Chapter 5

The chauffeur pulled into the driveway of the restaurant and stopped at the valet station. The cute young man that parked my car earlier opened the door for me. I stumbled as I exited the auto and he caught me in his strong arms. "Are you alright, madam?"

"Yes, I'm alright. I guess I am just a little tired." I steadied myself and released the young mans arm. He immediately backed away from me. His reaction told me that I must smell like a cross between a kennel and a French whorehouse. I groaned inwardly but managed a small smile and asked, "Can you please retrieve my car? I need to get home and clean up."

"Of course madam." He spun on his heels, found my keys and dashed thru the parking lot to retrieve my car. As he pulled my car up, I rummaged through my purse to find a tip for him. I held out a $5.00 bill but he refused saying, "Mr. Santini prefers that we do not accept tips from his friends. Thank you for the offer anyway."

I did not say goodbye to either Ken or Dominic. I just drove off as quickly as I could. I arrived home to find Ray already home from work and was now putting fertilizer on the front lawn. Thank god, he smelled like shit. He would never be able to smell the sex that clung to my body. "Hi, baby. Where have you been?" I smiled and said, "I went to lunch with the girls from the Club and did a little shopping honey."

"I see you found something. What do you have draped over you arm?" I stared at the dress draped over my arm as if where a rattlesnake. I never wanted to see it again. I really did not remember bringing the damn thing home from the boutique. "It's just a sexy little party dress I found on sale. Nothing special dearest."

"Jill, can we go out to dinner tomorrow night? You know, like a date." My heart melted. Here was the best man in the world and I was on the verge of fucking this marriage up. I had to find a way to get out of the crazy trap that ensnares me. "That sounds wonderful, Ray. I'll call Mom to see if she can keep the kids another day or so." I headed for the house. All I wanted, needed or desired was a long hot bath.

I eased my sex worn body into the bubbles of the drawn bath and I broke down. I sobbed uncontrollable until I heard Ray come in from the yard. He yelled upstairs, "Hey, you going to make some dinner?" I wiped my face with the hot soapy washcloth, composed myself and shouted back down to him, "I really don't feel like cooking tonight Ray. How about we have some Chinese delivered?"

"Ok, lazy. Hurry up so that I can shower. Then we'll check the menu over." I slid under the water to douse every remnant of this afternoon from me. I soaped myself several times; still I could not feel clean. I douched my ravaged pussy twice. These proved to be an experience in pain. My pussy was very swollen and my asshole felt like a finger was sticking out of it. I checked for hemorrhoids and was surprised that I was ok, only sore.

After Ray showered, we ordered dinner and ate quietly. The evening that followed consisted of me cuddling against Ray's big barrel chest to watch TV, then quickly dozing off. Ray shook me awake when the 11 o'clock news came on. "Come on sleepyhead. It's time to go to bed." I leaned on him all the way up the stairs to the bedroom. Then I slipped between the covers and was fast asleep again before Ray changed into his pajamas.

The alarm startled me awake. The nightmare was still vivid in my mind. The images of Ken's disembodied grinning head floating above me persisted. Then giant dogs were chasing me through the streets. Trapping me in an alley and pouncing on me. I can still feel their hot breath on my skin as they ripped clothes from my body. The horror I felt as they tore the flesh from my bones. I remembered screaming on and on in the dream. Finally, I was forced to submit to the bestial desires of the animals. Grotesquely oversized canine cocks pummeled every orifice of my body. Ray and the children watched and cheered them on as if they were watching a soccer game at school. I was drenched in sweat and was utterly exhausted though I had slept all night. I sat at the edge of the bed and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I managed to command my battered and bruised body to stand up, dress and go downstairs to make coffee. Ray arrived a few minutes after me and stood starring at me from the doorway. When I caught him looking my heart stopped beating. The voice of guilt was screaming hysterically in my head. 'He knows. Look at his face. He knows you are a goddamn dog-fucking whore.' I began to shake uncontrollably. Ray rushed to hold me in his strong arms and ease me into a chair. "What the hell is wrong, lover? I have never seen you like this before. I am going to call the doctor?"

"No, I don't need a doctor. I have a touch of the flu," I lied, "that's all. I'll just get some more rest today while you are at work. Do you need me to get anything ready for your trip tomorrow?" The fucking lies were rolling off my tongue with such ease now. What a worthless fucking cunt I had become. "No, I think I have everything packed and ready to go. I miss you and the kids already. Look, I have talked with Jim about the hours I am spending away from home. Jill, he listened. He said that the company is ready to go public and a portion of the capital raised by the IPO is earmarked to build my staff. My traveling days are numbered. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel, babe."

"Oh sweetheart, that is music to my ears. That is the best news I have heard since you took this job. The kids and I are looking forward to having you around just like all the other normal husbands." I wrapped myself in his arms; placed my lips to his and kiss my husband with all the love my heart possessed.

It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon when the telephone broke my concentration. I had just finished fixing myself up for my 'date' with my husband. I struggled with answering it because I had a feeling the 'Anti-Christ', Ken, would be at the other end. Curiosity won out, damn it, I was right. Ken was at the other end. He started right in, "How's my little sex slave? Is my cunt snapping back into form? Is your butthole getting better?"

"Oh, it's you Ken. Yes, my body is starting to feel better. As long as you don't ask me to fuck the College football team I should be ok to serve as hostess for the party." Ken started laughing over the telephone, "Hostess, that is a good one. No my dear, you are there as the headliner for the entertainment that I have planned. Hostess, that is a rich one. You will be there, right?"

"Yes, I'll be there! I serve at the pleasure of my master. My sex is for you to command."

"I like the sound of that. You keep that attitude and we'll be ok. Now, is everything ready for tomorrow night love?"

"Ken, I told you I would be there so stop worrying. I'll be there." With that, I slammed the telephone receiver down on to the cradle. I knew that I would pay for my defiance but right now, fuck Ken. My husband was on his way home to take me out on a date. I applied the finishing touches to my hair and makeup. One last glance in the mirror, "Girl, you look good for your man." The front door opened and in walked Ray looking good enough to eat. "Are you ready Jill?"

"Sure am. Just where are we going to dine tonight, my love?"

"It's a secret but I think you'll like it. Italian ok?" Fear choked my answer. Was I just being paranoid? Ray wouldn't pick Dominic's for dinner would he. I grabbed my wrap and purse and met him at the door. "Ok, I am all dress up and looking for a good time, big boy. Do you think you can handle this hot babe as your date tonight?" Ray just stared at the black Lycra dress that molded itself to my every curve accented perfectly by my very high heels. "Wow, babe! That is an extreme dress."

"You don't think it's too daring do you?" Instantly, my slutty mood cooled. I wanted to shock Ray a little. Now I was worried that I may have went too far. "Well, I am glad that I have been going to the gym during my lunch hour. It looks like I may have to fight off a pack of wolves tonight. One look at you in that dress will set them off." I punched Ray in the arm playfully, "Oh you. Seriously, do you think this is too daring for a woman of my age?" Compliments are like trout fishing. You need the right lure to catch them. Once you catch them, you eat them up. I knew this outfit was good for at least one compliment. "Lady, you look like a million bucks. You sure you don't want stay here and make love all night?"

"Food, fun and wine. Then maybe, just maybe, you'll get lucky," I teased.

As soon as Ray headed out of the driveway, I know where we were going. Sometimes my luck sucks. A short drive and we pulled into Dominic's valet parking area. Guess who was on duty? Junior! He opened my door with a smile and a warm greeting, "Good evening madam. I would like to welcome you and your gentleman friend to Dominic's. Please enjoy yourselves tonight." I did not saw a word but I did return his greeting with a warm smile and a knowing wink. Ray took my arm and ushered me into the restaurant. The Maitre'd recognized me immediately but was the picture of discretion. "Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Mumford. Welcome to Dominic's. Please follow me to your table." He turned and escorted us through the restaurant to our table. It did not go unnoticed that he seated us at Ken's 'favorite' table. I felt a little flushed, so I was more than a little thankful that the lights were dim. "Is this a special occasion," the Maitre'd inquired? "No, just an evening out to show my beautiful wife how much I love her." Ken is a true gentleman, body and soul. I wish that I could extricate myself from the web ensnaring me.

Ken was truly impressed. "Wow, this place has great service. How did he know who we were?" How could I tell him that the Maitre'd recognized his slut wife? "Do you think he is clairvoyant," I teased. "Silly, we had reservation and they do have limited seating."

"You're sassing me! You little vixen. You're sassing me aren't you?"

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm just funnin' with you. It's just so easy sometimes, Ray. You're not upset are you?"

"No, not at all. You seem a little nervous tonight honey. Is everything ok?" I was fucking nervous. I felt exposed and paranoid in this place. I swear that every eye was on me. I felt that everyone in the restaurant knew who I was and what I had become. "I think it is this dress, sweetheart." Yet, another lie rolled across my lips. "I feel a little overexposed."

"You look great babe! I don't know if you noticed but every eye was on you as we walked to the table. The men drooled and the women were jealous. I for was very proud to be seen with such a beautiful and sexy woman. Especially since you're my wife"

"Oh, Ray, you're making me blush. I love you so much. I hope I never embarrass you or hurt you in any way." I do not understand why I blurted that out but there it was. Ray's face told me he was contemplating what I had said. The paranoia returned. Then he smiled and said the most wonderful thing, "When you love someone you can forgive them anything." I wondered if that was true. I hoped I would never test his love. A voice deep in my head began to laugh saying, 'You fucking fool. With your luck, of course he will find out. His love will be tested to the breaking point. You had better hope it is a strong as he professes.'

Our wonderful dinner consisted of a small dinner salad with a dressing made with olive oil and vinegar. A sorbet intermezzo followed the salad. The entree of Veal Marsala melted in your mouth. A side of buttered pasta, displaying a hint of lemon and garlic, accompanied the veal. Additionally, we ordered a vegetable medley that was prepared and served al 'dente. Ray selected a bottle of Zinfandel wine from the Central Coast region of California. We added a second during the meal. Feeling a little tipsy, I suggested we opt for a cup of Cappuccino instead of dessert. As we were drinking the Cappuccino, Dominic walked up to the table to introduce himself to my husband. I almost dropped my cup when I looked into his face. "Good evening. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dominic, the owner of this establishment." Dominic huge hand reached across the table to grasp and shake with Ray. Ray responded, "We have had a marvelous dinner and the service was exceptional. You have every right to be very proud of your restaurant and your staff."