Chapter 9

Jennifer was sitting in the dark when Tom came home the next evening. She was sitting in the living room with her legs curled under her. Earlier she had tried to read a book, but she'd been bored with it.

She was thinking about what she was going to tell Tom. She knew she had to tell him. That afternoon she had gotten a strange phone call. The man had told her that he was going to visit her pretty soon, and that he'd heard about her through some friends at the movie.

Jennifer knew she couldn't allow that sort of thing to keep on happening. She had to tell Tom even though it might be an ugly scene.

"Honey," Tom said, coming into the living room. "What are you doing sitting in here?"

"I have to talk to you," she said.

"Sure," he said. "Later. I have a lot of paperwork to finish up on. This is a bad time."

"It has to be now, Tom," she said.

He noticed the change in her voice and he didn't understand it. There was something strange about her. Something soft in her face. Something afraid. She wasn't so strong willed and certain.

"Okay, hon," he said. "We'll talk."

He came into the living room and sat down beside her. He smelled her sweet perfume and he remembered that it had been a few weeks since he'd had a good sex bout with her. Maybe that was what was wrong with her, but he didn't think so.

"What is all this about?" he asked.

"I've been unfaithful to you," she said.

Tom winced. He had known that this would happen one day. Her being a bored and lonely housewife. He had read all the right books. He decided to be mature about it.

"Do you love the man?" he asked.

She laughed and he didn't know what to think. Her laughter had a strange ring to it. Maybe it had something to do with Dave Madden. Maybe it was a delayed reaction to what had happened to her then.

"We can deal with it," he said. "We'll find a way to face it. If you don't like the man as much as you thought you did."

"Don't you understand," she said. "it wasn't just one man. It wasn't just one."

This time Tom was shocked. Not just one man. Then it might have been Dave Madden and some of his friends. That was it.

"It was rape," he said. "You didn't tell the police but Dave Madden raped you. Along with his friends." '

"It wasn't rape," she said.

Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing. His wife was telling him that she'd had relations with more than one man, and that it hadn't been rape. She had wanted to go to bed with them.

"How many men were there?" Tom asked.

"I don't remember."

It got very quiet in the room. Tom could see his wife's face and she looked miserable.

"I just don't know what to say,"' Tom said.

He stood up and walked to the window and he started to get really angry. He had been good to her. He had treated her decently. The sex was good. Why in the hell had she gone to other men to get satisfaction?

"Bitch," he said suddenly. "You fucking bitch!"

Jennifer started trying to get away as she saw the ugly expression on her husband's face. She'd never seen him like that. He wasn't supposed to get violent. She hadn't thought he cared that much.

"Bitch," he said again. "I'm going to beat the hell out of you."

"Tom," she said. "Stop right there. No, Tom!" She scrambled away from him but she wasn't fast enough. She was really frightened of him. As frightened as she'd been of Dave Madden. She scratched at his face but he knocked her hand away and grabbed hold of her thick blonde hair.

"Stop!"

He never once hit her with his closed fist but it was the most brutal beating that anyone ever took. She fought as long as she had strength and then she gave way to him completely. She even quit trying to get away. He kept slapping her until she was a sobbing wreck lying on the couch.

"Now I want the entire story," he said, his eyes full of anger. "Every damn word. I want to hear about every cock that got into you. I want to hear everything."

She told him. She blurted out everything that had happened and he kept hitting his fist into his palm. She didn't try to hide a thing, including the way she had responded to them.

He was silent when she finished talking.

"Are you finished?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

Tom shifted his position on the couch and he saw his wife give him a frightened look.

He had never been able to make her frightened of him before. There was something exciting about the feeling. And he kept remembering Jennifer's friend, Rena. that hot little black-headed girl. It was hard to picture Rena doing all the things that Jennifer had told him they'd done.

"All right," Tom said. "Call your friend."

Jennifer looked at him puzzled.

"What?" she asked.

"Call Rena," he answered. "Get her over here. I don't care how."

"But why?" Jennifer asked.

"Just do as I goddamn tell you!" he roared.

Jennifer hurried to the phone and made a call. He heard her whispering into the phone but he really didn't care how Jennifer was getting her friend to come. All that mattered was that she was coming.

The bell rang.

"There's your friend now," Tom said. "and right on time. Why don't you go and let her in."

She got up quickly and went to the door. He watched the swish of her fine ass as she walked. She did have a nice, plump ass, a fine looking ass. He had always enjoyed watching her walk.

He leaned back and shut his eyes. He could hear whispering voices in the hallway, and a soft smile came across his face. Neither of them wanted to come back in. They didn't know what to expect, and that was how he wanted it.

Tonight was his night. Tonight he had the power and he was going to use it.

He hadn't seen Rena in a while. She seemed to get more curvy every time he saw her. Today she was dressed in a long skirt, high tan boots, and a frilly white blouse. She was wearing her hair longer so that it fell past her shoulders.

He could tell that she still wasn't quite sure what to think about him. She was still prim and proper, as if she'd drop dead at the sight of a man's cock. He couldn't picture her as the wanton little bitch Jennifer had described.

"How have you been, Rena," he asked.

"Just fine, Tom," she said.

Both Jennifer and Rena looked at him with puzzled expressions. Tom was really enjoying himself. He grinned at them as he took another swallow of his drink.

"Jennifer and I have been having quite a conversation tonight," Tom said.

"Really?" Rena questioned.

She was making her voice cold, attempting to treat him as she always had. But it wasn't going to work this time. He had all the trump cards.

"Yes," Tom said. "Quite a conversation. And you were in a lot of it."

"Was I?" Rena asked.

"Yes," he said. "Jennifer tells me you're getting to be quite a hot little cunt."

Rena's eyes narrowed in disbelief and anger. She turned on her heel and started for the door.

"Stop," he said. "I'm not through yet."

There were tears in her eyes when she turned around.

"I don't understand," she said. "Did you bring me here just to humiliate me?"

"No," he said. "I had something else in mind."

This time Rena went pale. He had started to get to her, all right. It was time for the fun and games to begin. She wasn't going to be so cold by the time he was through with her.

"I want you," he said. "I want some of that sweet cunt you've been so free with."

"I don't have to stay here," she said.

"No," he said, shrugging, "you don't have to stay. Walk on out the door. But I'm going to beat hell out of my wife when you get outside, and don't ever try to call here again. I own her now, you see. Body and soul. So you make your goddamn choice."

"My God," Jennifer said softly.

"Strip," he said. "Both of you."

Rena bit her lip nervously as she started undoing the buttons of her blouse. Tom's prick jumped excitedly as she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders. She was wearing a low cut black bra that revealed plenty of her creamy flesh. She couldn't look at him as she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra.

"Sweet," he said softly.

Her tits were smaller than Jennifer's, but they were firm and perfectly shaped. Her nipples were large and brown. It made him hungry to suck them just looking at her.

She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She wore a pair of black panties that were flimsy enough for him to be able to count her raven black pussy hairs.

"Leave the boots on," he said.

He rubbed his aching cock and turned his eyes to his wife. He saw that she had stripped off her halter top. Her melon-shaped tits made him feel even hotter. He took another gulp of his drink.

"Down to your pussies," he said. "Strip right down to your sweet muffs."

They were slow to respond but they finally shrugged out of their panties. Rena had to nearly rip hers off to get them over her boots, but he still wouldn't allow her to take them off.