Chapter 4

By the time I got home from the thrill of the magnificent sex with Jim Correy, my thoughts segued to what should become of my seven-year marriage with Darrell. Twice guilty of Infidelity with Jim I needed to confront my husband with what was going on. The first time it happened I was sleeping over at my friend Trish’s house when her widowed father slipped naked into the guest bed where I was trying to sleep and snuggled up to me in the middle of the night. I was frustrated with my husband and had had too much wine. So, giving my body up to Jim came about quite easily. To my delight, I found that the old man was fabulous in bed. He showed me things about my body that in seven years of marriage, I had never learned. To my credit, when I got home the next morning, I used my fall from grace to improve the inadequate sex that I thought I had been enjoying with Darrell since the beginning of our marriage. In Trish’s guest bedroom, it had taken Jim Correy less than three hours to show me that sex was far more than just a diversion in a healthy marriage. His style of making love would be a gift to any female like me who didn’t fully understand what its beauty and power could be. When Jim asserted his aging, naked body into my bed at Trish’s house, he opened my eyes to the joy of sophisticated sex that introduced a craving I could have never conceived.

For seven years I had accepted that sex was well down the list of the most important things in our marriage and realized my dissatisfaction with Darrell’s insipid attempts at making love. That next morning, I demanded that my husband do a better job pleasing me and allowing me to please him which was a vital breakthrough that thrilled me for a short honeymoon until Darrell grew tired of it and left me with an insatiable hunger for something that only Jim had proven to satisfy. Since the night of that romp a day never went by where I didn’t think of the magical places Jim Correy had taken me. After a month, I found that Trish had set up my liaison with her father and asked her for her phone number.

When I asked what motivated Trish to engineer my seduction, she told me that she easily recognized a void in my life that she knew her father could fill. And my marriage to Darrell could go on as usual if I decided to continue making a go of it. She said, that since Darrell couldn’t “get his act together,” to satisfy me sexually she knew her father would help anytime that I might ask him. “Obviously,” she said, “it was clear that Daddy had shown you some pretty impressive things in my guest bed.”

When I asked Trish how she knew about her father’s “impressive things” she gave me the same answer that Jim had given me at the Ayres Hotel: “The Correy family has always walked to the beat of a different drummer.” When I asked her to explain she said, “When you are ready, Bren, I’ll tell you. Maybe, if I let you think about it for a while you’ll probably figure it out yourself.”

Darrell didn’t get home until after ten pm. I had been with Jim at the Ayres Hotel for over three hours that day during which he had fondled, eaten, and fucked me to the point of numbness. Yet when Darrell walked through the door, I felt a tremendous need to suck his cock and ride him.

Though I knew he was tired it surprised me at how malleable he was. When I scrambled to get his cock out of his pants it was already rock-hard. And when I took him into my mouth, it only took five bobs for him to explode against the back of my throat. When he sank to the floor with me, I was in a snit, irritably kissing him and forcing his cum from my mouth to his.

In panting breaths, he said, “Something happened today, Brenda.”

I thought he meant that something had happened to him at the office. But still annoyed that he had come so quickly I regrouped and said, “You mean at work?”

“No, Brenda. I mean something happened to YOU today. It’s like ... like when you woke me up in the morning after coming home after sleeping over at Trish’s. What’s going on?”

Still pissed, I was shocked at his question. “God damn it, Darrell, I NEED sex and you won’t HELP me!”

He sighed, paused, and then said, “I can’t give you sex all the time, Bren. I just can’t. My work fills my mind so completely! But then something different happened to you ... different like when you woke me up after coming home from Trish’s and Gary’s ... the way you pressed me for sex so much. I’m not saying it didn’t get me going, Bren. For a couple of weeks, I really liked it ... but then...”

I interrupted, “But then? Work interjected itself.

“Yes, Bren. I’m SORRY.” Pathetically he said, “Does this mean I am going to LOSE you?”

Hearing him say it stunned me. But it was part of my dilemma. On the way back from the Ayres Hotel the word “divorce” came into my mind for the first time in our marriage and I thought, but if I can be with Jim from time to time, I won’t have to worry about it.

Other than our sex life I loved being married to Darrell. In so many other ways he completed me. If you asked me why, I would probably not have been able to explain it. I wondered, “How many other marriages are like this? I love you, Darrell, but as you know, I have developed a powerful need for sex that I hadn’t realized before. It’s become like a narcotic. You took care of it for a while but you don’t care about how it helps. Or you just don’t think you can do it. But one way or the other, if you can’t come up with an answer to satisfy that need, and if you can’t I am afraid you ARE going to lose me.” There. I’ve said it.

“An answer?” Darrell said, “Like what are you suggesting? I know I don’t want to lose you, Brenda.”

“This is very hard for me to say, Darrell.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Love,” he said, “I probably don’t even want to hear what you have to say, but there it is, so you might as well lay it out, Bren.”

“Well, okay...” pausing to organize my words.

“Come ON, Brenda, let’s get it out into the open. TELL me.”

“Um ... The night you called from work and told me you had to work most of the night reviewing a court case—the night we were supposed to go to Trish and Gary’s? Well ... Jim Correy was there—you knew that and said you really wanted to see him but couldn’t go. Well ... I called Trish and told her I wasn’t coming.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I was embarrassed that you weren’t coming. But Trish insisted. As it turned out I went and we killed four bottles of wine, which I told you about.”

“I remember. Then you attacked me and we had sex for a couple of hours. I wondered why you were so turned on when you came home.”

“Trish insisted that I sleep over because I was buzzed. Anyway, I thought I would conk out right away but I couldn’t sleep. It must have been about one o’clock when I heard my door open.”

“Somebody was coming into your room?”

“I didn’t know who it was, it was completely dark. Um ... I felt someone sit on the side of the bed and...”

“Geeze.”

“I was still foggy from all the wine. But he stood up and folded back the covers, then slid under the covers and snuggled up to me. It was a man, Darrell ... It was...”

“Geez, honey, how did you know it was a man?”

“I didn’t have any bedclothes, so Trish gave me one of her T-shirts. I put it on like pajamas and wasn’t wearing panties. He snuggled up to me. He had an erection.”

“How did you know that?”

“FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, Darrell, you would think I was a God damned toddler. When he spooned into me, he slid his PENIS between my legs.”

“JESUS. Was it GARY?

“It was JIM. He said, ‘You’re gonna love this, Brenda.’ There was no mistaking his voice.”

“JESUS,” Darrel said.

I was expecting something angry from Darrell but he seemed more astonished than angry.

“And he was definitely hard?”

“Yes.”

“He’s an old MAN.”

“Some old man, Darrell. He was hard as a ROCK.”

“JESUS, Brenda, are you putting me on?”

“No, Darrell. And I was stunned. When he told me who he was I tried to convince him to get out of the bed.”

“Jim’s seventy-two, Bren. I keep hearing that men that age don’t get hard anymore.”

“Well, from my mouth to God’s ears, Darrell, Jim Correy was HARD.”

“And you’re telling me that you just let him lay behind you with his prick between your legs?” It was Darrell’s first hint of anger.

“You’re BULLSHITTING me, Brenda. Why are you SAYING this?”

“Why do you think I was so horny when you came home?”

“I don’t know. You get that way sometimes.”

“Well guess what, ASSHOLE, I am that way ALL the time now. Ever since...”

Ever SINCE? You let Jim Correy FUCK you? Jesus CHRIST, Brenda, you are bullshitting me, AREN’T you? Why didn’t you get out of the BED?”