Chapter 20

Tuesday morning, after dropping the kids off, Debra sat in her car, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. She had been so determined to pleasure Ray, and to at least, in her own mind, redeem what she could of her marriage. Although he had no idea of her infidelities, she couldn't help but to feel as though somehow, deep down inside, he did know. She had refused him her charms, even though over the past week she had been used by so many others, that she figured that she had as much sex in the past week, as she'd had with Ray during their entire marriage and courtship. She was now determined to show her love and devotion to him that night.

He had called ahead in the late afternoon, saying that he would be late getting home. She used that extra time to prepare herself for him. She had made herself as pretty for him as she could, even applying perfume and make-up, like she would if they had gone out for dinner alone. She knew that he wouldn't be happy with her wearing a sweater or a jacket, but she needed to wear one of those, so as to minimize her enlarged breasts. She hoped that she could take his mind off of that by wearing her shortest skirt, and giving him constant flashes of her tanned and shapely legs.

She had fed the kids and put them to bed early, and then prepared Ray's favorite dinner, lemon chicken. She dimmed the lights, and put out some candles, to give the room a romantic atmosphere. When he came home, he was surprised to find the lights dimmed, and table set with the good china and crystal plus the candles. Debra playfully told him how lonely she had been, having spent the week away from him. She then suggested that he keep his family away tonight, so that they could spend some private time together, leaving no doubt in his mind as to exactly what she meant by that.

Ray quickly called his mother, and told her not to come over tonight, as they needed some private time, after Debra's trip. He then locked the front door, licking his lips in anticipation of the night's upcoming events.

Dinner went by quickly, as Ray scarfed down his meal, anxious to get upstairs to their bedroom with his wife. Although lemon chicken wasn't indeed his favorite anymore, he had never gotten around to telling Debra that, since it was the one thing that she could cook relatively well.

While he ate, she noticed that was he was openly staring at her body. She felt uncomfortable, dying inside, as she thought to herself that he must see more of the differences than she had hoped he'd notice. She tried her best to tease him, by crossing and uncrossing her legs, as seductively as she could, making sure that he caught glimpses of her sexiest black panties.

Since she came back from her trip to the spa, she looked good, real good, with her skin tan, and her new, redder colored hair. Her baggy sweater did little to hide her breasts, and he while he knew that her chest looked bigger, she had fluffed it off, telling him that her boobs were no bigger than when she had left, it was just that they appeared to be bigger, between her weight loss and having toned up her body some. Having remembered the trouble that he had gotten into a year ago, when he had suggested that she get a breast augmentation, he left it alone, not wanting to get into another fight over her tit size, especially not tonight, with the promise of an amorous evening to come.

When she got up and kissed him, he thought that there was something different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. She whispered to him that she would be waiting upstairs for him. He quickly jumped up from his chair, and chased her up the steps, eager to bed her. He had grabbed her ass as she ran up the stairs. She hadn't objected, as she had always done in the past, and wondered if he noticed that as well.

She had coaxed him into the bathroom, so that she could undress and get ready, without him seeing her naked, hoping to delay his seeing all of the changes to her body at one time, so soon after returning, and to allow for the bruises to disappear. She could hear him rushing through his routine, and knew that she was running out of time. He was in and out of the bathroom in record time, finding her naked under the covers, with lights off, and two small candles giving the room a dim glow.

He sat on the side of the bed, taking off his watch, and started to tell her how much he had missed her over the past week, and rambled on about the roles that he wanted her to play, in their little sex game. She moved eagerly across the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck, and suggested that she simply play the part of a lonely young housewife, who missed her husband very much. He began to pant, as she cooed the scenario into his ear, while nibbling on his ear lobe.

She continued kissing him, as passionately as she could, as he slipped his t-shirt off, and then his shorts, preparing to make love to her. She took his cock into her mouth, in an effort to help him get hard, but after just a couple of moments, he pulled her off of his prick, almost ready to blow his load.

She then climbed on top of him, and used her hand, to guide his cock into her willing cunt. She drove her cunt down onto him, hoping to relish the familiar feeling of her husband's cock inside of her, but after the second thrust, she felt disappointed, she felt almost empty, with his relatively small prick inside of her.

She could barely feel his cock inside of her, after having serviced so many really large cocks over the past week, and especially those of the black men, who had been the last to fuck her, just before she came home. The physical feelings weren't all that she felt was lacking in the excitement of their coupling. She realized that there was something about a new and strange cock, plus the thrill of being forced to do something that she didn't want to do, that just wasn't there. She hated to admit it to herself, but she actually missed it.