Chapter 7

Entering their home, Eddie went to Steven’s room and gave him a quick rundown on what had transpired at the Brady home. Thanking him for his ingenuity, he confessed to forgetting to retrieve the spy cams, but said he’d try to get them the next day, while Veronica was at work and Steven and Marley were at school. He then went to his bedroom, where Carol had just entered ahead of him. She told him she’d instructed Breeanne to fix something for dinner, since she and her father still had things to ‘discuss’. Carol told her daughter they’d dish theirs up, after they finished ‘talking’. Walking up behind Carol, Eddie carefully wrapped his arms around her from the rear, not knowing what to expect. Surprisingly, she turned and shared an embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. He stroked her back for a moment until she raised her face and looked at him.

“Please, Eddie, take it slow and easy, and I’ll try not to struggle too much. The things that I’ve done freak me out, but I hope to be able to do some of them with you, despite never allowing them before. I beg your patience, honey.” she sighed.

Lifting her face for a kiss, Eddie lowered his mouth to hers and started out gently, just kissing her slightly open lips. He took his time and within five minutes, she let him put his tongue into her mouth. She was unskilled, but he slowly taught her the rudiments of deep kissing. He had been caressing her back and experimented with putting his hands on her buttocks. Tightening up at first, she made a concerted effort to relax and let her lawful husband have the freedom he deserved, in fondling her body. They paused long enough to disrobe, pulling back the covers and sliding beneath them. Coming together, Carol found it exhilarating and scary at the same moment. This was her husband, and she needed to allow him to make love to her how he liked it, but she hoped he wouldn’t be too aggressive and push her beyond her comfort zone, which had been reluctantly enlarged since her association with Veronica Brady had begun.

Feeling her husband’s hands on her body was both familiar and foreign, but she was determined to hold her panic in check, constantly reminding herself that this was her husband of many years exploring her body, some areas for the first time. His hands caressing her breasts were arousing, but only because it had become a familiar part of her rise to orgasm in the recent past. She was surprised he was just as gentle as any woman she allowed to do so, including her fading memories of her mother’s own stroking hands. His mouth on her nipples were so pleasurable, she chastised herself for never letting him do it in the past. All these sensations she’d felt before, recently, but at the hands and mouths of only women. When Eddie moved downward, and first began stroking and caressing her vulva, she nearly jerked free of his touches, but she exerted extreme control over herself to show him she trusted him.

Finally, when it came time for a mouth to contact her pussy, she nearly fainted from the exquisite sensations which had been instigated numerous times by Veronica Brady, and less so by other women, and even her own son. She even wondered about the half dozen encounters she’d had with the unknowns. Were they all male, all female, or a mixture of both. Presently, she felt she was being administered to by someone highly skilled at cunnilingus, and marveled that it should be no one else but her husband, who had been denied this act since their first night. Again, she bitterly regretted that she’d stubbornly and steadfastly denied Eddie the opportunity to administer pleasure to his wife, thinking of the number of women who had no access to an experienced lover. A vagrant thought crossed her mind, and then was gone: how did he become so skilled?

She wondered if his suckling and caressing of her breasts and nipples could cause a climax, but never answered because he moved further down her body. That question arose again, as he moved his mouth and fingers around her pelvic area. She’d experienced several orgasms from Veronica, but no one else, though the other mouths had been arousing. She now felt the building pressure within herself as her husband applied suction to her vulva and inserted a finger into her vagina. She suddenly got an almost electrical shock, as he brushed something up inside her with his probing finger, and at the same time, began nursing on her seldom used clitoris. She took a deep breath and held it, wondering where this extreme sensation would take her. She sensed, in her mind, climbing up a steeply sloping hill, digging in her feet to gain the traction needed to continue her ascent. Sensing she was at the top, she tried to pause to enjoy the view, but something pulled her feet out from under her, and she quickly tumbled down to the other side. In reality, her pussy clenched and spasmed as she heard herself emit a deep groan of satisfaction as she almost yelled out loud. Her hips bucked up and she felt Eddie holding her in place as he continued to suckle her now tender clit. An entirely new sensation, much more intense than even Veronica had induced washed over her being. As the spasms subsided, she felt herself slump in exhaustion.

Breathing deeply and quickly, she managed to gasp:

“Oh, fuck, Eddie, that was so good. I cry at the thought I could have had that thousands of times before this, but I was too fucking stupid to realize it. Thank you, dear!”

“Carol, it really has been my pleasure, and I guess I hated you for not letting me share this ability with you. I hope we get to repeat this many, many times. So, ‘I’ thank you!” Eddie stated.

“What next, honey?” she inquired.

“The main event. The thing I look forward to every time I’m allowed to be intimate with you.” he advised.

“You mean the same old in and out? I thought you were wild to show me more?” she clucked.

“Patience, Carol. It’s the same old in and out, with a few variations.” he promised.

“Not anal! I won’t do anal!” she barked.

“Relax. I’m not a fan of anal, either, though I’ve tried it. Just let me show you some of the variations, not aberrations, of intercourse. Trust me.” he implored.

“I do trust you. You’ve never hurt me in all these years, and in looking back, there were a few times ‘I’ would have killed me, but you didn’t. Go ahead.” she challenged.

Rising up between her thighs, he brought his penis into sight. Carol had been looking downward and as she saw his cock, she stopped him.

“In all the years we’ve been together, I never really looked at your, uh, um dick. May I examine it now, before you skewer me with it?” she requested.

Flopping to the side beside her, he put his hands behind his head, interlacing his fingers. His rigid penis flopping around with his movements. It was at a slight angle, leaning toward his lower abdomen. Carol shifted too, allowing her to look at his male appendage at close range.

In the age-old actions of a novice, Carol put her finger against Eddies prick and pushed it downward, then watched it bounce back up. She ran her index finger up and down the length, from glans to scrotum. She gently fingered his testes within said scrotum, knowing not to be too rough. Then, placing her hand around the shaft, she gave it a couple tentative strokes. It was dry due to not being inside a pussy yet. Looking at Eddies cock closely, she leaned down and kissed the crown, then smooshing her lips, she slid the head inside her mouth, giving it a couple of small sucks. Withdrawing, she looked at it closely again, then opened her mouth and slid his cock in about halfway, but for her, it was nearly at the back of her throat. Applying a small amount of suction, she moved her mouth up and down his shaft a half-dozen times. Eddie moaned.

“Am I hurting you?” she said as she pulled her mouth away.

“No, it felt really good!” he groaned.

“I can’t believe Veronica made me suck on a couple of these. It was so repugnant to me. But when I do it to yours, it’s like we’re sharing something very intimate.” she mused.

“We are honey.” he agreed.

“We’ll do this more another time. I just wanted to look at yours, before you slide it in me and show me how good it can be, with me letting you do what you want.” she observed.

Carol reclined once more, to allow Eddie to mount her. She didn’t know what to expect, but wanted her husband to dazzle her, and help erase the bad memories of the other men, with the exception of her son. That was a memory she wanted to keep. Once more climbing between her thighs, he fisted his cock and brought it to the opening of her sexual center, while she craned her neck to watch. As he let his glans enter her, he let just the head rest within the opening for a second or two, then slowly slid in, to his full length. When his pubic bone met hers, he gave a bump and a slight twist. She sighed at the sensation. Then, Eddie Nolan, popular love maker (and baby maker) began his ritual of varied strokes and speeds. Within minutes Eddie could tell by her breathing she was nearing an orgasm. She gasped out an ‘oh fuck’, and he knew she was liking it. When she tumbled over, he rode her to the end and kept pouring it to her. She could hardly catch her breath, but he was monitoring things, trying to give her the utmost pleasure, without harming her. As her second penile/vaginal induced orgasm crashed down on her, she kept count by saying: ‘oh fuck, oh fuck’. Eddie was having the time of his life, riding his heretofore ‘frigid bitch’ of a wife to the highest point possible on her present ‘pleasure scale’. He hoped she would keep raising the bar and challenging him to reach greater levels of ecstasy, since she was his wife, she deserved it. Realistically, each of his trysts since his marriage had been mere surrogates, though he had to admit he carried a great affection for a few.

As Eddie was driving Carol toward her third orgasm (her fourth of the evening), he sensed she would be wrung out after this one, so he planned to cool her down when this one was complete. As she fell over the precipice, he slowed down his stroke and let her coast to a normal breathing level. He had been so intent on giving her a reason to regret the last nineteen years of near celibacy, at home, he’d failed to have his own climax. He told himself, there would be someone in the family to help him achieve it. Carol sounded exhausted, so he withdrew and rolled off her. She immediately looked at him and taking his hand, she said: