Chapter 6

Bad Mommy Revealed

After falling silent at last, I settled astride Tom’s frozen pelvis, gazing down into his shadowed eyes. Although crossed behind his head on a pillow, his tensing arms trembled. He’d punch me at any second. And after confessing everything since my “rape” that first day, I deserved it. A good solid blow to the body. Deep within me, even his cock’s throbbing slowed. As my heartbeat staggered, time wobbled in reverse.

“Does Carl know?”

At his soft words, I jerked. Given all that I’d said, that was what he’d focused on? Maybe he was still processing?

“Stacy’s Carl?” I slid my shaky fingers along his chest.

“Yes.”

“No.” While shaking my head, I watched his arms, waiting for them to launch a barrage of fists at me. “Of course not.”

“And this girl—Erin?” He let out a lengthy exhale that sent tattered wisps of my hair waving in the dimness of our bedroom. But his rod also twitched inside me. “She’s, uh, like Stacy now?”

“Um-hmm, kinda.”

With his brows knitted, Tom fell quiet. But when he flew into action, I never had a chance. One second, all was, if not serene, at least tense. The next I was clutched in his arms and flying upwards.

After ripping me from his staff, he flung me face down on the mattress. Before I could react, he’d pinned me with his weight. A moan tore from me when he shoved his slick rod between my asscheeks, reclaiming his pussy. Once he’d swept my arms to my side, he trapped my legs with his, making my insides tight against his embedded flesh.

With the rough stubble of his chin rubbing, his lips drove into my ear.

“I may be a lot of things, but I’m not stupid, Mary.”

“I never—”

“Shut up and listen!” Smelling of the whiskey I’d hoped would mellow him, his heated breath blasted along my cheek. “If you want to save this marriage, you’ll keep the fuck silent.”

With my limbs trapped, I could do nothing but struggle to breathe. But as my husband exhaled, his hips raised and lowered, sawing his shaft back and forth within me. At that, I relaxed a bit.

“First, for fuck’s sake. We’ve known each other forever. You didn’t think I’d notice things had changed? Fuck, I thought you were having an affair.” At his hitching sob, I froze. An affair? I mean, with the boys, it was kinda... “And you were going to leave me, Mary.”

“I’d never—” shot from me before I slapped my lips closed.

“I know that now, but I was so worried...” his voice trailed off into a longer sniffle. “I don’t want to lose you, Mary. These boys, or I guess young men, Stacy and this new girl, Erin, they mean a lot to you, don’t they?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“You wouldn’t leave me for any of them?”

“No, baby! No, of course not. They’re just ... I don’t know. Something inside me awakened.”

“Yeah, I noticed. And I loved it.” A warm tear pierced my hair to dribble along my shoulder. “Until I began to worry. Then I hated it. And now...”

“What? What should I do, Tom?” With my fear diminishing, his cock pushing further into me was heating my core. “Mmm, I ... Um, I can’t lose you either. You’re my rock, sweetheart.”

“Do they treat you well?” His staff thrust deep, pulling a moan from me. “They don’t hurt you or anything?”

“Mmm, fuck. Yes, baby. Real well.” I chuckled. “And no, they’d better not.”

“Or bad mommy will abandon them?” Just as a tiny laugh escaped him, I nodded. “So what should we do, Mary?”

“C-can I keep them, Tom?”

Although he was quiet, he restarted that magical slow pumping. Each languid stroke drove the flames within me ever higher. As his lips roamed my cheek, a soft whimper slipped from me.

“If I asked you to stop, would you?”

“Mm-hmm. Yes, dear. Oh, mmm. I would.” I nodded. “And I’ve told them all just that.”

“And this Erin girl. You think she’d, uh, be—”

“Oh. Oh, fuck, that’s deep. Mmm. Y-you’d love the little thing. She’s so playful and looking forward to...” I fell silent as his stroking—and breathing—increased. “Oh, yes. Um-hmm. Oh, you want to fuck her, Tom? Teach me a lesson?”

“Yes. Yes, God forgive me, but I do, Mary,” he whispered before his lips mashed into my earlobe. “And Stacy too. If you can have—others—it’s only fair. I’m sor—”

“Don’t be, baby. Oh, fuck. Mmm, I deserve it. I’m ... Oh. Oh. So sorry for worrying you like that.”

“Yeah, keep the boys, Mary.” He gulped and his shaft again shoved deep, pinning me to the mattress. “And Davey? That’s, uh, on you. And him. Don’t give him any complexes.” He chuckled. “Well, other than the Oedipal one, I guess.”

Then, with me trapped beneath him, my loving husband fucked me to the very edge of sanity, leaving me a panting, moaning ruin.

Just as I deserved. Because I hadn’t mentioned Bobby at all. There was no way I could. I was way too embarrassed by the power that beast of a boy held over me. And I’d yet to beg for him again.

But I would.

Less than a week later—Tom had been insistent about our agreement—Erin and I click-clacked across a marble lobby. Up in the mountains and distant enough we wouldn’t run into anybody we knew; the resort hotel was upscale.

Like ultra upscale.

When my husband had selected it, I’d remained silent, but I recognized he wanted to impress Erin. And though he’d never say it, he was also getting me back for keeping him in the dark for so long. As he built his plan, I couldn’t blame him.

“Oh, God, Mrs. Fisher.” Erin’s heels dragged to a halt as she spun to face me. Her lower jaw trembled. “What if he doesn’t like me?”

After halting beside her, I scanned her lithe, youthful figure. It was barely concealed in the two tiny red halters and a strip of flirty material wrapped around her waist. Some dress. Wow! We’d picked it together at a shop she hadn’t even known existed. That’d been fun.

We’d also selected the black lace band tight to her neck. Inside, she’d asked for it to be inscribed with “Mary’s Pet.” The same as on a shiny black leather collar we’d also bought. Sturdy with solid rings at front and rear. We hadn’t had the time to use that yet.

“Trust me, sweetie.” While smiling, I swept a dangling crimson curl from her face. Between the tresses also artfully placed atop her head and the sultry makeup, she could’ve been my sexy-as-fuck younger sister. “Oh, he’s gonna love you. You look beautiful.”

“You’re so gorgeous, too, Mrs. Fisher.” After sweeping my frame wrapped in a low-cut black minidress, a grin appeared on her face. “You’re, um, going to be there. I mean, if we—”

“Um-hmm, of course.” When I slid my fingers down her arm, her eyes flared. “But remember what I said. If you want to stop, just tell me. Promise?”

“Yes, Mrs. Fisher.” As she nodded, she met my digits with her own. At the firm squeeze of my hand, I broadened my smile.

“And no matter what happens or doesn’t happen, we’re still good, okay, sweetie?” As I ran a fingernail along her choker, I leaned closer to whisper. “You look so hot right now; I’m soaking my panties.”

“You’ll keep me?” Her fingers squeezed my other hand.

“Mm-hmm.” As I took my finger from her throat, she swayed forward. “Of course, my sexy little pet.”

“Me too.” While giggling, she scanned the empty lobby—it was mid-week. Tom was a brilliant planner. With teeth deep in the glossy red lipstick of her lower lip, her green eyes shimmered. “I’m also really wet. Just being with you again, Mrs. Fisher.”

“Come on.” After sliding my arm around her waist, I guided her towards the restaurant entrance. “Trust me. He’ll love you.”

With a sigh, she snuggled tighter, and her hand roamed my rear as we walked. The poor thing hungered. As did I.

When Tom stood as we entered the resort’s lobby restaurant, Erin gulped. While he smiled at both of us, he was not subtle about lingering on her sleek silhouette. With her high-beams on, they were practically lifting the taut straps from her cones.

“Oh, he’s tall,” she whispered as we approached him. “And, um, awfully handsome.”

She wasn’t wrong. In a black suit and tie, his lean physique was at its best. He took care of himself and it showed.

Despite all the planning, when they exchanged grins for the first time, a weird twinge of jealousy pierced me. Whenever I’d been with her, Stacy, or the boys, it was only us. The difference was seeing my husband with her. Fair? No. No, it wasn’t.

Once we’d been led by a svelte hostess to a secluded booth, I hesitated, unsure of where to sit. Tom made the decision. After he’d grasped her wrist, Erin glanced at me before being guided inside next to him. As I slid into the booth across from them, I remained silent, but my heart was pounding.

At first there was an awkward silence, but Tom, being Tom, soon got her talking about school. While drinks appeared and orders went out, she told us how well she was doing. My husband was impressed. And before I knew it, he’d offered her a summer job.

When he winked at me as she took a long sip of red wine, I gulped. But what was good for the goose...

After dinner arrived, we ate as he explained the company and described the various sales positions. Between flashing me smiles, Erin gazed at him like the adoring young lady she’d become. And each time her glass emptied, Tom would refill it while they continued talking.

You know, a normal evening dinner conversation.

Until it wasn’t.

Right as her fork raised once more, it froze in mid-air. Her eyes locked on mine. Only then did I notice that my husband, still describing their distribution network, had shifted his arm closer to her.

Erin’s beautiful green pools widened. The fork shivered in her hand. No longer emitting words, her lips trembled as my husband’s arm moved. When he whispered into her ear, she gulped. Her head eased from side to side.

“ ... now!”

At Tom’s forceful, louder whisper, I gulped. With a resounding tink, the fork dropped onto her plate. After both her hands disappeared below the table, she shimmied on the seat.

Again, he whispered. Despite her face reddening, there was no hesitation, and her fist slid across the tablecloth towards my hand. When her fingers opened, dropping crumpled, sodden, pretty lace into my palm, my heartbeat became a thundering roar.