Corruption
Copyright© 2005 by Joesephus
Chapter 11: Jerry
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: Jerry - An immature wife tries to protect her husband from her mistakes... +++ From Chapter 8 the story deals with what happens to them after he finds out. The first thing I ever wrote, in English or my own language. Please keep that in mind.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Coercion Cheating Humiliation Oral Sex Anal Sex Enema Slow
Trying to get established after I got out was harder and easier than I'd imagined. I didn't face the problems of a place to stay or where to get food. I didn't even face the pressure of trying to find a job. On the other hand, when the best job I could find was working as an temp data entry clerk, it was a blow. Meeting my parole officer was another exercise in humility. She made it perfectly clear what she thought of my value to society and that it would be better off if I never saw the light of day again.
I received a call from my former employers and was complimented on my silence. I was warned that my health and that of my family depended on my continued silence. There was a hint that I might be able to find work with them, although nothing that sounded completely legal. I also found that my accounting license was being challenged. Last but not least I found that I was being kept under surveillance by what I assumed was the Drug Enforcement Agency.
All that would have been hard enough to absorb, but my problems with Jenny seemed to be getting worse, not better. It's a lot easier to hate someone, to discard them when you don't have to live with them and see their side of things. I couldn't pretend that I wouldn't have done what she'd done, and I couldn't pretend that I was this upset about not being consulted on her decision. I felt like a mean hearted SOB for feeling the way I did, but I couldn't seem to find a way to change my feelings.
After the session before last, I lost my enthusiasm for ranting at Jenny. I just couldn't muster the passion if I wasn't going to call her a slut and a whore, or something similar. Talking to a shrink has helped some, although I don't know why; I never believed in that sort of thing, certainly not that it might have any effect in just a week. Still when we went back to see Dr. Gardner after sleeping in the same bed for a week, I was beginning to think that there might be some outer limits to my anger, that I might be able to contain it. I found I was looking forward to tonight when I could say positive things to her, and I always meant those.
If only - are there any sadder words? If only I could stop seeing images of her with those officers. I keep replaying conversations I had with those men, wondering if they ever let me hear them laughing at me, taunting me. Every time I start talk to Jenny about holding her in bed, or more, I'm flooded with the image of one of those fat slobs rutting on her. Then I want to throw up as I 'hear' her cries of passion ringing in my ears.
As I lay here I can hear her breathing, she's asleep. Normally I'm asleep before she is. I've been taking a prescription sleeping pill since my first appointment with my shrink. The first two nights in bed with her, I didn't sleep a wink. I'm not sure why I didn't take one tonight, I think I wanted to see if I could sleep without it, or maybe just think things through. I do know one thing; I think I'm going to have to ask her to talk about some of the things she did in that trailer. I need to understand her side of it and I know I can't do that until we talk it out.
It was almost dawn when I stirred to half consciousness. I had moved over to Jenny's side of the bed and I had her in my arms. My hand cupped her breast and my rock hard erection was pressed into her luscious ass. I wasn't sure what had pulled me from a pleasant dream but I knew I was suddenly completely awake. Then I heard it. Jenny was pleading in her sleep. Saying things like "No, please no Dennis. Don't hurt me. Please not that way."
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