Saving a Marriage Ch. 05

Simone rolled over and attempted to go back to sleep. Lying in bed, she tried to ignore the dull pain in her jaw and left breast until she realized this was impossible. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of last night. She knew something was wrong with her. A week before she was a strong, independent society woman who took no abuse from anyone, not even her power broker husband. Now she was a sluttish housewife, who came as her husband used her like a whore and sat in silence as he physically degraded her. She rose in anger, decided to use the guest bedroom to clean up.

Stepping in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, she stopped, startled by her appearance. She had never walked around the house naked and never had born the marks of any kind of sexual activity so vividly the next morning. Every bit of proof that she needed that she was losing her mind was staring back at her from the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and some strands were clear stuck together from her husbands died semen. Her knees were clearly scrapped from the carpet in the living room. The worst part of the image was the purple bruising around her left nipple. Her hands moved toward the sensitive area, gentle probing to see how much damage had been done.

Then, as if possessed, she took hold of the nub and pinching down as hard as she could, twisted it furiously. The flash of pain caused her knees to buckle; her hand came off her breast as she collapsed to the floor. She stared at her image in the mirror, trying to understand what had just happened. For just a second, she thought that her eyes changed from their natural brilliant blue to cold gray. Finally composing herself, she rose and quickly cleaned herself up.

She heard the shower in the master bedroom start the moment she had turned off her shower. She made herself up and found that the anger she had felt this morning had subsided, even though the pain in her body had not.

Slipping on her robe, she went to the kitchen and began to make breakfast. Simone could not remember the last time she had made breakfast for her husband. Most mornings she slept in, just laying in bed until 10:00 AM or so, while he had a piece of toast and rushed off to work. She had just finished putting breakfast on the table when Henry walked in.

"Morning, this is a surprise."

"I just thought I would make a bit of breakfast and see you off for a change." She poured his coffee and returned to the table. He sipped it, looking a bit off his ease. Once he started eating, she moved behind him, and gently rubbing his shoulders asked, "Did you have fun last night?"

"It was wonderful, but I know I really got carried away. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." He looked directly at her, "I know that I hurt you and I know you didn't come."

She leaned forward and kissed Henry on the neck, "I told you don't worry about that, I just wanted to make you happy. You were a bit aggressive but there is no harm in that. And I really don't mind if you don't take care of me. I can take of those needs on my own time."

She felt Henry's shoulders tense a bit as he spoke. He took her hand and pulled her gently around to stand in front of him. "You know since we start counseling, you said stuff like that. I just want to know if you really mean it."

Simone sat down slowly and held his hand. She was staring down as she spoke slowly. "I guess everything that has happened made me think about our life together. I've come to realize that I have been really frigid and there is no real reason for it. You may have cheated on me, but I am the one who drove you to it. I want to find a way to make it up to you. I want our marriage to work, and if that means learning to make you happy sexually, I want to expand my behavior." She paused for a moment before continuing, "And being honest with myself, most of what we have done over the last few days has made me kind of hot." She could feel her face flushing as she said, "I was serious when I said that I wanted to learn to suck your cock better and I am serious about taking care of my own needs when you are not around. Right now I think it is important that I learn how to make sex better for you."

Henry's hands came up to cup her face, lifting it up so he could look her in the eyes. "OK then, I won't bring it up again, now that I know you really mean it." He leaned forward to kiss her gently on the lips.

She rose, leaning forward to hug him before picking up his cup and turning to refill his coffee. He looked up at her, smiling. "You know I can head into the office a bit late today, why don't you fetch me the paper and we can spend sometime together.

Simone went to the front door to get the paper, thinking about how a few weeks ago Henry asking her to 'fetch' anything would have gotten him the cold shoulder for a week. Now it got him immediate obedience.

She returned, handing him the paper. Just as she noticed that his suit pants where hanging over the chair next him, she heard him say, "Under the table slut, get to work." She paused for only a second, then dropped to her knees and crawled up between his legs. She worked slowly, attempting to get as much of his cock down her throat. As she serviced her husband, she could hear the sound of the newspaper pages turning and the occasional sipping of coffee. Her pussy burned with the heat of the degradation. She was on her knees working to please him, and he was completely taking it for granted, and she loved it.

She felt him getting ready to cum, when his hand pushed her off his cock. Before she could react, he had grabbed her by the hair and was pulling her forward, his chair tipping over as he stood. Grabbing by the hair with both hands, he angled her head into a painful tilt and then began to fuck her throat until he came. When he released her she paused only for a second before beginning to lick him clean.

Once he was done with her, he stepped around her without a word and began to put back on his pants and shoes. She remained where she was panting uncontrollably, head down staring at a small puddle of his cum that had escaped. She could feel the welling between her thighs, and knew it would not take much to bring her over the edge. Again without warning, he grabbed her by the hair, this time dragging her to her feet. His right hand remained firmly holding her hair, as he stood behind her, whispering harshly into her ear. "From now on, I expect you to be dressed properly for breakfast." His left hand had come around to loosen her robe. "Do you understand?" He punctuated the question with a cruel twist of her already sensitive nipple.

"Yes I understand" she screamed, trying to hold back her desire to rip free of him.

"I expect breakfast and the paper ready when I come down to eat. Understand?" Another twist of her nipple, but this time her did not release the pressure.

A tear welled up as she stammered. "Yes I will have your breakfast and the paper ready for you."

"And when I start eating, you are going to suck me slowly until I am ready to fuck your face, got it?" Now his nail bit into the tender flesh as he pulled down.

She broke, her knees buckling as she orgasmed. She wailed out in pleasure and pain, "I will crawl under the table and slowly suck your beautiful cock until you decide to fuck my slutty mouth."

He released her, allowing her to collapse to the floor. She could hear him walking out of the house, but couldn't move to face him. Just before the door slammed she heard him shout to her, "Be ready at seven, we have a party at Tony's house tonight, see you then slut."

Once the door slammed, her hands flew between her legs. She frigged violently, trying to recapture the orgasm she had just had. In front of she could she the mess of cum left from the face fucking she received. Crawling forward, she began to lick the dirty puddle, savoring the taste as she continued to work her clit.