" She said, finding her big-girl voice.

"I..."

"Why did you take OUR kids, away from OUR house?"

"Well..."

"Why didn't you talk to ME," and she shoved him hard with both hands just as she said me.

Jean blinked and the cross and the restraints on Barry disappeared. Once freed Barry reached out to Sara, and she accepted his loving embrace. They held each other. They wept, cried and became one, not sexually, well not in the way normal sane people become one sexually. They became one in their own little island of shared insanity. After a time, they became one in understanding that they had to go out there and get their children back.

***

12:01 AM, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 4

Yesterday afternoon they had spoken to his parents on the telephone and Barry's mother was greatly relieved to hear his voice. Pastor Jones was dispatched by Barry's parents that evening and they accepted his recommendation that they let the kids spend the night at their grandparents and pick them up after school on Wednesday to ease their transition home. Besides it gave Sara and Barry time to talk and hopefully prevent any future hard feelings.

They talked into the night and into the morning. Agreeing that their experience had been caused by stress. Barry apologized for overreacting to Sara's revelation. They mutually decided that they were sad, hurt and sleep deprived, and that in their diminished capacity to tell fact from fantasy they had imagined a lot of crazy stuff.

Sara thought to herself that Barry still didn't understand what had set him off. But she did, and she forgave him, he was a just a boy. He was a twenty-nine-year old boy, but boys are boys, regardless of their age. Without girls they never figure a damn thing out. Without girls they can't even find a pair of clean socks to wear.

When Barry married Sara, she made it clear to him that her goal in marriage was children. But she wasn't unfair, she was OK with some give and take. Barry liked her and found her sexually attractive and that was flattering. Nobody else even noticed her. She didn't see herself as being attractive back then. Jean taught her how to do that. She was willing to give Barry periodic use of her body for his enjoyment because he was what the kids call vanilla, not threatening. He got something, she got something, they were a team.

It was a grown-up trade off. Like how she sat with him and watched sixteen or twenty Dallas Cowboy football games, Each being about three hours long. Even though she don't think that the tight end's end was all that tight, and the cameramen didn't pan anywhere near to enough to show off those cute gals in the white hot pants and leather boots dancing on the sidelines.

Barry was OK with the 'girls don't like sex' paradigm. It was something erroneous that he had been taught, and she had been taught the same thing too growing up. But girls do like sex. God created girls to like sex, because having babies hurts. Sara had two, so she knew of what she spoke. Sex was the trade-off.

God gave girls sexual bliss in order to make them alright with the pain of bearing children. What Barry couldn't deal with was rejection. Sara didn't know it at the time, but when she thought that she was sharing a new-found nugget of understanding with her partner, he was feeling her rejecting him.

And Barry was her partner, Sara promised that, and she meant it.

Poor insecure Barry. Sara knew of insecurity as well. Miriam-Webster should have a cute line drawing of her under the definition for "insecure [,inse'kyoor] adjective." Barry saw her saying that she found girls and not boys to be sexually attractive to his insecure mind as being a rejection of him personally.

He could not handle that, and he totally flipped out. Just as Sara had made compromises in life so had he. Obviously, she was not Barry's perfect one. His perfect one would have been as into him sexually as he was into her. She honestly didn't know why he had chosen her. She was just happy that someone who had all the hallmarks of a good father was interested in marrying fucked-up her.

Barry is and he was a great dad, this little story is about THE bump in their nearly thirty-year history together. They stuck it out and their two offspring are happy and successful adults, and Sara hoped far less insecure than their parents.

So it was a little surprising when they awoke the next morning naked, both of them, side by side under a light blanket on the living room carpet, their genitals wet and sticky. Having had very similar bizarre sex dreams involving a beautiful long-haired blonde girl and her curly raven haired sister.

Over that morning's coffee they talked about their oddly similar nocturnal experiences. Sara thought that Jean had introduced her friend Siri to Sara and Barry. But it was weird, Sara didn't actually remember ever seeing Siri; but Barry's description of Siri was so vivid, she must have seen her and just not remembered it. Most people forget significant parts of dreams upon waking she thought to herself.

Sara would never forget that wonderful night of lovemaking with Jean however.

Barry thought that the was introduced to Jean by Siri, although Siri was so breathtakingly beautiful Barry did not actually recall having occasion to speak with Jean again that night. In fairness he thought his rather accurate description of Jean was mostly based on his wife's repeated descriptions of her. At first Barry felt guilty for having dreamed Siri into existence, and for having sex with her in front of Sara. Siri seemed to be Sara's identical more confident and enthusiastic twin. Then he realized that in Siri he had dreamed his perfect woman.

After school let out Sara and Barry drove her little Pontiac to Barry's childhood home where they hoped to have a friendly reunion and share their great news of reconciliation with his parents. They had hoped to have a rational discussion with his parents, and later with her parents. To get them to voluntarily return the children without causing a scene and traumatizing the kids. They just wanted the children back. They knew that all four grandparents loved their grandchildren, and that nobody was perfect. But it did not go exactly according to plan.

Their parents asked them to get psychological help, as soon as possible, for the sake of the children.

***

As Barry drove the Pontiac away from his parents house, he imagined that he heard a conversation, well half of a conversation between Siri and someone he could not see. Siri was talking to Jean about what Barry liked. She was describing how Sara used to give him the perfect blow-job. Tickling the shaft of his penis with her fingertips, circling the rear of his glans. Licking the underside of the penis and nibbling on his scrotum.

Kissing his head before taking into her warm mouth. Just the head at first and licking its underside within her mouth. Using her right thumb and forefinger to encircle his member and run it up and down his shaft in unison with her wet willing lips. Gradually taking half its length then three-quarters within her mouth.

Finally pausing to breathe before swallowing it whole and using her hands clenched behind his buttocks to shove his ass to her and his penis into her throat. Sari pumping, Barry pumping until he shot his load. Sari cleaning his organ as it deflated.

He dared not tell Sara what he thought he had heard, it would prove their parents correct.

Meanwhile Sara was thinking that her father was right, she had lost it. The cherry on the cake was Jean in the backseat of the Pontiac talking to Siri, not that Sara could see Siri. Jean was talking about making love to Sara. Sara looked at Barry, he obviously could not hear Jean. Of course that was because Jean existed only in Sara's overwrought mind.

Sara was so embarrassed; while riding with her husband in the car she was having a waking sex dream about having girl on girl sex with her imaginary friend. But it was hot. Jean was telling Sari how in the wee hours of this morning she had folded Sara's big lips onto one another side to side and rubbed her from left to right and back again with increasing frequency while Sara created copious amounts of her special sauce.

Jean told Sari how she lapped the sweetness from her lover's lips and used the heel of her hand to fold the big lips up and down with slow powerful pushes until Jean's hand was soaked. How Jean pushed two and then three fingers into Sara while licking her expanding bud. Her thumb assisting her tongue and her pinky finger tickling her perineum. How Sara gushed pure sweetness when she orgasmed.

Sara was worried about what she would tell Barry, if she should tell Barry. She worried that there might be four new occupants of that pretty decorative glass bottle in the living room when they finally got home. Fall-out from two separate arguments... Discussions... Maybe disagreements was a better term. Discussion, disagreement, argument those terms all just being points on a continuum.

Unless you get Jean upset...

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Lisa Ann