The Family BBC - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 4

... behind me, and closed the door, anticipating another rant.

I turned around and began unfastening his clothes. "You are the man I love, and I hope you never think otherwise."

"Sweetheart!" He gasped and hugged me, my hands smashed between my clothed breasts and his half open shirt.

I became my husband's whore for the ensuing hour. I sucked and rode him and fingered his asshole until he had cum twice! He had never experienced me as a dominant parter who forced herself on him. We had role played dom and sub games, but it was more pretend than compelling theater.

"Honey, that was incredible." He panted beside me on our bed. "Should I light a cigarette for you?"

That he could make such a joke, only increased my love for him. The previous day's nightmare hadn't fully broken him, or at least he was on the mend.

"Maybe put a candle in the window, when I'm not here to prove that I'll never leave you." When you speak from the heart, you are most likely to sound utterly idiotic.

"Colleen, what do you mean?"

"I mean, George, that there'll be times ahead when I have no choice but to be far away from home. I'm not going to spell it out. I already hate myself for admitting it, but you have a right to know that I'm going to be unfaithful, which cannot be forgiven even when it's against my will.

"I guessed after hearing from you, that he had called you. He's blackmailing you."

"Not in a way that can be prosecuted."

"Do you want to charge him?" He hoped ...

... aloud.

"I want him to rot in a bare-walled cell, gang-banged by prison gangs."

"But you won't."

"I can't, My Love. The process would destroy me."

He fell silent, respecting my voice of utter certainty. Perhaps he realized how harsh the criminal system is on plaintiffs. Accusers don't have a bill of rights protecting them from persecution. It's one of the reasons women rarely charged their rapists before the modern era. Too many still don't.

"I have no idea how to cope with that." He nearly wept.

A young hand rapped on our door. "Mom, can I make a sandwich?" Ridley asked.

"Tell Peg to wrap up the roast and put it in the fridge. I'll come out in a bit, and fix something better and quicker." We kept emergency, organic frozen dinners in our freezer.

I held my husband's hand and looked into his eyes. "Events have given me a split personality. Think of it that way. One side of me will hurt you badly. The other will do her utmost to soothe your suffering. If you can love me enough to withstand the hurting, I will do my best to break free of our tormentor.

"I will try." Wet eyes and bit lip assured his promise.

Rising from the bed, and holding back my tears, I put on my houserobe and left my husband, to feed our kids.

In the days that followed, I was haunted, expecting Leland to jump out from bushes and garbage trucks! He knew our address, but my husband's phone could no longer track mine. Nor could it call me.

Before a week had passed, Leland called my ...