Chapter Twelve -- Darlene's Weekend
It was daylight. And there was Dwayne, Darlene smiled. Naked. Cock. Limp cock.
'Blow job,' her mind said. She slid down in bed and took him in her mouth.
For thirteen years, it was only on special occasions when she did that, giving
head. And Dwayne was already hard. Every time she sucked him, he was already
stiff. But not this time. The feeling of his limp cock hardening in her mouth
was... wonderful. Nice. Exciting. Erotic. Sexy. Naughty.
"Damn, woman," he groaned a few moments later. She didn't stop. She wanted to
experiment, to learn about the man she married so long ago. Now that he was
fully hard, she used her tongue, swirling it around the head of his cock, her
eyes open to see his reaction. She didn't see much but she felt it. He liked it.
And the ridge along the bottom. He's supposed to.. yeah, he does.
"I don't.. want to.. ah, spoil.. this but.. I gotta.. pee."
"Me, too," Darlene chuckled, realizing that it might take longer to get him off
than her sphincter could hold out.
"Let's shower together," Dwayne suggested.
"I'd like that."
They both liked it. Dwayne again asked her to "play with yourself" and she did,
even though she still felt some shame and inhibitions. It was wonderful to
stroke herself down there while Dwayne's soapy hands caressed her breasts and
his fingers pulled on her nipples. She got off again.
"You haven't come," she noted.
"I'm saving it for later," he grinned, helping rinse his wife and then roughly
toweling her down.
"I want to shave you," she suddenly told him, inspired by a scene from the movie
'Phenomenon' that flashed into her mind. With both of them still nude, she did,
sensuously spreading shaving cream over his face and carefully drawing the razor
over his cheeks. She was almost done when Donald burst through the door. The
lock had been broken for a year.
"Sorry," her young son barked as he backed out.
"We won't be long," Darlene laughed, thankful that they weren't engaged in
something obviously sexual. She wiped off her husband's face and pulled on her
ratty old robe.
At breakfast, the kids questioned her about her week. She told them about
exercising and taking classes. It turned out to be easy to leave out the sexual
parts and still answer all of their questions honestly.
The family packed a picnic lunch and went to a nearby lake with a sandy beach
and playground equipment. Darlene was still ashamed of her body and refused to
put on a swimsuit and join the rest of her family, busying herself with the
picnic lunch and then the clean up. And she took a brisk walk for exercise,
sweating profusely in the steamy heat and humidity.
Dwayne and Jennifer, her oldest daughter, had done a commendable job keeping up
with the housework. Darlene had to search for a washer load of clothes, mostly
things they had worn to the lake. She was washing the picnic utensils when
Dwayne told her, "Leave that. Let's take a walk."
They were a block from the house when he finally said something. "Hon', I like
your body."
"I'm fat."
"OK, you might prefer to lose a few pounds but I still like your body. That
outfit, those sexy shorts you were wearing last night and that top like a bra;
that was _so_ sexy. I wish you'd wear things like that more often."
It's all about sex and communications and communicating about sex, she
remembered Clarice saying as she pondered her husband's statement. "You want me
to dress sexy?"
"And play with yourself," he whispered in her ear because there was a woman
raking grass as they passed.
Little did he know how often she 'played with herself', but always in the
bedroom when the kids were out, alone with her imagination, imagining things
like.. last night. "It is fun," she bashfully admitted.
"It sure turned me on," he told her, more loudly now that a mower was roaring
nearby to provide privacy.
"Me, too."
"Did they teach you that?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me about it." So she did, giving many details of not only the activities
but her feelings.
Dwayne let her talk. He had attended two classes, as well. Just evenings with
the guys talking about women in general and wives in particular. Real 'guy talk'
but about reality, loving their wives, not typical locker room macho' bragging.
He learned that 'listen' was the most important thing he could do.. so he did.
"Geez, I'm getting turned on just talking about this," Darlene said in the
middle of her monologue, feeling her pussy lips puff up with arousal.
"And you've turned me on."
"One of our instructors, an older woman named Clarice, you remember her. She's
the one who went wild at the Sunday night party. She told us on the first day
that sex, communications, and comm..."
And Darlene got even more turned on as she talked and Dwayne listened. He had to
adjust his hardon in his pants several times as he got turned on. They were
still talking when they made it back to the house. The boys were in front of the
TV as the window unit hummed and spewed cool air. Jennifer was in the back yard,
watching the little girls in the wading pool. "Do I get paid for watching the
twerps?" she wanted to know.
"Yes," Darlene answered quickly. Turning back to her husband, she told him,
"We'll have to do something special for her."
"Yeah," he agreed, worrying about how he would pay for it.
"So what do you like?"
"When you dress sexy," he grinned lecherously.
"Like how?"
"Short shorts, tight ones. Short skirts. You still have a pretty nice pair of
gams, there, lady," he grinned. "And your boobs and back and you. Just you."
Even though she felt bashful and ashamed, Darlene found a pair of old cut-off
jean shorts that were 'Daisy Duke' style on her body, and a knit halter top that
he bought for her years ago. She had never worn it because the sides of her
breasts weren't covered and she thought that it made her look like a cow, but..
He likes it, she realized as he scanned her from top to bottom and back up and
then up and down again. She could feel his eyes on her ass he turned her back on
him to prepare supper. And then she felt his hands, rough from manual labor but
oh, so nice.
And he really helped with dinner, peeling all the carrots and potatoes. They ate
in front of the TV. The sound of crickets was drowned out by the hum of the air
conditioner and the TV set. Jennifer looked at her mother's outfit with
disapproval but Dwayne obviously loved it. None of the other kids even noticed.
Just as it got dark, Dwayne got up and pulled out his billfold. "Here," he said,
handing Jennifer a five dollar bill. "Your mother and I are going outside to
have sex. If we don't get interrupted, you get double this tomorrow."
Lightning was flashing in the distance as they went outside to play in the
wading pool and the lawn chairs and then on a furniture pad in the bed of
Dwayne's pickup. "Play with yourself," Dwayne kept encouraging. Each time,
Darlene blushed but she did it. And she enjoyed it. And Dwayne enjoyed watching,
especially when she came. And he waited and listened and waited some more, then,
with perfect timing, joined his wife to get her off.
A cool, gusty wind that precedes a summer thunderstorm made them move the
furniture pad in the garage. Dwayne lifted Darlene onto his workbench where saw
dust ground into her bare bottom. He stuffed the pad behind her so she could
lean back. Then, sitting on a stool, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and
settled in for a feast.
The first class he had attended taught 'listen.' The second was eating pussy,
and the leader of the discussion group suggested that they all follow Dr. Grey's
advice to 'camp out down there for a while.' Dwayne was comfortable. He licked
up between Darlene's puffed up pussy lips. She twitched and groaned. It was fun
driving his wife nuts. And it turned him on, but he still felt no urgency to
blow his nuts. She was available. Darlene had made it clear that whenever he
wanted sex, she was ready.
A bolt of lightning hit a tree nearby just as Darlene reached another
spectacular orgasm, the tremendous boom of thunder somehow making the feelings
even more intense, especially when Dwayne wouldn't stop. He was having too much
fun and wasn't about to quit until she came again and again and again, losing
herself in multiple orgasms that came one after the other until she passed out.
The violent part of the thunderstorm was over by the time she woke up. They
ended their evening of liberated sex with Darlene giving a spectacular blow job
while Dwayne relaxed in the hammock and she knelt in the wet grass beside it.
She swallowed every drop.
They snuck back into the house. Darlene's top was in the bed of the pickup and
she thought her shorts might be in the garage. Dwayne's briefs were lost
somewhere in the back yard, but they found his soaked jeans on a lawn chair
along with socks and boots. They'd pick up later. For the moment, they cuddled
to sleep.
"Thank you," Dwayne told his daughter the next morning, handing her a ten dollar
bill. He had finished the dishes from last night while Darlene slept in. He also
took several phone calls.
They went to church as a family. Dwayne seldom went but it seemed right to thank
God for his good fortune. He hadn't even remembered that it was Father's Day.
Jennifer did. She organized all of her younger brothers and sisters to make
gifts and an early dinner and a cake with rich burnt sugar icing, her dad's
favorite.
The kids were all going to day camp the next day so they were put to bed early.
Jennifer was still up reading when she heard the unmistakable sounds coming from
her parents' room.
"Yes, fuck me," Darlene panted as the bedsprings creaked rhythmically. "Fuck me
hard."
"Play with yourself."
"Yes. Yeah. Oh, so good, ah."
When it was over, Darlene's orgasm followed quickly by Dwayne's, there was quiet
until Darlene whispered, "I don't want to go back."
"We agreed," he told her. "And if one week makes things this much better, think
about how it'll be in another eleven."
"I know," she sobbed, "But I miss you and the kids and I hardly got to spend any
time with them and I don't know how I'm going to be able to make it."
"They're coming to kidnap you, you know," Dwayne chuckled.
"Who? What? Oh."
"Yeah. They called a couple of times. Do you really mind?"
"Yes," she whimpered. "No. Oh, geez, I'm so screwed up I don't know what I
want."
"We haven't fought all weekend."
"We didn't have time," Darlene snickered, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
"That wasn't the only reason," Dwayne told her. "We talked a lot. I feel closer
to you than I ever have."
"Me, too. That's why I don't want to go back."
"Yes, you do," he grinned.
"NO!"
"Put these on," he told her, producing a pair of handcuffs.
"No!"
"I'll eat your pussy if you do," he teased.
"No."
"Be real quiet when they come to get you so you don't wake the kids."
"No, please," she begged. But there was little choice. She finally agreed to put
on the handcuffs. Behind her back. They were uncomfortable. And it was
uncomfortable kneeling on the bed with her shoulders resting on the sheet so
Dwayne could lay under her and lick her pussy, but it felt so good and...
Her next explosion was incredible. Fantastic. And over all too quickly. She
could barely walk out to the van, naked, led by her husband who threatened to
carry her with the help of two other men who ogled her body. Never in a million
years, would she admit how pleased she was when they didn't turn away in disgust
but openly admired her corpulence.
