"Yes! Yes!" she sighed between clenched teeth. Teeth clenched with growing anger, not passion.
Martin grimaced as he felt the surging lurch of his cream-filled cock overflow inside the twisting snatch. It billowed like foam from a fire extinguisher into the licking flames of her hot oven. Spurt after spurt of thick, white paste spewed and plastered Beth's hungry vagina. She pressed back and felt the filling semen stream deep inside her sobbing pussy.
"Oh… Yes… " she hissed. "It feels so wonderful… "
Martin kept his cock working into the jism filled cunt as though it was the stick of a butter churn. Everything was incredibly wet and slick, the cream gurgled back down the length of his shaft to bubble and drip from the red ring of her filled cunt lips. It leaked down to her thigh and left slithering puddles of warmth between Beth's open legs…
She blinked back her tears as once again she realized the deep-buried happiness in her body was still entombed like a six-feet-under coffin. Martin had failed to do more than lay flowers by the tombstone of her dead vagina. But she heaved back at his now shrinking pecker to imitate life and joy and satisfaction with the performance, a performance she sadly realized she shared with another woman.
It was more than six months ago when she knew for sure. Before then she had only suspected he was seeing another woman, and with a lot of rationalizing Beth had been able to dismiss it all as silly jealousy on her part. Martin was a good man, he would never do something like that. Then she got the phone call.
If it had been a phone call from someone at his office trying to be malicious or cruel Beth could have rationalized that away too. But it wasn't. No, this was a phone call from the woman herself, from Sherry. Beth had to amend her suspicions; Sherry didn't sound like a woman, more like a young girl. A twenty-year-old child with a snakelike voice and a sultry, false, laugh.
"I thought I'd call and tell you that I'm sleeping with your husband," she said with a spoiled whine.
Beth was speechless, she couldn't believe her ears. The young girl told her too much told her about Martin's birthmark between his legs, about the mole under his arm, and, worst of all about how happy she made him.
"Why? Why are you doing this!" Beth stammered.
"Just to let you know," Sherry smugly answered. "They say an affair many times can save a marriage, Mrs. Hale. I just want you to know that I'm saving your marriage for you."
In a fury Beth slammed the phone down. The girl was crazy, some kind of twisted bitch doing her best to destroy their marriage so she could have Martin to herself. Beth was appalled by the thought that Martin would have anything at all to do with such a brazen lunatic In the first place. A girl with such guts! A double-faced, back-stabbing whore so perverted she calls the man's wife and tells all!
Beth held her silence and during the days after the phone call did some checking. She even went as far as following Martin to work and seeing him stop at an apartment building several blocks from the office. He disappeared inside for almost an hour, then came out with this girl who looked younger than their own daughter! She was a short thing with bleached hair and breasts like grapefruits. The giggling little slut wore a skirt so short she'd have trouble if she sneezed, and she hung on Martin like he was some kind of Greek God.
So Beth knew. She knew every time he called and said he had to work late, she knew every time he got up early to get to the office and take care of things, she knew when he said he was going out to play golf on Sunday; she knew. She also knew why he so dutifully and consistently made love to her, even more than before. It was to keep her from suspecting he was sharing himself. But Beth kept silent about the phone call, it was a too obvious attempt by Sherry to cause trouble… the last thing Beth was going to do was play into Sherry's hand.
She decided something had to be done, but didn't know what. If she waited the whole thing might blow over, but it wouldn't put an end to it. Martin would get involved with some other big-titted bitch because he'd gotten away with it before. No, Beth wanted to find a way to halt it all forever. She knew she had two choices, either let him know she was aware of his cheating and demand he stop it or get a divorce. For six months Beth juggled the options in her mind while the silent anger grew in her guts.
"Okay, honey, I'll be back Wednesday night or Thursday morning at the latest," Martin said after they dressed.
"I wish we had a phone here," Beth said.
"Don't worry," Martin soothed. "It's only a couple of days. If there are any problems take the car down to the general store and use the pay phone."
"Sure." He was talking about Tim's old heap, the one with the wide tires and loud muffler. It was adequate transportation except for two things-it had to be pushed to start and Tim was the only human on earth capable of driving it.
"You know I wouldn't leave like this if it wasn't absolutely necessary," Martin said while kissing her cheek.
Beth smiled. "Yes, I know."
"And I'll make it as fast as I can."
"I know."
"Say goodbye to the kids for me, tell them to mind their mother and keep out of mischief."
"Mischief?" Beth asked. "Up here in the middle of nowhere? If there's mischief around tell me to stay out of it."
Martin laughed and patted her round, proud backside. "See you Thursday."
Beth stood at the window and watched him steer the family sedan down the rutted dirt road toward civilization, the city, the little slut named Sherry. She knew he had no business to take care of other than his little twist, the giggling little pervert, the big-titted bitch who made him feel so manly. Not only was Beth sharing her husband with the harlot when he went to work, the little whore had managed to take him away during vacation.
Beth swallowed. She knew she'd have to make her decision. Let Sherry have him for better or worse or give Martin a second chance. She looked out at the lake and saw Jane on her yellow air mattress, floating, sleeping, drifting, comfortable under the sun. Timothy was nowhere in sight but his modified car was, Tears finally came to Beth's worried face… both their children would be leaving the nest very soon. Did she want to face a life of loneliness without the comfort of her children or a husband? Did she want to stand all alone or did she want to take a stand against Sherry?
Chapter 2
"Pssssst, Geraldo," Abe whispered to the young, black-haired man resting patiently in the shade of a tree at the top of the mountain.
Jerry opened his eyes and stared at the hulking form of Abe as he crouched behind a rock and peered down at the lake and the small cabin. Abe was older and had short-cut hair on his thicknecked head, his massive arms and stoutly muscled legs filled the light blue shirt and pants to the point of stretching. Jerry was wearing the same uniform and he stretched before moving over to see what Abe was so excited about. "What is it, Abraham!" he asked.
Abe grinned, his full mouth of white teeth gleamed in the sun, beads of perspiration were scattered over his wide-jawed face with the broken nose. "I just saw a car leave the place. A man walked out with a suitcase and drove off. I think he'll be gone for quite a while."
Jerry smirked. "You think too much. You're the one who had this great idea of getting away from the main road to find a place to sleep. Now we're lost in this damned forest, we'd have been better off back at the pen."
"Bullshit!" Abe snorted. "Anything's better than that damned place."
"Yeah? We'd have gotten breakfast and a decent night's sleep instead of starving up here and sleeping on rocks and bugs," Jerry countered.